Life be uncivilized
Some days,
No heads-up-
Still we walk onward like fire
Won't fold us.
Pain
Runs late,
Lurking,
Long- winded existing
But we keep living like loss
Can't lock our light.
Hope
Hits hard,
Lifting
Low Spirits-
Letting lost legends lean
Back into their vigor.
My Pets Are My Most beautiful and valuable Possessions.
They are the most important things in This selfish world to me.
And when I'm gone, my Spirit will oversee them from the Sky.
They are the greatest gift for me from the Universe......from God.
For Them I am forever Grateful.
They bring such untold happiness, Peace and Joy to my lonely soul.
They ae the greatest Blessing.
May God and the Universe continue to Bless them greatly and dearly.
My Cats are the Love of My Life.
Whenever I see them And I am down, My Spirits immediately get a big lift or boost.
They are my protection from low Spirits- My Spirit Guide.
I love them So. What else can I do? What Else can I say?
I promised them I would never forsake them.
Memories dwell
within low spirits over-
whelmed by suppressed
feelings and unspoken
thoughts that accumulate
into a small ounce
poison juice.
My father craved it,
My mother hates it,
My older brother became
lost in it.
I for one nor hate, craved, or felt lost,
I followed the smell and it lured
me with its delicate scent
and harmless manner.
a sip of its warm
flavor coated
my drained throat,
the taste is somewhat
bittersweet, but
its flames bursts
as it hits
my stomach,
its fragrance strengthens
its resolve causing
my head to spin
in illusive traction,
my body burns
to a hundred degrees,
the intensity latches
onto my lungs
like a bloodsucking
parasite rejuvenating
what's left.
While gasping for air,
I lose consciousness,
blurred vision,
echoes strum
against the walls,
I fall barely holding on,
while whispers travel
along my ears,
as its voice ascends
slowly,
I catch a glimpse
at the shot glass filled
with barrenness,
a once detailed portrait
is now the remains
of a youthful shadow.
light that lights all lights;
bright, radiant smile.
it's the greatest gift
one gives a sad world
it lifts low spirits.
glows like moonlight,
not to mention,
it's contagious;
one gets it back.
shine your light
and see it
reflected
right back
when you...
smile.
When I make my bed,
and find you not by my side,
I can’t get sleep, I feel alone;
You are always on my mind.
Awake every night, finding none
to share my cup of coffee with,
every morning, I feel lonely;
you are always on my mind.
When I sit at the table for dinner,
my appetite dies, seeing you not there,
for serving my most favorite dish;
you are always on my mind.
While watching my favorite movie,
I feel dejected, finding no shoulder
to lean upon my head so fondly;
you are always on my mind.
When I am in my low spirits,
and no one is near me to console,
I feel upset, taking the blame on me;
you are always on my mind.
Wife was feeling neglected and bored.
Hubby hugged her. Her low spirits soared.
She cooed, “Let’s go to bed.”
When he said, “Well, instead,
would you bring me some food?” she was floored.
Soon she came back buck-naked and bold
with a meal. Such a sight to behold!
Hubby said, “Lunch can wait.”
When he went for the bait,
She said, “Not now~~your food would get cold.”
A clump of dried leaves from frail
limbs I failed to nurture,
settling on a page under
my sinking face
with a scent to lift up
the low spirits in me,
such rotten source
blessing me with remedy
The comfort we receive
from the things we couldn't save,
the purpose we gain regardless
an unfulfilled goal,
and the Love I'll always keep
even after the passing
are these propitious testaments
I can't trade for resentments
-Nicola An
Mates at loggerheads to blow the intensity
a spirited fight from determined hearts quite quarrelsome
there’s always a plan, a track to follow
dying minutes give both sides reasons to fluster
one is exalted, the other temporarily doomed
trounced is the confidence, the most affected victim
the battle was destined the other way de jure
painful is the sight of them licking the candy
losing, definitely comes with no absolute criterion
one volcanic tussle that came agonizingly so close
denting the shape of an already telling testimonial
celebrations of the other, creating a clear septum
in the spirit of sportsmanship, respected is the contest
back to the drawing board the low spirits deliberate
to win gold when the next whistle is blown.
Blue is labelled a moody color of low spirits.
But so many beautiful things are of this hue.
Like wavy oceans with streaks of silver that fuel us.
Cornflower-iris -prairie bells garnishing our hearts.
The blue gaze of newborns harboring the purest love.
A robin's egg that will soon turn into nestled song.
Sapphire skies that bring us closer to our loving God.
Keeping galaxies and pink granite dreams aloft.
Blue is not a hue of the down and lowly,
but a splash of peace, tranquility, and hope.
May is April's enemy,
May brings us beautiful flowers,
April is not so nice,
Since her forte is showers.
Lush green lawns appear in May,
April storms just seem to stay,
May trees leaf and fill the sky,
April trees still bare and dry.
The air in May is sweet with perfume,
Of lilacs, tulips, and daffodils too.
Not many flowers in April are found,
except for crocuses low on the ground.
May is our intro to better days,
Warmer, prettier and longer sunshine laze,
April's wet and cooler days,
Bring on low spirits from those days of gray.
I am worried
I am in despair
I am tensed
I am in low spirits
My song sounded melancholic
My thought turned pessimistic
My emotion became lifeless
My life seemed purposeless
My heart lost its rhythm
Cold shivers rippled my blood
My pulse missed its beat
Vacuum nested every nerve of my head.
I started my journey from somewhere to reach nowhere
I found myself toiling in the sands of dreary nightmare
I continued my cruise on the shoreless ocean
Searching for a home in an unknown destination
Life seemed to be a battlefield and I transformed into a weaponless warrior
Fighting with an unknown enemy for a mysterious reason
Tears were racing with the valley of blood
Anguish supplanted the graveness of a flash flood
Having fed with very little hope of survival
I gravely waited for the life's arrival.
Sailing unchaperoned in the gigantic world,
I realised that life is a personalized game and the triumph embosoms the unflinching souls.
MISERY---
Upon my knee;
I pray for relief;
I feel the pangs and pains;
...of misery
Offen my eyes shed tears;
Tears that run towards my ears;
Found in those fears;
Engulfing me in shear...misery
Compelling me;
In a state of accomplish anxiety;
Premature human depravity;
I state feelings of great distress;
Hardships anguish tormented angst;
I pray for relief;
I feel the pangs and pains;
...of misery
My sin place me in my own distress and discomfort;
Pains brought on by my bad choices
Afflictions, misfortune;
Sorrow's burdens;
Hardships tribulation;
Runs amok through the nations;
Humanity torment melancholy;
Unrighteous low spirits;
Sorrow burdens woe
I feel the pangs and pains;
...of misery
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When I'm down in the dumps
And up against a wall
Oh God, from afar hear,
To Thee, draw me near!
When I'm in low spirits
Running high and dry
Oh God, Look down on me,
Lift me up to Thee!
When things get out of hand
And I'm shot in the legs
Oh God, take control,
Let me Thy name extol!
When I'm too close to tears
Beyond any comfort
Oh God, hear my cry,
On Thee, do I rely!
When I step into a miry path
And out of Your chosen way
Oh God, shine Thy light,
Give me Thy foresight!
When temptations make me fall
And unto Thee I call,
Oh God, have mercy on me,
And wash my sins off me!
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17.11.16
You are like a bouquet of flowers
That beautifies a house
You are like a gem stone
So precious is your worth
You are like a vast forest
So marvelous is your personality
You are like the early dawn
That spreads hope around
You are like a road map
That leads to an adventure
You are like a secret garden
That lets me be myself
You are like a beautiful sunset
That lifts my low spirits
You are like the burning incense
Your aura gets to my head
You are like a wise saying
That motivates my life
You bring some precious moments
To treasure day by day
You are a true friend
That has touched my heart
My heart is like a red, gorgeous rose.
It grows still in the glowing sun.
It's like a newborn child or son.
My heart is as lonely as a lake.
But, there is no mistaking.
That my heart was breaking.
Maybe I’m in low spirits for humanity.
Possibly, escape is no calamity.
Escape from cruel reality.
Now, that's a possibility.
That opens up the doors of opportunity.
Open up and it can make us truly free.
There’s no denying that our lives were close at stake.
My spirit within me begins to break.
It’s as if the sun’s shining another direction.
It shows behind clouds of gray affection.
My heart is far greater than poetry and prose.
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