Master Poems - Poems about Master

When I was all of twenty I sipped the wine of plenty But it went straight to my head When I was all of thirty The wine just tasted dirty So I switched to rum instead When I was all of forty Got drunk and feeling sporty I'd turn on the wit and charm When I was all of fifty Not feeling very...

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If you cannot overcome lust in the time of grace, What makes you think you will stand in the days without it? For the trumpet is close, the sky ready to split And only the righteous shall be removed from the wrath to come. Flee now while mercy still calls. Run from the screen, the scene, the shadow, the scroll. Run...

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I lift my eyes from the place of my struggle, From the dark corners where battles rage unseen. My help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven, earth, and the depths of my heart. Lust has destroyed more than wine ever could It cloaks itself in pleasure, But its bite is sharper than steel. It kisses the lips, then devours the soul. It...

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Like the strokes of an artist’s brush Painting a self-portrait of my life The colors are people, events, and experiences Each stroke flows into the next creating the picture A step back is needed at times To observe the full scope of life To include the essence of my being Expressing all aspects as one Without the help of the master creator I cannot...

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Within the marble halls where shadows dance, A silent wisdom shapes each chance. "Outshine not the master," old voices warn— A subtle art, where gifts are worn. On gilded thrones, egos softly gleam, Their fragile worth a waking dream. A spark too bright in youthful eyes Can summon storms from clouded skies. Not dullness asked, nor brilliance veiled, But grace in shining, gently scaled. Let...

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To my Master Master, there is only one You are my brain control I am following you. Path Your life is mine. Bright Your bright life is my dark This is my side. Darkness. I am acting, creating for you (“You are protected.” Against Foggy Psychology? “Sure.” Thank you, my Master!) ...

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I don’t believe ideal love is real… Can castles in the sky be built to last eternities? Or rather burn, as fast as marriage papers (and melt the holy seal)? Besides, I hate to think I’m meant to steal the blueprint to a fortress from my past to use to plan my future, to forecast the whim of winds who caren’t...

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L o v e and you, the f a d i n g phase of lunar wings, spectral silver ~ floating in the deep, dark abyss of the obsidian skyline, refracting reveries of a redolent realm, slipping and curling through opalescent glass ~ like a window unfolding truth veiled in twinkling twirls, powdered with pearl dust on the hidden face of you ~ between curved lines, around...

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Dream Master dream ... Dream me a dream Dream me the most wonderful dream As I let go and relax From this world for a while Let me remember to remember That pondering place After the slumber takes hold There’s still life within that inner space Full of wonders where only dreamers behold Dream Master dream...

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He steps into moonlight, strings ablaze, A spell-bound master in a midnight haze. Notes crack like lightning, dark flames rise, Echoes twisting through spectral skies. From covens deep and forests old, He forged a sound both fierce and bold. A serpent’s hiss, a banshee’s wail, His fingers dance—an...

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No need for long talk Because the long talk Keeps you stuck That sucks It's energy draining. You can only unfold What you behold You're only powerful Over what you can control Be guided; Diligence is the master key to life. Welcome to the month Of Pride and Awareness June to be precise The sixth month of the...

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Worlds from sleight of hand, What you see is not what's real, Magic in the air. ©bfa051725 ...

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I watched a man play with a spider On the end of it's own web the other day Curious How what keeps one safe Can be another's play toy - Playing you like a puppet, Moving to its masters every whim The question is Who is the puppet and who is the master?...

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“Your thoughts are the architects of your destiny.” ? David O. McKay **************************************************************** Architect of Our Destiny ...

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Circumstantial evidence is weak, reticent statements left outta discovery; witnesses for the defense riskn purgery, cuz if they don't fear God, it's cuz they ain't heard of me! I relish the street's imperfections, being so absolutely obstreperous, cantankerous representation populating the office of the president. Miscalculation's evident, scary in its own, as we all kno...

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