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Premium Member Our Almighty Lord

Has the strength of understanding 
He does not keep the wicked alive 
as they perish by the sword of their choice 
dying without proper knowledge to heed warning signs

The godless in this life cherish anger 
holding it with pride arrogantly vain within hate
as they cry for help in their total blindness 
where the last heartbeat stops in shame and bitterness

Opinions are views expressed openly honest 
from the moral fibres of our being we should pay homage 
Our souls are diluted with sin yet to be cross examined 
for the main contents held within it's cast holds the ransom 
we will kneel for the hands of forgiveness in everything done

I pray peace finds each and every single one of us in the end 
Amen Holiest of King's


Premium Member We Both Over React

A mosquito landed on my hand
I swatted at it so hard I have a bruise.
Then it flew onto my knee, a sweet land.
I tried to shoot it, but here is the bad news.

I shot my right leg, damaged my ACL at the knee.
Laughing husband man put down the baseball bat.
Said arrogantly, “How stupid can you be?”
I watched him proceed to burn the house down to kill rat.

So you see, now we are homeless and angry at each other.
I should have listened to my friend and my silly mother.
They both said we were too spontaneous to marry each other.
First time either of them were correct. Right, Grandmother?
Form: Rhyme

Sappho Translations VIII

Sappho Translations VIII by Michael R. Burch


Sappho, fragment 68
translation by Michael R. Burch

That was then, this is now!
In those days my maidenhead was in full bloom,
then you …


Sappho, fragment 135
translation by Michael R. Burch

Golden Persuasion, Aphrodite's daughter,
how you deceive mortals!


Sappho, fragment 88
translation by Michael R. Burch

Why, Procne,
delicate swallow, daughter of Pandion,
why do you weary me with tales of woe?


Sappho, fragment 15
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Cypris, may she find you a harsh mistress,
Doricha, the sl-t!
Put an end to her bragging,
nor let her boast that she fooled him twice,
my brother's embezzler!


Sappho, fragment 7
translation by Michael R. Burch

Doricha commands arrogantly,
like young men.


Sappho, fragment 148
translation by Michael R. Burch

A vagabond friendship,
a public blessing …
repent Rhodopis!


Sappho, fragment 138
translation by Michael R. Burch

The beautiful courtesan Rhodopis,
lies here entombed, more fair
than when she walked with white lilies
plaited in her dark hair,
but now she's as withered as they:
whose dust is more gray?


Sappho, fragment 5
translation by Michael R. Burch

Revered Nereids, divine sea-daughters, please grant that my brother may return unharmed,
his heart's desires all fulfilled,
and may he show his sister more honor than in his indifferent past …
But you, O august Kypris, please keep him from unbearable dooms!


Sappho, fragment 95
translation by Michael R. Burch

Lord Hermes, you guide spirits to their final destination.
Now guide me, for I am despondent and wish only to die,
to see the lotus-lined shores of Acheron.


Sappho, fragment 150
translation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Cleis, daughter, don't cry!
Mourning is unbecoming a poet's household.

2.
For those who serve the Muses,
mourning is unbecoming.


Sappho, fragment 56
translation by Michael R. Burch

Erinna, will any woman
born under the sun
ever match your art?


Sappho, fragment 135
translation by Michael R. Burch

Erinna, why does darkwinged Procne, King Pandion's daughter, beckon?

Keywords/Tags: Erinna, Procne, brother, sister, daughter,

Dear Daddy,

My Dearest daddy
When I was still tiny
I remember clearly
When you visit daily
Just to see mommy

Today, you shut the door suddenly.
It makes us all uneasy.
We all look at mommy
Scrubbing the sink furiously
It gives us all anxiety.

My Dearest daddy
Every day, you bring me candy
And told me stories so funny
That makes us laugh loudly.
You smiled and hugged me tightly.

Today, you shout at us so loudly
We looked at each other sadly.
You say bad words frequently.
Like it was nothing to you really
Mommy shuts her mouth tightly.

My dearest daddy
When you left us suddenly
And choose another company
Mommy drifts away slowly
You hurt us so badly.

You come back unexpectedly,
We welcome you excitedly
You had a second chance truly
Mommy had nothing but a penny
You provided for us just like any

My dearest daddy
Before, we had lived a life comfortably
Because of mommy's family
We are all satisfied and happy.
She was your number one priority.

Today, you tell us not to worry.
Now that you have money
You will provide for our family.
For you, everything will be easy.
But all you ever do is sit tightly. 

My dearest daddy
Do you really love us truly?
And say's for us, you spend all your money...
Do you really have to talk to us arrogantly?
You put all the chores on mommy.
While you lock yourself in the room daily.

We always love you wholeheartedly,
We respect your authority. 
Yet it makes us feel uncomfortable.
Your mood shifts very swiftly. 
That every day, we could guess only
Which daddy would you be?

My dearest daddy 
All I want is a complete loving family.
Not just a picture-perfect family 
That you post daily.

Can we be normal just like any
Put your differences aside and be friendly.
After all, we both love you endlessly.
Form: Rhyme

Acting Through Language - 2026

At ten til two, some lie awake, 
Attending too sighs we ruminate; 
Ten and two, love drives to where sunlight hides and waits, 
Yet in pursuit, nights erode of what chance may make.  

Amending truths our tomorrows wake, 
And then the soon borrows the hours late. 
Despite red moons raising tides like fate, 
Attentive proof reminds of the coming breaks.  

We can never know of what tomorrow craves.  

Certainty can speak with gentle lips, for words to slate; 
What more can 2026 be other than its falling flake? 
Rationality adores the harvests they slickly take, 
And arrogantly still, I feel tomorrow's grip ought to be sold a bit too late.  

’Tis but another tomorrow that hides among many tricks, where ideas apprehend our stakes.  

It’s with hope that follows the light that empties their mix, so plans can lessen the opaque.  

While tending to sleep to grow the want to wake, 
Let this be proof to find of what I may create; I can shape.  

The new year is all but a day, and with love I plague every chance I’m given to make new mistakes, 
And of the new choices yet to decay.  

2026, I have hope for your ache.
© Noah Piet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Does Anyone Care

To arrogantly use your words for knives
Foolishly repeating all that one hears
Spewing vitriol comments that hurt lives
Displaying high drama and made-up fears

Poems of inspirational prayers are penned
Proclaiming bountiful power of God
Assuring forgiveness for all who've sinned
Appear to border pretentious and odd

Many wrote of caring for yourself first
Want abortions to be medical care
Shame those wanting America put first...
Called self-centered and how could they dare?

Those who should be ashamed go on and on
With rudeness and spite not seeing the tears
Or members with deep country love now gone...
Your disappointed and bewildered peers
Form: Rhyme

Words of a Dying God, Part Iii

...‘I belonged to a species like your own,
born of a mother of flesh and blood,
our people were guided by our own god,
who had lifted us up out of the mud.

‘We were an impossible old species,
with each generation we would improve,
but our god knew he had a limited time,
so helped make our growth gentle and smooth.

‘After billions of years of such guidance,
we had become much like gods ourselves,
with powers you cannot imagine yet,
but who would rise up? None could tell.

‘I set myself to serious study,
just like everyone else of my kind,
then one day I felt a great clarity,
as if a veil was lifted from my mind.

‘I had transcended into godhood,
in a great surge of pure energy,
my essence transformed to ethereal,
and I drew all bits of matter to me.

‘See, when a being becomes a deity,
he consumes everything that came before,
all life, all matter, even my old god,
until the universe of old was no more.

‘A universe is a god’s very flesh,
I drew it all in, and then with a bang,
expanded outwards as this new universe,
all the cosmos with my essence sang.

‘This happened fourteen billions years ago,
all of creation relies on my will,
and I marveled at this magnificence,
flexing my powers did keep my time filled.

‘I even thought that I was immortal,
that forever I would have time to play,
but like the old god, I've recently found
that even a deity can age.

‘All powerful does not mean all knowing,
and a successor I did not create,
I ignored the lessons of the old god
until now, when it is almost too late…

‘I do not have time to take you by the hand,
use the method that was applied to us,
it would take too long, and I have to hurry,
a billion years just isn’t long enough.

‘I made evolution just for this task,
to speed things up and make godhood arise,
intense competition will weed out the weak,
strength and competence will be realized.

‘It may seem brutal to those who will perish,
but no other solution can now work,
it may seem evil…maybe it is,
but rest assured, it is I that’s the jerk.

‘I was the one who arrogantly assumed
that I didn’t have to learn from the past,
it was my mistake that necessitates this,
I will regret this screw-up to the last...

CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Form: Epic

Dobbie

Being high:

on information,

a good dream,

or even a phase of one,

wishing upon a star to save your soul,

seeing both the best and worst of things, and enabling others to allow you to work with them,

forecasting the resignation of doubt for the next...

you are involved!

...of acquisition into the moment,

all famous men and women arrive,

they take from you just about nothing more than you cannot see an immediate resolution of the barrier,

Mary's lamb,

Lindon's Lawn

Jordan's cloak

I know, I know, I know,

insert the record and... record?

Nope,

it's all skip-
strobe,
even dope,

hold onto the dam thing like it's rope!

It's even as far fetched as consuming the entire bad guys ritualized despise,

no longer seeing anything,

and sinking of your own craft to vote,

VOTE!

As arrogantly easy as saying 'I like food, let me have it!'

Now you can't-

can't even own your hands,

have to have to despise something!

14 minutes ago you could have sworn to have understood!

Your own fire place full of wood!

burning into time,

eluding the variation of something only good.


If it had to have always been this much fight we went wrong some place before we even played with the sample-

eradication of mantle!

Controlled choreographs and a chest-full of pre-ambles,

stoic frolicking inside the greatest mechanism known to our kind,

made just for mind-
just for the size.
Form: Narrative

AI POETS

Every poem I read these days
Be it love or pain, long or a short one
Leaves me numbly amazed
By how poets use the robot hand.

When praised, filled their hearts with pride
For an expensive tour on a free ride
Boastfully and arrogantly they will say
They frame the words and lines their way.

I stumbled upon one just the other day
Forced rhymes and commas in disarray.
Blind to the misstep, pride led him astray
In the summer rain, his thoughts did sway.

Every poem I read these days
Just reminds me celebrating a grade one cheat
Like winter's brilliant moon rays
Glitters at the dark of the night.

Ice Say Water We Dew Wing To Planet Earth

Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?

Tis appalling *****sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast gamut of flora and fauna
deprived their rightful respect

courtesy ewe buick wit us ram
me bipedal hominids wresting
driver's seat and steering fate
all species unfairly doomed
analogous to horse and buggy
only far worse, whereat naked ape

that nasty short tempered and brutish
beast finagled, hijacked, besotted,
usurped... sacred covenant taurus
once illustrious precious habitats 
escorted to shreds
innocent plants and animals, we

signalled anonymous poetic mouthpiece,
cuz world wide webbed tapestry
irreparably tattered, thus swiftly tailored
measures beg critters to needle
arrogantly depraved, galling humans
violating, tormenting, ruining...

basket of deplorables mankind
violently, obnoxiously, indiscriminately...
destroying carte blanche - absolute
zero guilt whittling, vaporizing,
uglifying, trampling, slashing, razing,
quashing, paving, oppressing,

eradicating, devaluing, burning...
once upon a time edenic oblate spheroid
now crowded house overpopulated
teeming billions wantonly annihilate
at expense of avast extinction
to sustain global industrialization

kickstarting lamentable machinations
spindling, fondling, mutilating
permanently desecrating scarring
wreaking havoc rendering uber
terrestrial plain untenable
massacring, incapacitating Gaia,

she unable to shuck off yoked aggressive
lymphatic, metastatic, narcissistic...
asphyxiation, choking, eradication
biological diversity flummoxed
hounded, jackknifed, liquidated
promulgating me, no matter futile
effort to appeal against doom

fervent clemency against
effrontery, queasy temerity...
mercilessly rained down pell mell
upon inimitable mother nature
unspeakable, unpardonable, unforgivable...
despicable, horrible, ineradicable... demise
affecting every living organism.

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