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Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns.
Population cultivation of shrapneled bones.
My thoughts, mine, alone.
My as she helixed the change
of elixired kool aid and iced earth,
Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal sun;
To be or not to be undone.
Dangled as a charm over my eyes,
walled popularity,
that rivit ring resurrection machine gun
@A rising force of risen suns,
from the sea of emptiness
@circlet chain fire testing this blue toothed,
teething proofs of brainwashing that is being done.
Cutting me tooths on techlobotomy future suturies,
filling with bad blood,
of milk undone into channels of soured diversities.
Blasphemies abreast of Bathory, Borden,
Mystopheles.
Metaspinions on bile for birth of strange aeons and late night gerd.
Storied olde.
Waking death, rebirth, federation,
mental masturbation, folly, jolly rogered
as if it depends on.
A friend, so I have heard,
fair weather turns cold.
“To be, or not to be?” asks Hamlet's soul,
a mind transfixed between the depths below
and life's thin, airy hold: this desperate role,
I still play; although, from despair I know
that meaning consists neither in wealth, pleasure,
nor youth, might, thought: not even in great power!
But in the feet of this poem's solemn measure,
the answer is found: 'tis life, by whose Flower
the gift of meaning is through your love's labor,
the purpose for which you were made and reborn.
In this fact, take heart and faint not nor waver;
but seize at last your life's prize unforlorn!
Though Hamlet ponders still the sleep of death,
I breathe the Flower's scent with life's every breath.
I asked my grandson if he knew
Which writer, long ago,
Had a birthday on this date
But Henry didn’t seem to know.
He’s the world’s most famous author,
People everywhere agree.
You ever hear the line that goes,
“To be or not to be?”
In second grade they haven’t learned
What Shakespeare did produce,
So Henry thought real hard and said,
“Could it be Dr. Seuss?”
I smiled at such a thoughtful guess
(And Dr. Seuss would, too!)
But I was happy Shakespeare
Was a name at least he knew.
*Once again, Poetry Soup wouldn’t let me use
my real title: Shakespeare’s Birthday. Guess my
poem called “Special Characters” didn’t help!
THE VIEW
(SADLY)
I can't believe he has to be a poet
To tell you how he feels
Maybe he does not know
When words are written on paper
does not mean your wounds
are going to heal properly
To be or not to be?
That is the question you should ask.
The man should never call himself a poet
Unless he has lived, learn, lost, and gained it back
The man who writes good poetry
In my eyes is a man of art
He can paint you anything without a paintbrush
This man I call a poet, with a colorful heart
Using all his manly skills
He is way ahead of the ordinary man
Leaving the imagination, filling the soul with chills
aroused ------- he calls for me
While (I) the woman swims in tears
She finds herself helpless
Without a man, she thinks she is lost, nowhere to be found
The secret of the female
When she is broken
She begins to feel and thinks life is over
Little does she know her time will come
When the time calls
The lady is stronger than ever
One thing I learned about a lady
You better respect her (me)
Don't destroy (my) her better days
She will crumble you
She will crush you where it hurts
This is my demo to all ya poetry freaks
Keep it real!!
Don't steal my words.
I have feelings too:)
by:PD
“To be, or not to be?” asked Hamlet's soul,
a mind transfixed between looming limbo
and life's thin, airy hold; this loathsome role,
philosophers and poets have played (though
some now sleep). Not wealth, nor the lap of pleasure,
nor thought, strength, health, youth, nor unbridled power,
nor in the feet of this poem's solemn measure,
can be found the answer: life's but a flower,
a precious gift, that lives for a short time.
Still, enjoy its frail beauty and brief glory
while it's here, for in life all that's sublime
and dark in this world is just transitory.
None can say for sure if the sleep of death
is g'ntler than life: so, cherish every breath.
Style speaks
Charm hurls voice
Cinqku profound
Understanding transcends
Surprise
Heed now
Sensorial
Feel nature spark
Movement in mundane glimpse
Blossoms
Smile sweet
In plain sight
Love light aglow
Live with sun and shadow
Blessings
Sensuous
Curvy lines
Kamasutra
Adrenaline pleasure
Rapture
Live wire
Electric
Feisty field trip
Quantum soup reflection
Wonder
A maze
In a daze
Wander in craze
Grandeur and splendour ace
Bright gaze
Look now
Deep within
Go deeper still
Beyond sure heart and will
Reveal
Venture
Adventure
Avoid censure
Measure beyond measure
Pleasure
Without
Not within
Vain disclosure
Dementia attending
Mindless
Warm gift
Momento
Downtown shopping
Branded goods selling cheap
Loose change
Calm cheer
Sits right here
Twirl of sweet spheres
Sensory upheaval
Touching
Hello
Keep in touch
Before the end
Tunnels jolt twist and turn
Goodbye
Tour group
China calls
Holiday trip
Glorious getaway urge
Five stars
Airport
Leaving now
Will be back soon
To be or not to be
Hurling
Report
Nameless
Missing person
Don't know what's happening
Query
Reason
Beyond rhyme
Problem puzzle
Jigsaw metaphor crafts
Unsolved
Twin hearts
Craft one love
Affair pleasures
Climbing up mountain top
Lasting
Lovely
Sensorial
Erotica
Primal pleasure mosaic
Climax
Nonsense
Unspoken
He says, she says
No one knows the ending
Nowhere
Words cite
New version
Verse craft wordplay
Awkward words in patchwork
Contest
Downpour
Flooding rain
Sudden wetness
Drenching weather report
Dowry
Live well
Touch and tell
Plain policy
Blossoming signature
Pleasing
Leon Enriquez
18 Mar 2014
Singapore
AFFILIATION TO WHOSE LAW
If I was law unto myself
What would I be?
Where would I go?
What would I say?
Would I in such a way
Be free?
Or be shown a dark
And narrow path,
Which would purposely
Divert my way?
Would it excite me,
To greet each day
With confidence,
That my every deed
My every word, would
Like a sunshine ray,
Light up my being,
Console my need?
Would I enjoy to grip
Reality and face
War and love and hate,
All on my own,
It seems a lonely trip
The solitude of being alone!
Being a law only onto myself,
Would enable to keep the key
To live my life,
I'd choose to never
Have to strife,
For precious little time
We have,
In this fast moving train
Insane,
Happiness, sorrow and pain
Melt into one!
But being a solitary soul
Could be exploited
By one and all,
Should I succumb to a
World that’s disunited,
And steadily begin
My downwards fall!
What must I do,
Live according
To my own law,
A great many think
That this is wrong,
To be or not to be,
Which decision has
The flaw?
I don’t want either
I keep telling me,
The answer becomes clear,
Only with His Law
Will I be strong!
Time kisses each upon a cheek with timeless teeth of smile.
Even hungry mice as we, who walk in other’s shoes a mile.
Along the empires’ ridge we stroll with nighttime sky, engaged.
Impoverished, as our brethren watch, with hearts aflame, enraged.
Stories we disguise in different form, atoms shifting in chaotic dance.
Clothing manifested from our storm, a destiny some see as only chance.
Slim silhouettes of matchsticks burning, one or in a pack.
Knots untying, unifying all the envy that we lack.
Broken, born, or lost as halves; to be or not to be,
Whatever cost to make each other into whole, you see;
Solutions searching randomly, ingredients like dust
Upon a chalkboard scribbled fierce, as snow-white rust
Or written clear, on pages here,
And then erased.
Shall I find this moment of my death cold
To chose life, for life's sake, my kingdom lost
A valiant decision, to be so bold
Rather to weigh the righteousness, the cost
This barren field plowed by legacy's blood
Now corrupt by darker skies, without sun
To slay this solemn heart, in shallow mud
To lay cold and feeling the life blood run
Has my spirit fell upon earth so weak?
To gather strength, to flee this ancient ground
And learn to live less a king, life unique
To be a ghost, among the shadows found
Shall I chose to drown in life's rushing tide
Shall I chose to masquerade and hide
for the contest Shakespeare
4/27/14
My Faith Shines, Parting Stars like Holy Moses
Never Undaunted, I'm Heroic Focused
Zero Sheckles for my soul, I Break Chains Of Slavery
Toppling Mountains with Chivalrous Bravery,
No Ocean Too Dark, No Sky Too High
I Breach the Ethers, Wings Wide towards the Heavenly Skies,
Propelled Ever-Forward
Quenched in Ambrosia, Nectar of the Super Soldiers,
My Aspirations Flow Into the Eternal River Of Revolution
A GLORIOUS VICTORY! Destined for Restitution
Destined for Absolution
I Resonate in Octillion Light Hertz for Evolution,
I AM a Metric Ton of Impeccable Gold
Blazing Noble Paths Eight Fold,
Full Steam Ahead, The Fire Within I Trust
Belief in this is the Solar Thrust,
So Know Thy Self and Yee Shall Know Truth
Know Thy Sacred Flame, the Fire that Burns Within You
To Thy soul, Be True Always
To Thy Universe, Be Within You so Glisten like a Starsage
and so, Let Thy Light Shine, Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
Parting Stars, Reach Ever-Higher, Ever-Skyward
Flow with the Wind and be at ONE
from Night into Knight and Rise Like The Sun,
Let Thy Eye be of Wisdom, the Keys To Infiniti
To Be Or Not To Be Forever In Eternity