Long Unrest Poems
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year nineteen sixty
killed in language disturbance
my lovely father
he left five offspring
my two sisters three brothers
along with mother
uncle looked after
he was of mixed character
sweet sour both given
my eldest brother
more than a politician
tries to unrest me
all have families
good with two sisters only
two sons God's given
one's sound engineer
very new in Music's field
resides at Mumbai
other's Ll.M
just passed ready for practice
now He is with me
my lovely house wife
cooks food and enjoys T.V
i write poetry
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I feel trapped, like a cloud lost among the hills of memory,
And if I told you this, maybe you'd give me a gentle pat on the shoulder,
Saying it will be fine, but beneath my words yawns an abyss,
An ocean of unrest stretched beneath my skin, like spilled ink.
I wonder if you would truly understand, if you could feel,
This earth's glue sticking my soul to the night's mud,
Sandy soil staining my clothes, making me look at the empty sky,
Pleading with the stars to take me back, to wrench me from this prison.
If I told you my heart, once iron, now fragile as an illusion,
Yearns for the Moon's embrace, where no one would make me feel unwanted,
Where I would belong, not be the ugly duckling, not be the black sheep,
Would you have mercy on me and hold me? Would you make me feel at home?
Or would you too make me feel unwanted? In the stream of my consciousness,
Thoughts flow like an endless river, I wonder if anyone could understand,
The desire to escape to a place where I need not pretend,
Where I don’t have to swallow my words and hide my dreams in torn pockets.
If I told you my soul feels empty, that I've left a cold home,
That my emotions are victims of time, that my heart has never been heavier,
Would you still pat me gently on the back and say, “It’s okay”?
In this monologue of the soul, I seek an answer among the silent stars.
A lost sheep wanders...
The shepherd once wonder;
In the jungle of silent Lion,
If not already fed upon
To satisfying hunger.
The shepherd ponders...
If his route wasn't a blunder-
To search or rather go to zion,
Where spirit over flesh won
When time is still younger.
A David; absent,
The day is now frank:
Gradually near to the dark,
To become more scary in search
Of unrest sheep, hope seek.
A Samson confront...
The nightmare, light prank
Seductively to disembark
From searching... to try church,
While strength isn't yet weak.
As far as it pains;
As much as its gains...
Of persistent tease, you pull,
Makes desirous victory be full
Vigorous try, daily attains.
Repent America, for your 7 great abominations. Like Ancient Nineveh, you have also shed innocent blood,
you adulterous and ungrateful drunkards. You have forsaken God for another. Your Apathy is telling and your heart has grown cold.
The Eclipse of 2017 crossed 7 Salems, which stands for Jerusalem. This Elcipse on April 8, 2024 will cross 7 Ninevehs. Like Nineveh, was, America is now. Nineveh repented before judgment came. Will you repent, America?
Shall God indeed bring you low,
so that you can be saved?
I am wondering if like in 1811 where there was a lunar eclipse two weeks before a Solar Eclipse then massive earthquakes, 1 being 8.8, and the Mississippi River changed its direction for three hours. Will we go that route again or will the total enslavement and murderous unrest and lawlessness, take its place?
Where the two Eclipses of 2017 and 2024 will intersect is a place called Little Egypt. A land that endured plagues for the sin of slavery. They seek to enslave Jerusalem again and will you turn your back on her? God has told you not to part his Land.
Will He part this Land, America as a recourse for adultery with the UN whore who is against Jerusalem?
Will America have its Nineveh moment?
We will know in not a long proximity to April 8, what is in store.
What do you say?
What do you believe?
Whom do you serve?
Repent.
?A focal point is a center of interest ,
?Just one look at you puts me in a state of unrest .
?I'm drawn to you as a moth is to light,
?We are the sun and moon in sight ,
?Different but shine as bright.
?
?You can call it love or obsession ,
?But you are the center of my attention.
?Your image and your words linger in my deepest thoughts.
?What can one do with a heart that is caught.
?I tried so hard but in the end love fought.
?
?Your fragrance sticks around evoking thoughts of you.
?Before I knew it I had fallen for you.
?I turned into love's fool as I smile thinking of you.
?A blank canvas like mine had never witness such colors.
?You are a subject of my art not seen by others.
?
?That smile of yours carries aura that uplifts my soul .
?For you have stolen my peace of mind making me lose control.
?Once my focus is on you , I see nothing beyond the ocean.
?I surrender to you, my heart and the lingering emotion.
?Looking into your eyes is like diving into the depth of an ocean.
?
?You are a book I never dared to read,
?I refuse to move before you take the lead.
?A contrast of personality but a strong attraction.
?You are the center of my attention,
?You are becoming an interesting distraction
?
To give my upset mind some rest,
once I went to a forest at my mom’s behest.
There I saw a beautiful nest,
built by a bird with a crest.
The bird had a colorful breast;
I observed it with pure zest.
To it I was an uninvited guest;
and my presence it couldn’t digest.
It flew to the east and the west;
I was the cause for its unrest;
my sojourn there, for it was a real test.
Finally sensing its candid request,
I left the place, wishing it all the best!
Emotions picked: fear, despair
Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date: 20-08-2022
In a corner of the world where dreams break in waves of silence,
And shadows dance on the edge of a heart too full,
In a sea of thoughts that pour like a river of unrest,
I stand and unravel into thousands of threads of longing and regret.
My soul, a canvas of stars that ignites and fades,
In a time that knows neither beginning nor end.
My eye sees the sky and the earth as a single breath,
While my heart pleads not to be misunderstood.
Sometimes the light within me splits like a rainbow,
But other times clouds gather, heavy, over my inner horizon.
I seek my balance on the thin line between joy and sorrow,
And in every moment I lose myself, find myself, disperse.
I am just a soul trying to find peace in the storm,
A person with flaws finely woven into the fabric of their existence.
And though I strive, sometimes I get lost in my own labyrinth,
Waiting to be understood, to be loved, to be forgiven.
In this world of shadows and lights that mix endlessly,
I cry to the heavens not to be misunderstood, to be accepted.
For deep within me, intentions are as pure as a mountain spring,
And my plea rises like an ancient song to the stars.
It's changing.....
Vastly and speedily before our eyes
O, Mother Gaia
Kali to Satya
A cyclic continuum...
Vestiges of a time before
Conspicuously and inconspicuously transitioning to
a new lore
From 'Iron' to 'Golden'
To new from olden
O, Mother Gaia
Kali to Satya
Social unrest, immorality, and stygian clouds
abound
A dark place where peace and love just
can't be found
But a new one is to come...
And it's far away from
Away from Kali...
To the golden truth and sincerity
No more masks will be worn in an occult-riddled
Gaia
Soon golden rays will shine light on the darkness in the
Dawn of Satya
Gone are the days of feeling smooth, like the wind passing by and taking all of our worries.
Gone are the days of knowing things will be okay, we are back in times that make us feel worry and unrest.
The days are now strange with unknown paths, some lead us to dark and strange paths.
Life has moved into strange and uncomfortable times, some hate God, some have no God, some love God with all of their heart.
Gone can make us feel alone, make us think of what kind of a life are we in.
Money is the path people follow, they want to find money on every corner, leading them to a life of chase, chasing paths that lead us to death.
Some we see are way to gone, they will never return to a path that is well, they chase a feeling for money, for control, for all the things that are material.
So, stay aware and stay on a perfect path, love, forgive and never get lost.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
HATE is a very strong word I like the soft words
HATE is awful why not show consideration
HATE leads to unrest I like the peace
HATE leads to hostility friendship is a joy
HATE means war why kill, when we can love
The world is full of HATRED let`s share the world with happiness
A-L Andresen :)
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28.July 2012