It's okay to stumble,
to fall in the dust of the day,
feeling the heavy weight of yesterday.
It's fine to feel weak and weary,
losing your footing and your way,
like a ship lost in the endless gray.
For these are just moments,
a breath, a flicker, a sigh,
fleeting shadows in the sun passing by.
They don't define time,
nor the race yet to be run,
and neither who I am beneath the sky.
But for how long, Lord,
for this ache won't cease to be,
and the silence is a heavy sound to me.
Make haste to help me,
make haste to set me free,
to help me stand on solid ground and see.
There is a man with a special fleet
Waiting for you at the corner of the street
He has been waiting there for more than twenty years
With barells of guns a ocean filled with rum
And all the money he collect from the atmosphere
No one wants to deal with him for they say that
His belly is too thin; no one knows about him
For they say that he has too much sins but he has thirty bank accounts buried in the direct. The people don’t know about that
Because his body is full of traps, the believe that he is a poor man wandering all over the land. Make haste to meet him at the corner of the street, he has all the money that you need
If you are the Kings doctor or the president advicer
He has everything that you need and he can make you happy
You would never know that its him, until you noticed
A specific grin, he goes around in womens frock but he
Has everything that you need.You have been searching for him
For many years but he is living right under your nose
Aand he cares.You have got arrange that meeting.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
William Shakespeare
It is all about perspective and that is key to heart
Shiny blade of cutting edge, do you kill or butter
pray tell, OH, Sitting knife !
Shall I use my quill and write about you as you are
or spin a yarn regarding you, telling tales to see how far ?
Should I stretch my wenden shades of rose for you,
or strive to see thy point of view !
Interpret me with candor and honesty dear mate,
and please remember this ...
If you hold me to the sun, I will reflect thy shine
if you hold me to the dark, all ignorance be thine !
Perception is key for all of truth's reveal
so may thine eyes be set in truth and see the good in me.
Make haste, adjust thy lens, ... take me to a place of love.
Off and on life to face some turmoil .
You cannot predict, how long it will last.
being a simple problem or coiled !
You need a tipping balance to adjust.
Proceed with vigorous running dynamic ,
in static stagnant state not to remain
primarily stay enthusiastic ,
yet a tipping balance, you must maintain.
You must always focus on your action
Run or rush or if needed to gallop.
Put full dedication, no objection .
Be alert ! You know when or how to stop !
Promptness is good, but don’t be impulsive
Never cross limits on your performance
Think, analyse and then act decisive.
Work hard, obeying a tipping balance.
Occasionally you may walk tip toe,
sometimes you are compelled to make haste,
yet matters little whether be fast or slow.
Each step demands tipping balance at best.
There is a wind blowing around me,
and something from the sea is draining my energy
It is dragging me towards the battered shore
And I have to take refuge behind the door
but a giant wave plucked me out and tossed
my slender frame about it covers me
and I am lost in the middle of the sea
the current keeps spinning me around
And all that I have is a cap and a crown
Oh Mother of the sea, rest your bosom
upon my knees and make haste to save me
I have no more strides left
And I am running out of breath
Cast your boat upon the shore and
Come and rescue me
before the waves swallow me
Oh mother of the sea
is this my final destiny?
I have not lived my life yet
And I am on the verge of death
Please don’t take me so soon
We have to meet before noon
I have set my eyes on you
Form the first day I met you
I was here and you were there
And when the energy breaks through the room
It filled the atmosphere with fresh air
and from that very day
you took my heart away
and I couldn’t look the other way
Oh mother of the sea,
Tell my sweet heart
to come and rescue me
I am lost in the middle of the sea
And my eyes are set upon thee.
Tell me
Can a tree without roots
Ever bear fruit?
Tell me
Can a ship without sails
Ever make haste in the boundless sea?
Death creeps, cloying
Knotted garters frayed
Under the sea the sirens wail
Forgotten, ignored
But for the ones who live on
The feet do drag on
Swollen, septic, deeply forlorn
For those of us who are aware
Who live in a world; awake
Be sure to spare a thought
For us lowly wretched
Hope exists of course
There must be light for shadows
But fruit does surely rot
Make haste, the eye of the needle continues to narrow
She is declared a mental case
her legs are shackled tight
in the street she snails up and down
naked without food
she freezes in December
near the drain curls up
unnoticed by pavement dwellers
building a bonfire of twigs, papers
cast-off shoes and rags
under the bridge sipping tea
I hear the bell tolling at Rajghat
pilgrims make haste to catch train
--R K Singh
Cascading water
crystalline blue;
Rid me of stains
the days produce.
Make haste to quench
my torrid throat.
Seal, cavernous wounds,
this body totes.
Disguise these tears
that drench my face.
Soothe aching muscles,
my strength replace.
Defuse the doubt
that clouds my mind.
Spiritual drops
refreshes soul, divine.
Reviving energy
pours from the spout.
Welcoming, comforting
its warmth, its sound.
Once you're well done
with all my requests,
cleanse dreadful dreams
so I may rest.
Make haste arise,
assert the words.
Salute each term
that now gabfest.
In mid of night
they waltz, serenade;
Jovially jolting
a rem-sleep state.
Appease them please,
awake, awake.
You have mere seconds
so soon they fade.
Witty performers,
these festive words;
Parade to play part
of a poet's verse.
Rare frolic idioms
seldom last;
Assign them purpose,
applaud their crafts.
Ink well the quill,
poetize prose.
Recite with vigor
what words compose.
Inscribe each stanza
on scroll egg-shell white.
A task I've done
numerous times.
Ideal locutions
dispel thy rants.
In poetic sequence,
I'll debut thy stance.
Title 4/ Dauntless
Quote:
"Put on the dauntless spirit of resolution." William Shakespeare
My daring and intrepid knight so strong,
this message is an urgent plea to you.
For your sweet kiss and fond embrace I long.
I have been captured. Now what can I do?
You promised me your hand in marriage, and
you're resolute; your promises you keep.
I’m in the tower of the castle grand,
held here by the king’s son. I weep and weep,
for knowing you are far away, yet I
have faith that you will come and rescue me.
My messenger will give me your reply.
I pray each day your face once more I’ll see.
Oh, dauntless knight, make haste because my fate
is in your hands. For your return I wait.
Mornings come, but never stays
Even as slow as a snail
It crawls away
Slowly but surely, it comes to night
The lights fades and eyes deem
wallowing in the darkness
hoping that these dark nights
leads to brighter days
Time flies but never lies
the clock ticks as days flip
It doesn't wait;
Even for it's own best friend
Enjoy the rainy days
Because it might be dry tomorrow
It may be raining heavy today
but no more, in due season
Make haste to find your place
because when time takes it's flight
It doesn't wait to ask
who's on board!
© Eightietwo
Phone Humor For Today
Miracle Man
October 10, 2023
A phone reminds me of a red wasp stinging.
our phone is painful because it’s always ringing.
I much prefer my life to not be tied to a phone,
each time that it rings I begin my bemoan.
I have to be quick and need help with walking,
so before I can block it someone’s usually talking.
Some calls are averted by our trusty call blocker,
which is good news for someone tied to a walker.
Sometimes I fall in my effort to make haste,
we’ve six phones in the house, some are displaced.
Sometimes it rings waking me from deep slumber,
and often it’s someone who has the wrong number.
This morning, before 6 phone calls, my day was fine,
but now, I need a little cheese to go with my whine.
These are lilac days! The lilac of
Purple strong I sing my song hear
This song I sing these words I bring
Incorruptible seasons with reasons
Spewing deluge of information
It is finally spring I say do your BEST
BEAT YOUR CHEST! Do not
Confess yet! To the stars far. We
Pray they come close the stars
Obliging smiling time their rhyme
They shine. Lilac of Purple Majesty.
What is the sequel? It's speak due.
Aah the people. By the light of stars
And moon they survive in night
Day comes seeping secretly soon.
Sense the blooms in the lilac tunes.
Where is groom with the golden
Spoon?! Make haste now! Bring
The bring the milk seek the oats
Yeah cereal this senerio we be FED!
Said the DREAD. These LILAC DAYS
NEVER NEVER EVER FADE. That
Is the way.
The Lord is my provider;
I shall not waste.
The Lord is my guide;
I shall not make haste.
The Lord has set me free;
I shall not give up my liberty.
The Lord has filled me with His love;
There is no room inside of me for hate.
The Lord is teaching me how to trust;
I am learning, not to rush, but to wait.
The Lord has a mansion for me in heaven;
There is no place nor space for me in hell.
If we could learn from the mistakes we made in the past, we could heal the world and have peace at last. Idealistic perhaps... But anything is possible.
Learning from history...
By Michelle Morris
26/04/2020
He was noble,
Strong and proud,
He was a knighted warrior,
From Arthur's Court.
He fought in the Crusades,
Thought it was all for a higher cause;
Then learned that another's
Religion is not worth fighting a war.
By respecting each other and
Our differences,
We realise how much we have
In common;
It's all supposed to be for a good end,
Of which many men have forgotten.
For the love of power corrupts many men,
Is often leads to their downfall;
If only we put aside these mortal follies,
We'd work together and save lives evermore.
For religion and power has killed
So many needlessly,
Despite the claims that
It's all God's destiny.
One would hope that men would
Learn from the mistakes of nations;
And make haste to
Heal future generations.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
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