Long Goals Poems
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I FEEL NO BILLOW:
Obvious smile covering enormous of feelings.
Shadows on the wall tells 'bout what could be happening.
Self-isolation mobilised for a painstaking decision.
Children of destitute parents on gruesome mission;
Fantasies and fallacies boosting men for filching,
Selling souls for vainglories all of a sudden.
I'm clinged to a belligerence as proud cudden,
My hope, my goals really strictened and patterned.
Need no crowd to choose me to their party.
Scope of brilliancy stems up my solitary;
Ground of comfort that moulds my pedigree.
My partnerial souls covered by fervent prayers;
My wife, children and few friends are the best players.
This is a God's given family whose love never perish.
To whom conversely, we have each other cherished.
Literal and abstract stories framed in vital matrix.
Inside the mirror do I stay keenly refurbished.
Calmly take off the specs from your eyes,
And never try get off the log in mine.
No need for a heated mano a mano to survive.
I got to do that by myself at every single time.
Better abstaining from any a brick,
For me not to wallow in the mud set for any pig.
My indicative nounal words rightly aimed,
Really my pure name not a pseudonym.
No room for spiration and blame,
Even Gehenna can't have me flagrated with shame.
Heaven blessing's on the Sparrow;
By the hands of the Almighty I don't gallow.
And the path of the narrow gate do I follow.
"Anderson Solomon", I'm strong and mellow.
Salvation seems steeped yet I feel no billow.
In the Divine glory I ever girdle at a pro Bono.
4th December, Sernabatim
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN).
They gasp to search and find where lie my secrets dark,
I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp.
When I start to tell them stuff they are not aware of , they think I fib,
Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib.
When I tell to them it’s within my reach and I can do,
All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu.
When I enter a room as cool as can be,
They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me.
As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see,
They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee.
I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart,
Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought.
Women have wondered what they see in me,
They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see.
When I try to show them what’s inside me,
They all say in unison they just cant see.
Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above,
I push and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow.
The softness in my heart and the bend of my hair,
They have exploited and I all I need now is to care,
…. Care I will surely from now on,
My resolve to be firm is now far from gone….
I’ve heard that the war is not right,
Because it’s only broken relationships that are left.
Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you,
I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true
“ don’t hold on to what you want” and you,
let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue.
Wrong choices in life by them,
Get you to the places meant for the “gem”.
But am saddened now that their hearts now,
Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow,
To “resentment alley” is the place they will all go……..
The bright orange rugby shirt I had,
When I was fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and seventeen,
Was my trophy and my pride and joy,
Never to be deprived of me,
Even if I complained to my parents or to their friend,
To have been seen to be a boy too much,
Or, in other words, mistaken as a superior person,
With other sociology to fulfil all my wishes.
I was just assertive and intelligent and all that,
A fashion icon, an example to others,
To disabled people or to church young persons,
Who were both the same to me, like each other;
They just wanted to fit into society,
To mark their case for more wheelchair rights,
Or in order to state their reason for believing in god.
I had my identity, my beliefs, and my role models,
Listened to them in respect, with amorosity:
I knew what I wanted to do in life,
And my goals were of course reasonable,
Because they could be achieved no problem, abstractly.
But that was it, and there it was,
Objectively everything sounded fine,
Doable, but what you thought about it,
The practicalities weighed you down,
Taught the string which so dangled entertainingly,
As a condition that was more of a pleasure,
To make, to work out such that your desires happened.
So my bright rugby shirt said it all really,
That I should have my desires and goals,
That I should be met and facilitated in life,
And not my parents or those church leaders,
That I was supposed to follow.
I did not ever have to state my case beforehand,
Before the meetings about my future and care needs,
Because everyone knew I was an atheist,
Able with expression and communication,
Able with much trust for other people.
I was in Germany once with my parents,
Dressed as usual in the clothes that I like,
Without hesitation, care or timidity;
My jumper may not have been bright orange,
But it was still colourful enough to attract attention.
So my parents were embarrassed, particularly my dad,
Who was a war veteran true and sensitive,
And so from then on we hid inside shops,
And even stayed longer in restaurants,
Because all the wheelchair spaces for the cafés,
Were outside those cafés at tables on the pavement;
So we shopped, visited the toilet more, went to museums,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
In 1989 a group of Phyic scientist challenged a group of botanist to a contest. They were surpossed to create
A hyro-power bus, that would be a cooling station for field workers , hot climates. The bus was to have an office ce, a dining area and a toilet and kitchen, and a window to serve drinks and food. Durning the construction of the vechile, they stumbled on some papers about space and a thirty which used solar powered engines to ride on a beam of light casted from two ends. The beam would allow the space ship to move
At very high speeds to reach targets at a speed called warp. The theory would have a beam casted from the ship to you de the ship or ships thru out space allowing the ships to go anywhere. They discovered the protypes which were ships, water vessels that looked like movie create ions, and he secretive experiment casted beams across the south PAC from c, and allowed the vessels to reach speeds never before recorded..
The language used was hard understandable by all the scientist, but the were worded to be translated into some strange language which without guidance would be hard to o understand. They wished to create a gravitational center within the ships so during the Ravel people could walk about, as normal. One paper said it found that Durning simulations larger members of the crew began losing fat, noticable in short amounts of time, making the to appear more healthy , and strong. All members began to bulk up and be healthier.
The last page in the journel spoke in words
But left little clues.
Preparing inventory
Underlying guidelines
Variable casting
Cost of inventing
Cause and effect nature
Cause and effect sceince
Cause and effect ( mean spotted)
Reburted external
Reburted interiornal
Cause and effect related to stresses of emotion
Cause and effect due to bition
Under casted
Overcast
Matching principles must include
Rightful concern
Skill counselation
Education of committee
A matter of affair
Construction
Maintance
Revered
Which than is either
Which than is neither
Conflicting interest
Resolution
Map of intentions
Probalable outcome
A matter of affair
Cause recognition
Caused championed
Resolution
Which end is destined
Reversing goals
Structural ng goals
"It learned me and from that beginning I knew
evry thing beyond would do the same.
We have to find away to insulate and buffer
the atmosphere only then would we be in full
control of the internal structure. Wise as it seems
the external structure would be the key to achieving
this." Speaking of the winter, in the gypsum home he
had constructed he refused to believe that with the
thickness of these walls he would still need to insulate.
He chose to do so using sprayed styrofoam on the external
part covering three sides and then staking rebar in a slab
covering the edges with wire mesh and partly filling it with
pea stones. The instructions told the story of his theory. By
doing so he'd have to explain what made him come up with
the idea. He only answered with the these two words:
"Thermal-Mass" by cutting the rebar down on two sides creating
a triangular shape he would then fill the top with a clayish soil,
but first he'd wished to spray concrete over the pegged area to create a stone.
then he knew for sure that all areas were insulated and sealed to create a
walled system that would endure the test of time. the windows
are to the front of the structure where it had 2x4 framing and insulated
the problemed was solved and his goals achieved!
" Modern Thinking"emulate the range: the emotional inflections timbre and tone to illustrate the person. Sounds used like spoken words, an inflection of the human voice. or character.
Countdown 4-3-2-1
By Franklin Price
04/03/2021
There is a countdown every time
A missile goes to space
Four,three, two, one then zero
Then it's off to leave this place
I thought about the date today
April third of twenty-one
Thought of going into space
All the U.S.A. has done
Grown from a land of aspiration
Where the thought of being free
Made us a country, as no other,
That may soon no longer be
I thought about the current times
And the goals we've reached before
And the government in D.C.
That can't do that any more
They have no plans for anything
That for our way of life is good
Have forgotten where we came from
Where our founding fathers stood
The government in Washington
Is counting down, and fast.
If we, the citizens, don't call a hold,
We will soon have seen our last.
There still will be a country
We the People won't be boss
Our rights and freedoms will be gone
Our founders will have lost
We still have the opportunity
To work together, as if one,
Marking tomorrow as day zero;
The day that we've begun.
Get involved and do your part
Tell the ones in Washington
If their next countdown is not for We
Then your vote for them is done
Aurora: "the rest of the summer, its blank night sky, that twinkles softly with graceful tries to blend the softness of the night with deepening lulls that musically alight."
Lucifer: "I vaingloriously instate another well of darkness upon the firmament escape, little doves and coy wolves, deities like us must press our luck."
Uraeal: "Insipid, really."
Kate: "The longest field in this place of woe should call the calling pigeon and pigeonhole our goals."
RK: "Oui Oui these said it was best, I'd look to a new heaven but havens come rent."
arophc varuag: "I came for lit happenings I see now today, the main little droves have gone to back horseplay."
PW1: *Realizes he is needed near the well, but turns for a morsel of the usual melody*
The forbidden one: *Catches up with the gamblers who have gambled with the day*
Zeus: "I venture forsook thee as thy often finds the book is readied its spine in its prime."
Helel: "Only the few have found such fortunes like a cookie from China that has yet to be opened."
DR Dragon: "For half of this time, I shan't read a thing that isn't the bribe."
---End of act III---
Different seasons
In different nations,
Different flavors
By different colors;
Different races
In different places,
Different tongues
And different songs;
But we are living
In only one world,
And we are speaking
The very same word.
Different actions
For different intentions,
Different values
For different issues;
Different icons
For different religions,
Different faiths
With different fates;
But we are doing
The same act of love,
And we are pleasing
The only one God.
Different leads
For different needs,
Different balls
For different goals;
Different dogmas
And different schemas,
Different dreams
And different means;
But we are playing
To stay in the game,
And we are praying
That peace be the same.
Passion lies not in fear towards cheer,
To conquer unknown gestures behind
Some rare laughter, but so insincere..
Those words, tongues twist around; disappear
Until tears grow no link to being blind.
Fear of long awaited hope shapes care,
Set to beat tricks, lust stages alright
With pure intentions to outsmart stare...
That could lay hold on twists playing fair,
Till laughter couldn't shine bright; its light
And clinch onto tears that caress pain;
Driven by proposed fear's turnaround.
Will choosy purpose does actuate gain?
To cover up a seeming less stain
Not enough to stop laughs, tears expound.
Laughs powered by prospects of lost fool,
Timing brainy approaches cum risk
Of growing fearless life goals on pool,
Dim laughs could rarely survive by rule-
Sets standard fitness, fear barely whisk.
Chocolate Cosmos is said to be a flower unique,
My bone might be white, and my blood might be red like others,
My uniqueness, like the pole star, is always at its peak,
I set up my goals; I safeguard my needs on my druthers,
Out-of-the-box thinking, truthfully yet, is my hobby,
Love and truth, like flesh and blood, are my stamina and strength;
I allow my words, deeds, and actions straight, without knobby,
Equilibrium of physique and psyche goes full length...!
I have God-given knowledge, skills, attitudes, and beliefs,
Tolerance is my blood; veins are the world's differences;
I feel joy, like a friend, in erasing other's griefs,
With bridges of love, I lessen fraternal distances...!
Standing out from the crowd with my true self, I grow higher,
Sense of contentment, with the fullness of life, I acquire...!!!