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Premium Member Life Conspicuousness

As we continue in the day-by-day presence,
We are all expected to deal with a menace. 
Back and forth shifts are typical in our life. 
You will almost eventually face frail strife.

To reach the fantastic detail of quintessence.
It is fated to suffer some pain and misfeasance.
To be able to perceive a wide range of happiness.
We should be able to undergo a little sadness.

At whatever point we're at a level of anxiety,
To elapse making aggravation, stray utterly. 
I'll need to rely on the hasten of a companion. 
In consideration for support and inspiration,

To provide a helping hand in our plow. 
It's when we're in a state of utter sorrow.
It is the only way we'll be able to set rolling.
To prevent acting excessively raging.

So, I guess you could say I'm fortunate.
I have a friend, an ally, on whom I may trust.
Who has so afar been the most dependable?
Right until the vanish of our journey, incredible.

Written: December 7, 2021


A STRAND (Dec 28) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Schizoid World

For millennia, our race has lived a vast success.
Hatred, envy, spite, and strife are on the rise.
Despair, aggressiveness, self-centeredness.
Depravity, intrigue, lewdness, vanity, despise.

Hubris, a lack of self-awareness, and trickery.
Aristotle's five components have been corrupted.
Air, water, earth, and fire are no longer ancillary.
Humbly wished to stay alive rather than dead.

When I think back on all I've been through, it all seems insane.
There doesn't seem to be any way for me to heal.
Even if I tried, I'd never been able to reach or even get obscene.
On a detail level hit, I was wounded in the deepest part of my soul. 

It seems clear to me now that my fate was set by my disputes.
Before it was too early in the process, I tried tentatively.
They've formed outflow and false analogies without any roots
When I had all the talent and drive, I regret not doing it smoothly.
 
They think they will be able to detain me after a full investigation
They make me feel scared with all they perform
I demonstrated to them that they could inflict pain and dejection
They're alleging in the flood that they lied about the game.

As a leader, I cannot assert that logic will guide my word.
They exhibit how to rule for the benefit of their family.
They did, however, get the human falsity award.
They're simply playing badly and misleading the community.
 
However, it's excessively various to decide. 
You dared to contact that one strand.
You aren't aware when you alter your face.
It turns into such a terror-like experience.

It's going to last a period, you accept. 
For the first time, you've been right. 
It's the unique last time indefinitely. 
You were harmed, and you stumbled struck poorly. 

It felt agreeable yet surprising. 
You said that you felt humiliated over increasing.
Pause for a minute to consider; it appears it's an act of futility. 
When it got back to sobbing in the downpour, the storm faded away.   

This time, everything had changed after much sorrow.
You never know when one door will shut, and another will open.
 All the regime crashed, and I'm now being hailed as a hero. 
Life is a journey, not a destination; without patience, no gain


Written: June 29, 2021

A broken person Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
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Come What May

Basis  you realize living can be unpleasant
Also, seeing the blessings is hard
In every way, attempt to be grateful

Furthermore, attempt and track down a silver lining
Whenever torment is persevering
Also, the hurt appears to be excessively weighty

Recollect you are strong
What's more, this is brief
Decline to check up without out.
Decline to allow anybody to tell you
That you can't arrive at the sky.

Decline to enjoy every moment.
Continuously plan for later,
Despite the fact that it isn't ensured.
Premise benevolently decline to permit anybody
To change your heart.

Accept that God will lead you
To a higher spot.
Accept that change has beenn
Acknowledged for your life.

Accept that somebody is observing
Over you Child of Maugo
Continuously encapsulate
This conviction within you
That one day you will arise a hero
Ooh good son of Suna.

Premium Member An Ode To Christmas

Christmas.
Believe the story, the prophet, the myth?
Is it all about festivity, excessive drinking and gifts? About family, relatives coming together that otherwise wouldn’t mix?

Do you see it as a meaning? 
Peace on earth, will it ever seriously exist?
Opposing soldiers playing football before sending the bullets flying over the ditch?

Christmas.
A tree in the corner, mince pies, brandy butter, foods so excessively rich?

Is this your Christmas? From your earliest memory to this present itch? Itching to make all things lovely, snow falling, reindeers flying, mistletoe to get that kiss?

Or do you think about the others? 

People who’ve never sat with family pulling crackers singing songs? People who live with no money scratching scrapings from used bowls? Should we see it as an opportunity to help the people with no families, the families with no homes?

Christmas.
All the best to you and yours.
Enjoy the festivities but please remember what JC would want you to remember - the forgotten discarded lives of the lost souls.

Premium Member Thorn Pricks

It was not the first time, nor would it be the last, but who's elated about                                                        greeting thorns when picking roses from a bush or picking lemons from a tree?                                                      I observed from the start that I'd never seen a lemon tree so guarded with most of its lemons in deep and difficult to reach areas behind its new growth of limbs. It was as if the tree in 'Tartspeech'* said to me, "You are free to have and consume my lemons if you can endure the munitions of my thorns".

At the time that my wife was offered fresh lemons by a friend, I did not extrapolate the assigned mission by my wife, and prior to my first approach I had not considered the resistance I would confront nor the pain I would have to overcome.  After all, some things are instinctive and routine, not necessitating calculations and strategies. I had no thoughts of the combative nature of the lemon tree until I attempted to extract its lemons. One look at the pointed thorns gave me pause and forced a distraction to count the cost of extraction.  I then proceeded cautiously lest I should bleed excessively.

Also at the time, I did not count the number of my pricks, but my best guess would be 10 or less, one of which grew noticeable blood.  None, however, triggered a retrenchment or convinced me to quit.  I did count the lemons upon arriving home, and they totaled 82 as I recall.  A nice crate of lemons   for less than 10 pricks. I'd say, not a bad tradeoff.                                      

On these early winter mornings, I have green tea and a mixture of the lemon's juices with a spoon of honey, also given by our friend.  It's then that I take a different kind of pause and realize the worth of it all.

011220PoSoupCtest, Favourite Poem from January 2020, Julia Ward                                                                                                                                                                 *Vocabulary.com Dictionary. As an adjective, tart describes a sour taste, like lemon. Website, Blurtit: Yooti Bhansali answered.  ...The word is also used to denote a manner of speech that is especially bitter or blunt in the way it is spoken as well as the connotation of the spoken comment. ....
Form: Narrative


Man's Extremities Are God's Opportunities

The children of Israel were in a dire situation
Oppressed by the Egyptians with their extreme manipulation
God then told Moses for you I have a mission
To deliver My people for that will be your great commission
For Moses' name means to be brought out from
He was destined to be a vessel for the Holy One

Now mankind can be extreme in their behaviour towards each other
We can sometimes be overly harsh to our fellow sisters and brothers
But the Egyptians were excessively rough on the children of God
They poured our bitter afflictions just to break their spirits and hearts
Evil in motive, it seems their only intention
Was to annihilate the Israelites to the point of extinction

But what the Egyptians failed to even understand
Is that God is the Creator and He has a master plan
Infinite, omnipotent, invincible and always on the go
He called upon Moses to let Him know
It is you that I need to go tell Pharaoh that his party is about to end
For the children of God, the Israelites are about to transcend
It's set time to release them from your tyrannical reign
Let my people go or the wrath of God you will obtain
And trust me you don't ever want to be
The one that God sees as His enemy

Now there have been many harsh taskmasters who truly serve no purpose in life
Their only mission is to be bullies and to give others strife 
Ungodly pumps, police and people in positions of authority
Just making lives bitter that produce poignant testimonies
Addictions and afflictions are also dreamkillers that destroy everything in sight
They'll take your job, your family, your home and leave strung out and uptight
They'll make you sick, they'll make you ill and may even make you kill
They'll make you do things that will destroy your will

But God sees it all and He despises man's extremities
But He can always turn it into a godly opportunity
Yes, God can deliver you from it all 
You only have to respond when on you He calls
With a willingness to want change from the depths of your heart
And a desire to now walk in the ways of God

Premium Member Public Enemy -Over the Top-

******((Army of love))******

beautiful mattress
hot and riled explosive gift
nature at her best
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***((Gone with the wind))***

the music
listen to the moaning wind
biting to the pain
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******((Over & Over))******

the rainbow
fingertips touch a few drops
kiss of dew
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*****((Midnight Cowgirl))*****

Texas scat, scat
puts it in, in the muddy hole
Cowgirls get it on
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*****((rattle my bones))*****

taste my sweet spot
touch it, feel it, make it move
the earthquake
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****((American Graffiti))******

their limbs trace, 
breathing accelerates
pulse race, excessively	
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*****((Spice or Slice))******

haikus cake for two
hope you enjoy more than one
leaving you arouse
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Sexy-U-Contest
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Exquisite Love Grasping Hands

The eye-to-eye association flick life away. 
Pretty natural tones ring out in my flyway 
Light, invisible hands bait me to the clay. 
It's excessively captivating of a grasp to assay.

Blissful lyrics led me to find my way to an archway. 
I heard a sublime newly birth beat straightaway. 
This soft, serene sparkle enlightens my allay. 
Light stream is drawing me closer, yet I'm splay.

Bright rays awe me as I convey a lovely hallway.  
My body, then again, lies on the chilly, acrid clay. 
It feels incredible to be released of such a weigh 
I was bare and defenseless, alike a newborn aweigh. 

Steady heartbeats draw me near my doorway.  
Once I hand up control to virtue, I can utterly inlay
Still, I'm alive, and I enjoyed doing it anyway.
I can't ponder anything when I stare at the Milky Way.


A dyed eye-to-eye correlation feature is held at bay.
Why should we fear death? Because of doomsday.
All were created by God, the sole crucial soothsay.
We are all born to die, thus is no need to yell or dismay.



1st Place contest winner.

Written: August 16, 2021

Your Best Monorhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
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Form: Monorhyme

Weep Not My Demise

At the point when you remember me,
Kindly don't sob.
You attempted everything you could
To rescue my dieing soul

Dear you felt down and out when
Relatives proved unable
To bear the cost
Of my hospital bill
You were generally there for me
Close to my death bay

Dear hubby take great consideration
Of our two children who
Will forever cry requesting
For my whereabout to  nurse

My body may not be there.
It has decided to rest.
I'm not excessively far away.
My spirit lives on,
Peering down, looking after
You and everybody.

Furthermore when you feel miserable
Furthermore life appears to be so blue,
Simply recollect
That my soul has its arms around you.

What's more on those exceptional days,
Times that you want to see,
That cool wind streaming past you
Indeed, that will be me,
So don't be pitiful.
Have no dread.
God has encouraged me,

I actually watch you
Consistently, 
My affection and soul are with you,
Also our two little angels

Good bye darling 
Waiting for you patiently 
In this new world

Premium Member THE PEPPERMAN ADVENTURE 06292026


I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE ,
IN SEARCH OF ANCIENT WISDOM AND 
KNOWLEDGE BEYOND THE REALM
OF OUR BEHAVIOR , AND UNLOCK THE
ESOTERIC VALUE OF BEING ,TO BETTER 
UNDERSTAND OUR EXSISTANCE IN
THE UNIVERSE , AS WE KNOW IT.

ELEVATING THE CONSCIENCENESS 
ABOVE THE EXCESSIVELY HIGH 
REVERBERATING FREQUENCIES 
OBSTRUCTING THE VIEW 
OF UNDERSTANDING WAS DIFFICULT ,
NOT IMPOSSIBLE. 

SEPARATING THE PHYSICAL , MENTAL 
AND EMOTIONAL OSCILLATING 
FREQUENCIES THAT CREATED A
BIOMAGNETIC BARRIER PROOVED
TO BE MUCH MORE DIFFICULT ,
REQUIRING INTENSE RELAXATION 
AND MEDITATION TECHNIQUE ,
RESERVED FOR A SPECIAL OCASION .

THIS WOULD BE NO ORDINARY
COSMIC TRAVEL VACATION 
EXPIERIENCE. THIS WAS A RESEARCH
PROJECT ECCEPTING RESPONSIBILITY 
TO GO BEYOND EVEN ABNORMAL 
RESEARCH PROTOCOL.  THIS WOULD 
BE THE EQUIVALENT OF ENTERING A
BLACK HOLE IN THE UNIVERSE 
SURVIVING SPEGHETTIFICATION AND 
EXITING A WHITE HOLE IN THE UNIVERSE AND RETURNING TO THE
EXACT POINT IN TIME OF DEPARTURE. 
ALL IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE. 

ESTIMATED TIME TRAVAL , 24.912 LIGHT YEARS. 

THE MISSION , DECONSTRUCT AND
RECONSTRUCT HUMAN LIFE FORM
TO  BETTER UNDERSTAND THE COSMIC
EFFECT ON THE ORIGIN OF BEING.

TO EXPIERIENCE THE ENTIRE COSMIC
NUCLEOSYNTHESIS OF MANKIND.

ACHIEVE ULTIMATE UNDERSTANDING ,
OF " THE PROFOUND THOUGHT OF
SPIRITUAL  ENERGY. "

Michael E. Harris 
06292026

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