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My Miracle
Levent swept into my world like the wind,
Scattering the darkness with his breeze.
Like a light on an island, he illuminated my path,
His presence became my oxygen, my air—my breath.
An enchanting soul who already knew my future,
A heart waiting for me, seated at Ovis.
The universe heard my voice,
And my miracle was born in the light of the fire.
Thoughtful, meticulous, and graceful,
A thousand stories hidden in his doe-like eyes.
A smile on his sweet face,
Both innocent and a little mischievous.
A sweet rascal, with light in his gaze,
Both gentle and slightly playful.
The strongest man I have ever known,
And yet, the most romantic one too.
You are like a miracle,
One of the rarest things on Earth.
The strength that lifts me, the guide on my path,
The most beautiful light shining in my eyes.
So real that I could never have even dreamed it.
You remind me of life in every moment,
And with every touch, you give me hope.
Like a mirror, my soul reflects in you,
But you are far ahead, much deeper, much greater.
When you cross my mind, roses bloom on my face,
Happiness fills me, warm and profound.
And a quiet fear embraces my heart,
Is this real? whispers the voice inside me.
But then you breeze through once more, Levent,
And your wind sweeps away all doubts.
You are a gift to this world,
And I am grateful to have known you.
Ayla
**This beautiful poem was written by Ayla, the most amazing, magical girl I have ever met. She has touched my life in ways she may never fully realize, bringing light, warmth, and inspiration into my world. Her words are a reflection of her own depth, kindness, and radiant soul and it is she who is the true miracle. Thank you, Ayla, for this incredible gift and for being you.
Levent
Roses may lay a Beautiful bed down d valley while the morning star adore the little island. I've a friend that is more beautiful, and she makes my life wonderful.
The Barbados may line its pride across the garden city and hibiscus climbing the high walls of the Virginia. Still I've a friend that worships me and makes me feel like a god.
Lilies may assemble and decorate the river banks and tongues speak of their glories. Yet my friend paints my life and makes it colourful and adorable.
Trees may grow into the skies and the Birds may soar into the clouds. I've a friend that reaches unto the deepest of my heart and seats like a queen that she is.
Beasts of the forest may display the strength in their veins and muscles, my strength lies in my ability to hold on and defend my passion for her.
The wolves may howl and the oceans display its enormous violence. The warmth of her presence ll calm my nerves till I'm engulfed therein.
The sun may dictate in the day and the moon rule the nite with the legions of its galaxies.
But only one person leads and lives in my bosom.
In every special way. You're special. In every unique way, u are unique. Valued than diamonds, costlier than gold, cherished than Rubies. Adorable and matchless, exceptional and invaluable.
Wish I av the best word in this world to describe u dear.
Wishing you a beautiful day.
May your smile last beyond the dusk.
Beautiful Lamp
In the distance there is a beacon.
It is brightness, a calm calling to you.
It is a perfect kindness,
enduring, and ever lasting.
On the shores of the island,
giant rocks are pummeled by the sea.
The sound is cataclysmic,
yet it is not alarming,
but expectant.
Sail on, into the harbor…safe.
Sail on, out into the sea…
coming and going…
unknown, but not alone.
“He” shines brighter still,
than all the lamps ever lit.
Darkness, watery death…
Murky… places that steal the breath,
of every soul that dare feign complacency.
Look not into death’s face.
Guide your eyes and set your sails.
Keep “Him” ever the heading…
Straight and on course!
“He” is the Light,
The Light House of the World
I've got a tropical obsession
I think I'm losing my mind
I want to see my work day done
Go out and have some fun
And leave the city life behind.
I love the roar of the ocean
The smell of tanning lotion
A secluded beach somewhere
There are coconuts in the trees
With a warm and gentle breeze
And a flower in your hair.
I've got a tropical obsession
It's driving me up a wall
I want the palm trees and the shore
Blue skies and so much more
Oh God! I want it all
There's an island in the sea
I can hear it calling me
Saying come on home today
I'll bring my old beach chair
Plant it in the sand somewhere
And that's where I'm going to stay
I've got a tropical obsession
And I just can't set it free
On an island remote
In a little fishing boat
Is where I want to be.
I'd been sleeping poorly what with my agonies
needed an early morning nap but
at a ratatatat on the front door I jerked awake and
obediently open up, a respectable couple not
this time trying to get me to switch my energy supplier or
join the young communists but
'We're from The Sun'
asking me if I had any thoughts on the 'Love Island House'
Excuse me what
She mentioned a house number and I blearily
glanced across the road at
the house recently painted in blue and pink
mumbling, I really don't care about it
'Could we use your name'
but I'm not deranged enough to give them that, and
It turns out it wasn't the house opposite but further along
beyond my eyeline,
I'd seen it tarted up with lights
seems it's been called out by a disgruntled neighbour
"The house is lit up like a building from Las Vegas"
and The Sun was frothing at the thought
of a Love Island related story and bothered me
Lee Holloway Towers in his fretful slumbers
Not my problem baby and
I will never sleep again
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lingo encompasses for both professional and amateur styles
"Managerio meetio signio contractia: discussio new approachio: new mangerio signee"
Kurtistown (Big Island): This is the most prominent place named after a "Curtis." It is a designated near Hilo. It was named after A.G. Curtis, a pioneer : no, no mi like em femalo.comprenda wifey! Clown gear? no-no gimmicky trash? Let's talk; Let's talk! wagyu conversation you pay! You gotta deal. shake hands!
Curtis P. Iaukea Curtis - Exum-Curtis - Ouest-Curtis - Galicia - Galicia - Spain
Curtis - Galicia-Curtis - Wyoming - Wyoming - America?
Curtis - Washington - Washington - America?
Curtis - Virginia - Virginia - America?
Curtis - Utah - Utah - America?
Curtis - Texas - Texas - America?
Curtis - Oklahoma - Oklahoma - America?
Curtis - New York - New York - America?
Curtis - Nebraska - Nebraska - America?
Curtis - Michigan - Michigan - America?
Curtis - Louisiana - Louisiana - America?
Curtis - Kentucky - Kentucky - America?
Curtis - Illinois - Illinois - America?
Curtis - Georgia- Georgia -
Curtis - Florida - Florida -
Curtis - California - California -
Curtis - Arkansas - Arkansas -
Curtis - Alabama- Alabama -
Curtis in Spain.
Curtis - Galicia - Spain
Curtis - Galicia
Cities named Curtis in Haiti.
Curtis - Ouest Where is Curtis - Ouest - Haiti
Cities named Curtis in Bahamas.
Curtis - Exuma Where is Curtis - Exuma - Bahamas
King Cuerno a masked tanned grappler. wearing a carribean carnivel outfit
with ashort, loud, and bombastic trumpet piece entrance song, that needs
a contant replay. wearing a Sovereign" Grand Championship belt (unsactioned)
the key here is that :"Para que esto funcione, el campeón de una compañía no afiliada debe desafiar al Rey y expresar su deseo de unificar los títulos; la dirección le informará entonces que el título carece de sanción oficial, para luego sancionarlo y permitir que el combate se celebre en un evento de gran magnitud. Posteriormente, el título será abandonado, solo para reaparecer en otro luga!"
Reading the book rather than the cover,
Checking up on a friend to recover,
Painting a picture from all portrayals,
Penning a hymn shutting all betrayals,
Forgetting race, age, weight, form, and gender,
Being a friend, not a mad defender,
Sculpting other lives like the diamond,
No man’s an island, say no to Simon.
Heal the world from Dunning-Kruger effects,
Wish for a world where no bad soul rejects
Are these wishes something for one to cope,
Or are they great outcomes of forlorn hope?
Date: 9/5/2021
Title chosen: "Forlorn Hope"
Contest: This or That Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
No island of escape
No heart that can't be found
The plague at last arrived
The ship is run aground
The wind has brought pollution
Pollution to the soul
The suffering and delusion
The spirit black as coal
Close your eyes, sweet child
Come listen to the sound
Of faith raining back
Faith raining back down
The fields are wet with deluge
The crops will not be there
A life of broken pilgrimage
Can never be repaired
While a lukewarm invitation
Has cast your soul in peril
In vulgar conversation,
We allowed our lips to settle
Close your eyes, sweet child
Come listen to the sound
Of faith raining back
Your faith raining back down
There is no Purgatory
And there is no in-between
Your hesitance and tarry
By God's eyes will be seen
So wander into morning
Your eyes still caked in sleep
The glory of awakening
Shall raise you among sheep
And close your eyes, dear child
Come listen to the sound
Of your faith raining back
Your faith raining back down
Her heart pounded like the zulu drum
She knew the tradition
Her friend died from there
when the sailed the boat and left her
on that punishment island
In Kigezi its like that
The neighborhood is even worse
where her cousin got married
A pregnant woman is thrown
down the cliff by a blood brother
Its a tradition that was brought by the fore fathers
Now maria knows what has happened to her
She has missed her periods for two months
Her mother is about to know
Because she has a critical eye
She knows her father will kill her
Her uncle wont say the truth
That he is responsible
For the pregnancy
Maria knows the stories
when you are pregnant
you are left there all alone to starve and die
or a man who has failed to get a woman on the village
will come and take you as his own
He become a property and a slave
She didn't know what to do
who to trust this with
where to run to
she chose
to remain silent
and wait for her
fate
on
the punishment island
The crested waves were like frills, rolling toward me
I want to be that light, carefree, worry free
Led by the tides that pull me
Floating effortlessly to the shore
Where you are waiting for me
Where I know, everything will be ok, when I am there
I dream of a secluded island with white sand
Where there is nothing but love and peace
Such thoughts are needed in this world...
That has become so hectic, so full of concerns
Clouded by difficulties, weighed upon by challenges
Oh, let me be the crested wave
Letting go of all my troubles before I land...
So the impression that I leave,
Is newly, fresh, upon the sand
Heidi Sands
11/13/22