My loves we must move on, forward through all the thorns.
Lets work on us, and become strong, and reach for the long dreams we have.
Yes we can, reach for the stars, and live in happiness and bliss forever.
Be clever like a lever, with all your dream in hand, run forward with the speed of a warrior that has a plan.
We can do this by staying on track, being goal orientated, and having a plan.
Loves, don’t get lost, stay focused, and look for your path, it will be light and gold, and stand out in your mind.
Try and try again, if you fall off the plan, you are a wonderful creation, and all your dreams can be made just by you following a clear plan.
Moderation, is a good plan, only do what you can, then go back and work on it again and again, until you know it’s the best you can.
Don’t drink or smoke or anything else that might make you choke.
Choose something other than a vice that will cost you your life.
Loves I will pray for you, sending you warm thoughts and love on your path throughout this life.
May God be with us today and all through our life.
Categories:
orientated, adventure, blessing, confidence, creation,
Form: Rhyme
No matter whichever way you are orientated,
It is all the same; true love and physical attraction expressed.
Even if a choice, it is your blank canvas meant to be painted.
Categories:
orientated, love, pride,
Form: Sijo
Not done yet
Jason Doig joined the South Australia Police as a cadet in 1989
Commencing his service as team orientated officer so inclined
Between 1995 to 1998 he served as a Naval Reserve diver too
Giving his time and skill for Australia freely as his duty to do
But he was not done yet
He served the Luncindale Community for twelve years
An ideal country police officer and quintessential bloke without peer
As the bedrock of his Community he was always there
His creed was kind, caring, generous and unique to care
But he was not done yet
Jason was adventurous by habit in all he’d do
He lived his life by his creed all the way through
Taken by an assailant and his duty met
It was clear in this time that he was not done yet….
© Paul Warren Poetry
For Brevet Sergeant Jason Doig South Australia Police killed by assailant’s bullet on 17 November 2023 at Lucindale, South Australia . RIP your duty done.
Categories:
orientated, death, remember,
Form: Elegy
EXPLORATIONS
divergent
transition
extinguish
in
surroundings
with
echoes
defined
&distinctive
crytalising
the
symbolic
patterns
fused
alongside
the
geometrical
harmony
revealed
in
deeper
things&
draw close
PRESENT-MOMENTS
different
facets
particularly
stylistic
intense
& preoccupied
enclosed
focussed
in
a
sweeping
panorama
of
naturalistic
simplicity
of
common
consciousness
closely
linked
in enthusiastic
cultures
of
imagination
OBJECTIVES
in
realistic
representation
implicated
by
characteristic
emphasis
of the
naturalistic
& contemporary
motifs
in
uniform
focus
schematically
displayed
panoramically
&
monumental
in expression
of attitude
poised
& orientated
in
visionary
emotion
of a dream
Categories:
orientated, poverty,
Form: Verse
The space animated. The place migrated.
The taste of possibility, pigmented,
invisibly, orientated by shifting atmosphere,
arousal, of fickled nothingness'?
impregnated?
Categories:
orientated, cool,
Form: Rhyme
a discourse
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
Categories:
orientated, word play,
Form: Free verse
POETICS in PROGRESS
a discourse we don
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
Categories:
orientated, poetry, word play, words,
Form: Free verse
When she crossed her legs,
electric silk
slipped over thigh orientated beguilements.
Her shoulders were disrespectful.
The massed pipes and drums
of her braided hair played upon my mind.
I was alone for a thousand years
drinking her in.
I wanted to ask her
but what?
Besides it was then she looked my way
with a cool ‘muck-you’ stare.
Back at the hotel,
my reflected sun-slapped face,
seemed as unstable as sand,
yet the syllabary of her thighs
had so much more to say to me.
Categories:
orientated, poetry,
Form: Free verse
CONFETTI HAZE
attention
scatters
the simplified
silhouette
so
remarkable
& subjective
a state of mind
in dream lapses
this luminous
impression
to express
an aspect of this
style
of condensed dreams
multi dimensional
&punctuated
diminishing
lulls falls
stepped teeming
close yet
discrete
contrasts
orientated &
heightened
a
coherent image
I delight
to grasp
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
orientated, poetry,
Form: Other
When she crossed her legs,
an electric silk slipped over the jewel-studded sides
of a blushing chameleon.
Sand clung to her thighs,
a tapestry of flaxen crumbs on amber skin.
Thigh orientated beguilements
spread their plush landscapes.
Her shoulders were disrespectful –
I liked that. The massed pipes and drums
of her braided hair marched out of sight -
muted instruments of mutual destruction.
I imagined an emerald turtle born from a native legend
lived in her watchful heart.
I was alone for a thousand years
drinking her inward.
I wanted to ask her
but what?
I guessed that whatever her answer,
there would be no sign of small pink wings
and cutesy fairy smiles.
Besides it was then she looked my way
with that cool ‘-you’ stare.
When I got back alone to the hotel,
not having said a word to her,
I looked at my reflected sun-slapped face,
it was as unstable as dry sand,
yet the syllabary of her thighs
had so much more to say
as my face fell apart onto the wet floor-tiles.
© a day ago
Categories:
orientated, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Homesickness has me
Ogling old photographs,
Missing all that reminds me of home.
Echoes of a time long ago
Still, rings silently in my heart, and
I long to return to my roots and
Come home to my family;
Kick back and reclaim my youth.
Nowhere else feel like home;
Everything in the city is,
Self-serving, corrupted, or
Sexually orientated; God, I miss home!
ANY NEW ACROSTIC ABOUT NOSTALGIA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
orientated, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Acrostic
a discourse we done
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
Categories:
orientated, poetry, word play,
Form: Verse
be holy for I am holy
our Lords spoke to Moses
of priests
&the holy
sacrifices&
cleanliness
&laity in worship
orientated for all
our Lords spoke to Moses
of the presence
of God
permanent
yet localised
a tent of appointment
a visual rendez-vous
to tabernace anew
our Lords spoke to Moses
to be holy
not commonplace
purified
sanctified
a perpetual call
to all
our Lords spoke to Moses
of sacrifice for sin
supposing of blessing
&curses
a twin
our Lords spoke to Moses
of allegiance&redemption
in
covenant&pledge
changing of ways
&
reciprocation
instead
our Lords spoke to Moses
in
scripture inspired
of love
to others
neighbours
heartfelt
with strength
mind&soul
to
seek out
completeness
divine grace
face-face
Categories:
orientated, christian, people,
Form: Ekphrasis
Bob snowman was famous all over the town
Was fun orientated, behaved like a clown
One day on the frost
His balance he lost
Then tumbled and landed legs up and head down!
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Upside Down World Contest
Hosted by Eve Roper
Placed 3rd
© 27th December 2017
Categories:
orientated, humor, snow,
Form: Limerick
Dimensions of the poetic,playful
posies,once absurb come into
perspective the upside down unlocked
its potential perceived,evidence now
orientated and then expressed.
Categories:
orientated, inspiration, poetry, perspective,
Form: Prose Poetry
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