Written: July 19, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
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We have reached that threshold line,
Where split links and ethics entwine.
Can we mend the crack of the past?
And throw the stones of contrast?
Or do we strike a sudden spark,
To light the waters in the dark?
To vamp the fence takes patient hands,
To heal the shifts in broken lands.
But burnt piers moor the shore in place,
No more feet may roam back to pace.
One choice puts back a time spun,
The past, revived, but bridges undone.
Most of us linked in this world
by chains or by freedom
When we leave ~
by grave or mausoleum
Conan Doyle LAY of the LINKS
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Meditate while quietly humming a love song
Colors of love are added on top and are strong
Strive to straighten out the twisted lost links
An unlocked door awaits you; just buy drinks.
Draw in and don't leave until the conclusion
A breeze that was bringing a feeling of sorrow
Wet and fragrant, the sadness of tears
On the sites, we hugged to dispel fears.
Lilies picked from yards, bold snake unless
The effort to earn peace is a benign progress
In the pandemonium, it is veiled, so soon success
It can live by sucking life and smiling in distress.
Silence and havoc, dying in the process
when peace comes and the fighting is over
A huge blast of fireworks will cover
Akin to a rain of stars, sparks will scatter.
And, like many lost lives, will fade away
Each explosion should remind humanity
of mankind's exquisite fragility.
Resting under the willow moon
Our lost souls long for rebirth and swoon
We have paid all our debts to the devil
Only crystal tears remain on a different level.
We will endure until the situation changes
We will relive under the healing sun's range.
A connected flexible series of metal
Fastening securing pulling supporting
A force that binds
Linking your mind to Devine
Darkness and light
Connected
Light moves darkness enter
Morning comes darkness flee
The key is free for you and me
Open your eyes and see
What price has been paid
Christ devine
Lying is gone
Come home He’s waiting
Your final date
Don’t be late
Chain links
Nobility is not measured by the vast amount of gold one has.
For through heaven's gates, gold will not permit one to pass.
The kingdom of Angels cares not for this earth's attractions.
For nobility is measured by a man's honesty and actions.
Humility can be measured by the penitence of a woman or man.
For understanding that the power of being meek is a sound plan.
To care for a neighbor as much as one's self is truly rare.
For there are no perfect men, only perfect intentions there.
Tranquility and peace are what one seeks through this short lifetime.
Harsh words ring forever; caring words thwart anger on a dime.
Forgiveness and faith are essential in any advancement in any direction.
And a thought written on paper is the birth of an idea's solidification.
Humanity is the reason for thy birth, a drop in this vast ocean of life,
To help complete the flow back to its origin and the end of stress and strife.
Always retain the feelings of a pleasant tropical summer day from within,
You will find that a good attitude and a smile are where a friendship will begin.
Trump's golf course has a Miss Fore Play
Who's on the tease most every day
At a random hole
She swallows a pole
To the chant and cheers of, "au lait!"
I introduced you to all the significant ones in my life,
....you still left me.
I hosted you with a lot of joy,
....you still left me.
I cut links with all the girls and focused on us,
....you still left me.
I worked so hard and got everything you wanted
....you still left me.
I compromised my principles to make you happy,
....you still left me.
I restricted my interactions and remained faithful to us,
....you still left me.
I bound myself in your ring,
....you still left me.
I smiled at every mockery,
....you still left me.
I faced every embarrassment with courage,
....you still left me.
I remained strong in bed,
....you still left me.
I stooped very low to hold your hand,
....you still left me.
I spent everything I did not have,
....you still left me.
I fasted and prayed for us,
....you still left me.
I sent friends and family to talk to you,
....you still left me.
Only these lessons and more that I learned,
....have never left me.
LINKS
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in juxtaposition
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upheavals
celebrations
of the
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alongside thedecadentin
in gilded
reinvention
reinvigoration the
of the
transitor
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delight
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Don Papa is running Multiple Whatsapp accounts on Indian & European Numbers and he is capable of making whatsapp account on any number of his choice to trap his target which is not possible without the help of intelligence department.
Eye catching and attracting
Your beautiful piece of ring
Fitting to your ladies finger ring
How came to you this thing
From a shelf of lovers you did bring
Or else
In love of yourself to someone’s link?
“TEARS”
Tears from the heart
Should pass golden over the cheeks,
Not clear, for perhaps they should be seen
For the truth of their founding ache,
Visible in the least at their
Moment in the alchemy of feelings,
More potent than chemistry alone—
Dwelling like unseen
Particles of dust on a butterfly’s wings,
And less forgettable than this morning’s sunrise.
Still, with a head lifted in prayer, the gold
Will stream back to the heart
With its glistening spread over the soul,
And its forming love re-casting
Its fine, elegant links stronger than before.
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(C) sally Young Eslinger 2020
Thanks be to God
There was a day when everything
broke down,
structures collapsed ...
All our childhood dreams shattered...
teen fears wiped out but
and strength of maturity erased ...
Tenuous lassos made from the past,
remake our present day ...
What was lost flew to the afterlife,
on the wings of eld angels and what's left
insists on following us forever
amid calm and storm
In a box in the closet,
Beneath lots of shoes,
Was a bundle of greeting cards;
All did effuse
With good wishes, congrats
And excitement galore
For the birth of a baby
A short time before.
I read every card;
Some had names I don’t know
For they all had been written
A long time ago.
That baby, my son,
Now has kids of his own.
At 38 years,
He’s officially grown.
No need to hold on
To these links to the past.
I took a deep breath
And I ditched them at last.
Tuump's Mind and Missing Links
Trump's mind is part of missing links;
Should see his face found on a sphinx;
Hands so small,
That does appall;
Has kinks and must see some shrinks.
Jim Horn
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