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A saviour
Underestimated at the beginning
Doubted at his creativities
Neglected at his upcoming
Less chances of prove
Always fighting
Unknown and known
A saviour
He got a vision
She got a vision
They make moves
Always their character
Is unusual
Sometimes they get isolated
Criticism is normal to them
Cos the bear negative words
Which they deal with privately
With out no help or disturbing
No soul
A saviour
They are not famous
But at the end more
Famous than the famous
Cos they get good inside
Before they could touch
The world in their realities
They are never many
But few nowadays
If many of them are
Locked up
Die so early
Killed by the law
I wonder why they will
Be many
Even when we all can
Be same just like
A saviour
A saviour
Save the world
If you can
Yes you can
Cos their is none wiser
In wisdom of life
We only live to either
Touch the world
Or destroy our part
And leave the stage
At the end
To nothing for nothing
So please save something
At worst save yourself
Ever since my parents bought me a Grundig TV for my room,
And every week day unquestioned and without fail,
I've watched the Channel 4 News avidly, glued to it,
From when I was ten when my ship did at last sail.
I fell in love with Jon Snow instantly as a father figure,
A socialist or social democratic who would interpret,
Political and social events in a way that I understood,
Without any superiority or cold, aloof mood.
My best subject at university was marketing,
Came top in my second year Easter class exam
And everyday when I watched it I analysed Jon’s socks and ties,
Until I was 17, I could predict to myself the next days dyes.
This made me so happy and empowered me to continue,
In that Christian fundamentalist world of criticism and guilt,
But the C4 News was my little secret which I kept to myself,
As I was taught not to love things like that, of a worldly, societal lilt.
I was a devious child towards my parents and their religion,
And lived by admitting only to liking that which I loved,
So that they could have the satisfaction of disciplining me straight,
But pass me by as someone who religion did very much hate.
I had my own sequence, mathematical formula in my head,
And the first day I got my television when the light was ahead,
Because my dad used to monitor what I viewed with intense interest,
I did not flip channels somedays, to suggest no deviation was in my head.
And when Krishnan Guru-Murthy joined the show in 1998,
(I had predicted it from his way at BBC news presenting);
As he reported in Newsnight and BBC 24’s current events programme,
And I thought he would compliment Jon Snow and for youth be an emblem.
I'm hesitant to say that I used to be able to,
Predict when he would grow a beard in playful discourse,
But I knew that he would always shave it off again,
‘Cos that concerned, innocent face is not for recourse.
I like Garry Gibbon, love Kathy Newman, Jackie Long and Matt Frei,
And Paul Mason always gets to the roots of the economics issues;
Lindsey Hilsum and Helia Ebrahimi give such good reports,
And Geoff White always excites me with his technology eye.
EXPRESSED CENSURE CRITICISM - -
All though I seek your approval;
I am certain to give you my best;
Never, the less I am in removal;
Above all ties to my conquests;
How shall I choose a choice?
And who shall listen;
When every sin has a different voice
What am I getting Inter-vision?
My mind is captive;
Take me as man I am;
My thoughts less attractive;
To wit here I stand;
Above all ties to my conquests;
As still I seek your approval;
I am certain to give you my best;
Judge me not nor allow me reproval;
Within the methodism,of this verse journalism;
I seek not expressed censured criticism;
10/2/19
For Give Me Your Best New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet |
July 1 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 91-95
Key Verse – Psalm 91:2 I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
HEART SAYS THAT GOD IS OUR REFUGE AND FORTRESS
Our heart says that God is our refuge and strength midst our Bible studying
To combat laziness in Scripture-reading and discipleship-readying
Making us knowledgeable midst fake news brought by lying
Through His truth worthy of relying.
Our heart says that God is our refuge and strength midst our life building
To persevere in soulwinning and heart molding
Making us patient midst weariness-bending
Through His constant upholding.
Our heart says that God is our refuge and strength midst our wisdom using
To apply principles in Christian fruit-bearing and standard-enforcing
Making us guided midst criticism oppressing
Through His counsel so filled with divine blessing.
Our heart says that God is our refuge and strength midst our faith establishing
To surmount challenges of worldliness-pulling and humanism-pushing
Making us steadfast midst trials’ crushing
Through His might for heavenly flourishing.
Our heart says that God is our refuge and strength midst our character developing
To seek virtues for attitude changing and pleasant personality gripping
Making us victorious midst selfishness-stripping
Through His transformation always enveloping.
Our heart says that God is our refuge and strength midst our spirituality reviving
To pursue more church participation with ministry involving
Making us active midst apathy’s thriving
Through His presence that affirms His care’s loving.
Our heart says that God is our refuge and strength midst our doctrine learning
To teach others for discipleship pruning and stewardship training
Making us humble midst pride’s sinning
Through His Word for eternal investment-gaining.
July 1, 2026
ummm...just some quick thoughts... check and reflect
I sit and dissect derelicts with dialect deliberately
I think with this pen and as soon as the ink sinks in ,it instantly producing imagery
Some say it’s a gift, how I flow with my vocabs
But that aint it i been doin this s**t since 96 fill up 100's of notepads with dopeness
Practice makes perfection, nothing less than that’s sufficient
With ease and little effort I engage with the page efficient
It comes natural when writing rhymes repetitive
Scripts always sick, still so many stuck on sedatives
Not the best that ever lived, but still very clever kid
Assembling and arsenal of lyrics no one ever did
Futuristic ,linguistics, make pupils dilate
Lips split, and wrist slit, are issued when one violates
Minds neva in a violent state, i stay cool calm and collective/ smack dab in the middle of all these posers
That should be poster children for the use of contraceptives
My methods perfected , I’m tedious with written words
And a touch more impressive, once I’m finished hittin herbs
Perception is the problem when people write they b
Thinking that the lack of criticism reflects how much that they amaze kids
It’s evident there’s blatent negligence
But it’s all irrelevant, it’s quality not quantity
If some say your dope, does that mean that your a bomb emcee?
everyone else, that’s what I keep on stressing
My worst critics myself, that why I keep progressing
But it's getting depressing, bringing water to my eyes
guys stop biting s**t
Take the time use your mind and write your s**t
Just recognise the wise rise, this is knowledge being dropped
Push the phonies to the bottom, let the scholars to the top
Happiness, the state of laughter and joy
Abandoning the abuse cage of woe, glum, and despair
Place yourself around loved ones you know that give
Positive criticism to become the person you decide to be
Inspiring you to grow and improve your world
Nourishing hope, faith, and trust
Enabling that acknowledgement to show,
Shouts echo of glowing encouragement leaving an impact of harmony
Summer sunset shinning smiles sloppy kisses of greetings from your dog
By: Eve Roper 12/14/2015
Poetry Contest: Happiness-Acrostic
Sponsored by:John Hamilton
Criticism flows easily from some.
To me, it often mirrors deep unrest.
Their barren days crave meaning,
So they lash out at those who walk in peace.
Criticizing becomes habit—becomes breath.
A friend—or so I thought—
Blamed me for loving poetry too much.
Yet this passion held me in the storm,
When everything trembled, it alone kept me standing.
I live without harming, without asking,
Whole and free.
I owe nothing but to God,
The one who grants me strength, breath, and health.
Before you point at others,
Face your own life honestly.
Don't speak of what you know nothing about,
Don’t judge what you’ve never lived.
We have one life, only one,
And we must live it by our own pulse,
Not by bitter tongues.
Criticism will always come,
But often, it says nothing
Except the emptiness of those who throw it.
Let them laugh, yap, gossip into the void—
Their venom can't pierce my armor.
Behind my passions lie scars,
Behind my silences, wars won without witnesses.
They see only the surface—
A smile, a stance, a racket.
But never the tears dried on the court,
The nights when the ground felt closer than air.
They speak because they don’t act,
They judge because they flee their own reflection.
I leave them in their mental prisons,
Their petty verdicts, weightless sentences.
Me—I breathe,
I cling to what lifts me,
To what keeps me standing,
Not to their drivel or half-digested frustrations.
They can’t grasp
What it costs to stay upright when everything pushes you down,
When it’s either that or sink.
Let them go on judging what they’ll never live,
I live, I fight, and I move forward,
Asking no one for permission—
Least of all those who trample what they’ve never built.
Just relate with me
Instead of judging Me
Instead of criticism
Instead of isolation
Why not get closer
And see me better
You can't be far
To know who I am
I know I have been
That person you need to know
Yes that mind your need
That words closer to your answer
Despite who am not
Yes cos I could also be your arguement
I could be the one of the truthful
I could be a different variety
Just get closer yes
Just relate with me
Just relate with me
All I need is happiness
I thought it Cost nothing
I know I can be free minded
But for another that is not my worry
Cos I will never forget the joy
Of love
Within my soul
Within my heart
I recall the worth of peace
So am too busy with this heavenly
Feeling
Instead of worries
I free away bad energy
And let the universe
Wash away my pains to the unknown
And please if you still don't
Understand me
Please then get closer
You can't understand me
From your far distance
Just come closer
Just relate with me
Pessimism, I loathe your gloomy effect
Parroting vanity’s vexation in my mind that I’m unprofitable…
God I thank; by His strength* is great achievement as I do my utmost.
Negativism, I vanquish your vehement accusations
Taunting me of my failures, falls, and frustrations…
I praise the Lord for His compassion, pressing me on with optimism!
Skepticism, I conquer your attacking doubts
Robbing me of my sanity’s tranquility; torturing me mentally…
The omniscient Sovereign I trust as I settle myself serenely in His truth!
Criticism, I subdue your undermining, deceitful, hypocritical comments
Treating me as a loser in my service-commitment…
Propped by the Almighty’s power, I can be the best for His glory!
Evil thoughts, I pluck all your poisonous roots from my soul’s ground…
Thru the Scriptures’ exhortations, I can bloom and prosper
Triumphantly living for my Master, reaching others by His love!
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
January 21, 2019
1st place, "ULTIMATE JANUARY 2019..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/30/2019.
The following are Ten Villanelles written over a couple of nights. I was numbering them because I knew I wouldn't be able to post all at the same time. The Villanelle is repetitive and maybe that's the reason I like it so much, or maybe the reason I use it so much. The thougts playing in my head over and over, really like a song. I know that as you read some things are repetitive, maybe almost exactly stated in another Villanelle. I do not usually read my work after it is posted, other than occasionally checking on things formerly written. I decided not to title them at this point, other than numbers, because other than one or two of them could all have the same name. If you've read many of my villanelles, there won't be a lot of fascinating new ideas here, like a said just mostly thoughts repeating. I just don't want anyone getting bored by the third one and wondering why they are still reading. Thanks for reading and always any feedback is welcome, criticism, anything at all.
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There's no last chance to say goodbye
A chapter finally ends with much regret
Too many times I've asked myself why
Constantly I wanted to return, I did try
To rekindle that moment when we met
There's no last chance to say goodbye
Surely we both question this great lie
The course of finality now laid and set
Too many times I've asked myself why
A never ending plea my soul does cry
To my bad choices I still pay the debt
There's no last chance to say goodbye
Looking now forward into the night's sky
No will now, what can I hope or expect
Too many times I've asked myself why
One certainty I am never able to deny
The very thing, you now seem to forget
There's no last chance to say goodbye
Too many times I've asked myself why