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Ponderable Thoughts
For September 2, 2020
By: Miracle Man
Compromise is the bridge uniting pro and con
the man who utters, “my way or the highway”
Is exposed as narcissistic.
Tom
Many prolong taking action,
fearful of what the reaction might be.
Sometimes a reaction has been harsher,
than the action that gave it birth.
Tom
Faith was my first step,
toward my ultimate destination.
Tom
Man’s biggest fear lies not in what he knows,
but of things that lie beyond his grasp.
Tom
We’re all just visitor’s on earth,
with a temporary lease on things in our possession.
Tom
Thinking we have all the answers evidences our ignorance,
knowing the one who does displays our intelligence.
Tom
Life sometimes forces us to climb mountains,
it also allows us to enjoy the valleys.
Tom
MARRIAGE GOALS
What a colossal list and express phenomenal;
I enlist the daily dose of making her laugh like Hyena,
And evoke unseasonal smile like Harley Quin,
Unleash all romantic poetic armoury on my Queen.
Just like King Solomon, I'll write her classical notes,
Breakfast in bed of nutty pancakes, Ricotta strawberry and oats.
Tease her, not in a rush, till she begins to blush,
And joy starts to torrentially gush...
compliment her till she turns pink
as we skate gleefully on ice rink.
Make love with her mind and soul,
Wise word impartation is the seed I'll sow
until her name changes to Wisdom.
Fulfill our conjugation and exercise marital freedom
Learn a lot from her like my loving mother,
And every potential discord we'll both murder!
As her Bride, I'll Groom her in the way of the Lord,
Fanatically imbibing & feeding positives from my taste bud,
monetise our skills and use all our God-given gifts,
resonate in unbridled sex like freaks in the creeks,
Producing bedroom evidences as we raise our kids, bringing up our seeds even more than I was raised.
And continually, Christ name will only be praised.
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Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme
Copyright©November2022
In the pages of universal time
evidences are kept without writing
everyone becomes witnesses
not of others but of own
In the Court of Time's Justice
no discrimination of any soul
next time king may become beggar
if virtue is defeated for material gain
no one is blamed there
for act of other on earth
seed of reward or punishment
sprouts in self actions apart
no relatives will be there
nor any friend will go to help
only virtues will be the best values
to keep at least safe
Within a night, a simple crop field has been transformed into a magnificent work of art, the overnight cryptic formations capture the attention of all as the large section of the crop has been tamped into marvellous morphic designs of art, rings and other intricate accomplished geometric patterns.
Edges so neat, it appears that they have been crafted meticulously with most advanced gadgets, with such precision that even though the stalks are bent, they are not damaged at all.
One scientific theory explains the spinning columns force a burst of air down to the ground, which flattens the crops, yet the myth remains how can a few seconds works of spinning air creates such intricate and absolutely perfect circles, sometimes plain, sometimes circles within the circles with myriads of meticulous patterns within patterns? Some says aliens hands behind, some negates them as man-made hoaxes.
Wonder! People close to those rings of crops, encounter strange physical and emotional reactions as the circles rotate clockwise and anti-clockwise as unseen hands or remote controls are controlling them from unknown realms.
From Hollywood magic to spirits of secret weapons, from evidences of UFOs to erudite explanations, there is something hypnotic in their architectures, in their cryptic presences, in their aesthetic textures for inquisitive minds to continue further quests to unravel their enigmatic riddles.
© Silpika Kalita
I've been away too far from here.--
Taking chances in a crossroad pathways.
Never know where the phase will turn .
Losing or winning,chasing out my fears.
I'm a lost soul in a midst of darkness.
Living each day as a paradox.--
Human exception is an absurd features,
Grasping evidences that life's untold.
Walking alone,rain started to pour.
Washing each line of my faith.--
My limbs weakened and kneeled down in tears,
Lookin' back is my reflection in faint.
Trying to grasp the sand in my hands.
Each specks leak out impetuously.--
Dying to clear my vision faded in tears,
My reflection keep taunting me.---
I am tired and breath is few.--
My long journey has reached its due.
I'm ready to embrace the reflection I see...
The sea is waiting down there for me.--
JUSTICE FOR NOLAN
A mother’s son brought pride and joy,
A father saw a future within his boy,
Life cut short, and none to understand,
What happened to Nolan, this bright young man.
One who was a light for God, within the crowd,
Whose soft spoken nature, spoke love aloud.
A friend, that if you were really his friend,
Wouldn’t stop until you knew what brought his end.
Would surely not misplace your loyalty,
blood on your hands too, if this the case that be,
And blood on the hands can’t be washed away,
Until justice be Nolan’s there’ll be the debt to pay.
Until his mother’s heart is returned to peace,
His father with her, still losing sleep.
May there also be justice for the many whose dead,
Wherewith heads of authority, these injustices fed,
Which are the seats of justices, and the scales of law,
found wanting, for upholding justice with flaw.
But our consolation is in the Lord our God,
for the victims that even law underfoot has trod.
But this fight has been a battle,
that for centuries pass,
have been our wounds, scars, our tears,
until victory alas!
Justice for Nolan doth the people, his true friends cry!
God raising up a people with a single eye.
A people exposing truth that’s muzzled and hidden,
Revealing evidences, that are told are forbidden.
Let those who are for Nolan, from each and every side,
Be the light to shine on those who wish to hide!
Opposing those who wished to slam the door,
desiring a “Case Closed” label, file opened no more.
Justice For Nolan!
Wild exploits of hunting food
Other indications of self-survival
Light moves the wolf on the terrain
Few observations as the vultures fly
Inner thoughts of hunger and survival
Nnumerous observation still as vultures snack their beaks
Solid rushes the wolf ponders running
Hostilely he moves towards his prey
Earliest observations vultures circling praying hurry-up
External evidences seems to favor the wolf looks like a dog
Physiological drives still the birds of prey wild, when you going to kill
Critical reflections birds of prey yet still circling
Latter rushes the dog, barking and sniffing…ruff-ruff-bark
Observed visage views wolf still looks like a German Shepard
Total reception now sounds of barking and sniffing…ruff-ruff-bark
Hardly visible now as the cat, the mountain lion leaps into the air
Innermost thoughts from bow-wow, to roar and a meow…
Nervous discharges wolf-dog no longer barks at…
Gloomy thoughts you see for the Vultures were wolfs in Sheep clothing?
8/6/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I am the innocent prisoner,
I am not a criminal practitioner,
I am the mercy petitioner,
I am against all sinners,
But they say, "I am the greatest offender",
Help me out, Oh! My creator,
Never ever leave me, Oh! Generator,
I am alone, "who knows myself better"
Other doubts me and needs lie detector,
They consider me as a legal defaulter.
I ask you, Oh! My script writer,
Whom should I complain for this blunder?
"Trust the evidences " Says all law makers,
That's Why I am considered as a bad creator,
I know the time is the best healer,
It is the true pathfinder,
May one day time would be in my favour,
May One day the nature become the true narrator,
To give judgement in my favour,
Someday God will listen to my prayers,
And will declare me as an innocent among all sinners,
Please don't forget" I am the innocent prisoner".
Seems as a country full of saints and carriers of purity
as all crimes are interestingly attributed to outsiders
tagging them the influential teachers of immorality
yet such crime lovers show the capability of posing a threat
through the embarrassment caused on locals due to their industrious nature
Understanding the half-hearted privileges such a partial acceptance offers,
settlers become more creative, hardworking and productive
with limbs running on entrepreneurship, trade and commerce
while citizens comfort themselves
in the exaggerated pride of their home soil
which results in a war without cause or reason
The government ought to be a job creator
but how ironic, internationals are paying dearly for it.
It is claimed that foreigners are the thrombus in the channel of employment.
Yet these hated people
are self employed with shops, businesses and service centers
which are destroyed as a form of remittance of some sin
Every nation has her share of international mixture
yet a lot do not debase them as foreigners or aliens
the one down south of the dark island of all countries should be the least,
considering the continent’s role in its history,
irrespective of what her excuse may be
Look inwards if strangers are preferred in the national work force,
to find some answers- you angry mob
Examine your home, if passers-by enjoy more of the milk it produces.
Why target and shoot at the tree
when the bird is left alone to dine and sing?
Policemen catch fun while a soul converts to black coal,
humans lynched like a left over meal from vultures,
businesses ransacked and turned into forceful philanthropy,
these are evidences of character built on a very low budget.
If those responsible do nothing about social development,
With or without these ‘aliens’, the economic problems will still prevail
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes, I am enormously elated,
how it all started, may I ask, though somewhat belated.”
“I was working silently solving intricate murder cases,
until Conan Doyle picked me up from many sleuth faces,
narrated my exploits in words of my friend, Dr. Watson,
and since then the limelight upon me was always on”.
“You had been a private detective par excellence,
what was your forte in the profession in essence?”
“I believed in proficiency with careful observation,
used common sense for the methodical deduction,
in order to solve surely the manipulated mystery
I applied logical reasoning, forensic science helped me,
derived rational conclusion before the culprit was gone
and I said to my friend, it’s elementary, dear Watson.”
“You liked to spend time leisurely smoking pipe at home,
you looked dispassionate, what energized you, Mr. Holmes?”
“Whenever I got complex investigations so much hard
to deal with like the ones given to me by the Scotland Yard,
I was excited instantly if these were tough mystery ridden,
discovered within simple evidences the vital clues hidden,
I showed then intentionally the flair of my showmanship
to impress observers my thinking line in me I used to keep.”
“A legendary detective you had made yourself people see,
you were considered an iconic character, do you agree?”
“Solving mysteries for justice to the victims I strived to try,
I was the only one doing this in the Victorian era gone by.
I was happy receiving for my exciting job so much admiration,
live content retired in a farm with beekeeping as occupation.”
(Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective character created by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
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