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Each Experience is locked
within my heart and only
I hold the key of sadness
of a human being in town
insight questions me
A beggar for a piece of bread
cries with extreme hunger
fainthearted, deserted
belongs to present generation
with my eyes I do see
Takes the wastes all we throw
eats on foot path,faded smile
along with street dogs and crows
lives life like a beast
My marketing goes on
Sleeps under a leafless tree
in railway plat form
near drain or under Over bridge
or under the sky for cold air
On costly silky bed I do rest
Clothes are torn and untidy
a gaunt face is filled with sorrow
sees with loopy eyes
drinks water with dirty mug
I like branded mineral water
Tears mixes with rain
no medicine for any pain
vehicles are only legs
a picture I enjoy senselessly
I am happy with modern civilization
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And then the blunders of the past merged into serenity. Tranquility
ensued where wild storms had been raging.‘Safe travels’, they whispered
‘now you’re prepared and able to let go.’ The past became a beacon and compass when the ocean parted and gave life to the desert. A lizard danced around a bouquet of flowers. Devil’s Claw and Fairy Duster held hands as they swirled. Pirouetted once awoken from their slumber. Broken dreams reassembled for a new dawn.
aghast no longer he counted his many blessings
bewildering torment had faded into understanding
Charon gifted the Styx to recede for the time being
devils had stated their demonic point and gave way
enthused he rubbed his eyes from the fairy dust
foreclosed void and oblivion and grasped a nettle
ground zero recovered joy from smoldering ashes
he who mastered turmoil and uncomfortable truth
in defiance of hardship alighted from the drought
journeymen carry a flickering flame in their hearts
Kasim gave thanks to depression and disorientation
loosened the straps of straightjacket and shackles
myriads of dead ends gave birth to a fork in the road
navigated the spell of his name ‘controller of anger’
of meaning ‘defender protector gift division and oath’
purveyor of healing in the wilderness of doomed fate
‘Quo vadis’ they shouted ‘Veni Vidi Vici’ he replied
reliving bygone disaster had served malevolent dues
satisfied their purpose and may now rest in peace
transformation is not for fainthearted soulless minds
unveils instead signposts of blessed lessons for fun
vitality sprung upon him and recoiled from delusion
wasted no time once out of the box of tangled demise
xeric confusion ceased to dissatisfy unbearable thirst
yataghan’s lost handle reappeared and he gave thanks
zodiac longing finally offered surrender and firm gratitude
03rd August 2020
Quo Vadis? - Where are you going?
Veni Vidi Vici - I came saw and conquered
a yataghan is a double blade Turkish sword with no handle
Never fall for speculations
that firmly growing in love and strength
doesn't require believing in something,
even faith can be a challenge fighting
against the opinion of others;
faithfulness is not for the fainthearted.
Dilemmas are a kind of hindrance to our saturated might,
preventing us from doing our best
while we're harshly put to the test;
living in freedom as birds do, is as
difficult as climbing those steep cliffs,
where danger is real...are you willing to give up your fight?
Blessed by grace and strengthened by fortitude and prayers,
nothing can change me and follow mundane, worthless ways;
visualizing the tragedies that may occur if I fall,
separating myself from God and lose everything.
Satan cannot conquer, with his deceits, my stronghold;
its impregnable walls were built on Godly love.
Walk straight until the road ends,
swerving might tempt you not to continue,
realizing the sacrifices it demands
with the possibility of being scoffed by goons as scapegoat;
a spotless conscience is that pot full of gleaming gold...
priceless in His eyes for keeping it purer than dew.
Reaching an advanced age is as invigorating as youth,
you have seen enough sorrow in injustice, war and disease,
to make you notice how miserable human beings are;
and to them faith is not a challenge, not knowing truth...
you have gained knowledge and wisdom to arise above many fears,
trusting in those instincts that gives a believer the audacity to dare.
A fuming, fierce and moving target
On yor species will you place yor bet!
Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart
all toreadors hope to throw that fatal decisive dart!
This bullyboy to score a bloodied bullseye in bullfight!
O'course not for the fainthearted that gory sight.
Well, that counts timid me out from any bullring
naturally I a bulwark against this lurid thing.
I find in the sport a sort of sadism
Like cockfights it must reek of masochism.
The carmine cape, the only screen between him and the jaws of death
or should I say rather, the sickle horns of death
Oh no, what if the matador ain't ever allowed to catch his breath?
For promoters a thrilling spinechilling
Spanish folk art in arena
For objectors a bloodsport
they wish as dead as the myth of Athena.
The Spanish might be divided about their picadors
on this sporty bloody battle between man and beast
No telling till when spectators will throng to watch those matadors
while I wonder do they on the trophy bull then feast?
Ah ban it to history
or fan it to the future
Call it cruelty or not, oh the thrills of our humankind
Tis fair play or fair game for the raging bull tis half blind?
Yet if any bloodlust instincts be satiated by those stuntmen toreros
matadors maybe far better than murderers and war heroes.
Surrounded are we by a great cloud
witnesses are they of this daily walk
side by side with Jesus we travel
for this saviour is our great rock
So be sure to leave off every weight
cut off every sin that clings to you
take on the ultimate race of life
be endurable always right on cue
Set your eyes upon Jesus the Christ
who founded the perfection of our belief
presenting this great gift of faith
be empowered by God never be brief
This Christ saw the joy before Him
went to the cross no matter the shame
to pay the sacrificial price for all our sins
now seated at God's right hand as His aim
Now consider this Jesus who endured hostility
for sinners were His enemies without end
but don't get fainthearted or weary
stay faithful to Jesus, heavenly sent
(Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.
Consider him who endured from sinners such hostility against himself, so that you may not grow weary or fainthearted.)
Hebrews 12: 1-3 (ESV)
The pain that young man felt was very close
to what hell would be like. Richard watched
and heard this poor soul scream and beg for
his life over and over again. Richard
did not have a conscience. The beatings that
he took from both his parents created this
monster. He was immune to someone else's
horrific pains, It didn't bother him. When he
was a child he would tie two cats together by
their tails and throw them over a clothesline,
and watch them claw each other to death.
The film was completed. The poor man was
eaten to where most his bones were exposed
and his flesh was gone. He then delivered the
the film to his boss, a well known mobster.
9/18/2015 PLEASE READ IAN GUYLER'S
RATMAN COMETH..................................
You can actually see this horrendous video
by going to You Tube and going to Serial
Killer Hitman Richard Kuklinski The
Iceman Documentary. This is not for the
fainthearted. WARNING VERY GRAPHIC
MATERIAL for those of you that want to
view this. Also he was also known as the
Iceman. A book The Iceman written by
Anthony Bruno is his life story. It will
turn your world upside down. Incredible
reading.
WEST WIND 2
Be willingly wise with worthy ways as us Westerners
cos winter wind of woes wanders about
like a wandering Wolf windsurfing in wildlife.
Winter windup waves of weird wonder
wondrous enough to bring back Wayne Wonder
and wheeled at will the whole world with wows
which pose pridely like a waddy,
a wacko walking within waves of woes;
Whatsoever west wind wagged we wandered
as we become wanners, wearing wan expression,
warmly staring like a Wagga Wagga wading-bird.
Welcome was the words of windy west
as winsome breeze wapped my window and
wafted her sensuous witty wet perfume,
into my wide Afro-Western nostrils
waving wheats and weeds at will,
twas a whopping war wafture waxing souls warmly.
Why would wingless wild west wind worries
yet still, wags us with it's wondrous waves,
withdraws our eardrums with her windy drums
and whithered the plantation of peace
from the furrow of the fainthearted?
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Alliteration/Chandler Sonnet
Copyright© April 2021.
On the wind's current,
face-swept and braving fret;
I push forward...facing a tough day,
never fainthearted: merrily drifting away!
I challenge my strength,
to fuse more enthusiasm;
to beat the puzzled clouds with ingenuity,
and they, frustrated, initiate a plot against me!
I laugh, making them infuriated,
and they respond with stronger blows;
thinking they can't be imitated!
Don't they know that I watch all their moves?
Call me a marine or a sky-diver,
I may not look too convincing for a liar;
the open sky lets me on the wind's current,
lifting me off the earth to deliver my stunt!
Where are my rivals? Are they hiding or
planning my imminent defeat?
I may be too naive to cheat,
but I am as swift as a hunting panther!
On the wind's current so rough,
aware and attentive, I make my living;
chasing the fearless eagles with a bluff,
vulnerable...yes, but unafraid and willing!
Copyright by Andrew Crisci
Fabulous ice box ease
Fruit dried, sticky so sweet
Folded into Graham's
Famous brown cracker crumbs
Finely chopped nuts~yum! yum!
Famished come visit, stay
Fainthearted go away
Use sweetened condensed milk as a binder
Place a sheet of waxed paper into the Graham Cracker box
place the mixed ingredients into the box to form a rectangle
cover tightly with some type of cling wrap and let set up in
the refrigerator for at least overnight..
You can add~~ marshmallows(miniture ones), maraschino cherries with some of their liquid if a can of condensed milk isn't enough to moisten the crackers..You can use raisins, or other dried fruits if you like..I use those dried candied pineapple and cherries available at Christmas so it will be very colorful..Originally I used Brazil Nuts for the nuts and it does add a very nice flavor..It needs a cup of nuts, about two cups of the dried fruits..
His sins, many thousands of them,
Lie buried in the anonymous soil.
Over his mantelpiece a proverb hangs:
"Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn."
On his shelf "Mein Kampf" is visible.
"It must never happen again,"
he is quick to reassure the fainthearted.
All else is new:
His car, his house, his political complexion,
His hairstyle, his face, everything.
Everything? No, not quite everything.
If you want a new car, you can buy one.
If you want a new house, you may get the money.
If you want a new political complexion,
You can always change your daily newspaper.
If you want a new hairstyle,
You can always pay a little extra.
If you want a new a new face, it can be arranged
(or rearranged).
And the heart, the old hard heart?
Ask for a transplant.
You can always ask, but
Not for love or money
Can you change the past.
Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn Out of sight, out of mind