Long Diameter Poems
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My heart waits for you so that our dreams can come true .
My heart aches for you, so remove the guard so that I can be with you
Days have passed and I kept working like a horse, cleaning the barn
Emptying garbage bins and meddling in the dirt oh what a terrible sin
I did not go to school to become a Janitor, but I became one over night
I also spend hours working my brain working with my intuitive mind and the spiritual oracle that originates from the divine.
My heart aches for you when no one is there to watch my back, my heart aches for you when no one is there to buy me a new frock.
Sometimes the days turn cold and I can feel you wrapped up into my soul with just a tiny touch of heat to warm your cold feet. It’s the kind of courage that we share that kept us floating in the air and when the weather is fine, I usually get what is mine.
The road is extremely long and the curves and turns are singing a wonderful song, the guitars strings are strumming and the people are marching on. The work is not yet done so I have to continue this journey until the battle is won.
I have to change directions, angle, and dimension and make the circumference bold and the dividing line whole; you must multiply the radius by two to get the diameter that is true, and then multiply the result by three point one four for a good estimate before you walk through the door.
I have to work with some new people and a new set to obtain some physical and spiritual depth. The location is metastasized with anger, hate and greed and the bald eagle is strangling the sisters and they cannot breathe .
I have to change location to get variety and a better proportion; I have to close in on the inner world with a linear distance and the radius pulling from the center or the sphere intersecting on something that is dear to complete the formula.
My heart is waiting for you to share the story of an unseen glory and ride with the wind in the south and break the wings of the North without a doubt.
My heart waits for you to complete this battle, and when it is done we will publish it and stand on the mountain top and shout with all that we have got
The birds will come raining in the sky for every direction and my heart will be pleased. I will hold your hands and embrace with thee. My heart aches for you.
Venture advances, the future ... occurs,
the White Willow trees, best found by rivers
edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad,
hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to add
a picturesque of a draped graceful scene,
nay gloomy but most tranquil, and serene.
The whitish tones of the leaf's undersides
evolved the tree's name. A meter trunk, wide's,
diameter, thirty-meter stretch that
leans caused by sloped limbs that bring its Top Hat
tilted downward. A bow ... accentuates,
or curtsey, being a deciduous
tree, where the flower's genders grow distinct,
genteel parade cascades in white trimmed linked.
I searched through and through just to find it.
Looked among varying variables, while holding my love's coefficients to multiply with.
I summed up my expressions, ready to find the term
that could be my constant, in the midst of the unknown.
I believed in her geometric prowess.
With the leap of faith, we passed the "sine's," "cosine's," and "tangent's" tests.
The timing was "right-angled"; our thoughts perpendicular.
Yet even as our lines converged, we sought for an equation that would hold us.
She was a ray with infinite possibilities, bending into an arc that waited completion.
My thoughts gravitated towards the center of her attention.
The radius shifted, while the diameter surrendered to the pull of my committed circumference.
A story without an end had begun, circling the horizons of forever.
How could one simultaneously find the root to my happiness without logarithms?
And at the same time, nature, my emotional "parabolas"?
Breaking down every layer of my instability,
by factorising the matrix of my building blocks?
Well, your guess is as good as mine.
She was a mother by nature; "mother-nature" gave to safeguard my heart with the "parenthesis" of care.
There was no calculation that could prove it, yet I was certain.
I needed no probability to determine she was the one.
I was incomplete without her (X) factor.
My (Y) stood in isolation, until I became a function of her unfathomable love.
A derivative that shifted the sails of my destiny.
I treated the soil I planted four packets of seeds
But only one small yet dazzling Sunflower bloomed
Amidst the most ugly weeds I have ever seen
The sunflower opening so elegantly and proudly
As if a diamond surrounded by cubic zirconias
For its yellow embellished the hues of the ugly weed
Which in comparison was nearly as tall I speak to
The sunflower on my morning and afternoon jaunt
With the dogs, it’s once crippled petals now fully
Spread all of maybe four inches in diameter.
Nothing compared to its six foot height which is
Amazing considering the drought we are having
Such a splendid beautiful addition to my garden
Mother Nature has blessed me with, a single glorious
Sunflower amidst a wasteland of barbaric weeds.
I give up all my gold and silver
to touch a rose, to feel its beauty,
to hear the music of that crystal river,
to see the evening's sunset fiery ruby,
to barefoot walk-through evergreen, emerald grass,
how you radiate through the love’s quartz prisms, I want to see,
how you are even more beautiful in the years that pass,
I want to touch, I want to hear, I want to see!
I want to feel the beeswax from your lipstick,
to taste your kisses, sweet like butterscotch,
to sip your love and get drunk quick,
to look in your sapphire eyes, to sit there happy, cry, and watch.
Our love is like a circle with an unending diameter,
like an eternal white tinsel snowflake,
a daily kiss to all the flowers from our garden,
I want to touch, I want to hear, I want to see! I want to stay awake!
Our time on earth has slowly gone,
we had our laughter, our smiles, our tears,
we’ll soon wake up at the break of dawn,
and start to live for millions of years.
5 large egg whites
250g caster sugar
380ml double cream
5 tbsp lemon curd
300g blackberries
2 tbsp pistachios, toasted & roughly chopped
InstructionsPreheat the oven to 180 C/160 C fan. Line two large baking trays with baking parchment.
In a large bowl, whisk the egg whites until soft peaks form. Adding the sugar 1 tbsp at a time, continuing to whisk until you have a stiff, glossy meringue.
Divide into three, placing two big dollops nto one baking sheet and one on the other. Spread out until you have three circles approx 20cm in diameter.
Place the trays in the oven and immediately reduce the heat to 140 C/120 C fan. Bake for one hour then turn off the oven and leave the meringues inside to cool completely.
When ready to serve, whip the cream until soft peaks form and fold in the lemon curd. Remove the meringues from the baking parchment and layer with whipped cream, blackberries and a sprinkle of pistachios. Serve in thick slices.
This meringue cake is best eaten on the day of making, but leftovers will keep in an airtight container in the fridge for a day or two.Fagotto Amaretto chocalae and piscatoes
As I get closer I see she is a woman
About nine foot tall
Her waist is probably less than eleven inches in diameter
Her legs are the width of a ruler
Self-confidence oozes out of this tiny being
She is sitting on top of her van camper
Drinking a six pack of root beers
There is not a pinch of fat on her body
She wears a gray kamikaze helmet with a purple visor
She is nonchalantly waving the flag of the Brits
Her tennis shoes cover more area than the bikini she wears
Her left shoulder is heavily tattooed
We have never met such a beast.
We saunter up to her and say “hi”.
She responds, and happily. Fearless and free.
I am in awe!
View a rose landscape: rose shrubs for pleasure,
admiration and desire. Natures’ natural beauty with a sweet scent
Of Roses hybrid teas: their features of abundant large ornate blooms with colorful petals budding from long luscious green stems extending
Roses grandiflora: tall and statuesque blooms that comes in vigorous and vivacious clusters rather than many precocious individual ones
Roses floribunda: a cross of hybrid teas with polyantha:
this of large clusters of beautiful blooms that are continuous and steady
Roses polyantha: are of smaller roses than floribunda roses this at about 1 inch in diameter; many are seen on hedges and on white picket fences
Roses shrubs: has sprawling vine stems in all directions and are hardy in fine cool temperatures; also having a grand flower cluster of sensuous sweet fragrances
Roses of miniature or miniflora: they are shorter and more compact in growth yet, the impact is not miniature in all its glorious pleasure
Roses in bushes: has vibrant colors of pinks, reds, yellows, white and orange;
all are of joyful displays of a nature's lovely ornament enchantments
Their stems pruned and shaped are a designed landscape: seen on houses and a countryside and a holiday display and a great grand parade and a lovely lady's fine wedding day
Thursday, April 26, 2001 12:47:49 AM
Treasures of the Spider
Spider!
Beware of
the night feeder.
Tiny bat wings, swifter,
than the absence
of light, silent, merciless
terror.
By morning,
I survey the remnants
of your web, rent and empty
of you, just tiny whispers
of your once, existence.
Your uneaten prey,
all neatly wrapped
and dangling-
as a reminder
of all
that we
can't take to heaven
Suzanne Delaney
Written for a Golden Orb spider I
named Spideress.
See note - ScientificName: Nephila maculata
The golden orb weavers are one of the largest spiders. Their webs can be found hanging off sign posts, in or between trees and can even be spotted driving 100 km/h in a vehicle. The females can measure up to 45 mm while the smaller males measure only 6 mm. The male is often found in the web of his girl friend. Beside the male and the female boarders resides in the web. They are called quicksilver, dewdrop or droplet spider because their silvery body shines like drops of water in the sun.
Their webs stretch to a diameter of one meter between trees. It is easy to accidentally walk straight into one as they sit in the middle of their web.
It belongs to the golden orb weaver family, which is why its silk is yellow, and this silk is the strongest of any spider. Sometimes small birds or bats get caught in it
A classic metal made of vibranium steel alloy,
An offensive and defensive weapon that could decoy;
Though an illusory creation of comical books,
Had become part of culture with pretty attention-hooks...!
A concave disc; thick in diameter; weighing twelve pound;
Designed and cast by Myron MacLain with caution profound;
Captain America enjoyed its glamour in his acts;
And showcased through it exceptional emblematic facts...!
Embodied with strength that could alter the physical laws,
Bouncy in nature; quite conforming to the user's cause;
Power-equipped to face even dynamic storm-troopers,
Hulk's fists or Thor's hammer couldn't harm it; or hard coopers...!
In using the captain's shield Sam Wilson could not succeed,
It boomeranged; came back to captain; curb did not exceed;
Almost forty four miles per hour speed captain could throw it,
No one could comprehend its curve or shift or harming grit...!
Confrontations mounted; war-like situations arose;
Fight with Thanos did the damage; captain couldn't oppose;
Thanos' power with his sharp double-edged sword broke the shield;
Like Samson's fall after shave, captain had to leave the field...!
Yet, did captain give up his fights ever in whole of life?
His shield had brought him fame; did he ever leave his life-strife?
He traveled towards his greatest goal of eternity,
For a shield that couldn't be found midst taciturnity...!
06 July 2022
Captain America's Shield Poetry Contest
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