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Justified actions com*plicated
things that don't
matter; unruled my voice
out~loud.
Here I speak truth only you and
I know is just another
way to let loose of the
anger,rageiously inside
us. YES
We will CRISS~Cross paths to
lead an example; But
The Key will unlock your soul
and re*lease it's grim*ripper
who
roars through you that
embedded night in
blood~shed:
Ex+ Scapes my mind.
For I am not the devil's
advocate of A bottomless pitted
hole=
Burning trees that ash these
words, time n' time again...
Like A broken recorded tape-
player *YOU* Still don't;
hear! What is it going to
take??? What is it that YOU
doN"t get???
I do not care.... For I am an
angel of **LUCIFER**, He comes
{...heavens fire...}
I claim to have been reborn;
Re*vises. Revolutioned to
power it's stabbing sword
defeated of EXCALIBUR.... All
for one; and All AlMighty
CLAN... KKK..FEAR GOD
OR,"KARMA" For you are
NAKED!!! Cause I can hardly
notice you...As I FEAR MY GoD.
Written by Carma
On 06-20-12
Entered in contest what's your fear
Sponsored by; Tanya Harrington
Tombstone
Three brothers and their wives, happily starting over together
One was a former lawman, searching for, not fame, but fortune
Justice was only swift if one drew his gun first, but was too slow
The Wild West after the war; guns, liquor, anger, violence, and hope
In an atmosphere of chaos, imported entertainment bandaged the pain
This story had it all; romance, adventure, entrepreneurship, and gangsters
There was little room for cowardice in these parts; but loyalty was priceless
All were possessors of guns; the good men, the lawmen, and the lawless men
There was a vicious coward who along with the ‘Cowboy Gang’ was driven out
The pain of addiction, even back then, wiped out love and broke up marriages
The coward cowboy said it best when he uttered, “Law don’t work round here”.
Destroying the gang was best summarized, “It’s not revenge;it’s a reckoning”.
Ex Lawman and a dying gambler renewed their relationship of prior years, places, times
I cannot think of a movie that has given me more satisfaction than this cowboy legend
Watching “Tombstone” always deeply moves me; I think I’m drawn by the “friendship factor
01212016 (PS contest, “Favorite Movie”, sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron)
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I lie on the grass,…
counting them, as they
burn holes in my eyes,
coming from nowhere,
spiraling earthward.
Ancient, fireflies
swept from the sky,
dusting the night
with bright embers;
sparks flaming
the darkness,
each summer..
from moon’s
restless
broom
Gone
in a
moment,
and quickly
extinquished,
while the earth
wants to catch them,
to no avail…
We cannot keep
mortal moon dust.
We cannot collect
the tumbling fireflies
to keep in a jar,
but will store them in
winter’s memory
***
For Catie:
”Moon Dust Contest”
In my pyramid of quartz,
Its shimmering crystal walls,
Help adjust my vibrations.
I will arise and touch the
God within; the bright crystals.
All souls must fly, at some point;
If not in meditation.
Soul flight reaches the source;
Touches God’s face and it
Brings in the light of the
God-mind; enlightening
all of those who touch God.
Here I learn to succeed.
For it's a crystals
Purpose to provide,
Energy to fly,
Into the ethers
With no earthly bulk.
When I fly in
Dreams, I must take
Time to decrypt,
What I’m given.
Archetypes,
Are symbols;
Conscious mind,
Does not,
Translate
Well.
What makes wild winds blow
From where does life grow
Would you like to know
Why the rivers flow
Under sun aglow
Why does earth spin
Marriage bring sin
Does chaos win
Atoms begin
Can’t you see
We are free
Accept me
You won’t
I don’t
Fake
A Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger 03/01/2020
How many syllables (5 5 5 5 5/ 4 4 4 4/ 3 3 3/ 2 2/1)
Caressing the dark, warm earth
Like prayers for contentment
Sunlight whispers beyond the
Emerald stems and branches
Making a scene as it falls
In rich, vibrant mixtures of
Pale buttery yellow, gold
Heaven whispers delight
As songbirds shudder, shake
With notes so alive there’s
No doubt life has begun
Where lone hints of decay
Stay beneath undergrowth
Laughing colors, crisp
Clean and comforting
Sprout from underneath
Gentle petals, life
New birth of blossoms
Whispers of love
Twinkle on moon
Stars flickering
Sending fresh joy
Butterflies
Race about
Brushing hearts
Blessings
Reach down
Spring
Joyous worship* praise
devoid of doubt's trace...
God keeps my heart's brace
blessed with wondrous grace
midst spiritual race.
Glorious worship
through Christ's friendship
bright stewardship
by His headship.
Worship-cheer
holy fear
God is near.
Peace... grand
love's brand.
Bliss!
*Psalm 29:2 Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.
May 26, 2019
Diminished Hexaverse in rhyme form
Edited on June 7, 2022
If I don't run wires;
In its connections,
With my smart pliers
And its corrections,
If faults come to being.
Of what essence,
Then have I been
Learnt of brilliance,
Wisdom it offers?
To fit coffers;
Of years suffered,
Got as preferred.
From pains!
For gain's
Wage!
If I don't lecture;
Raise students' standard,
What essence is school,
And certificate,
Endured to acquire?
Cum experience;
To compliment,
Desire to teach
And grow my dreams...
In this field,
With pleasure,
Cum future:
What holds,
Great boon's
Treat!
These are professions,
That define me well,
To cope off few hell¡
Been Jack of a trade,
Makes a dull master.
Jack of nice two;
Master of both.
Makes smart moves; cool,
In Nigeria.
Not easy,
Not been up,
After all,
Doing.
For time,
Flies...
I just realized
Poems do never die.
Never say never!
Write what’s on your mind.
Born in this best way
Hear those haters!
So bring you down.
Many believe
In your great pen.
Do not stop.
It’s not end.
Trust yourself!
Think big!
Believe!
Write…
Alone and afraid,
In the fire, I cried.
I was losing hope.
I could barely breathe.
How could I survive?
I prayed and prayed.
I yelled for help.
Is this the end?
How can this be?
Me, dying?
God, save me!
Send angel!
Fireman
appeared.
Yes!
051020PSCtest, Diminished Hexaverse, Emile Pinet
Placement: HM