Long Impairs Poems
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My love, Josefin Slab
My first thought the time I wake up
My inspiration in moments I create art
My joy when we chat and laugh together
My strength when I'm on job
The last person I contact before my sleep
The only girl in my mind
The beautiful creature I found
With your sweetest voice and charming smile
With your amazing chatting emoji and laughs
And that walking-dancing baby emoticon
With your crazy mind I love
One with wonderful picture posing
With your brilliant yogurt skin color
With your perfect dressing fashion
With your fantastic ideas and advice on me
From your inner attracting power
A person I can submit my soul to
A person I commit to end in love with
I'm too favored to meet and know you
It isn't enough saying I'm crazy about you
You made me love
You're my weakness.
You make mincemeat of attention on calling my name
It's splendidly something we're grabbing ourselves at
My sleight of hand is premiered by your discernment
But understate yourself in giving someone a drubbing
And provide no rooms for amendments on your skids
Which depreciate the possessions in your proficiency
To affect wiping the floor with joyous love of ours
Really that it needs our synergistic ink to put on paper
I wish to destruct that part of you, likewise you'd
Unto me to paint the tints, shades and tones of loveliness
To sketch the signs of courage and put tolerance details
Keeping warm hues and cold saturations on our tongues
Kindly I request to open your mind and meet with mine
That we can share such fruitiness as matching goals
Safely and sufficient enough getting to our destined cliff
Though you impairs the ontology behind, I quite wonder!
I'm no more down at heel as you slowly met
And no longer experience little love laughs
Which solemnly stole my entire belief on
To smell the sense of dirt on our papers
By free graphite shine no other can see
In that a wild manner stirring sincerity up
My keen to rub the dots of one another
An eraser whose outcome is dusty
The pixels I granted to suit the resolution
The saturation of my tolerance being warm
With all recipes from your soul make up
Frozen springs partly exploiting our intent
A little I'd hatch is a one you crossed
A garment you wore set your eyes into no blink
That my feet found no sand to stand on
But only sweet regrets and sad charms to fall in.
This world of atrocious avarice
Marches on in a proud grimace
Corruption and calamity twist and turn in their stomachs, yet peace will conquer nonetheless
Consumption of the blasphemous people shout out their voices of vain pridefulness
Deception deceives the minds of many
Arrogance conceives all kinds of envy
Relentless reign of greed feeds the senseless spoil,
Allowing the poverty-proned needy in terrible turmoil
Some of the wealthy individuals rule over society in unattainable malice unfathomably
It’s horrible that we have a nation that have some leaders that lead in hostility ruthlessly
God will fight for freedom for us, as long as we’ll keep being resilient and brazen throughout our life,
Despite the government’s devastating tribulations; Christ will be giving us life-long joy instead of strife
Redemption comes from the Lord of Accord for each and everyone who believes unconditionally
We all need vigilance and deliverance during these trying times of horrendous sorrows and trials of plenty
This relentless reign of greed has thrived off of our zealous, efficient endurance
By taking advantage of our diligence everyday...cruelty alters into arrogance
It’s an insane world...chaotic and catastrophic in many ways possible
It’s an eccentric place I don’t call my haven...it’s indescribable
But in a detrimentally damaging manner...it’s a danger zone that leaves us feeling insecure and lost in the worthless weeds
It’s a fraudilent frenzy that we have to deal with for a matter of fact...but this relentless reign of greed will soon wither away along with its deeds
Injustice impairs the actions of sophisticated individuals who debate over their wicked plans, getting out of hand...getting out of hand...
Reminiscence of despairs and anxieties plague the minds of many these days
While politicians are feeding us propaganda and shameful sham...when will we make a stand? Will we ever reach out to His right hand?
Deliverance from our Father of truth will set us free from our despondency in many ways
The urge
For we been equipped fellow citizens of
Motherland, Africa she sang of, Poetic is
It justice? just ice frosting dreams, hopes
Parliament a breeding citadel of perverse
Codes that terms us labourers in our land.
Gazetted reforms that impairs our virtues
And moralistic principles of being, rejected
By those with all the mighty through veto,
How lame I voted him in for betterment
Of the kin, weary leaving in the cold street.
My ails heals from their white precipitates,
Inscribed by a solo individual, dual turns a
Taboo yet granny always had crushed roots
The ails would shy... Boots, books, and tie
Paper wetting from the drips of enslavement
Hunting modernized but the parliaments left
In great chaos, adaptation of the scripts left
Us this urge, The urge to revolt, yearning...
Codified practices that are never followed by
The sire, a new mutant foe in make, Change.
5 January 19
Lowlifediarist
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Vultures
No wonder why I have this naked head
These weak claws, Neither have I ever
Wondered why I feed chiefly on carrion
Rotting carcass dressed by fellow humane
Ages past starving, preying, pitying shame.
Carrion bird been termed, so wary I envy
The keen and noble eagle whose social unit
Portray efficiency and tranquility in plays
How he is gifted in soaring up highs spred
He preys on fresh flesh, he hustles nothing.
Vultures we been cased by mother nature
For we toil yet others birds emblems might
We long for the deprived freedoms, denied
And fed on their remains. Avarice being no
Shame for no honor is related to my name.
Black birds whom seize by violence, preys
Like us, feeds greedily stood forth our Sire.
Corrupt ravens whom disperse parliaments
Owls on the watch, waiting to grace thier
Chance too, damned birds of disgust, cursed.
5 January 19
Lowlifediarist
(The stage is dimly lit, with a single spotlight on the speaker, a wise and weary African leader. He stands, reflecting on his legacy)
My dear Africa, I rose like a lion, with Mandela's heart,
To guide you, to lead you, to a brighter start.
Forty years of vision, of sweat and of tears,
Progress flourished, like the Savannah's seeds, through all the years.
(He pauses, looking out at the audience)
But time passed, and power's grasp, it tightened its hold,
Like a serpent's clasp, it would not let go.
As we say, "A bird that flies off the Earth and lands on an anthill is still on the ground".
Loved ones feared to let me go,
Blinded loyalty, oft bestowing, but at what cost?
(He takes a step forward, his voice growing stronger)
Opponents distorted truth, tarnishing light with venomous spite,
But I stood firm, like Kilimanjaro's peak, shining bright.
For "when two elephants fight, it is the grass that gets hurt".
From Cairo to Cape Town, my legacy shines,
A bridge between nations, a united shrine.
(He looks down, his voice filled with regret)
But now, my staying impairs, the gains once shared,
A leader's strength becomes a test, manifest in holding on.
As the wise ones say, "Knowledge is a garden, if it isn’t cultivated, you can’t harvest it".
I molded Africa's progress, built young and old institutions,
Education, healthcare, a foundation laid, forever in store.
(He raises his eyes, his voice filled with determination)
Let history judge, accomplishments weighed,
Legacy may fade, but roots remain, progress made.
For "tomorrow belongs to people who prepare for it today".
I pray wisdom guides successors, building on my noble text,
May they find the strength to let go, to see legacy's true place.
(The spotlight fades, leaving the leader in darkness, lost in thought).
And her voice is the tingle of upbeat blues,
the winsome rap amid my heavy footsteps, past 2 am...
She holds my hand as I’d never wake up
after twilight, drinking to the end of a broken bottle,
How those arms cuddle me like my hair
isn't filthy , avoiding normal showers that
I can’t put this body to rest, to rest;
howling about a compulsive urge needling within a mind
which impairs an otherwise peaceful life with her :
Disappearing into bars and gaming clubs ,
and more bars to silence my fears
so I can’t hear the jeers of ghosts on the
walls, within each pulse-beat, through her embrace
… through it all,
She smiles calmly ignoring the stench of alcohol
in - out breaths, regardless of my absence
from quality time I am unable to keep.
… Still,
I can’t honor myself the same way that
she does... as though I never yelled, argued,
or told her to go lose herself beneath cold moonlight,
while kicking the door without atonement--
She loves me unequivocably as if I can find the gentleness
of one day when I can CHANGE.
Brainstorm Contest of John Hamilton
10/21/2018
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Compulsive-obsessive behavior is a mental dysfunction including explosive anger , desire for alcohol, gambling, others. The onset of impulsivity can be thought of as seeking a small, short -term gain at the expense of a large, long term loss.
* The author was moved to write this as part of her presentation in a psycho-spiritual workshop she facilitated.
Does complaining helps, I don't know; but they say
yes it helps, keeps one away from taking action;
It gives excuses to procrastinate, stay
away from achieving goals as reaction;
Complain helps too much not to try to find solution.
Surely it proves to someone we are victims;
Trying to find one person who can be blamed;
The chronic complainers doesn't like how system
works, seem to be unsatisfied, always pained;
they've tendency to focus on setbacks not progress.
Some vents emotional dissatisfaction
tend to be focused on themselves and their own
didn't care to solve issues, just seek attention;
Unluckily dampens people's moods as shown;
Complainer along with listener also felt worse.
It's observed there are "instrumental complaint";
that is all about solving problems, focus
on the impact of the problem, and explain
importance of change, thoughtful action chosen
to create a specific plan for bringing the change.
Some feel by complaining get relief from theirs
mental stress; though research says when one complains
body releases cortisol that impairs
immune system makes one gets a lot of pains
susceptible to high cholesterol, diseases.
Let’s decide should we only stop after complaining
Or put more emphasis to find one for blaming
Or cooperate with authorities no more hesitating
or apply our minds to resolve issues for gaining
experiences. Let’s resolve not to make issues complicating.
~X~X~X~
It is perhaps the hurried way I walk,
May be the manner in which I talk,
Or is it the subtle perfume I wear,
That tells a Gynaecologist is near!
When I park my car, head up stairs,
I see patients sat on waiting chairs,
Smiling women with a hope for child,
Seeking from me what nature denied!
Birth of a child is a boon from heaven,
Yet rarely is the fault of these women,
Their husbands blame it all on germs,
When often they are short of sperms!
detailed talk always reveals the truth,
They have been secluded since youth,
they have learnt of babies and stork,
So far there has been no sex talk!
you may think the husbands be wise,
He looks educated, mild and nice,
But he has been to the same school,
He has no idea how to work his tool!
In vitro fertilisation is clinical answer,
Something very easily done by nature,
When they successfully have a baby,
You even have to teach them a lullaby!
Social prejudices, religious shackles,
Is reason for these sorry debacles,
Fear of sex impairs their normal life,
Married, yet he doesn’t know his wife.
Two decades of life as gynaecologist,
Seen more eggs than an ornithologist,
While birds and animals breed so free,
Human breeding needs a medical degree!
They give me flowers, thank you card,
They say my finger tips are like God!
But deep inside I know reason why,
The man is ignorant, the girl is shy!
Date 27/03/2020
Strand poetry contest
Sponsor Brian strand
Inadequacy inevitably impairs my marvelous mindset
I pray, wish and hope for God’s word with no regret
I am in need of His abundant grace in my sorrowful mind
Turn my grief into relief and gladness that won’t leave me behind
I want confidence,
Not this impure arrogance as huge as an elephant, yet I’m just this puny, little ant
I want happiness
I’m forever humbled to be Your servant
An abundance of grace
Helps me to keep pace
With those who run the Race
Embrace me with Your spirit of glory
Face to face, we trace elegant reverie
Place me upon His Holy right hand
Just in case I forget, help me understand
An abundance of grace is from the Father of Truth and adoration
An abundance of disgrace will no longer move me…give me true Elation
The armor of love is my defense
My foolishness has become dense
But, I’m giving it up to wisdom to be perfectly numb of the abominations I’ve done
I’m giving it up for God’s gracious Kingdom to come, so I can welcome the sun
I’m too afraid to say a hello to strangers that pass me by happily
It angers my heart and for my kindness’ sake, it injures me truly
But, I have faith and joy that I’m going to be one day so happy in this lifetime…contentment — I have reimbursed
Give it some time…sometimes, all it takes is a risk of flicking a dime twice to get heads first…rejoicement rehearsed
Now your in front of me scared to death.
Waiting for what words will come out of my breath.
I softly whisper, I destroyed our way.
I never thought life would feel like this, but something always kept telling me
someday.
I remember a place hidden deep insdie the soul of mine.
A place that was once made for us, a place I could never define.
I went to the place to find the truth beyond despair.
To figure out the surreptitious meaning behind the impairs.
I could of buried myself in undeniable regret.
But one thing I learned is love you never forget.
I became my own brutal opponent, the one that tore our world down.
I lost you in a bath of unforgettable tears, not sure where we did drown.
I know it took enough hurt to want to fix the heart I did break.
I don't know if I can restore forever.
I only I could bring back our days of together.
I know I promised you forever along time ago.
The I left you to fight life alone.
And all you heard from me was don't promise me anything you can't continue.
Now I am sure I can promise you one thing that is true.
Never again do I want to fall without you holding me.
Never again do I want to experience life without we.
Never again do I want to love anybody but you.
Never again do I want to forget about something so true.
Form:
Verse 1
My anger is sulking and silent
as your harm ruminates
heightening by your sharp intent
the fruit by which concentrates
it hurt me that you try to hurt me
and your forward seeds more than your book
my perception reads your avidity
the look takes more than what it took
Chorus:
I need to see you heal me
So, I get passed what's done
then I can forgive, and live and be
and warm down from the run
Verse 2
you tried to break the bone to fix the break
one more fracture doubles the pain
can't discern your motive thru the ache
trauma often impairs from the strain
you know its your fault I know fear
and you enjoyed how you casted the dark
I saw the look in their eyes perfectly clear
now a path of dread left to embark
Chorus:
I need to see you heal me
So I get passed whats done
then I can forgive and live and be
and warm down from the run
Reprise:
you need to know fear to overcome it
purpose needs to feel a burn to know it kills
agony pushes us us to the limit
to overcome survival develops skills
Verse 3:
Yes I know but it really hurt
the remains the painfull reminder
your covert mission was really overt
its time you be a little kinder
Don't worry I forget that I forget
I forget that I forget
I forget that I forget