Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt
Aphrodite sours the lengths rend
Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls
Nevertheless
Your cunning diversion not that of an entertaining notion
For the words spilled nill of a heart felt corelation
Perhaps another try just might spark a relation
Until then I'll reflect on all that sets a quest into motion
Is it pulling or pushing
A want or condition
a shield placed
Or a daring surrender
snow storm white out
visability is nill
why are we driving
How do I start this story,
Let’s begin with an optimistic reader,
Who happens to be my brother,
I got to tell you I really revere him
He says when you’re on top of the hill,
You never acknowledge the valley,
Let alone thank it for existing,
Yet without it your hill wouldn’t be real,
Your hill would be nill.
And so,
I want to thank you money,
For not being around for as long as I’d want you to be,
And you white supremacy,
For making me question my value as a human being,
You too Mrs. Patriarchy,
Though I wish you’d raise your children differently,
I can’t forget my African country,
For being divided in levels of poverty,
May you all be blessed abundantly,
For being the valleys in our journey
I'm not jealous of all His suffering
or His final Ascension hovering
I accept that I cannot cure on touch
or walk on water, or through walls and such
But I sometimes get the distinct feeling
(when with people, or prayerfully kneeling)
That I wish I could get to know others--
(family, friends, neighbors, sisters and brothers)
--The way God does, completely, and loves still
(my befriending skills are sometimes at "nill")
"Love one another as I have loved you"
never really seems to come fully true :(
Wish we could talk longer than just a while
wish I knew their favorites, and why they smile
God gets to see them everywhere they go
people could hang out with God, if they know
You'd think maybe He never gets lonely
since God's Heart is all full of Love only
but He wants us to get to know Him, too
as much as He loves us first, through and through
to be continued...
The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted,
we swooned and giggled
mutilating each page
until the pictures faded.
Sears and Roebuck,
Monkey Wards
JC Penny’s,
Macy’s, Mattingly’s, K-mart.
Our wish list grew long
more than one sheet could hold
tears welled up with each toy crossed out.
Until the list was whittle down
Though the likelihood of getting any was nill.
But still
That’s why we called it the book of wishes.
If wants and wishes were hugs and kisses
There would be no need
to thumb through the pictures
and dream.
Perhaps imagination was the best Christmas gift
life had stolen her joy
she had lost her music
her enthusiasm was nill
no one could help
she had to figure it out herself
we cheered when it happened
After many years, I sat in a church service filled with culture, custom, ritual, and tradition. The experience took me back and reminded me of the early years of my childhood. The religious and worship experience of my childhood left much to be desired and afforded very little awareness of a Biblical world view. Today, as I sat, observed, and participated, I felt no real presence of a Christ-centered worship experience. No, I was not in a critical mood. These were my brothers and sisters in Christ. Instead, there was a deep cry in my heart and a weeping in my spirit. I do not deny that it is possible that I built a personal partition that may have hindered my worship experience. However, I knew what was lacking and so did others among them who had been massaged and soothed for many a year, but there was too little backing for long-awaited changes.
Realizing my stay would be shortlived and my contribution toward changes would be nill, I left with a feeling of helplessness but also with a hope and a desire to pray that God would rain upon the desert in a little church called Promise Land.
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Harold's hope at love was nill and none
A groomsman at fifteen weddings
No pretty gal caught his eye
They seemed superficial
He was a great catch
People liked him
Mom said so
Single
Still
was that an ache
or a pain
hold on a sec
here it comes again
if i had
to give it a name
it definitely
would be a pain
now to guess
where it comes from
up or down
back to front
in or out
out to lunch
points in-between
is my hunch
can it be helped
with advil
or do i need
something stronger still
to try and take
the pain to nill
or at least
bend it's will
this ache that i
now know as pain
that makes its way
into my brain
that is the best
at playing games
disappears
shows up again
it's such an ache
to deal with pain
Why do our women have to bear the brunt?
Of simpleton men, Neanderthal like grunt.
Proving power through threats and manipulation.
Only proves, I say with no hesitation.
Some men lack true character, inside they are empty.
More a caricature, than real, and quite simply.
Destroying a woman makes you a damn joke.
Your man card should be terminated and revoked.
Keep your hands to yourself, beat the image in the mirror.
What if this happened to your mother? does that help make it clear.
Or maybe your daughter. Think about it.
Change your behaviour, there's a stink about it.
You don't own her, she owes you nill.
If she leaves, you have no right to kill.
Let her go, let her spirit be still.
You perked me up with your first sight,
The pretty way you made me glow bright,
My nerves got seized seeing your gait,
Too look this again can't I wait,
Your beauty bewitched me for rest of my life,
Picked me up to the endless Hike,
Love the way you dressed with elegance,
Your eyes was filled with luminance,
You stupefied me from your marvelous look,
What will goes on if you explore whole nook,
The way you smized turned me chill,
Became out of words, no, not, nill,
Your affection cramming through veins,
You have controlled me all on reins,
The stylish bonny girl I never saw before,
Wish I could ecstatically yell or roar,
What can I do to write this rhyme at hoar,
I know, You know, this will get bore,
These are rhymes I penned from heart core,
These are not up, I will write more,
What you told me about your name,
Sweetest girl pronunced in hearty fame.
Written By
M. Shahid
Friendship such a precious thing
Someone to stand by on your wing
A giver of all and good times to bring
Oh it is such a wonderful thing
But oh love eludes me still
A hole in my heart nothing can fill
A friendship gained that sadly will
Peter out to an absolute nill
The tears will soon begin to fall
My life will hit another brick wall
My heart will for another call
Please oh please break my fall
But alone in this world I must stand
In this harsh and desolate land
A dusty city that's completely bland
And in it I chair the loneliness band
My beloved father died
about six years ago
We were "joined-at-the-hip"
or were told that so,
When he died,
I kept getting his
credit card bills,
They grew impatient
for his ability to pay was nill
I got tired of trying
to explain,
That he wouldn't be signing
anymore checks again
So to one and all
I requested a form
A change of address...
What could be more norm?
I filled it out, new address:
Calverton National Cemetery
Area Z, plot No.2540
And from that day,
And evermore,
No credit card bills
Did pass my door!
Another true tom tale.
Insidious, malevolent, mischevious, our constant informant
we long for the days, when the voice was dormant
critizing, mystifying, tormenting,..alas this is the case
consuming, ruminating, our pasts it longs to erase
commanding, demanding, filling the mind with here-say
proding, poking,..deliberate,commanding to obey..
SILENT you beasts, and with the working of a pill
they're driven back into far corners,where everything is
nill
Abilify, Zeprexa, anti-pshycotics for high cost
further from the stigma, that we are all lost
Somewhere, in a time capsule, I hope they catch this age
when we all awoke,..and science was our sage.
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