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There is a degree of beauty that is dependant upon us, you can hear it cheer this love on
if you listen closely enough.
It wants to exist, it wants to breathe, it wants to be gay, but this can only happen if
you and I make it to our perfect day!
So if we don't make it the quality of the world's beauty will decrease, flowers will cease
to be pretty, sunsets will lose a degree of majesty and all other objects of beauty will
be downgraded to the category of mediocrity.
So beautiful, hold on tight to my hand, and lets not only make it to our perfect day for
you and me, lets also make it for the sake and continued existence of our worlds beauty,
for this is beauty's Plea.
I can see you
in my peripheral,
hands move
with steady ease
completing their tasks,
your body moves
like a sturdy breeze
making its way
from there, to,
I don’t know where.
And another piece
of my substance,
drains away...
I ache to reach out
tracing the words
and pictures
rippling on your skin
that reveal a story
of our time,
I want to memorize
each line and curve
in the tips
of my fingers
and rub them
against my temples,
to relive the journey
But another memory
is lost and erased
in the torment...
shaking,
my lips fail to move
with an answer
to the question,
the power
of communication
is slowly
being downgraded
and exchanged
And yet another day
of living in silence
commences...
now no longer
in my peripheral,
I am bereft
and grieving,
tossing my head
in denial
I rake my nails
across my face,
finally, I lay down
in the valley
of the dead,
no longer fearing
evil, I have become
emptiness and sorrow
my veil of sadness
is catching the tears
of the neverwas.
Another moment
existing in the land
of the living dead...
unraveling my mind
unhitching my soul,
you've unmade
all there is of me
I am unwinding
unweaving, un-sewing,
redeveloped into
the unbecoming.
Another hour began
sitting in the canyon
watching a fall...
---
Much later,
in the corner of my eye
a miracle lit a spark,
it now smolders
deep within my core
and at will
it is flaming free.
Another strand of hope
has been cast,
and it’s coiling inside me...
She was the love of my life
But was never much of a wife
Which caused a whole lot of strife
Her hatred cut through my heart like a surgical knife
Once full of life now praying for a change in life
The love faded as the hate invaded
My thoughts persuaded while my presence was degraded
Always making me feel like you downgraded
All along my soul forever shaded
Wishing I knew the reason I was hated
Or why the feelings were abated
Dreaming of the day that I will be extricated
We were definitely mismated
What a fool as I stand here life deflated
Can only hope it will be mended
Its always myself I'm defending
Time to stop pretending
No more room for bending
The unrelenting ending is impending
3/29/2017
grant is granted of love
grant is granted of science
love is downgraded to love
love is downgraded to science
grant is granted to a downgrade of love
grant is granted to a downgrade of science
science is science's downgrade of love
vision is vision's granted of love
vision is vision's granted of science
vision is a granted vision
vision is a granted science
science is science' s vision of love
science is science's vision of science
love is a vision of science
downgrade is downgraded to science
downgrade is downgraded to love
love is love's science of love
love is granted as love
science is a love of science
love is granted as science
love downgrade love to science
Celestial Dance
The sun and the moon bowed to each other
as they pass on their orbital routes.
The stars did a heavenly dance of honour
the planets glistened bathed in deep purple
Mercury orbiting closest to the sun
fastest of all of the planets are you
Venus (twinned with Earth) the planet of love
lighten our hearts with your femininity
Earth our own planet only known source of life
Mars the red planet and bringer of war
Jupiter you are the jewel in the crown
we gaze at you breathless with wonder and awe
Uranus once known as Georgium Sidus
you are the enchanting ringed planet of beauty
Saturn, he languidly goes his own way
quietly, quietly just doing his duty
Neptune almost last but not least of the planets
you tip your trident, saluting the Sun
as all of our planets delight in celestial dancing
we watch hearts struck as they do their run
Posted: Apr 14, 2013
About this poem:
Pluto has recently been 'downgraded' to be a dwarf planet - and is thus not now usually included when listing the planets
Stumbling along the worn down pine,
Clamoring like a babe against floor and a table leg
I found the stool to shame all other stools.
Propping my bony bottom atop
Like a laggardly old lion,
Done with denunciation,
Dismal and downgraded,
While awaiting the minstrel's mentions
of a certain sort of sustenance.
"I have here for you soup
My little lamb."
Yet a lion here I sit!
With letters here I writ!
While in my bowl
She spills the same.
Despite my place.
Despite my name.
I take a spoonful
Maybe more.
My taste buds take off
Beyond flavor's shore.
I've now flown the coop
Just for poetry's soup.
A simple god so slender and symbolic
having a one way onslaught in his approach
and toiling with the master-class of the game
to revolutionize an entire country away from his.
He bastardized his inheritance of stiffness and a crunch system
To transmit the pleasure of a video game to a live coverage.
A believer of his approach, a missionary in his style,
legendary in his execution, but often blind to its short comings.
Going an entire season without a fault
and giving the possibility to travel cloud 49
makes his glory carry such schoolbag of mysteries and awe.
From the African prince of Monaco, to the great George Weah
and the Dennises, Thierrys, Vierras and Anelkas,
he converts a dusty wood into a luxurious boat.
Academy is his bedroom, ventilated by continuity
even though some megastars were short of understanding this.
Maintenance of a certain threshold even with half loaded guns
is very difficult to achieve and impossible to maintain
but not at all to this attacking minded General.
Spending a decade to shoot regions near the actual target
under the stuffiness of limitations both in finances and talents
shines the stadium light even in the darkness of his underachievement.
Prudence and a closed fist was his personality’s widget
b’cos glory on the pitch alone isn’t his mental gadget.
Placing a repercussion of a very stiff budget
and his command, downgraded so low to a midget.
All these because he’s carried the club like a personal object
placing the short sightedness of instant glories to an eject.
Stability in his empire is now a complete project
As his winning dominance was once a European subject.
He’s now back with an intimidation which will make opposition fidget.
Back to his rank, as he wears all the colours
rising in significance after all the hurdles
heart poured out to a club glorifies him beyond a mere coach,
the riches of such dedication influences the staff of his reputation,
winning and being a champion has always been his signature.
He has once again proven it,
as the world of sports stands still in ultimate salute.
Reality is something you rise above."
-Liza Minelli
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Dear dreams of pixie dust, It's a wake up call !
Comforts downgraded to grimes of reality
where battered and bruised,
life is no longer a fairy tale.
Where hammers break you down to ground,
abyss of darkling sky, moon has gone down.
sun has not risen to bright your toiled days,
smothered by pain you lie in shaking breath.
Are your stars bad? No, you can still reach them !
with wobbly feet
you scale a cliff,
ascending spirals of real life.
In a little island, bound in a fortress,
in a province of strong thoughts,
A mind dares...
to overcome billion odds of misfortunes
and save a drowning life with flailing arms.
to forge a heart in unwavering flames,
once defeated on tracks of dried tears.
and let courage win, fighting with fears.
reaching distant planets,
crossing endless deserts,
swimming ghastly waves,
marching thorny paths
there's always a shelter you find in the storm.
hard work in blood and sweat, bad days turn better,
there's evolution of a victim...to a reality survivor.
Dated 23rd February 2020
Sponsor Maureen McGreavy
Contest Name: She Inspires Series - LM
#Another_Pastor_viral
Ancestors exchange grave turning with Christ, shame and tabooed, religion painted, men claiming and looting from the poorer, shaming and tainting the believe
From calling themselves pastors to now, prophets, revelation has foretold, the time is now, the show on play, everything sounds and look unreal, on this audience seat I'm crippled by disbelief, I keep not waking from this nightmare, how I wish I could
Churches from prayer houses to prey dens, pastors from men of God to monsters and predators. Greed and fame blind folding faith and religion, safety and human dignity flushed down the drain
Everyday, everywhere women and girls perpetrated, wolves in white collars and fancy suits.
Churches downgraded from prayer houses, to molesters hubs, from sacred places to gambling stalls, from faith homes to wickedness labs
What has the Christian fraternity became? My toddler asks. Fear creeps in, my tongue twist, words fail to represent my shattered respond,
safe places on earth have ran out, nowhere is ever safe in this world,
Hell drew near and your flames engulf us all, humanity has perished, life no longer matters, this land has been profaned, blood in innocent hands of innocent
Death take us all, you our last hope, for hope in this hopeless world has been hopeless, a hopeless nation, in hopeless world , all leading a hopeless life into a hopeless tomorrow, this is too much,
end of the world please rush, the waiting has been way too painful to endure.
Another pastor viral
#Poetic_Ink
SOMETHING I WROTE BY EYE THOUGHTS,
THE SILENCE OF LOOSE CHANGE,
12:00 P.M. THE SILENCE FILLS THE AREA ROOM,
MY CONTINUE THOUGHTS,SOMETHING CONTINUES TO RESUME,
TO STEAL MY THOUGHTS,MY WALK,MY EVERYTHING,
ITS A COMPLETE REALITY,NOT A RESTLESS TOSSING DREAM,
THE STRANGEST OF CHANGE A PIN TO A NEEDLE DROP,
SILENCE EVEN FALLEN LOOSE CHANGE THE SAME,
WORD BUT,DIFFERNT D'EARANGE,
THE WAY THINGS HAVE CHANGED,
WOULD I BE ABLE TO HEAR SEVERAL COINS,
AS THEY TAKE OVER THE FLOOR,
MAYBE A SMALL TAPING ON THE NEXT DOOR,
I'VE DOWNGRADED MY ROARING OF MY HEAVY METAL BLADE FANS,
NOW I HEAR LESS VOICES THE DEMON WITHIN,
A LOSER TRYING TO OVER POWER ME AN EVIL OBSESSED ENEMY,
POSSED, POSITIONED HIS DEMONS WITHIN ME SO HE CAN
HEAR,
EVEN THE NUMBERS OF MY HEART BEATS,
SO I LAY STILL, BECAUSE OF ITS EVIL WILL BE DONE,
WHY MY BODY IT HAD TO RUN, INTO,AROUND,I SMELL,
SOME UNWANTED BREATHE,THE UNCLEANNESS OF SOMETHING THERE,
THE SMALL FRIDGE VERY CALM BUT,THE COLD SETS INSIDE,
THE DEMONS IN MY EYES STILL TRYING TO CONTROL MY MOUTH & MIND,
THE SILENCE OF FALLEN LOOSE CHANGE,
THE ANGER IT RECEIVES WHEN HE SEE'S NO CHANGE,
IT CONTINUES TO WANT,TO ADD CHAINS,
TO KEEP ME,AND DRIVE ME INSANE,
LOOSE CHANGE....I WILL...HEAR CENTS,
PAPER,PINK,PEN,
AS IT ALL SINKS IN,
SILENCE WITHIN.....
BY.ANNODAL