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None walks as well as we desire or should. Some fall down, having done the best they could. We all may not learn to talk, walk, sit, and stand. But we must all join hand in hand.
If we do not, we will simply sink into the sand. We must live, learn, and try to understand. United as one, we must stand face to face; or divided we will fall, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
02272018 PS Contest, 88 Syllables, Joseph May
8 lines, 88 syllables
A kiss from heaven
A magical time
A true love is rare
But decidedly divine
My picture of love
Was carefully designed
Two parents and a home
That I could call mine
Shakespere and romance
Filled in some gaps
Passion and desires
Completed the map
But can we play
With the cards we're delt
With time an enemy
And the beauty of someone else
How can I win love
With what I have
And the ideal of me loving
Makes people laugh
All the ledgends and stories
That I would use
To make myself something
Besides abused
Hope springs eternal
When it comes to love
As fools we dare to trust it
But it's love that we're made of
Love plays its game
Of hide and seek
And of all emotions
It's the most unique
Why we desire
This awesome power
When by it we are
Weakened by the hour
Upon inspection and
Deep reflection
Without it flesh
Is incomplete
The laws of attraction
Mixed with fashion
Or divide the strong
From the weak
Is love law or law love
While contenders ferociously
compete
Long and lonely
This part of lifes journey
That so often leads
To dispare
It's not just physical but it's also
Finding someone who cares
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Did we find that sacred trust
Or are our memories
Filled with lust
And like our bodies to decay
And rust
Was our destination
Heaven or bust
Johnny Loving
once again
i will never fall in love again
(i told myself)
once again
i will never fall in love again
repeat2x:
i told myself i wont fall in love again
i tried to ignore the way he touch
my skin
trying to keep my heart locked
and not letting him win
then my heart took a dramatic spin
i eventually let him in
and adored me with love(with love)
but i said
once again
i will never fall in love again
(i told myself)
once again
i will never fall in love again
repeat2x:
the way he touch me
my heart start to sing
so nice and gentle
its like it was s dream
i forgot how love feels
he showed me how love feels
but once again "i said......
once again
i will never fall in love again
(i told myself)
once again
i will never fall in love again
repeat2x:
instrumental break
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
i vowed to stay by your side
even when things are rough
you started to change
drinking booze and playing games
i cant take no more
it's you i blame
you waste my love
you waste my time
i packed my stuff
and said my last goodbye.......
once again
i will never fall in love again
(i told myself)
once again
i will never fall in love again
repeat2x:
fade out:
bye bye....
goodbyyyyye.....
bye bye....
goodbyyyyye.....
Bitter dregs of life's elixir
just enough sweet to bury the bitter
small tastes of what is fine
to keep us going within our time
Love is not a convenient thing
when it disappears the heart does sting
though full does it make everything
when gone sorrow and weeping
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
though bowed low in you I'll trust
you have torn away my shield
naked before you within your field
Oh cherished muse hear my cry
through falls of tears did loved one die
swayed and shaken by what I feel
hills and valleys and waves I reel
accursed is the lot of man
death destroys the golden strand
no resistance even strong here land
the mouth of grave does ever expand
Though I cherish knowledge of the future
currant cuts and pain beneath the suture
the loss and grief of present time
can make a woman lose her mind
All mankind of this chalice drink
It's liquid swallowed on the brink
ingested fluid in each man's hour
against it's draft has no man power
Imprisoned in death are family and friends
and some few have met kinder ends
into tombs and crypt and grave descends
and upon it's bed many confess their sins
Even those having been reborn
will face the coming of it's storm
our souls descended of this family tree
and you oh Jah will hold our memory
Into the dust our lives return
await the future for which we yearn
and sink we do into the maw of death
till times resurrection Son returns our breath
Every nation the memorial tombs do field
in it's demise our truths do yield
and to it's rest are all paths sealed
even those who to the truth have kneeled
Gen 3:19 Ecc. 9:4-6 Dan 12:2 Rev 20:12-13
Prov. 27:20 Is 28:15-18 Rev 1:18
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
An age-old dilemma,
Sages and humanity wonder aloud,
The death will get us the deliverance from the body,
But how would I set my soul free?
Scientifically the day we die, everything ends,
The ashes to ashes we meet, the life ends.
Philosophically we wonder, is there a life after death?
Whatever the soul is, would it find a refuge?
Sometimes I wonder, what should I do to get the deliverance?
Writing love poems with feet dangling in the grave, is that an answer?
Reading Holy books and visiting holy shrines, would that be the way?
Helping people and sharing their pain, would deliver my soul.
Answers people have sought for centuries,
No one has shown a clear way,
If we knew, what kind of deliverance we seek,
The soul would find its way of seeking Nirvana and peace.
A puerile couple
married young.
Inseparable
Two hearts as one.
Survived their struggles
throughout the wars and
found in each other, no want for more.
They had many children.
Each knowing
right from wrong.
They were rich in love and
happiness.
A bond that made them strong.
They still danced
in one another's eyes.
To the silent flutter of butterflies,
But experience had made them wise and
when they glanced upon their hands and
saw their hands like wrinkled maps.
Each others palms
filled in the gaps.
They'd grown so old yet
felt so young.
Both born alone but
died as one.
At the funeral
No ashes to ashes
Instead they read
Their wedding vows till
Even death can't do us part.
For Heaven
Was always a place in
their hearts.
Form:
I am the box you spend with eternity.
Holding what is left, what remains.
Anguish seeps down from shattered hearts
Releasing unbearable pain.
I look put together for a little while
Then I fall apart where no one can see.
Like excusing yourself into another room
So you can privately grieve.
My satin filled insides will eventually disperse.
Until the Earth claims what is rightfully hers.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
Letting go is a powerful must.
They lower me solemn and slowly
Earth welcoming me back home for good.
Beneath the soiled surface,
I perform the work of wood.
Purple laced with hint of black, bound together with golden sash,
placed upon this wooden box, sealed shut with silver locks,
upon the shoulders the coffin carried, placed inside the horse drawn carriage,
procession leads me through the streets, to place my casket six foot deep,
as the sound of earth pounds on the lid, I awaken, trapped within,
frantic screams and scratch of nails, my call for rescue seems to fail,
fear and horror at this my fate, as oxygen makes its quick escape,
logic tells me I will die, the world oblivious to my desperate cries
still I struggle to survive, but it's no use, I 'm buried alive
Damn them all, they will pay, I leave a curse on them this day..,
"once darkness takes my light from me, my spirit angered shall break free
I will come to each in turn at night, blood stained and twisted from this burial fright,
I will place my cold clawed hands upon your face, escort your soul to a burial state,
you will fight to stay alive, for every breath that I deny,
Death shall come and set you free as I take you six foot deep with me"
As my eyes begin to close, the color of death begins to show,
my lips are blue my skin so pale, on the sea of death my soul sets sail
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust, my vengeance will be fair and just.
Rest in peace, no not for me, the blessing of the RIP
I have much I need to do, and now I'm coming after you.
i saw the crow fly through the perfectly aligned tree tunnel
poplars that like soldiers stood.
i saw the crow fly through the draped purple lace air that like a prism hung,
into the enchanted forest.
another time, another place. where they had tied you to a wooden cross,
where they had lit the tinder that circled you,
where the flames rose to take you. from ashes to ashes...
it was there your bird lifted you, lifted you with his unusually large talons.
it was then your feathered creature flew you out, flew you to safety.
past your soldiers, still in perfect form.
past the adoring crowds,to your rightful place
where you sit on your throne queen of the gates,
and through it all you never cried. not even a whimper. you never blinked.
proud, royalty!,
you ruled with your heart,
always kind, always the light.
Maurice Yvonne
August 28 2014
Addictive Poetry Contest
"...ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."
Adam was created as a form of God's trust.
Ribs are on the table and Eve's heart just.
Eden is the garden that the Word loves most.
Thoracic cage, it was given a name
References made said a serpent came
Using Eve to conceive, the word Shame.
Eden was the garden where first, we blamed.
Father forgiven it was truthfully written.
"... go forth and learn to play..."
Banishment He said
"...is a waste of my six great days!"
Punishment, the illusion of bad management,
and Judgement, the pollution of a sad intent,
scrambled an image, of the Heavenly scent.
Tumble weeds humble and She stands defiant.
The knowledge of good and evil is free
"... go do and live...." God said, as WE
"... be fruitful, multiply, share and give..."
"... 24 ribs each, are a measure of my love..."
Then His kisses became the stars above.
Worp drive! Atom scribed on the parchment,
Ophi wrote on as a loop in the constant.elation!
88 in the air sharing blissful conversation
"... god has a method you know,
of cosmic operation..." they said.
Eden is the garden where first we heard.
God is the promise that Nature comes first.
"... I don't waste..." was the verse it chose
"I'm god after all, and I can change your knows."
So to write His story, the Eve became a Rose.
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