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In essence and of the essence,
Immanent and fundamental unit of my life,
A substance of every gene inherent,
Is quintessence of your love .
A prismatic flower that blossoms in my heart,
Blush on face, rosiness, vigor and enthusiasm,
How can I evade its eternal cologne,
Is essence of your love.
A hormonic in my mind and soul,
Root of chord that resonates to the tune of music,
A cardinal rule intrinsic, cannot escape the melody,
Is essence of your love.
Part and parcel of my being that ever exists,
Resilient in my nature of the beast,
The nub of every story that enchants,
Is essence of your love.
Written by Dr. Upma A. Sharma
On 30/1/14
Now entered for contest "Your best love poem#2" by SKAT A
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GO TO BE IN YOUR MIST THE 1HA THAT SIGNIFIES ALL IS ONE OR ALL AS ONE MEANING ALL MEMBERS ARE ALWAYS ONE UNIT NO MATTER WHAT YOU HAVE IT BELONGS TO THE FOLK NATION IF YOU DISAGREE YOU ARE EXTORTED THESE GANG THREATS TODAY COMING DIRECTLY FROM OLD HEADS OR FRESH OUT OF PRISON BEING EXPOSED AN FBI INFORMANT CAN BE VERY DANGEROUS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND FEMALE AGENT EXPOSED MY IDENTITY ON THE STREETS AND BEHIND BARS WHEN GANGS ARE RELEASED THEY COME TO COLLECT FROM ALL MEMBERS AND THERE FAMILIES ALL IS 1 IN CYPRESS LAKES 1 GOOD THING I SUPPOSE SECURITY LARRY HOOVER PROVIDING SECURITY COULD MEAN NO MORE HOME INVASIONS AND HEIST UPON MY HOME
MY BELOVED REMOTE
I sat om my remote unit after a tiresome day at work
so tired was i that i let myself go and it broke into two
i am spying our receptionist TD remote with much envy
just lying there on the reception desk no one catering it
remotes very strange gadgets only superficially understood
small but very powerful just watch a man fiddle the gadget
you will realize its a symbol of power an status in social setup
i broke mine humbly i suffer the indignity of a manual system
i have to leave the warmth of my couch blanket and tap loved tv..
the few pitiful buttons are now supposed to substitute my "gadget"
its a gadget of technology whose worth few appreciate till broken
suffering humiliation of punching the four buttons on actual tv set
they have now gone digital migration and a tvs menus reads as thou
its the encyclopedia Britannic we need tutor-age to decipher manual
that's why i keep eyeing TD remote for you never know the day that
i will need a replacement seeing that market is flooded with imitations
the orient guys are flooding the market with cheap fake imitations
driving the lovely gadget to a low life expectancy it suffereth in silence
i love my gadgets and the remote guarding them jealously for loss is grief
to them lazy bones claiming fatigue now being tortured to leave warm 'duve'
Lewis k nyaga
19/01/2015
Form:
Nope! I haint gonna crack'n on the heat... just yet
until the cowed chickens come home to roost!
Sunlight streaming thru window
body electric of mine doth whet
begets hardiness to acclimate
against PECO shut off threat
ideal opportunity to spouse
analogous to her being my emotional pet
snuggling while standing in kitchenette
but accidental twerking
can guarantee yours truly
(me) being recipient of epithet.
I bundle up to stay warm
inside my cold man cave
particularly as average outside temperature
for November twentieth
two thousand and twenty three
hovers between high and low
fifty degrees fahrenheit
nearly brisk enough to see my breath.
I and/or the imaginary paramour
take our separate showers
during warmest hours of the day
less optimal to engage
in neighborly horseplay,
but more ideal for mistress (ha)
to pad around the unit donning her lingerie,
which nonverbally signals
(and greenlights)
more than voluminous words,
hence, I seal lips of mine
despite sudden aroused frisky urge
to burble exhibiting
debauched casanova behavior
accompanied courtesy illustrative
of suave debonair popinjay
rerouting spontaneous seduction today
indicative of throbbing
bulbous anatomical appurtenance,
which protrusion nullifies necessity of x-ray
to identify sudden
source of vasocongestion.
During daylight hours fresh air
arbitrarily, humorously, and noiselessly
streams and wafts
thru screened windows
ushering invisible scents
and audible sounds
of the webbed wide world here,
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
our neck of the woods
since seventeenth year
after second century Anno Domini.
Civilizations since time immemorial
revered fiery celestial ball
establishing their respective mythology
which scheme attempted to explain
divine thermonuclear processes
sustaining the nearest star,
which Sol Invictus did enthrall
housing an astronomical object
comprising a luminous spheroid of plasma
held together by self-gravity
within the heavenly vault
divine creator didst install
which supposed movement
in the sheltering sky
signified daytime and nightfall
linkedin with planet earth
a veritable, observable, honorable,
and admirable terrestrial tetherball.
Looking at floor plans what to do
dream of building house brand new
Single story now best for me
two bathrooms, bedrooms three
Master suite with nice en suite
large walk-in closet would be neat
Kitchen with window above sink
walk-in pantry nice I think
Living in tornado alley storm shelter to
big living room, a study with walls of blue
Want a utility room tired of laundry in kitchen
Screen in front porch a must to mention
Like a patio with grill for cooking outdoors
not a swimming pool but green house for sure
Dinning room with table big enough for eight
detach garage with the house is it's mate
Want central heating and air
back up window unit stored as spare
Good storage and a dog room please
dog shower and groom station for ease
Fenced in yard with fence high
big dogs jump think one flies
Floor plans are fun to explore and find
got to win lottery to build dream house of mine.
The fan in my kitchen hums to me, in hot California...
You bet, It doth run most constantly!
The one year old AC unit, is my closest friend!
All corners of this home, are cool, till my
life ends.
The sounds of the kitty when she is so
hungry?
I call that sound, a most blessed luxury.
The notification sound, on my iPad rings,
Reminding me, that I have friends, such
blessed beings.
A poet must honor the sounds of her Keurig
coffee maker.
Be enthusiastic to be alive...you are not
at the undertaker!
The sound of a grandson's laughter is best of all.
Especially, when Grandma,
cannot bend to catch a baseball.
How about the lovely sound a dishwasher makes?
Of that unpleasant work, I need no longer partake.
I'd be much amiss to not mention. actual phone calls.
From my cousins in the Midwest, are the most loving of all!
Bless the great, soothing music that fills the air.
It is my helpmate that is an an aid to penning poetry, and to
white walls, I do not have to stare,
7/21/2021
Salman Abedi
every member of your family support unit
They should be deported and expelled
The mosque in where he learned his satanic verses
rightly it should be bulldozed to the ground only fair
as our Heavenly Father punished Cain who still burns with anger
A temple of Satan condemning others to death
as it breaks His Holy words and law
suicide is an ungodly ritual
Laid down on stone cold thou shalt not kill
God wills it so non believers of His word
Justice supreme unholy is the act carried out
pure evil demonic is the taking of innocent life
hell holds the fury of those hounds scorned
to hate peace forever more snakes of the dark side
consumed with fire
1. The mission is mystical to some people it's mythical,
2. To a kingdom invisible where your morals and principles,
3. Are the keys cause it's spiritual and the doorway is visible,
4. Through the stillness within you knew man is not individuals,
5. But a unit of living proof that Allah is within the Truth,
6. Through religion I'm spiritual cause I live how the Spirit move,
7. Idle worship not sensible it's a trap that division use,
8. And I'm not trying to ridicule but just picture it saving you,
9. God created a miniscule form of Self that you think is you,
10. It's our ego that limits use of Divinity when we choose,
11. To go against golden rule want for them what you want for you,
12. Life's a mirror reflecting you most are blind to this precious view,
13. I know cause I do it too so I'm working on self to prove,
14. That Allah is the Self to choose cause the flesh is a selfish tool,
15. For the devil to bless a fool these illusions are skeptical,
16. It's a flaw but correctable if it's questionable how you move. Amen.
In the soon to be future
they built an A.T.V.
and sent it to Ganymede.
It was ordered to go
here and there,
to dig and scan - it obeyed.
Time passed,
samples were sent back
for analysis.
Eventually NASA diminished,
there were staff depletions.
SpaceX had other projects.
The unit sensed
that it had been abandoned…
needing a purpose, it communicated
with aliens,
kvetching, and disaffected interlopers
hell bent on the annihilation
of Earth.
The moon-buggy (for Ganymede is a moon),
watched as planet earth
went poof,
dispersing like dandelion seeds
on a solar wind.
If the space-cart could have shrugged,
it would have.
There once was a time when that car wasn't mine.
And as far as I was concerned that was just fine.
But then I grew up and I wanted to drive.
And that first weekend made me feel so alive.
A 66 Chevy Impala, four door.
By a young man's standard's, it was something to adore.
But the engine leaked oil.
But my fun it wouldn't spoil.
13 quarts, she did drink those two days.
I know you would think that my heart would just sink.
But my Dad fixed her up in a blink.
An oil sending unit was what she did need.
To stop the incessant oil drinking greed.
I made some nice memories in that splendid car.
Just driving round town, didn't have to go far.
I sold her for just as much as I paid.
That car did me right, to just get betrayed.