With silence comes hope, and with morning comes flair.
A world open to noncompliance is there.
As I free my eyes, there’s no disruption to thinking.
There comes to me no harm from blinking.
With the sky comes rain and not just dust.
I spurt with a twist, it’s time to heed trust.
The Devil comes in the form of an organization.
A group of people bent on harvesting my defiance.
So that they may go home and feast at night.
I had not even finished unpacking.
In this rancid new home.
Adverse noncompliance
Midst the calms so quiet
A hush of flutters quiet quick's
Whispers to me
Come
Whisper to me calm quietly
Bomb booms the swills of a sound barrier
Hush looms swept up darkness swoons
Quiet swishes mumble shhh!
Calms
Comes quiet calms the hush
that whisper to me
Shall I loudly scream out passions darkness night
Comes the calms
Sleep my voice screams in my sub consciences
Comely calls twilight words
Voices that whisper to me
6/16/20
Whisper to Me II
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Goodnight my lovely u r my heart and every beat between
that promises my wake to a new day with u on my mind.
I’ve gone a long road of no return to a love that secures a second chance
of a soulful reawakening. It’s easy to be lost and forlorn, forgetful of passions true and encompassing.
How blissful we r to have reconnected to this promising love affair of plenty
with both our losses close at hand, hurtful,
but with a glanced new beginning.
A wisdom point of close composure nurtured by a noncompliance morning of past to present to future benevolence co captured and needed sequences internal and corporeal coincidence. Fireworks reign when we intertwine kisses with octopus embraces in sheets of mutual desire.
Love is a many splendored thing.
i drown myself in shallow streams my known noncompliance in the only reason i scream
i hang myself from 4ft high i only flail because i know that i won't die
i cut only a half inch deep i only cry because i know my life i'll keep
i throw myself off a 10ft post and i do it again and again because i know that broken bones will be the most
In the face of death my body pleads but my mind it screams
because it knows that death is the one thing i need
Most now have faith in scientific fact,
And so accept a snowflake lacks a twin.
This maxim states what no man can exact,
For proof is matching endless crystalline--
Which nature shapes according to her law
Though some insist they all appear the same--
Hard ignorance promotes this blissful flaw,
Hard evidence an inconvenient bane.
Faith is more than merely blind defiance--
Truth's not the will of the majority.
Snowflakes shine by subtle noncompliance--
Look close and they will gain authority.
A field of snow is blinding in the sun--
More beautiful examined one-by-one.
The Bible
By: Miracle Man
1-6-2019
The Bible is instruction to which we should adhere,
Through our love of God and not discounting fear.
It's easy to trust Him with things going our way,
And that's when it becomes easiest to neglect to pray.
Neglecting God's word has become too pervasive,
And to Satan, God's word, is extremely abrasive.
We must guard against drifting toward self-reliance,
For then we'll be found guilty, of noncompliance.
Prayerfully study it daily, and absorb its content,
Then being thankful will become a daily event.
I'm surrounded
By those that believe
By those who conceive
That one's obsession and possession
Can lead to G-d's affection
I don't question their position
That noncompliance is perdition
To some heaven here on Earth
Stomached by some lord's thick girth
I prefer a tempered vision
One without devout or fission
Something tangible with proof
Compared to magic, faith, aloof
I understand the desperate need
To lean on something beyond their seed
Some large, hypnotic master
To help us all avoid disaster
But then some shooter's flagrant whim
Mows down everyone but Him
How does that compute the feeling
While the corpses finish bleeding
And yet when circumstances perish
By some indignant source that's garish
Leaving us wishing for the force
To lessen fate's corrupt remorse
We bring our hands together
Our forlorn limbs of ash and leather
It doesn't matter how consistent
When the prodigal yell's insistent
I need the fix, I need it now
I don't care who, I don't care how
This leads to redeemers blazing trails
To stores where G-d's love goes on sale
Because when shoves are frail pushes
Who really cares who saves our tushes.
(8/15/15)
1.Conduct elevates human, hence
valued above life.
2.Preserve conduct, assists even
to researcher’s life.
3.Noble possess good conduct
others are ignoble .
4.Forgotten can be learned
but misbehaved gone.
5..As Jealous’ worthless property
miscreants, no elevation.
6.Knowing evils of conduct
wise protect constantly.
7.Possessing good conduct exalted
others lower themselves.
8.Conduct causes happy life
misconduct yields misery.
9.Well-doer utter undeserving unpleasant
words even forgetfully.
10Though learned noncompliance of
wise are fools.
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 11-12-13
Email s.kandasamy@hotmail.com
A great and noble idea to improve many ways of life,
Fiasco from the start, too big was the beginning strife.
Fairness for all was never set up within the many lines.
Only the government can create, without seeing the signs.
Republicans and Democrats, lost in a world of decline.
Democrats, Republicans, live beyond, yours and mine.
Americans need to be aware of the growing control.
Before we lose everything, including our living soul,
Listen to their arguing and noncompliance to law.
Each of them has nothing, to lose after all.
Care for them is guaranteed, after they leave.
A continuance of pay, benefits with no reprieve.
Retirement is not less in their pockets, you see.
Eternal pay received, unlike you and me.
Accountability has no meaning any more.
Culpability and more they just ignore.
Take heed Americans, or be forever poor.
a chastushka
Civil noncompliance like whiskey
ages slow with pressure until...
Laws that render conscience risky
should be labeled a reflux still.