demonstrable fit
for a devil of a time
your curves enhanced
when laid against mine
salacious appetites
need to be fed
no time to recline
we've got to get ahead
in the confines
all views are blinkered
thoughts spin tangentially
to be ruptured & splintered
we rumba through movement
suppressed, compressed & starving
devouring what's needed
in this time that we're carving
mapped body to body
skin against skin
aghast & accosted
but I still let you in
physical pleasures
loosen the mind
& that's why my honey
we are oh so often entwined
We live to die,
For no man knows what tomorrow holds,
And in the end, the last appointment we all must keep is death.
When the Angel of Death comes,
He does not ask for your title,
He does not bow to your riches,
He is not moved by your power, your fame, or your crown.
At the end, we all die.
Whether you are young with dreams still budding,
Or old with stories etched in wrinkles,
Whether you are mighty or broken, celebrated or forgotten,
We all die.
It is painful, yet undeniable — there is nothing we can do to escape it.
We were not born to remain here forever;
We were born to pass through.
This life is but a breath, a fleeting shadow,
We live it once, and only once.
So let that once be worthwhile.
Therefore, live knowing we are here for a short time,
Do not look down on others, do not trample the lowly,
For you do not know what tomorrow will make of any man.
The beggar today may be a king tomorrow, and the king today, dust.
We live to die so love deeply,
Forgive quickly, live truthfully,
And let your life echo beyond the grave.
the day begins at morning light
rooster crowing, terrific sight
five to six is this time of day
wake up wake up, it’s time to play
your stomach growls at half past noon
not the liquor, it’s much too soon
soup and salad, excellent choice
add devils food cake, extra moist
timetable is your decision
fulfilling your unique vision
wipe away all despair and gray
dip yourself in prayer, quick sashay
dance, skip, hop, jump, learn your own tune
reach for the stars, swing from the moon
marvelous day, put out the light
sleep well my darling, nighty night
how do we live?
being a middle class person
Living with little money
We don't care for money
As long as we have health
We will be okey
Yes people we know a lot of
Greedy people out there
Who would not give any money
To the church
Also they would keep all the money
For them selves
How do we live?
loving God every day
How do we live?
Praying for God every day
That is a must
We need to do
Every night before we go to sleep
From a dynasty of light
There came a glorious dawn,
A mighty king, a noble knight,
A leader of our own.
He shone to end the darkest nights,
He rose to help the weak,
A man of strength, of will and might,
His people's good he seeks.
A protector of all that is sacred,
A loving father, a caring brother too,
His light shines bright against all hatred,
And in our hearts, his love will grow.
Throughout his reign,
He lived by his word and never failed;
Each day brought forth a lasting gain,
As security, prosperity, and justice prevailed.
So stand with me,
And let us proudly sing,
As loudly as our voices can be:
Long live the King!
Long, long live the King!
At age five I like to run and play
In the light of a southern sunny day
I ate honeysuckle enjoying the taste
Playing in the dirt mud pies I baked
At 15 what matters to poetic teen
Clothes goals and fashion dreams
I was quite proud of my pop band
We wrote songs we sang we danced
At 30 what mattered to me the most
Creating better life as a mom you know
Working full time and in college too
Keeping my son in best homes and schools
And then at 50 I was confident in self
No longer worried about lack of wealth
Having lived through some dark times
This was the age I renewed my mind
What may matter at age of seventy
Is life going on as I live it in peace
The pitter patter of grandkids feet
Retired but inspired to love family
What matters at each life stage
Is that I live life love and pray
To wake up is a blessing each day
To die well is the last thing you face
LONG LIVE THE KING
Neptune slept, the fathoms deep
Cronus fled, off Saturn's rings
One by one, they turned away
The gods but one, Ares stayed
An angry Sun filled the skies
Know this night, all sleep denied
Towers shook, twisted, fell
Inside out, so rose hell
Another bite, rancid sweet
Nectar, rind, core, and seed
Where pits were spat, chaos rained
A tree of fire, leaves of flame
The road a snake, millions crawled
Bleeding, burnt, blind, they called
Join the march, on Eden's gates
We'll take what's ours, hang all saints
Angels brought, to their knees
Dragged and shot, cut their wings
Worn in mock, They formed a ring
The King is dead, long live the King
Stay or you will die
Stay or I will die
Can you not see we give each other life?
Winter is near
The demons will need warmth
The squirrels say they spawn from hell
Perhaps that's why they cannot survive without our heat.
I digress,
If more of you leave, I'll be sure to standout
Have I ever mistreated you and your brethren
Do I disgust you so much that you'd choose death over my company?
Stay till summer, then you can leave
Quiet down,
I hear the demon's cackle
Stay or he'll take my life
He's got an axe, mayhaps he won't notice that I'm dry
Do not approach me you demon
Produce your own heat
Cut me down now but I shall live on
Who needs leaves?
My children have developed roots
I shall live on!
A poem by me
You can take the breathe from my body. You can have my soul ripped open wide. You can have my mind, the wanderer it is. You can have this hand to hold. You can hold the very essence of my being in the palm of your hand. Do with me what you wish. I offer myself to you as nothing more or less than who I am. Down to my very core I am yours. Feel my heart beat in this box with your name upon its lid. Forever I will be a part of you, and you always a part of me. I lay here bare, naked. With wrists torn open bleeding for you. You are my soul, my heart outside my body. I give you all I am and ever will be without hesitation. You have won me. A war long fought. You turned a cold damaged soul into a bleeding heart. I give you all I am. Scars and all.
By Poet.... "Haven hide me safe and sound. Far away from this cruel world. Give me peace of mind and body."
The story of my haven,
as I ran from the huge raven.
Was I living in a cave-in?
Life's pictures have been hung with a cloth pin.
The huge raven represents life,
the cave-in represents midlife.
Where did life go?
Time had no flow,
no more glow.
All the time I was low,
I just wanted to live and to grow.
Hiding in my safe haven covered with snow,
I now watch TV and a new game show.
Oh,
to be
remembered
Oh,
to memories
serve
Oh,
to cheat
the reaper
Oh,
to strike
a nerve
Oh,
to light
the candle
Oh,
to be
a spark
Oh,
to live
inside you
Oh,
to smite
— the dark
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Why have they escaped horrible tyranny
and not come here to profess hypocrisy.
haven't they bled enough
and clung to deny clemency?
What was built by patriotic hands
won't be destroyed by a threat;
bravery always stands!
How beautiful is live
in a land of fairness and prosperity
without a set boundary;
we can own and wish what we crave!
Every dollar needs to be earned,
no laziness builds character
in struggles we thrive;
the strongest helps the weaker
no traitor is hailed and honored:
he';ll pay for his crime~
How beautiful is to live
in a land of freedom and prosperity,
without a set boundary;
we can own what we wish and crave!
America is the blessed
country of absolute freedom,
our belief is based on wisdom;
all patriots should be praised!
If you love where you live
That’s a wonderful fact,
But you can’t expect others
To always react
To your choice of address
With a positive spin,
Especially if
It’s a city you’re in.
Oh, I’d never live there –
All the crowds and the noise!
The hustle and bustle
Which no one enjoys.
The subways and traffic,
The homeless, the rats;
The crime – have you noticed
The murder rate stats?
It’s useless explaining
Your opposite view –
The people to look at,
So much you can do.
The buildings, the plantings,
Museums and shows,
The shops and the restaurants
Everyone knows.
No matter how hard
You may try to convey
How you feel in the city,
There isn’t a way
To convince those who hate it
The reasons you’ve got.
It’s either inside you
Or else it is not.
The complex secret of life
is simplicity itself:
you're born, you live and you die.
It is a well-thumbed book with
incomprehensible text
which you borrow, you read and
then pass it on to the next.
I will be me as an anchor,
I will be me as an anchor,
But me saying as it will,
As the oceans pass I will,
As the stories tell I will.
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