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A writer’s words
Thought of wisdom swirling within a writer’s
Brain jaunt jaunty to the fingers,
Fingers alchemy and become words
Words written with fire of passion
Words written with fire of emotion
Spread across the line
Which the writer cannot cross
Spread across the
Word, to where writers never can come across
A writer’s words
A writer’s can make ocean
Dry a day, ocean
In the heart, originated from the eyes
Words that can bring dark to light, words written in verse
Words that can make one commit suicide
Killing bad in him/her
A writer’s words
A writer’s words is a nation
Herself, a nation that makes a nation
Stands on a pool___a pool of reality
She can nurture a person
And fills his/her life with glee
A person becomes a family
A family becomes a community
A community becomes a society
Society becomes a state
And entertain the whole country
A writer’s words
Writer’s word is not by
Energy nor is it by power, but by wisdom___wisdom infused by
God, He made her sharp and strong as metal and
Can shred Mountain of darkness that blocked
The word from seeing her light
Words that come through deep meditation
Words that come in as much breeze exist
Words that come through ability to notion
Words that come through ability to notation
A writer’s words
A writer’s words is a judge
That judge within the readers mind or sense
A writer’s words is a writer
That lives within the writer
To make the writer an entire
Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.
Without heads his horse and he ride
across the countryside
His head in hand they roam the land
none live where he abides.
A rush of blood, a gory spree
will take the sight of man,
then off they gallop wild and free
Dullahan, head in hand.
Here’s hoping he don’t call your name
for that would be worse by far
your soul would flee and fly with he
a soul as black as tar.
Carry your gold for I am told
this alone does he fear
and we can watch as he rides by
come give us a kiss now, me dear.
The winsome lass took his strong hand
and down the lane they walked
as in the distance hedgerows fired
and hooves clapped as they talked.
The sound drew near, a gate flew wide
the lassie shrieked and ran
so only her randy lad was
taken by Dullahan.
So, don’t think to woo by moonlight
near the shore in Galway
Dullahan hunts with cruel sight
each wayward soul a stray.
*While no-one knows for certain how the Dullahan originated, it is thought that he is the embodiment of the Celtic fertility god, Crom Dubh, who was worshiped by an ancient king of Ireland, Tighermas. Each year, Tighermas sacrificed humans to Crom Dubh, and the usual method was decapitation. The worship of Crom Dubh ended in the sixth century, when Christianity came to Ireland.
* music in About the Poem
Poet: D. Guzzi
Mothman, Nessie, Ogopogo and Sasquatch,
too many people say they’ve seen them.
Do they exist?
That’s the big question.
Skin walkers, have their fame near a ranch,
but do you really want to see one?
Spring heeled Jack will terrorize
many anxious folks in the woods;
are cryptids man made or
perhaps just Nature’s beasts?
Maybe they originated from genetic experimentation
Or are the results of cloning;
whatever beings they may be,
man should leave them alone.
The world of science wants to kill and dissect them;
It’s not a good idea;
every life on Earth is precious and unique;
all have a birthright to live and be free.
They harm no one, unless in self-defense.
Studying them in labs would be a sad disservice when studying them in the wild would provide so much more knowledge.
Some claim they’re inter-dimensional or an alien race,
but still others believe they’re angels or demons.
It’s really not our business;
we should respect life enough to leave them be.
Opening up Pandora’s Box is never a good idea.
When man split the atom, they doomed all life;
research Frankenstein’s, always do more harm than good.
“Live and let live”, is a motto I used to hear
all of the time;
it has disappeared over the last couple of decades but,
it’s an ultimate truth.
Life has many wondrous mysteries;
they make it more interesting and
once we know everything;
well, life could get boring
to the level of stagnation.
Whatever, whomever they really are;
leave them be and they will leave us be.
Silence originated a scent-
But it fades up-tempo
When real strength walks in.
One move like victory in rise and fall
Steps thumping the ground like a warning,
Revising the mandates with every swagger.
One spray courage like a crown-
Radiant, lucid powerful enough to shift the
Leeway.
Every inhale is affirming space, crisp enough
To make the horizon rise with one.
Silence be funky sporadically-
Truth incarcerated too long in the lightness,
Soone step in, unshaken, untwisted,
Unequivocal.
One deodorize the Silence with one's voice-
Velvet thunder, golden fragments and
Triumphant enough to change the gust of air.
Little tradition based on folk art and literature
Now surpasses the elite tradition in Vedas
Fah lah lah lah where dowries are often given back.
Where the Raksha Bandhan festival originated
Now celebrated on Full Moon day of Shravana
Sisters express devotion to their brothers
Their sworn protectors for life
Fah lah lah lah a festival steeped in tradition.
By placing shoots of barley on their heads
or tying tassel plums of thread on their wrists
Domestic priests of Kishan Garhi utter a blessing
For which they are rewarded with cash
Fah lah lah lah Where is my brother’s rakhi?
Sisters are brought back to village of origin for ceremony
They can honor a voluntary kin if they have no brothers
Jesus Christ came to save His own
a people elected to inherit salvation
chosen by His father before eternity
revealed in God's plan of redemption
This salvation came from God's love
sent Jesus to pay the price of sin
there on Calvary's cross gave His life
our redemption Jesus died to win
This occurred over 2000 years ago
but God offers His mercy to sinners all
if they would repent of all their sins
and be truly obedient to His call
God originated this in eternity
for His great love for lost mankind
on the cross in Christ He died
there lost sinners true life they find
Here you have God's master plan
so man can escape God's awful wrath
run to the saviour for His mercy
He'll keep you safe to walk His path
(Hebrew 7:25; "He s able to save to the uttermost all those who come to God through him") (KJV)
May showers are brewing underneath the clouds and the temperature keeps bouncing up and down the ocean floor and the pregnant skies drips water from inside and my heart is singing a sweet lullaby.
Lightning flashes across the horizon, hitting street and burning up bodies in the cemetery waking up souls that have gone before and elevating them to the top of the tree.
The cracking trees cries from the distance and a thunderous storm breaks yonder, filling rivers, dams and the streams and soaked my pillows eroding my midnight dream.
It was like the clouds were dancing in the skies with a passion originated in the grounds pulling the leaves from the tree and scattering them on the ground and the mutation begins.
I have never felt this way before, something strange was walking about the shore, I peeped in the binocular to get a glimpse of it but something in the distance start making a strange sound and all of a sudden I saw a barge of bird start flying around in a circle opening in a straight line and flew away in V shape.
I search for a symbolic meaning but in split seconds a sudden rush of wind creeps in and the birds began to sing. It is the kind of melody you hear in the safari when the wild animals meet and danger lurks in the street.
You search diligent for an escape route and saddle up in a new pair of shoes, but the times passes quietly and my mind continue to stretch across the wilderness and a voice in the distance keeps calling.
A voice in the distance has a story to tell, the voice in the distance is crying out for help, the voice in the distance is struggling against the wave, can you hear the sound from the underground the voice is coming from there and it is resonating all over the town.
The voice in distance is climbing in the tree, the voice in the distance is looking for me, the voice in the distance is climbing the mountain, the voice in the distance is me.
Keep searching, I am stuck between the rock and the mountain, if you dig deeper, you will find me.
We are a country of diversity…
We may have originated from different places…
we may have different cultures, different traditions…
wear different clothing…have different faces…
We may not always understand what each other is saying…
who we love, the way we live…or what God to whom we are praying.
But…when you stop to think about it…
we can’t help but to proclaim:
despite all of our differences…we are basically…the same.
Being born exactly who we are is something we didn’t choose.
Certain traits we can’t surrender….
can’t give up…forget…or lose.
But there is a choice which we can make…
that helps determine our ultimate destiny…our fate.
We can choose to love…
or we can choose to hate.
Our diverse country stands divided on what exactly makes us great…
with people on both sides claiming they are the ones who love…
and it’s the other side who hates.
Ultimately…it does not matter what we think…how adamantly….how strong
Love knows which of us are right…and which of us are wrong.
On the eve of this election…may we look deep into our hearts
and may it be true love we choose….
because with love we have so much to gain…
and with hate…so much to lose.
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Mine precious indulgerz uv write(mine')..this form,
posted here on the Soup...I'd read it's scribe, yet, i must
share this with y'all firstly; many an artist, change original
forms to suit their writes...okay, i am not front ya judging
...it never crossed my mind 'til this pros to y'all.
Anywho, this form "Jueju" originated in China, it
dates back unto the Tang Dynasty....enough uv that...
a piece uv knowledge: "Jueju" wuz a terse message in
poetic form (4linez mine fellowz) many times; love promises
back and forth 'twixt lovers promised in marriage living
great distances from each other, or sad moments apart, or
unforeseen circumstances preventing their together... keeping
the romance alive though in their speak. Likewise, families
separated for long periods uv time. Their Jueju were transported
back and forth by courier.
Much love y'all ;)
Thoughts..
We all have them..
Thoughts are with us all of the time..
Time of awakening..
Moment you open your eyes..
Precisely before you go into a deep slumber..
Our thoughts will
In fact effect our dream state..
Our thoughts occur constantly..
Simultaneously..
As our minds race..
And speeds rapidly
Faster then the speed of light..
Set on overdrive..
Time after time
Day after day..
Moment by moment
Second by second..
Repetitive actions on our part..
Repetition, repetition, repetition
Thoughts will be positive..
Thoughts will be negative..
Thoughts arrive from within..
Originated from your inner world..
Will in turn effect your outer world
Without a human thought..
Life as we know it..
Wouldn't be life..
Thoughts turn into beliefs..
Thus then your beliefs..
Create your own reality..
The power of thoughts are surreal..
Empowerment resides in thoughts..
We have accomplished tremendously..
We have invented
Innovative technology pouring and flowing from a brilliant mind..
We have changed the world..
We have literally moved many mountains..
We have created..
We will create
Continue to create..
Foundations of our inner worlds..
Deep inside ourselves
The origination of our thoughts..
Which is..
We give birth to our thoughts
A thought is born..
Along the way
There is an idea..
Ideas manifests..
It all started with just a thought..
A thought has been born..