Long Representation Poems
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Peace is a word that mankind likes to throw around, but since the beginning of creation man has always had a warring spirit, always trying to conquer their fellow human beings.
Traveling Worldwide to do it, this elusive dream of peace from the powerful is a false representation to the people, while the mighty plunder the world for their personal gain.
It is so prevalent today with technology and everything right in front of our eyes, even with that they say that what you see and hear is false, the people with power are cowards and life to them is about profit nothing more nothing less!
Peace is but a word to throw around to fool the people and make themselves feel good, until pain comes to their doorsteps.
Peace can be attained if mankind genuinely wanted it, but for them it is an interval between wars, war is profit, "to hell with human life" peace could happen if they wanted it, "but they don't."
Loving your neighbors means nothing in this World unless you have power over them, mankind people of power have forgotten that there is a Creator who is in charge, not them nor their billions and in his time we will all pay the price for the horror's that we inflict on each other.
Peace is not elusive; we just have to truly want it.
My dearest Linda, speak into me!
I love the way you tell things incredibly.
Your lovely grins turn my whole world,
A depiction of wisdom with your words.
As beautiful as purple dripping rain,
Your sweet lips make a lucid flame.
You’re my Bella who wears a bright bliss,
Matching that hair waving in a smooth breeze.
Flash your smile like a never-ending story,
You walk into fire without a single fury.
A woman with vision who I admire,
Keeps me electrified like a dancing wire.
My dearest Linda, speak into me!
Inspire me till the whole world will see…
You’re the representation of good will,
Few words are inadequate to instill.
They were just venting
Needed someone to talk to
As time goes by
The pile of lessons built high
Emotional, worries
The time lapsed
The journey seemed long
All sources are gone.
Venting through technology
Social gatherings amongst
Studies of Sociology, and Psychology
Education overwhelmed
Grades were just passing
All other subjects did not matter.
Until one-day classes were dismissed
The time had come
Another day beginning
Now near the ending
The lessons and tests were done.
Final tests, final grades, one hundred
Graduation day amazed.
Studies of hard work
Years of education
Communication, Appreciation
Awesome submitted applications
Extraordinary resumes
Determination, Evaluation
Expectation, representation.
Six figure salary
Businesses established
Opened a blessed Art Gallery.
Multiple businesses were created
They made it.
The passing test.
Note: For the person that seems like education is getting overwhelming and hard. Striving, and doubting? Do your best. Passing tests. Thesis created.
You were drawn to its contours
worn smooth by the elements
over eons of existence;
cream colored and streaked with grayish blue
with its scattering of sparkle -
ensconced in the sand
special amongst the many on the rocky beach
a souvenir from the shore
of the day we walked in its mist
and the wind blew our footsteps
this way and that way
as well as our thoughts
while we reminisced…
now..
it is where you left it;
stoic
and sentimental
it stands vigil
on the small windowsill
overlooking the pathway to my door
awaiting your return
my beloved daughter
...as it patiently endures
it is the perfect representation
of
my heart
Susan Ashley
July 30, 2018
Embracing the idea that to "hear no beauty, see no beauty, be no beauty" is to overlook the true essence of a rose. A rose is not merely a flower or a collection of blooming buds; it embodies a profound inner calmness and purity. It serves as a striking representation of a seductive figure, with its ovary dispersing seeds that give rise to future generations of beauty.
This powerful imagery underscores the role of a rose in nurturing life and inspiration. Beauty is not just a superficial attribute; it is a divine promise, a gift from God destined for all women in the land. We must recognize and honor the vibrancy of beauty, as exemplified by the striking "red fluffy mustard rose," which captures the essence of resilience and allure in nature.
Hear no beauty, see no beauty be no beauty
Today is built on chance.
The ideal of a better tomorrow.
And still I love you.
Though every day can't be as perfect as the last.
It's made perfect for all the little things you do.
And still I love you.
The foundation of tomorrow begins with today.
And if blessed with longevity.
I'll still faithfully love you.
Although there will be times when I press your last button.
And other times when you can't stand the sight of me.
You should always be convinced, that I love you.
It's not because my heart doesn't have a brain.
Or the fact your face is so beautifully complexed.
In truth my heart shouldn't always need a reason to recognize it's
living, breathing representation.
Even if your mad a time or two.
Your still the reason life tastes so great.
And I'll still faithfully love you
I was awakened from a sound sleep --
the room yet unlit -- sat up on the side
of the bed, more of a spirit sense
of doing so, for there was also a
feeling of body-paralysis. Finding myself
attentive, I was greeted by the
awareness of a being standing before me,
though I cannot describe an actual
face nor sex: "Take this", I was handed
a scarab, clay-type representation. "Eat it!",
I hesitated...but found myself incapable of
refusing. I brought the beetle toward my
mouth, seeming more of essence
rather than actual physical form.
I ingested the object, sort of
an instant inhale, feeling the thing
immediately come alive in my heart-area.
The entity motioned to my high right, a
lighted blurb appeared in the totally
darkened room, that of a biblical
doom-shaped, white building – inside the brilliant
portal beamed a light of intensity I could
not even begin to measure, a brilliant, huge,
golden goblet inside was quite visible, as I rose
up toward it, sort floating, no power
to resist. "Drink". I looked inside
the gleaming vessel, filled with blood
to my horror. I replied, no, I do not want to
do anything wrong or evil. "Drink...it's
Ok". I could not stop, as my head
lowered. Then I awoke, lying in bed,
having never been quite the same since,
moving closer and closer to Christ
awareness, and a sense of mission. Why
do I share this? I don't know. Not certain.
Must be a reason. Do I walk on
water now? No! Do I feel special? Not in
an egotistical sense. You decide.
Insane? Fooled by evil? No evil has
come of it that I am aware of.... Only good.
Trust is something that is
Non tangible
Loyalty is something that is
Accumulated
Be careful who you associate yourself with
What am I talking about?
The core ingredients of
A relationship
Admitting it,
Integrity is something that represents
You
Principles is something that analyzes
Yourself
Be careful on how you learn from your mistakes
What am I talking about?
The factors of building
Oneself
Digesting it,
Love is something that is
Felt
Friendship is something that is
Worked on
Be careful on who you let in
What am I talking about?
The foundation of
Togetherness
Acknowledging it
You are under arrest for terrorism.
You will be treated as an enemy combatant.
You do not have the right to remain silent.
You do not have the right to an attorney or any representation,
and anything that you say or do,
will be used as evidence against you.
You will be placed at an undisclosed location.
most likely for your life's duration.
You do not have the right to notify or contact anyone.
You have no rights at all when it comes to terrorism.
You can even get arrested simply out of suspicion.
I used to protest and organized rallies,
but not so much anymore since the powers that we allow to be,
have deemed such behaviour as possible terrorist activity.
Beautiful white doves fly above the deep blue sky..
Doves the color of white..
White feathers
Soft and pure..
Doves fly so gracefully..
Soaring freely across the universe..
A representation of freedom exists upon the deep blue sky..
Tasting freedom
Smelling freedom..
Feeling freedom..
For I am blessed..
I am swimming in graciousness..
Drowning in freedom I am..
One shall never forget a life of..
Restraits..
Of which..
Is Limited..
Hidden behind walls..
Tucked away from all..
Stuck in a corner alone..
Intoxicated by isolation..
Smothered in my own captivation..
Many doses of lonliness surrounds..
Beautiful white doves soaring so high..
Flying freely..
So full of grace..
Elegant..
Visions of beauty
An abundance of peacefulness..
I am free..
Free as the beautiful white doves..