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"Timidity alarmed presumptions of fear upon tables,
I had nothing else to do than testing numerous verified samples,
Maybe you would have thought about the cause of its hurtful trample,
Not to release the crabby issues discussed in the temple,
Prayers were assigned to mortify that prevailing trouble,
Excuse me if I had a chance to elaborate on it with a riddle,
What do you think about how the viewers keep thier motives hiddled?
Even nothing is spending on their drivel,
Though they've chose to hang peace against a salient rival,
And in the ears of leaders,it calls for an approval,
Therefore,I wish you speak about what's stated moreover,
Since we all wait till is over,
You must tell the truth of building my own selfless power,
For me to also teach others of your uniqueness forever,
Even when the season is not treating we two with breeze of tender,
Nature will surely open the gate of peace for us to enter,
And our hearts would sing joyfully to Jesus's father.
Be rest assured of this matter,
The pace is set for a watchful character",
That was the voice of salvation preacher.
THE LIFE OF DEATH
B A
I am undertaker of life I am an administrator
I gut you out like a fish, I teach to you spiritual
Mortify mortician am I to Pastor, minister guides Prepare me to heaven
Dress you, make you look nice Dress you morally before Christ
In a box In our thoughts
Morbid these line may seem Morbid these lines choice process
Most people shall be Most people shall refuse to confess
Laid lifeless still breathless Laid lifeless still doubting freedoms
Horizontally proposed and purpose Horizontally recanting life's values
A last tis just a job a step Just a sinner forgiven : matters?
A life of death... Pastor
A life of death! ! !
04/01/18©2018
The Life of Death - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Quote: Nature is flawed yet flawless, the ground likes your toes, and that your ponytail endears the breeze. (By Poet)
Sunset evolves into a dust cloud.
As the colors shift, the trees become dreary.
In the wee hours, a drumbeat of loud sirens howled.
As the sun sets, bright glossy white clouds fall utterly.
Not Beyond the earth or screens.
Nature, at her finest, is mixture of flowers and greens.
The lofty trees wore a white cloak floating the scenes.
Rather than snarling down the hill, they took it slowly.
Snow was a curse, nature was a mystery.
Ecosystem plants, alike humans, can mortify.
Even clueless people may now grasp the global natural crowd.
Men must live in congruity with nature and work unweary.
Nature and mind are always gleans.
Let's save colorful flowers swing in the homely.
Written: July 15, 2021
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Everyone Continued Prayer When Will
When will you come and speak
When will you try and be sweet
When will you care
When will you comb your hair
When will you dine
When will you slip
When will you resign
When will you unwind
When will you copper fence
When will you benefit
When will you realign
When will you partake
When will you become great
When will you mortify
When will you apologize
When will you reap what you sow?
When the son comes down
Will you be around
Will you repented
Will you even mention
Will you call on His name
Will you bow down on your knees
Yes you will cause every knee
Shall bow, every tongue confess
What's left
That Jesus is Lord
Father Help Us All
Everyone Continued Prayer When Will
11/06/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Forests, meadows, and brooks evoke feeling.
They dwell in isolation and therefore live eternally.
It conveys delight to those whose words cannot be reaching.
They aren't dead, but they are all in mortify sturdily.
Is the evolution of green life destined for poor performance?
And return in a floral arrangement that has been rejuvenated.
It's been there for millennia, and it's in the lap of grace.
Erratically comes humming dragonfly white-faced.
the sun and moon will continue to exist in perpetuity
Innocence prevails under the surface when there is a mismatch
It was spring since I first hear the crow's lullaby.
Occasionally, squirrels raid my broccoli patch.
After that, the acute working bees act to work buzzing.
Gardening gives you peace and feeds you from lonesome feeling.
First place contest winner
Written: July 29, 2021
A Brian Strand Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I Wanna End Me
It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games. Haha. Paint me like one of your Trojan horses. Why be sad that I’m returning home soon? Big bad voodoo daddy. Let me know. New Orleans. It’s likely that I’m a sociopath. But what would it matter? Chairs don’t sit, so why would I let the thought do so?
Mcguffins. Pilgrims. Plow rainbow serpentine. Turps. Wax on, doze off. I wanna kiss Billie Eilish. Her dead inside look matches my ensuite. Reckon she’d carry a lot of Bilbo baggage. As do thee unto mishaps. Perhaps. Hmm. Plausible. Ocean endeavours. Funny to think she’s younger than me. Origami. Murmur more peasant.
No board here. Rest easy mudblood. Whichever jumbo cup, always worth the diabeetus. Science, beach. Card master rates, deep down low. Don’t watch on acid. Reads palsy palms. Muster the leap of faith. Sow the famine field of bliss. Certified manga madness. Mango? Two for five dollars. Get like forty of em’. Fiddy bucks. Lez go. Who the hell are ya? I wanna know. Who do you think you are? Coming round here. Fancy pants.
Route 66 roadtwister? I don’t think so mister. Haha. Fly away. Debate the ways of the flying dutchman. Fly over yonder with thou stout in hand. Bound for the beasts riches in tires. Burnt rubber smells so good, not as good as keytamine. Tammy you little dinglebat. Rest easy little nymph. Driftking stands for doorokrats. Laundries. Coin? Denary. Tugboat the infestation. Retribution. Mortify. Grrrrr. That’s a growl. I don’t care. Zoo wee mumma. Throw that little Rat in a tub of acid. That’s nuts.
"Join hands to sweep clean of all dirt and preserve the pristine beauty of Nature to enhance the quality of living. If not, fear her lashing us black and blue"
-by poet
Nature, you are God’s lovely creation,
Dressed in grandeur, decked in regal beauty
You give us much scope for recreation,
Preserving your grace becomes our duty
Poets chant and sing in honor of you,
Sages withdraw to your silence serene,
Beasts and birds have found you as their sweet home,
Men find their sustenance and thrive on you,
Dales and hills – add to your bright sheen
The sky with its stars form your golden dome
Dark forests and running brooks lend you charm,
Deep Ravines spell your profound mystery.
It’s our duty to save you from all harm
Sometimes you baffle with your trickery
Always kind you are, yet some brutish men,
Dismally assault you, they maim and mar,
They suck your life sap – they leave you dry,
They keep on committing sin after sin
Your beautiful frame, to pieces they tear
With their selfish acts, badly mortify
You were once so temptingly beautiful
You could amaze and take our breath away
Looked so elegant, lovely and graceful
In scenic beauty, you could proudly sway
You were Princess of royal lineage
Been decked in brilliantly colorful shade
But your thankless children carelessly spread
Toxic fumes, carbon and dirty garbage
And all your wealth they callously invade
They will ooze out your blood and cast you dead!
May.4.2022
Form O-Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest
Topic... Nature
Syllable Count-10 per line
Sponsor- Constance La France
Without a plausible answer,
you let the good dreams live in the achiever...
dreams,not thoughts of an unduly child:
changing domitable ways to wild,
shouting harmful and volatile words!
Brother,you're going down the wrong road,
and that is not going to lift
some of the weight off;
the barriers won't quickly come down...
they'll cause only division and more grief:
to lay dangers in places so unseen...
that's when everything falls apart,
unable to replace it with something with worth!
Without aspiration or natural passion,
you stop half-way through and stare at others
with envy,anger and defiance;
you feed on your contention
and instead of wishing well to those
who have made it through hard strides,
you deride,mortify and dehumanize anyone
who has earned what you have not!
Brother,you're going down the wrong road
to make your existence so worthless...
like a stone that keeps rolling down a stream
without knowing where it will lead;
brother,it's not hurting others that matters;
it's depriving yourself of all that's good...
to make your journey safe and painless!
I have received an obscene comment
from a sick, slandering mouth on this poetry site,
calling me a filthy monkey with intense anger;
and is this person a human being or beast?
And how would I address this demon: sir or
madam? I use no discretion when dealing with fools,
and let them hear and feel the deep tone
of my thundering voice, bringing on a violent storm...
o idiot, approached by the Devil to manipulate such a worthless soul
You've picked your target, lashing at us with uncontrolled madness,
is your behavior, so bizarre and extremely rude, to embarass,
to harass and harm us? Be warned, it is to no avail...
the fairest reward for your obscenities is Hell!
You are messing with the creative minds of modest folks,
willing and ready to fight back and triumph over your wickedness!
Has Satan and his Fallen Angels ever conquered Heaven?
Will you, with your envy and vengeful words ever defeat us?
We are honorable, unfeigned, dignified and loved for our sharedl kindness,
and that makes us extraordinary beings among the unintelligent criminals,
who mortify, demoralize, threat, abuse, and kill the very essence of morality;
we excel in our unique and remarkable ideas that make many tremble,
and you will tremble at the appearance of the Archaengel of Vengeance!
Our spirit will not be demeaned by your constant and horrible curses,
we are united in this fight, not to let you seal our mouths with silence!
Was Brutus or Hamlet a human being or beast? Do you see a disparity?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,
yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully did decry
unconsciously kicking,
thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching
downing aforementioned medication
found me awry
beseeching psalm body
e'en the Sultan of Brunei
or sovereign from Abu Dhabi
to administer euthanasia,
I would willingly rectify
to bid good riddance and goodbye
experiencing said unpleasant reactions
listed above, hence death wish
of mine to comply
expressed modus operandi doth underlie
trawling the net whereby, to crucify
rigging (leg giddy met) i.e. legitimate
gofundme site could justify
assisted suicide recycling, reimbursing
repurposing... biodegradable cross -
guaranteeing faithful ethics to fortify
upon me rising masses will deify
an imperfectly square profane guy
skeptic at heart, unsure soul will go skyhigh,
or descend into Dante's inferno,
hmm... methinks hot meal my
olfactory organ doth nasally espy
summat good cooking, therefore aye
got hearty appetite unbearable symptoms
amazingly relieved, that scare did mortify,
now get secular humanist off doggone †
lest he gets cross and promises to nullify
future aery missions...
sidelining death, viz abort... fail... retry
else fans ye will need to pacify,
and posthumous rock star status
martyr on your stained hands
leaving widow whose syrup prize
zing tears unceasingly cry
without spouse to henpeck,
she cannot deny
cuz, body (mine), saintly
nicked peep pulled, tattooed
with apostolic marks
sharp nib she did apply.