As a weaker power this is so..' he needs must get your permission.' This is how it
Always go's he'll ask your permission.'
And spell
It out.! He needs a contract.' Which he will
Later (Wave about) just so God, knows he's played by some rules.? That you signed up
And are just useless fools'.
why did you offer both hands to be tied.? To be led to
Punishment.' Yet many tried..? To awaken
And rouse, with historys past..I know.!!! I
Guess its not an easy task.? As great consumers' and strongly programmed.! It
Would take effort and thought.'
Was that the hardest ask.?
Winter,time of Persephone's doom
Plants die when Pluto her does entomb
Up on earth Demeter weeps
And her seasonal vigil keeps
With Pluto's spell over and broken
Life on earth will again be woken
That is the price of one eaten seed
To which Persephone paid no heed.
So, shrouded is earth deep with white snow
When she plays the part of queen down below
Once the hostage gains her brief release
Anew the land becomes green with ease
That cycle will repeat evermore
And we that season needs must endure
Some people think I’m anti human
Some believe I really would
Free this world of the species
If I easily could.
We are not the only animals
But for what it’s worth
We are the only ones
Destroying mother earth.
Seven days of creation
Just to give birth
To the scourge
Of this earth?
I don’t mean to offend
But will if needs must
To try and convince others
We hold this planet in trust;
Not just for future generations
Of our human race,
But for all the other animals
With whom we share this place.
I suppose it’s just another lost cause
When some see others in need
Of basic food and water
Just to satisfy their own greed.
The only mitigating factor,
Which rather baffles the mind,
No matter how we treat the animals
We inflict worse on our own kind.
So, praise the lord and pass the bottle.
Praise the lord that I am free
Praise the lord for pre -cast concrete
And let heaven help the trees.
And praise the lord for good strong drink
For when it hurts too much to think.
What on earth did I do to deserve this fate ?
From my insouciance I awoke much too late.
'Tis to Tomi now in exile on the Black Sea
Augustus in his wisdom has condemned me.
Julia's company and that poem where I erred
Removed me from the leisured life I much preferred.
And now my sorry assize I needs must thole
With only my wife's tenderness me to console.
This crude and inclement clime I must now call home
Sequestered so far from my distant beloved Rome.
Surrounded I am by dull furs and guttural sounds
Where in my mind life with bright togas and verse abounds
If I am not to lose my precious muse
Their language I must learn and use.
Caesar hopes me to have metamorphosed
From sophisticate to rude yokel indisposed.
Yet my Epistulae ex Ponto plead for his mercy to contain
Hopes for my return to Rome, though that all looks in vain.
If my poetry cannot soften his implacable heart,
Then perhaps others will appreciate my art.
Enchained as I am in this Hades of a living tomb,
My poetry must transform it into my Elysium.
Where Rome was once my sucus et sanguis,
Tomi must now serve as my grand palace
As early dawn, slow breaking o’er the beach,
Paints the pale blue background of the sky
In watercolor streaks of rose and peach,
A feast God spreads for those with sleepy eye
Who needs must rise to start their chores
Before the rooster crows his bright alarm,
We two will rise and open wide the doors
And start our day with beauty, arm in arm.
Although the weather all too soon can change
And bring us thunderclouds of black and gray
Or if far and wide our difficulties range
And for surcease of problems we would pray,
That precious gift we find so like a hymn
Sustains and keeps us going through the day.
We keep our hearts and minds attuned to Him
Our true direction and our sacred way.
Needs must
A stairway to heaven or the gateway to hell?
Will feelings stay with us? Only time passed will tell.
As I sit in the graveyard lost lives hear my call,
They sing “Will you join us? Come one or come all”
A breeze slowly passes while the yews bend and sway
The time angled headstones look up at the day.
Lives long forgotten, names faded and worn
Some died in their sleep, others battered and torn,
Now together they lay while their lives span the years
Fond memories hidden no more heartaches or tears.
Yet deep in my soul I can still feel their pain
And the hate that was passed on from Able to Cain,
Past sins come unheeded of violence and greed
That weigh on my mind in this moment of need.
The devil couldn't move my idle hands
Floating between him and the sea deepest blue
due to be given
shamed by truth
Devil in car note
drives the needs must
detailed
Get thee beside me
Don't advocate
devil owned
lucky you raised me
What time was he the devil of
better
you know
The early drive to the glamorous airport
Looking like rubbish
But feeling great
In the back of one’s mind worrying about
Being late
Suitcases bulging
Genial check-in attendants
People hurdling
Over each other
Chill out people, we’ll be there soon
The turbulence ridden flight
Hideous in its plight
Needs must for an amazing holiday
Some might say
I am totally worthy of getting away
The morsels of Mediterranean food
Are eagerly anticipated by all
The olive oil, the vegetables
The vibrant colours on the plate
It was definitely worth the wait
Silvery oceans glistening in the moonlight
One can only imagine the sight
Creatures bathing in the mineral-clad waters
The golden sands between one’s toes
Dreamily awaiting the mermaid’s close
It was heaven to be alive
Maslow - he had a theory
that happiness was based on needs;
food, shelter, water, and not being weary,
safety the next step in Maslow's theory,
companionship to keep you cheery,
and then fulfilment through one's deeds.
Maslow - he had a theory
that happiness was based on needs
tap --- tap --- feet and beak
worms still --- eavesdropper doom sounds
sharp hunger above
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the light of life shines each day... some hope...
owls use darkness... if the needs must...
inclement weather spoils most hunts... all owls...
dependent on their hearing...
most prey... pray for torrents...
sat on their haunches...
holding food... eating... or are they praying...
the owl cares not... strikes...
harsh... fleeting moment...done is their craving...
you understand rain...
sustains all life... the sunlight...
can mean death by drought
the owl... not liking either...
the mouse forsooth... no respite...
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4/1/2018
It's All About Four - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Broken Wings
Heavy heaves and hoe and
Rows and rows of planting needs
To be done while the soil is
Rich and royal
A rake and shovel
Then spade and know a one man huddle
And rakes and groves tulips the rose does
Know as it seemingly poses as all roses
With a striking petal salute
The wonderment of onlookers grew acute
Planting with prose then propose a tiny
Tidy garden of rarest roses.
Pruned and plucked nipped and tucked
Stately gardens, do not ever pardon
The exquisiteness of it all
The irreplaceable floral essence the
Gall of such a presence persistent
Existence and still there are gardening needs
And needs must be adhered to the
Gardening needs to be done!
Still I Love You.
You are out of my love range.
Still i love you
I want to be your furure life partner in real Life,
Even donot know the way
travel towards your road
Even though i love you a lot,i miss you a lot,i kiss you a lot .
Each day i see you in my dreams as mine hubby
A fake dream a fake promise of my imagination.
I donot know i will get you in my future life or not
Still i love you
Without any greed of money
Without any sexual desire
My love is full of purity of
Heart and soul.
I want you to be so near
So that i whisper all my
Love ,laughter ,sorrow ,grief ,pain in your ear
Under your arms
Being a blessed wife
Being a blessed mom of
Your lot of children
Still i love you
Even i know its my fake dream
You are out of my love range
My Love it should be silent,being deep.
And being very peaceful should be still.
Still as the utmost depths of oceans keeps.
Serenely silent as some mighty hill,
Yet is my love so great it needs must fill.
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill.
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
When I was a child, I had no fear,
With Mama and Daddy always near.
I liked to swing on the garden gate,
With never a thought of tempting fate.
No one could tease me or make me cry
With my four brothers standing by.
The guilty were scared right out of their socks
By protectors aching to clean their clocks.
As and aged adult, I find I've changed,
Since the whole world has become deranged.
Every loose package could contain a bomb
And every strange man, a Peeping Tom.
All of my protectors have been taken away
My home is a prison of fear today.
When needs must take me from the house,
I hurry back home like a frightened mouse.
02/13/16
~~~~GO ON... SON~~~~
At the edge of your nail
dancing of success
requesting for time and effort
from you, to have a grasp
I needs must sweat
to have endless acquire
What one acquires with one's sweat
goes endless years
My son, what sweat you've shed
to say it is enough
next steps that lies forth you
maybe the key to success
So relax not
in pursuing your dream.
~~~~ROSE~~~~
At the coastline of a stream
stood a beautiful rose
I wondered, had she a mermaid
but fresh from head to toe
without a fish tail
A thoughtless wind
tossing to and fro her attire
as a swaying kite
I moved to her
within her angelic eyes
A chime of lonelyness
Like a ringing-bell
My heart danced
singing song of infatuation
I wanted to say HI girl
Suddenly, I heard humming
Of a speedboat from afar
She smiled; is it for me?
Is the smile for me?
I thought
She moved toward the guy
and then into the boat
Anger smiled within me
the surf burst into laughing
I watched them
as they begin to go
till they vanished within empty space.
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