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Like a mission you came tactically as if you're a hero,
You neutralized my heart intently without hesitation,
Just like a specialized cop you impressed me though,
And like a naive warrior I was fell with your actuation.
I never dare mesmerize you to lead the trail towards me,
Nor entice you just to show I've got a new buddy of my heart,
Nevertheless, I never gambit you to love me by plea,
In fact, you just forcibly enter into my den so smart.
Knowing you're my destiny, I trusted you wholeheartedly,
Believing every words you disclosed, you bewitched me so badly,
But every pieces of your hidden agenda investigated vigorously,
Bingo! I discerned the truth beyond reasonable doubt discreetly.
You are as rogue as insurgent like we used to eliminate,
Such a treacherous kind and sham alibis to totally hate,
You turned my life into a war zone, I don't care about my fate,
There's no other way but to quit before it's too late.
Unknowingly, God is such an enigmatic author to my story,
Since I am a damsel in distress, He sends me a knight in shinin' armour,
From nowhere a tough yet compassionate man crossed the said border,
Piece by piece my torn heart cautiously fixed by that army.
No amount of depths can deter if your intention is pure,
Or either a disaster can intimidate you if your love is true,
Cultures might be a big differences, it's not an obstruction for sure,
Because true love conquers all and torment is about to cure.
Combating the misery I've felt before is quite an inferno,
Yet an intruder sneak the terrain through my being like an ammo,
Invading my camp and save my bloody heart as such a Commando,
And as I open my eyes I realized you're my other half as I know.
Come and take a tranquil journey with me by train,
by rail we will travel the Rockies hidden world;
carving a unique wilderness path whilst sipping champagne.
Weaving alongside steep canyons and sides of mountains furled,
in our all dome car we will soak up the wild scenery;
by rail we will travel the Rockies hidden world.
Over mountain rivers and untamed dazzling greenery,
an unforgettable adventure through terrain whirling;
in our all dome car we will soak up the wild scenery.
In an open air space for photos our hair is swirling,
we are plunged into darkness as we go through a rock cave;
an unforgettable adventure through terrain whirling.
Holding our breath we are both amazed and scared- oh be brave,
below the towering snow-ice capped peaks we sleep the night;
we are plunged into darkness as we go through a rock cave.
In the morning- a gourmet breakfast before our final wave.
Come take a tranquil journey with me by train,
below the towering snow-ice capped peaks we sleep the night;
carving a unique wilderness path whist sipping champagne.
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August 12, 2017
Terzanelle/Rocky Mountainer
Copyright Protected, ID 928930
Have you ever noticed that beautiful woman,
the one who’s been single for years?
In this world where connection is at our fingertips,
where voices ping and echo across social feeds,
still, she stands alone.
It begs the question, doesn’t it?
Why? How? Who and where?
As if throwing a penny in the air and wondering
Would anybody care?
Maybe it's a choice.
Some women crave company, the warmth of another,
while others find solace in their own company,
reveling in quiet strength.
And so, the years pass, blurred and vivid all at once.
Sometimes, the familiar “booty call” will light up her screen,
that well-worn line, “Are you free later?”
And yes, most times she is,
until tonight.
Tonight, there’s a shift, subtle yet sharp,
a harrowing change, a quiet revolution.
Tonight, she understands:
she’s more than just a fleeting rendezvous.
She’s tired of being single, yes,
but even more, she’s tired of men
who hold her attention only long enough to satisfy themselves,
of being “wifey for a night,”
if lucky, for a weekend.
Choices, choices, choices.
The single life offers a carousel of quick encounters,
a rush and fade, touch-and-go,
a night with Mr. Booty Call,
who’s gone before dawn without a second glance.
Or there’s a choice
to seek a diamond in the rough,
a light so bright it pierces the shadows,
awakening what’s been buried, hidden, waiting.
In the end, she realizes, only she can decide.
Not to settle, but to seek, to stand,
to let her worth be her own
not a question mark or a passing fancy.
This is her night of self-definition,
a night to reclaim her story.
God is a trinity, His Breath is our Life, The Father the Son and the Holy Ghost,
we are the only things that breathe the Breath of Life filled with His Spirit to the Uttermost.
Thoughts of children made Gods Heart Happy,
Moved by that feeling His heart seen us right then!
from the thoughts feeling's and emotion's with loving care He reached down and begin.
By His Thought's Feeling's and emotions
See the Truth His Spirit shows,
we were created in the image His Heart seen True, in a parent's heart a child truly grows.
So that makes us 3 part's God His thought His feeling His emotion that is what we Truly are you and me,
so much like God yet Blind to the Truth
we're a trinity as one all 3 must agree.
Adam and Eve died because of knowledge, God's children are destroyed for
the lack of knowledge today,
so now you see where we've been deceived, Gods children need to wake up, step up kneel down and Truly pray.
Seek the knowledge God set forth which with time words has been changed and hidden So Gods children don't grow,
you need no man teach you for the spirit you received from the beginning will Guide you in the True way to go!
He gave us all a different way to perceive Him, yes in our very own way, you see,
BY HIS THOUGHT'S FEELING'S AND EMOTION'S- HE CREATED YOU AND ME...
Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.
Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out to play.
Across our world, it’s been said:
free to have his wicked way.
Undeterred, life struggles on;
endangered mammals slumber.
Safe, secure and snuggled down,
climate does not encumber.
Signs of season everywhere;
glassy ice and icy glass.
Crisp, consoling cracks ring out;
the crunch of frost-crusted grass.
Deep within the forest’s womb,
hidden seeds of life gestate.
Once this weather does improve,
eager to embrace their fate.
Newborn shoots raise sleepy heads;
late frost strikes a grievous blow.
Others will soon take their place,
bursting from the soil below.
Wisps of freezing fog linger;
this last vestige Jack did grasp.
But ‘tis futile, this foray;
Winter’s final, feeble, gasp.
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(C) John C Michaels, 5th March 2017
Submitted to Rob Carmick's "Screwed XVII" contest (judged 6th May 2017)
(3rd Place)
Originally submitted to the "Open Poetry Competition" sponsored by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot (5th March 2017)
Let them not discover the ocean of words dancing within me,
Unspoken, like a siren’s song hidden beneath the waves,
The wave of feelings embracing my heart like a silent hurricane,
Which I cannot refuse, a sea of vibrant and living emotions.
I put down the pen, and the ink faded like a sunset,
I closed the gates of technology, hid the soul behind the digital curtain,
Where only the silence of lips and shackles of hands can be seen,
Subjected to their rules, like puppets in the hands of fate—
These reinforced norms, customs of a broken world,
In a shattered land, with a conscience torn by the winds of time.
Though acceptance is a double-edged sword, I still hope—
Gathering the shards of the self, embracing silence like an old friend,
Until values and the light of justice rise like a new beginning,
Emerging from the shadows that held us captive,
To fulfill the promise—The promise of a liberating Tomorrow.
Where my words will no longer be birds in cages of silence,
Where quiet will no longer be my only sanctuary.
Where voices will rise, unbound and bold,
To conquer freedom, to discover peace like a lost island.
20.6
“Where is the world?
Where is the seeker of liberation”
Where is the contemplative?
Where is the man of Knowledge?
Where is the soul in bondage?
Where is the liberated soul?
My nature is Unity”
Verse revisited on 11-October-2022
All that’s manifest, is God-consciousness
A singular love and light field of Oneness
Where God, to behold His own splendour
Splits Ardhnarishwar, manifesting gender
Manifesting thus, an illusion of separation
Extrapolated continuously is this creation
The womb of existence is invisible space
Omnipresent and enigmatic is God's face
Immediate, intimate, hidden in plain sight
God in-dwells each form by day and night
What then remains by us here to be done
Save aligning with His love, till we be one
Love uses no force, waits for us to awake
Be still oh hermit, for liberation is at stake
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ardhanarishvara
Higher is the purpose of peace
speaking damned ill against bloodshed
As war is a brutal slave
Grinding people down into extreme poverty
Where stealing treasuries opens up a wormhole
against humanity
and makes men beasts of this burden faceless
Revealing double standards
Within codes practicing justice poor beggars
This democracy is a tailored made outfit against law and order
protection has clearly been removed
Performing it's proper role has shown many are bought
In favour of the small minority view turning words
An elitist attitude is driven purely by greed
shows one battlefield against the poor innocent souls suffering
We all become the victims of these ungodly parasites ruining our world
When our voices can no longer instruct ignorance
emotions are high running to the highest temple of faith and love
Held completely hostage and silenced by evil wrongdoing
addressing our sacred duty
victims live under a trail of tears
they hold little value to warmongers and twisted news
Deceivers are corrupting this earth through lies
This amounts to high treason such vile rotting acts of abominations
millions of women and children are left homeless
their remains the facts under famine of good morals
Time has no boundary here
In between worlds, it transforms as I am
Some days I see it run;
There I stand still, awake
Perched on the mountain swaying
Other days I see it crawl;
Whispering to me in secrecy
I begin my descent through the void
Backwards the clock turns;
Allowing me to sleep in contemplation
Swirling all the pieces into a dream
Time sometimes grows rigid;
Anxiously awaiting my arrival
The keys dangling in my face
Many times I have seen it slip;
Beguiled by the foolery that is hidden
I find joy within the small miracles
Lesser times it skips a beat;
Momentary lapses of memory come
Forgetting where I left my vessel
Then time heals the disconnection;
And I, once again, step into the clearing
Strengthened by the flames
(A lone voice whispers)
Did you know that curiosity can be the soul's only guilty heartfelt desire?
An irrepressible longing from emotions, many hidden fires.
That awakens convulsions in the newly possessed.
Of secretive things once never felt or expressed.
To the heavy loads, signalling the quiet redesigning of a pure soul.
As it explores new goals?
Like the falling of a tear, the feeling of fear or the bright sunshine of a rare smile?
Which shines like real gold in illuminated green eyes.
Trying desperately to devour all things before they die.
Only to then hear one day in God's low whispers:
"Did you seek curiosities only goals, the soul's only guilty heartfelt desire, my child?
When they were all presented by the Devil, and its insidiously lit warm fires.
Before you died?
To tempt you like Eve, right out of the blue?
Or did you try to stay pure with all the divine gifts I once gave you?
(C) Copyright John Duffy