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Be real to me.
Give me truth not fiction or your made up reality.
Let this foundation be built on a rock.
As time pass and sand washes away,
I'll know that your love is here to stay.
Fake isn't my plan.
I'm all grown up now and need a real man
Not pointless words that leak out as you breathe,
but something that will nourish and sustain me.
Let your actions speak all that you are.
Your character in a whole,
not a little boy acting out stories that he's been told.
Man up to the things you say you want in life
Be real to me honesty doesn't cut like a knife
Don't dance me around with words just to put a smile on my face
I'm a big girl I can take the real any day
Mean every word that you say!!!!!!!!!!!
Just be real!
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You probably feel like the world is against you.
This letter is for that young woman from fifty years ago.
She was eighteen years old; that was me. I experienced those feelings back then, and as I look back through a reverse mirror of time, I realize that while the societal context may have changed, the emotions and struggles I faced remain relevant. They highlight enduring themes like resilience and identity.
Individual experiences are crucial; they illuminate broader issues and provide vital insights into the historical context that informs today’s discussions. Focusing on the past is essential for understanding present challenges—it doesn’t hinder progress; it fuels it. By sharing my narrative, I hope to empower young women and inspire them to recognize the connections between the past and the present as they forge their paths.
Forget about your looks; they will come in time. Look around you; it’s all about visualizing what Mother Nature can do. The potential is there, but you may struggle to understand how to harness it. I assure you that you can profit from the land. Those wild aloe stalks you see are just the beginning. In fifty years, they will be showcased in the beauty industry.
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By 2025, it will cost millions of dollars and be an essential ingredient in most facial products aimed at reversing the aging process. Unlike Rihanna Fenty's product line which focuses on a variety of products, this is about using all-natural ingredients from the land. This was us against the world, and here I am today, looking back in time to see your reaction as you read this letter.
People may laugh at you now, but you will strive to embody the beauty of a goddess. Even as I write this narrative letter to you, I still feel your pain. People back then were afraid of the unknown; we were not. We were wise and adventurous.
Be brave, be strong, and remember that you are sheltered under the blood of Jesus. Read Psalm 91 daily.
During the Second World War
A decision was made
If brothers were to be lost
The last would be saved
The story below
Is the truth in a way
For the search of a soldier
Before he becomes, theatre pray
The US Government declared
A mission is in plan
Sending a squad of Rangers
To save this solitary man
Capt. John H Miller
With his handful of men
Their dedication to search
For the last of them
For his brothers were lost
In the theatre of war
At Omaha and Utah
In the Pacific, so far
Into Europe they head
From cities through towns
Looking for Ryan
Before he's gunned down
He is eventually found
With Paratroopers, holding onto a key bridge
As a Panzer group advances
Will this be their last ridge
Bullets zipped, pinging
Ricocheting
The flesh of the living
In screaming sing
Their mission was, to
Save Private Ryan
But Capt. John H Miller
With others, died trying
My entry into Frank Herrera's contest
" Describe your favorite performance by Actor or Actress in a movie "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-7.php
Tom Hanks is my favourite actor, and his role as Capt, John H Miller to me
was one of his best, his hunger to complete his mission showed in his acting.
The film was based on a true story, about Fritz Niland who lost two brothers
in Normandy, and a brother M.I.A. in Burma. He was later found alive.
But the military rule about sole surviving son's being allowed out of combat is true.
It was enacted after the five Sullivan brothers were killed in 1942 when the U.S.S.
Juneau was sunk in the Pacific. The rule of the surviving son is common to many
armies, the American, the Canadian, the British and the Israeli.
3 strikes…you’re out!
I’ve given you way too many chances…
Do you expect more?
You left me empty-handed… your insufficiency advances…
3 strikes…you’ve ran out of chances
But I’m kind enough to buy you some more
Or maybe I have some in store
You’ve pushed it to the limits
I’M TELLIN’ YOU TO QUIT IT
When you throw your tantrums… your foolish fits
I’m tellin’ you to lay off of me…
You treated me like dirt and grime
You have only one last chance…
Will you stop acting irrationally?
Don’t screw it up this time…
3 strikes…GET out of my sight
Get out of my life – there’s the front door
You’re killin’ me with your insanity
3 strikes… don’t pout!
Could you JUST leave me alone tonight?
I’ve given you a bunch of options,
But you were heedless of my vanity…
You’ve tortured me with your profanity
You’ve punctured me with your
lies and your brutality
You’ve defeated me with your
nightmarish reality
Why do you hunger for my agony?
3 strikes…there’s no way out
Of your devious trap…
You’re blaming me for your downfalls
3 strikes…good riddance…get out!
You’ve never answered my calls,
So just desert me…
Let me escort you to the front door
Leave me alone…I don’t love you anymore
You’ve really tried my patience
I’m tellin’ you to leave me be…
You still don’t listen to me – I want you to flee
I want you to be set free
Get out of heart…
Get out of my house…
Get out of my head…
Get out of my life!
You’re the magnet of strife
You’ve invited corruption in my life
It strangles me like a thick rope around my neck
It stabbed me like a butchering knife…
You’re so heartless and pathetic…you’re a wreck
I’m tellin’ you to bother someone else, you lunatic
You have lost your only chance,
You repulsive prick
3 strikes…you’ve got no luck
I’ve given you escape routes and you weren’t grateful –
You don’t even say, “Thank you” for all of the things I do for you
3 strikes…
YOU SNOOZE. . . YOU LOSE. . .
Are you still a ruthless soul?
You’re hanging by a thread – and you haven’t got a clue
Go ahead!
Leave my presence,
YOU nuisance!
You're trying my patience...
I would leave if I were you...
I loathe your ignorance...
But, you just stand there like a fool!
You're taking advantage of me...
Throwing me out in the dumpster like a futile tool
--(Screw)-- you... Please leave me...
You have added to my anxiety
You have done enough
damage as it is...
The vague and the abstract turned into a contract,
adrenaline junkies, now joined in a dare.
With hands up, no screaming, they’d both go careening,
defying gravity at the State Fair.
What started as amity morphed to calamity
enough that the riders had panic attacks.
When they reached the summit, they started to plummet
just as a mutt ventured onto the tracks.
The new rollercoaster got hot as a toaster
as the conductor stomped hard on the brake.
With no time for acting, they heard the impacting
of metal on flesh as the mutt flew the lake.
To worsen the matter, gratuitous splatter
was added for gratis to this ruinous ride;
they grew more embittered once they had considered
those patches of hide from the cur that had died.
The horrors receded as they both conceded
while parting the last bits of gore with a comb.
They climbed in the pickup, and with no further hiccups
slumped up the hill slowly and headed for home.
I saw him standing there acting as if he doesn't care
I saw him standing there with eyes open wide and
a countenance that is filled with pride, I wasn't sure
what to do whether to wait or to go through the gate
But his venom was spreading in the square
long before the multitude got there
Anger start bursting from your lips
And he was getting into a fit, and when
He learns that I was leading his heart suddenly
start bleeding and he got into a temper tantrum,
luckily the doctor was around to give him a valium
to calm his nerves, he cusses and swore and storm off the
air, with a microphone in his hand and anger starts engulfing
the land, but I was just in time to subdue him
And bind up the evil spirit that was raging in him
Anger has burst through his soul and there was
nothing pleasant to behold, I gave him a glass of water
and the music starts to play and something
came over him and he starts to sing, he was falling in love
again, and the color of his eyes suddenly changed
his knees start to get weak, and he was breathing very deep
Someone came from backstage and dance with him as the music play, He
took that person by the hand and walk upstage and glance at the
crowd for the last time and said, "I am going away" and the sound of the
ambulance start bellowing in the background
The sentiment of the heart was with him from the start
but anger consume him and sucks it all away.
It started quite some time ago
His name was Pitfall Harry
I learned of bits and algorithms
On a 2600 Atari
And then there came Nintendo
It began my end I think
For I had to rescue Princess Zelda
As a courageous lad named Link
I peered at that screen for hours
Each puzzle, each riddle, each stage
And Gannon was no match for me
My frenzied button rage
The torch then passed to Genesis
And with it Altered Beast
Addicted to those graphics
My life outside had ceased
Compulsion soon would fade
I slowly began to bore
Then Sony created the gamers dream
To brilliant to ignore
Dazzled bye amazing play
lost for a year or two
Acting as an exercise scarecrow
And girl repellant too
So now I have no gaming system
But it seems that my PC
Is the summit of Geek Mountain
And that's where you'll find me.
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That last line written years ago
Such games are no longer fun
For Im filled with glee and happy to be
Reaquainted with the sun
Downward marriage falls seeking some relief
Children follow awkwardly, senses moan
Husband and wife acting out of belief
Three children entering chambers unknown
Locked in battle, the wife reaches for sword
Under advice, she unleashes all hells
Falsely accusing the husband deplored
Of abuse, harm, and hate to citadels
With one stroke of the pen, I was condemned
Guilty 'til proven otherwise I was
Cast out, no home, no gold, no kids, clemmed.
Without, alone, despaired, scorned, for no cause
Time to think, time to ponder, time to pray
My children became my crusade, that day
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Lying down while the music uplifts my soul
Holding up my interminable silence with a fist in the air of despair
I kiss your cheeks and it brings back reminiscences
Of me, myself and I, swinging back and forth on the swings
(chorus): Rock me out! Rock me out! Rock me OUT!
I try to make out your…
Sundrenched lullabies that ring true to me without a doubt…
Change is a challenging chore…
Here’s 7 things I like about you:
Your body
Your face
Your eyes
Your teeth
Your hands
Your lips
Your hips
You’re my everything!!!
I shake my booty from the floor to the roof...dancing and all!
I act like a Michael Jackson on the dance floor...I'm such a goofball!
The therapeutic music is dying out and I hear the typing
Bold to the core, hoping to see you – the one I truly adore
I love you more and more and I want no one else, but you
I don’t see my reflection anymore, but I’m alright in the long run
My heart will soar on cloud 7…
Cloud 7…
Cloud 7…
With you…
Without you,
I feel numb and insecure…
You are my one and only cure…
(chorus)
I fell in love with a stranger…
I fell in love with a passerby…
My anger will put me in danger soon,
But you distracted me from acting like a crazy baboon
The moon is shining bright
The sun is dimming tonight
Under the moonlight, I see you sway
I hear you say…I hear you say:
“You are my number 7…
You complete me.”
(chorus)
I let you go suddenly
Whisper your lullaby, dear
Oh darling, be 7 with me
I see your halo appear
Holding up my interminable silence with a fist in the air of bliss that you and I share…I glance at you as you flare…I daydream and stare into your universe eyes…turn up the music that’s so therapeutic just a hair
I kiss your cheeks and it brings back reminiscences
Of you and I, swinging back and forth on the swings…
I may seem off
I assure you I'm Not
Simply said the types we now call incapable
Are those who were trusted to create society
based on theory by humble man
Who did not know they did not start evolution
But gave birth to the common man
In a world were knowledge was held
Shared with only self inpowered men
And exploiting the poor man
Heiarchy among equal men
All we hold as achieved
All things valued held no worth
Not until we were convinced
That money saves souls
And the depth of realization
We are capable of perceiving
Are replaced with pursuing
A spot we can look down from
Inside man made corporations
Enslaved by currency to achieve
Essential things we all need
And pushed to crime to gain possessions
One must hold to prove they to have credible minds
Simplicity is overlooked even in hindsight
Industry, babyboomers, with mean to provide
But a "failed mind control experiment
Is released as a global technology
But instead its censored lies
Form, raise, and mold a child.
Reality is a complacency scam
For each definition changes
Depending on who governs the land
and different comprehensive ranges
creates many dimensions in every hand
Now here is a undeniable thought
As long as we judge another's place
By majority or the things that you were taught
Then we are all acting false,as are arrogant
Thoughts that keep us from admitting are faults
Lead us to conform to wrong
I know what all hold But don't see
I am divine and in touch with my humanity
I point fingers at what deceives
But no blame placed we are all shamed
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