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Queen Genevere was held captive in King's Arthur castle,
and locked up in the tallest tower, she sent for Lancelot;
he finally rescued her on a fast horse that loved to trot,
and while galloping into the shadows of the forest...didn't they tremble?
Did she fall in love with Lancelot...because he was the most handsome knight?
Was it his sweet language of learned love that conquered any queen's heart?
Before he would lose trust in his king, he had to go to the Holy Land
to push back the infidels and free it for the sake of the Christ who died on the cross;
probably King Arthur would have overlooked his shameless misconduct
for having had a sexual relationship with his wife when he was on his deer hunt;
wasn't King Arthur satisfying her urges when she longed for his hand?
Perhaps he was very old and could not perform, so she sought Lancelot's caress!
Genevere's jealousy caused Lancelot's ban from Court when she heard of the affair
with Elaine who deceived him and gave him a child to make the queen very angry;
foolish Lancelot lost honors bestowed upon him by King Arthur and feeling sorry
for himself, he chose wilderness: remembering he fought lions but not the Beast;
mad Queen Genevere became a grieved nun and Lancelot a scorned priest...
why didn't they remain faithful by not committing adultery on the other?
"If I kill a wicked person, a liar or Satan
Will I have ever peace or world be peaceful forever?"
-QOUTE BY MAHTAB BANGALEE
I'm well configured animal of nature
I'm THE most intelligent in the animal planet
I'm the best species of homo-sapience
I have to survive as my wish that's why
I need to consume all whatever I want
I’m the omnivorous animal that’s why-
I kill another animal from fauna,
I kill the flora and use other elements of nature capriciously!
I’m civilized, literate; I’ve common sense, conscience
That’s why I want to kill uncivilized, illiterate, and unscrupulous
I dislike lie, envy, ego and all the devilish sense
That’s why want to I kill liar, hater, egotist and Satan
It’s impossible, utterly impossible to kill the devilish sense
That’s why I seek the Devil to kill
I want to kill lie but I can’t; so I kill a liar
I want to kill devilish sense but I can’t; so I kill a wicked person
I can’t kill infectious disease that’s why I kill infectious patient
Out of sights I can’t everything that’s why I can’t control myself
For my overpowering sense sometimes I attempt to kill the self
But in homosapien’s blood and honors
The uncontrollable sense is a permanent contagious virus!
Now, it’s a big question that
If I kill a wicked person, a liar or Satan
Will I have ever peace or world be peaceful forever?
-NOVEMBER 02, 2022
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The crowd pushed me away, but I'll stay positive through it all
Lap up my emotions, animals of sympathy, for I'm your trough
Trying not to lose hope in violent tranquility (peaceful and chaotic circumstances)...endure through these tribulations by finding an escape route...a destination called the Lands of Non-fixated Free-falls (a land of Liberty that results in living life in good hands)
Enough with this flowery language I've written down...enough? No...pursue excellence in all you do and I, too, can take that swift advice! Don't be scared or unprepared of what lies ahead - don't take what I say as fluff (insignificant)
At times, rhyming patterns in poetry can be a rough task...life, in general, isn't always a lose-lose, win-win
So, I bask in complications and I have a huge amount of ideas that nudge at my noggin (pokes at my brain)
Smile for a while and jog the extra mile with me, abiding by your side for eternity and beyond
You're the one that I was fond of once upon a time...I don't mean to be deceiving by my flirtatious ways...straining our once-and-for-all bond...
You need to make an income raise by the honors of overcoming financial issues (by saving and spending, you need an award)
I've been stressing about from day in to day out, but without a doubt, I'm more than happy that I'm not in worst shoes (not in a worse situation that a person may go through)
Surprise my oozing-of-saliva tongue taste buds with your sensuous champaign of championship in heart (give me a taste of your victory)
I'm awkward
I'm absurd
I won't bite...I might not be your type of writing, readers who might read this...
Creativity kisses me in the abstract abyss...
...bewildered by the after-consumption of tainted bliss ~ _ ~
(That part means surprised by something you thought was good, but it turns out bad)
I need to wear an upside down frown
I'm down to be with anyone who can lift me up
I'm done being in the dark about the problems that I can't quite put a finger on...
And a-a-anyways,
I'm, frankly, hopelessly mind-blown
I Spent My time
By Franklin Price
5/20/2015
I spent my time within the force
As did many then of course
Could have been to college free
But college life was not for me
I could say that duty called
To go where they would shave me bald
But that would be a little lie
Of why I went where I might die
To earn my way's what I was taught
Free was not something I had bought
The Force would teach if I would learn
The pay was little no cash to burn
But I was earning so I did well
Through basic tech my tale to tell
Followed orders marched to school
Left with honors was no fool
Then to a base that had the bomb
Spent a year in Vietnam
During that time I lived through Tet
I saw a lot but won the bet
Came back home without a scratch
No damages no wounds to patch
Touched down to my very soul
But unlike others came home whole
That time I spent without regret
Gave to my country it gives back yet
The things I learned have seen me through
For all my life and all I do
Starry night, kiss my heart with your shimmering hope – quote by poet
From the light, I breathe
Shining silent and sweet
A gentle glow who soothes
With laughter and peace
Shimmering with beauty
Starry night, fall soft on my heart
Whisper to the moon so alive
With a sense of inspiration, feeling
Breaking through the skin with a kiss
Embracing the spirit in lingering rays
Alive, like a dance, coloring life in hues
Of joy and serenity, a hope that remembers
To charm the heart with all its promises
Drifting on waves of creativity, imagination
Starry night, twinkle with delight
Igniting the skies in fantasies of magic
Harmonious thoughts, falling through the heavens
Sacrificing the night by revealing all the pleasures
In flickering sparks of vibrant luminosities
Wonderous rays of rich and rare charms
From the legends in the night sky
Beckoning to the soul with glorious praise
Psalms of love and honor and grace
Brought alive by prayers from those who know
The starry night is flourishing with joys
Intimacies thriving on the sense of hope
Woven through the giggles of a moon
Who only honors the One who created us
And gave us this expression of light
Peppering the night with whimsical reflections
Honoring God and those all around
Who reach beyond their anxieties
To make these lively stars, these images so bright
Animate the soul with incredible rays
Starry night, linger on in my soul
Whisper through me, your sweet blush
Of brilliant shafts of impulsive sparks
Lighting my way through the dark
Saving me with the furious maze
Of a land embraced by moon of praise
Starry night who honors His presence
In the skies, in the heavens, ambiance
Of the senses who enfold my faith
Linger on the winds of my laughter
And silence every fear of the darkness
Starry night, charm my soul
And open my heart to your flickers
Of sweet, unconditional love
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Who they want me to be is just what I am...what they want, No time to front tho it's enough liars in this world I gotta roar like a lion but No one honors what's honest there's No one paying me homage the only thing that speaks volumes is chaos & carnage...still I can only be me, am I completely satisfied ask me my answer is no, but the race in the faith is a Marathon so this concrete rose will drink this living water and let the spirit of God in me grow, you reap what you sow right, funny how what's done in the dark comes to light forget the hype I'm everything the spectators said I was, I'm still saved by grace walking by faith of that Higher love, I removed the gloves and the mask picked up more books that told war stories about Religion the good and the bad...I can only be me tho, staying grounded but I'm balancing this life I live on a three strand rope, my ancestors were African not Americans who migrated here on a boat
(A poem dedicated to Khadiza Merry)
They all heard that,
Jesus is riding on a bus, these days.
Vinay from the remotest eastern village was an eye-witness
He just acknowledged today, in confirmation.
I was counting those quarters. One by one.
The unpaid dues for the neighborhood store...
When silence honors every single voice out there
One can be a meaningful one for afterlife, with a storekeeper.
And slowly,
I sustained.
I was tamed within
With those hot, warm sweaty humid minutes.
And I gifted a land of own, aged for long, to the storekeeper.
Will it be an identifiable generosity accompanied with the right hand?
A specially biased right hand?
There are need of mirrors, here and there.
These attires, dress etiquette and dress colors too...
Under the slender palm trees, the virgin Mary cries here, also
Somewhere, a frozen conversation dies in silence, with a noisy air-cooler.
When I was 19 I saw a dream of Jesus healing two women with Leprosy and since then I’ve seen impossible things made possible,
I’ve seen blind men climbing mount Everest,
I’ve seen men who had been paralyzed running around college campuses,
In 2001 they diagnosed me with schizoaffective disorder and said I’d never go to graduate school,
In 2007 I graduated from graduate school with honors and two Master’s degrees in theology and business,
I knew a man who tried to find a cure for illness and discovered a fungus called Penicillin,
When I was 19 I saw a dream of Jesus healing two women with Leprosy, and since then I’ve seen impossible things made possible,
Einstein was a patent clerk who was bad at math and he revolutionized the way we see reality,
If you have a dream pursue it to its bitter end and when it ends, keep pursuing it,
I knew a man named Martin who had a dream of a better nation and he died pursuing that dream, and forty years later America elected its first black President,
When you have a dream, don’t quit, don’t stop, keep pressing in until that dream is concrete reality,
For with God all things are possible and whether you succeed or not it’s worth the journey,
For I know a man who created us all, who had a dream that all creation would know redemption,
And he lived a life of torment to ensure that his dream would be made real, and now because of this dream your soul is heaven bound forever more,
If you have a dream, believe and don’t stop believing until either that dream is real or death calls you home,
Don’t stop, don’t quit, let no one deter you, for I tell you God is with you and with her, all things are possible,
For heaven on earth is dreams made real,
When God gives you a dream let no one deter your zeal but fight every thought that tells you it can’t be done,
For your savior is a dreamer and he’s got you forever!!
Fifty-one years ago, today, on September 21, 1967, Kindness appeared in the form of Fred McFeely Rogers, with his neighborhood of make-believe. We allowed him to enter our homes and support us in encouraging our children, building in them a strong sense of self and acceptance of others. Parents who took time to share the experience were shown the power of kindness and the beneficial effect it could have on their children's development, both physically and mentally. Fred Rogers received the Presidential Medal of Freedom, 40 honorary degrees, and a Peabody Award, in addition to other honors. The Smithsonian Institution displays one of his trademark sweaters as a "Treasure of American History." Fred Rogers died on February 27, 2003, at the age of 74.
sure as the sun’s warmth
your kindness was felt by all…
you were our neighbor
09/21/2018
You are Lord
Before the sun is tucked away,
Still the night, save the day,
When there’s nothing else to say,
You are Lord
Before river rapids falling deep,
still the oceans, calm the sea,
Men at war, fall to sleep,
You are Lord
Before the Getty’s parched for rain,
hungering lions roar In pain,
the lives that raging fires claim,
You are Lord
Before warfare upon our knees,
Treaties made to appease,
Handshakes seal but not agreed,
You are Lord,
Before our flags are raised up high,
Honors plummet, men ready to die.
Weeping mothers mournful cry,
You are Lord
Before the breaking of our bread,
before darkened skies are a fearful red,
Prayers heard before they are said,
you are Lord
Before the whole entire mess,
Men live denying til laid to rest,
Every knee will bow, every tongue confess,
You are Lord