there’s a head ache caused by a chill
body signals it needs some rest
nectar within yet continues to spill
rising bliss mists notify we are blest
spine as always is a band of steel
cool heat therein has a soothing feel
as the witness unthinking
watching, sensing, feeling
poised as awareness unblinking
savouring taste of bliss appealing
each breath we embrace and release
dwelling thus in time dissolved peace
It came from where its going' thats all i can explain, just as water vapour, un-pours up to the sky again.'no pause to
Understand creation ever will suffice.' To
Know and grow, is pertinent all human movements condensed in a trice.' You buy
Whats not yours, we speak of us.' We gather disperse, as a cosmic dust, we'll only take a minute, that our hands can't hold, we progress then regress as we wear into old, much we desire, much we loose
Much we'll never have, we can judge and choose, we unlike water will run up a hill'
We are the constant, contradictive we
leave behind wills.' That notify officialdom, about some material weatlth
So they can siphon of assets,
from perhaps? Some carefully stacked shelf.' Yet all is dissolving, all is meant to pass
Many argue on some details, while the devil rarely laughs' all his concern is on
Stealing, your soul once you have
passed.' And you have
played to each; and every goal.'
The in's and yarns of the third sight
Fellow humans fetched a yard
Pulled a Soviet scarf
It was golden enchanted
With real's of wheels spinning round and not, the balance is shaken.
The aim is not to blink fast
Inhale the axial, breath in sequence
Notify the brain's awaken mode
Straighten the sight not to be blindfolded
Foolish acts combined with luring spirits
The wave cannot disappear
It needs to be dispatched
Up, up high
Where there's Atmos lies a layer of retreat
Watched like a time frame fragments
They are sculptured with symbols of shrine to blend and bind
The wine evaporates the pain yet in vain
It cost a dying calmer
The ridges of peace, belong in kind
So more less in the South, far way back up to the North
Ashleigh Ngoqo
The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain.
I wish there could have been a “traffic signal” just to notify us
In times like these we cannot presume everything to be normal.
Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim.
Finding the gimmick of Love!
Let's dance together amidst the flower and devour Nature's power.
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions...
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly demanding immeasurable unite.
CONTEST: Ten lines from Ten poems poetry contest
SPONSORED BY: Silent One
Poetic Lines chosen from the following poems. Viz,
1)Zero Action Without Any Options
2)Gentle Touch
3)In the Fragility of Dreams:
4)Seeking Love Signal
5)In Times Like These:
6)Summer's Heat
7)And Now for Something Completely Different
8)Script of Mother Nature
9)ABC Melancholic Angel Adopts ‘smiling Depression'
10)Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable
You know, I have been thinking of calling
but I am afraid you will not pick up.
Maybe you will be relaxing in the bathtub,
Or in your room and just lolling.
Wait, are you stalling?
If so notify me so I can also take a nap.
Should I keep on trying to close this gap,
Or should I wait for you to come back crawling.
Are you happy this way?
Or you are just pretending to be strong.
You carry on, but that is something I will not do.
Seems like there is nothing you wish to say.
Or you have been pretending all along?
Just so you can leave after I fell for you.
Don't fight it
Write it ,
Notice,
Notify well,
When your few
Former Enemies
Will start to speak good
About you here
And there
Know that your God
Is pushing them to
Do so,
And they don't have
Other option
Than doing that.
It will be so good for you
As God changed them
And
Now using them
For your promotion
It is called " right time "
Which is the time of God.
So stop to fight
And continue to wait for it.
June 13th 2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored
by John Lawless
Love is most busy when
It's at dutiful play
Carelessly In the rays
Thy Great father shall notify
You as to the ways in which
Love blooms
Do not close your ears
But care and listen
Love is most busy in
The clarity of the day
Be of full care not to over bear
Love is most busy when it
Carefully seeks the foundation
Of life
Love is most busy when it
Assumes poetic design
They had to notify and call it in.
They had to cordon off and begin.
Apparently, he was middle-aged.
Apparently, he was married.
Apparently, he was a father.
Allegedly he had a mistress.
Allegedly he had left his job.
Allegedly he had embezzled.
A gun was found in his mouth.
A hole was found in his head.
A note was found by his side,
by the bed.
No one knew what it said,
until it was read
The note was unfolded,
bloodstains decoded,
a message behold-ed:
“Who could have known
I would end up in a cheap motel
with a TV chained to the wall,
with a nickel plated gun,
and a bottle of spiced rum;
just a hell of a thing.
Just one hell of a thing.
Just one hell of a damn thing” it read,
“and me without a clue
alone in a forking town
called Kalamazoo.”
Just as importantly, my legs have turned to mush.
I might notify an emergency before the crash.
I told my wife I was upset; she said, "You become old."
You're acting alike a usual mother with a cold.
Written: November 16, 2021
YOUR FUNNIEST COUPLET EVER Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
My phone came alive on a Tuesday
Forgetting to notify me
Remember the old party line?
She decided to get on and add to our conversation.
“I feel blue,” my friend said.
The phone laughed.
There was silence.
“Is someone else on this line?” I asked.
“Wasn’t that you?” My friend said.
“Not me,” I told her.
This was only the beginning of several unfortunate conversations.
*****
Being ignored, drives me toally bonkers.
Like being on a lonely street, at midnight in Yonkers
When a poet here, I take time to heartilty cheer,
No reply, feels just like a hard kick in the derrière!
6/25/2021
***Many here can relate to this! Also, sometimes replies disappear more than once in the same day....please notify me and I will redo them. Pangie xx
You are under arrest for terrorism.
You will be treated as an enemy combatant.
You do not have the right to remain silent.
You do not have the right to an attorney or any representation,
and anything that you say or do,
will be used as evidence against you.
You will be placed at an undisclosed location.
most likely for your life's duration.
You do not have the right to notify or contact anyone.
You have no rights at all when it comes to terrorism.
You can even get arrested simply out of suspicion.
I used to protest and organized rallies,
but not so much anymore since the powers that we allow to be,
have deemed such behaviour as possible terrorist activity.
Oh night owl
My constant companion
With luminescent eye's
Piercing through full moon
To ward off vampires and
werewolves alike
And notify an early warning
alert call
Slayers to arm's
Silver , Garlic
Stakes , Crosses
At the ready
Battle commences at the stroke
of dusk
And ends when the sun rises
For those who survive
Only to resume hostilities
tomorrow night again
The movie got it
all wrong
you see
those big guns
pointed at a
different horizon
the battle that
raged had more
prisoners than dead
but that’s old
news and dead men
tell no tales
your ranks are
depleted
troops fighting
formidable forces
against all odds
trench warfare
now a brutal
war of
endless attrition
in the interest
of annihilating
deadly enemies
all heroes
make it home
eventually
notify the next
of kin
for the dead
all wars come
to an end
eventually
rally the troops
for the
final campaign
the outcome
is certain
ticker tape parade
the ground
in ruins
soldiers fade away
reflections of
the wreckage
an inevitability
though the cost
was great
the heart rejoices.
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I want to go up the clock tower
And ring the bell with so much power
So you my love I can notify
How fast time slips and passes by.
I want to stare at an hourglass
While I am waiting for the next mass
So I can feel how slowly I miss
The moments full of worldly bliss.
But I realized I am not covered by time
And you my love is in your prime
I would have to wait until your last breath
In this place you can only go through death.
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