Here’s my lovely grass of home
What defines it is that never
It obtains pale yellow tone
Remains emerald green forever
Over there across the field
There’s a hill you used to know
Walked upon its lanes until
You felt tired enough to go
Backwards to the sweetest home
With its garden paradise
Where the smoothly cut green lawn
Glints with water from the skies
You come down for tea and biscuits
We talk rubbish ‘bout the weather
Though one thing we both implicit
That it can’t get any better.
resolute resilient responsible Capricorn
represented by sea goat
born December 21st-January 20th
an earth sign
Capricorn always obtains his goals
smart, hardworking, persevering
fully in control of her own destiny
goal oriented
Anxiety.
A feeling that overwhelms your senses.
Blood pressure rising. Breathing becoming uncontrolled. You feel it in your chest, a pressure so heavy you can’t help but give in. A pressure that consumes your mind, thoughts,your body. A feeling that takes over your senses. You feel in within yourself. Tasting the bitterness on your tongue. Choking on the acid before you can speak. You see it when looking at others. Hear their whispers as you walk the halls. Can’t help feeling judged, outcasted, different. You try to ignore it but your eyes wander. Seeing their smirks, hearing their chuckles. You beg it to stop but it won’t; it can’t. Because Anxiety is a fatigue within one’s mind. A fatigue that won’t go away with a snap of one’s fingers. Anxiety consumes. Obtains everything in its path. And there’s no stopping it until you face it.
Living light crystallised,
enjoys the immersion
in the world of contrast,
although deep down it knows,
illusions will not last.
Living light crystallised,
in bondage to ego,
hemmed in by body-mind,
obtains freedom upon
being joyful and kind.
Living light crystallised,
is here to grow in love,
transformed by a bliss burn,
seeing God in all forms,
as soul’s eye does discern.
A common thread in humanities fabric,
Sees knowledge as power that one obtains.
Even our science hints to this information,
As what is transferred along quantum cosmic lanes.
This data is constantly flowing, in a
Sea so vast that no shoreline is seen.
Although a rhythm is found among cycles,
And our thirst tries to collect in a canteen.
Just as most resources possess value,
The lessons learned aren't universal or absolute.
Since the harvesting stretches beyond boundaries,
And the farm worker's only choose the best fruit.
What this insures is an abundant yield,
That will last throughout time and space.
With the hope it will find needed wisdom,
Where mankind survives...content in its place.
King of the Sky
Mighty bird of heaven,
wing strokes like mighty, matched gales.
Flies through Sky World,
like motion incarnate.
Air king your feathers ruffling,
in flight.
Raucous cry,
like thunder splits the sky.
Through blue heaven he sails,
mountains his flight can not abate.
Nowhere is a more magnificent sight,
soaring amid fleecy clouds.
Then his prey he spies,
in wild silent plummet his wings fold in pagan prayer.
Dark shining eye alight,
he falls from the great height.
Talons grip his meal,
in deadly surprise.
One brief squeal,
a drop of red.
Pinions sweep down,
he rises from the ground.
Sailing against the rising wind,
he again obtains the Heights,
To find a branch,
where can consume his food.
I watch rooted to the ground,
Dedicated to Green Peace and the Sierra Club
my small plea © Dec '22, Terence Cummings Smith
Brood, the mood, infused by thoughts rude
And yet we trauma bond
Time’s now to change our attitude
And love’s the magic wand
Delighting in joy’s sneeze
Presence obtains release
From our thinking disease
Thoughts intrude
Brood, the mood
06-August-2022
Quietus
Let the sound of Joy keep on ringing
Let my body cells rejoice in the singing
Let love flow through my open veins
Let it fill my heart with what it obtains
Let waves of Passion move free
Let it flow through me in glee
Let my words run clear and strong
To a heart where my feelings belong
Let my feelings for love stay with me
Let my boat of love sail peacefully
Let me travel on the highway of life
Where I conquer all of it's strife
Let my nights be a beautiful dream
On waters of a never ending stream
Let the view from here be so clear
Hold my family and friends so dear
Let all of my joys be so abundant
In the colours of nature so vibrant
28.7.22
Contest Name: JOY
The Earth, The Moon, The Sun,
The Sea, The River, or The Cloud,
The forest, the Mountain, or the Grazing land,
Everything is your gift.
This smile, this cry, this feeling of separation,
This happiness, this peace, or the burning day and night,
This pain, this agony, or the relief from sadness,
Everything is your gift.
This love, this affection, this eagerness ,
This pray, this obtains, or this satisfaction,
This heart, this mind, or this loneliness,
Everything is your gift.
This winter, this summer, or the change of seasons,
This cloud, this sun rays , or this storms
This drought, this flood, or this snowfall,
Everything is your gift.
This war, this peace, or this violence,
This oppression, this injustice, or the word of peace,
All of these are your gift.
O God, you present in every corner, in every soul, into the heart of all,
You present, in every atom, in every nucleus , omnipresent ,
You present, in every hour, in every minute, in every second.
Hey father, shower your word of nectar, to enlightenment us
From the darkness to the light,
From the ignorance to the knowledge
From the death to immortality.
The End
Pregnant with mischief,
Running to evil,
They use crooked speech,
Deceit in their mouths,
They understand not.
Give birth to lies,
Do not repay,
Dig their own pit,
Shall be cut off.
Clothed in shame,
No future,
Will soon fade
Wicked,
Evil,
Vile
Departs wicked ways,
Acknowledges sin,
Aligns with God’s will,
Leads to salvation,
Heaven rejoices!
Finds compassion,
Obtains mercy,
Without regret,
Restores his soul.
Prodigal,
Yet far off,
Father sees
Repent
Confess
Turns
No longer a slave,
A chosen people,
A royal priesthood,
A holy nation,
Heirs of the promise.
Child of the King,
Walks in the light,
Hidden with Christ,
Alive in Him.
New creature,
Set apart,
Deeply loved
Is home,
Finds rest,
Live!
My neighbour, his name's Tu Hung Lo
His gonads he’d tie with a bow
To attract a young filly
Cos Tu’s got a small willy
One look and the ladies say NO!
In passing I happened to mention
Tu obtains a todger extension
After big surgery
Tu is very happy
And certainly stands to attention!
02/13/21
He obtains fancy chopsticks,
hardly uses them, forgets he has them.
He drapes ornamental trees
with cheap pocket watches
let’s the batteries run dry
hardly ever looks at them.
A suitable receptacle, a container
or an old cigar box must be filled up
with whatever is small enough
to be collectable.
Seashells he keeps in chests
along with unusual pencils,
pens, and pen knives.
There are other acquired
gewgaws and fripperies.
His poetry is a collection also.
One day he will move on
to yet another creative collection
of his ever expanding hollowness.
Cavernous rooms bellow
tomorrow's departure
Void pools desperation
Mangled clothes, makeshift pillows
My hair collapses on your coat-hanger chest
Its curtain opaques trepidation
Foot worn wool fuzz carpet
Absorbs awaiting absence
Limb clinging disturbs fibres
Summoning static air
Captured, our fraught
obtains courage
Written for Sponsor:
Nette Onclaud
Contest :
Some Kind of Sensual
'Carpet'
45 words (of 45 max.)
4th June 2020
Author Dana Redricks
April 18, 2020
I believe in the Scriptures
and the power that it obtains.
God breathed manifested through
the Holy Spirit, and revealed to man
inspired by God.We were as sheep
that gone astray, then one Jesus
Came to resque the fold. Through
His death, burial, and resurrection.
Jesus came and delivered our
souls. The Lord wrapped us
in His loving arms and carried
us back to be a part of His fold
to guide, and protect us. One
day He will take us to our Heavenly
Home to remain with Him for
Eternity.
Trapped
An imprisoned animal walks the bars back and forth at the zoo.
I have seen my guy do the same thing in the garage.
You might think, perhaps I should be concerned?
Why would I consider them similar at all?
I will explain, a feeling…
When we are in a place or time that has limits,
we long to break them, to prove our worth,
if not to others, simply to ourselves.
A man is measured today… by his collections,
the “stuff” that he obtains, that actually possess him.
All things that will be worthless, once eyes are closed…
And… I tell you now, it will happen.
Being happy, has much as can be, given any circumstance,
is a way to live. Any action(s) less than complete…
“glorification” of the day falls so short.
Not worth measuring at all.
The cage…
it is precise from wall to wall.
Every step, until the fall.
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