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If I could rap, it would probably be about how the people feel
Not just any old crap, you know something with more appeal
Maybe this and that but something thats a little bit more real
Talking of the less well off, not the ritches of all the toffe nose
You might scoff, but not refering to women as *****s and hoe's
Some might cough, I could have people in stitches who know's
Yo! I might not be as thick as I look, one of those simple minds
Rifmic?, I don't know, is there a hook, read between the lines
Some might take the mick, I'd better then duck at these times
Talking about adversity and emotion, talking you are in rhyme
Kind of like poetry in motion, expressing yourself in every line
Discussing all the anachy and comotion happing at this time
Trying to get a mesage across but in a different kind of speach
Talking about faith, hope and loss, getting to those out of reach
Some probably could not give a toss, but I'm not one to preach -
like the future the present and the past tense, not any old crap
It would not be the sort to cause offence, not just this and that
It would be something that made more sense,oh if I could rap
Written 2006 between july august probably to many cylibals
just playing with words some words lines
became apart of poem I wrote called no deeper meaning
written 2008 which is kind of like an introduction to everything else Id wrote
and a much better write
The calendar flies off the wall
Spinning in a flurry of craziness
Agitation brings on palpitations
I’m out of breath and out of time
Going nowhere at the speed of light
Rushing through never slowing down
Days quickly slip away out of sight
Not heeding any of the warning signs
I have little time to nurse the pain
Rushing to put out one fire then another
I have no time to podium a stage
There’s no reward that can sate my hunger
I have no time to shelter from the rain
I belong to the wild and not a cage
It is like I boarded a runaway train
My life is either an escape or a hard chase
My ladder is high with countless rundles
I’m on an endless hunt in the concrete jungle
The city beast is sucking the life right out of me
I need to cut the cord and be set free
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 2, 2019 for contest INTRODUCTION BY COLLABORATION sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
My name is Stella, the Yijing apprentice.
I'm always studying Yijing.
My master is Luna, who gives me ways to practice
She has the splendid skill of teaching.
She sometimes said
"Continue even little by little,
the important thing is advancing your title."
And she always patted my head.
One day she also said
"Do not try beyond your capacity"
"Always keep highest of your dignity"
And again she patted my head.
Yijing is an ancient book of change
Also known as a book of oracle and philosophy
It tells us about things for all range
And we can find much anthroposophy.
But I simply like it because it is fun
Reading books, listening to master's lectures,
Meeting people, finding the wisdom of traditional culture,
And the actual exercise of divination I've done
Oh, those Unforgettable days !
I never lose you even in my hardest ways
And ...
"Stella, last sentence, you look like a person of old age"
my master read my writing and said
"It's good for me.", I replied nodding my head
"Because, I want to be a matured sage"
Yes, it's my dream to become a Yijing master !!
Fengleishanren.
O canc'rous creature enmeshed within me,
Thou art first - yes, the worst - capital fault.
You won't work in shadows - others must see,
Yet you hide in plain sight while you assault -
The crystalline castle you seek to break;
Any light that's not yours is blasphemy!
Collect ugly sins ne'er claiming them fake.
But they're part of your twisted symphony.
Not perfect, but you ... what could be more true?
Can't betray yourself, so you'll look beyond.
Bend light to yourself. Consume! Conquer! Do!
Ignore soft cries when they try to respond.
Begone now demon from my diamond hall.
If you must be first ... then be first to fall!
8 October 2023
Inspired by introduction to St. Teresa's "Interior Castle"
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dedicated solely to an introduction featuring this specific pairing
Flutes and horns
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By:Flatterzunge Fagotto Bouché
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Yearning Desire
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A lack of trust
or just a uneasy
feeling about a
future that can easily
be manipulated
she seeks love
and the attention gain
by dating outside her norm
causes those she really desires to
pay more attention to her
( provoke the interest of another suitor)
he is a temporary stepping stone
a clash of romantic interest
can easily be explained and acts as
the easiest way to separate one
from her male counterpart
.Orfeo & Euridice they described us as
lovers that come together to love
might we be loved and adorned by
the world.
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He told his friends to met him at 10;00 he'd be ready or nearly ready to leave then.
But when they got to his home they were told to sit and wait as he had company.
She had heard there plans for the evening and had planned to spoil there evening by visiting and interrupting there evening.The sound of a bed during this intimate moment caused us to be uncomfortable. A blend of steady, rhythmic thumping and sharp, repetitive squeaks. The creaking of wood or metal and the friction of the mattress create an echoing, tactile cadence that blends with breathing, shifting sheets, and whispers. We went outside to wait the the over.
A complex domain
Of subatomic particles
And the dynamics of
Physics which works
predicts the existence
Of a novel tetraquark
Compositions of beauty
Charm quarks and two-light
antiquarks schematic predi-
tions might one remind the
other The introduction to
Schematic.
Strong forces from the
exploration of centric functions.
The visible; at the core of this
Exploratory parts of exploration
lies the enigmatic fundermental
strong force.
Central to this understanding are the
therory of Quantum chromodynamics
all which governs the interactions of
strong interactions.A handful of funder
-mental particles known as quarks,
engage in intriguing interactions by
exchanging gluons.
Glouons create all the composite submatter
that eventually form all the visible matter of
the universe.
Words where clarity is needed include,( which
Is listed undefined) hadron, mesons, pions, quark
antiquarks,baryons, protons, exotic hadrons, gluons,
Abd glueball.Spin and parity, experimental or discovery.
Production and detection to unlock its full potential.
Bound isoscalar axial vector.Antidiquark and diquark
undefined.
Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try,
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is,
In medias res,
The big ordeal:
Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir,
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble,
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas,
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain,
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble,
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.
Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?
Listen to the roar of the noble beast,
The King needs no introduction.
Whether lazing about or hunting a feast,
He puts on quite a production!
His thunderous roar is his lion’s song,
He is Lord of the African Plaines.
Clever, handsome, sleek, and strong,
You know him by reputation and name.
He sports a great mane, his most prominent feature,
And he wears a fine coat of golden brown.
He’s a mammal and a carnivore by nature,
And when he roars, he’s heard from miles around!
If you were a zebra or antelope or elk,
On a hot sunny day out grazing the grass,
You’d have to beware and look out for yourself,
For a day you spend playing might just be your last!
There’s one King of the Cats, who may be known to you,
He’s a little bit milder, but still wild and not tame.
He lives with his mate Elsie in his home at the zoo,
And if your lucky, you’ll hear him roar, “Webster’s My Name!”
Olive trees all around us
the warming sun illuminates
a mysterious walk
two strolling strangers.
One brief introduction
yet no words follow
as your warm smooth hand
grazes over mine.
Chills become clenched teeth
your head turns suddenly
I freeze like a deer in headlights
a small grin widens on your face.
The sun finally goes behind the hills
a radiance in purples, pinks, and reds;
framing your face in a soft chiffon light
rise into the lovely twilight.
Shadows move through the old lane
scurrying all about the buildings
A bottle of wine and glasses wait
Time for a toast to the Tuscan Sky.
INTRODUCTION
You came and retold me the story
All about God and love and of all of His glory
To reach the top, I must now stop
Doing the things that are not of Him
As I walk this lonesome journey
I can see God and He’s for me
He says son don’t cry, now I know you're tried, now
When you’re walking alone I’m by your side
To each his own to own one each is my prayer
Take p your cross and hand it to Jesus give it to the Lord
To each and everybody I want to say I’ve got to say
You came and told me the story
All about God and love and of all of His glory
And for that (this) I wanna say, hey, I thank you, I thank you
You’re a new friend in Christ
This is my preemption
My Introduction
03/06/06/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2006, 2018