Why must I be disappointed?
Experience?
Just reals
For life?
Save yours
Do they enjoy your suffering?
Yes
Must be disappointed?
To live life over them
The real ones
Won't switch on you
Your tribes will always align
Your people will never
Turn their back or ride against you
They'll always walk through
The dark and storms without changing on you.
Know your originality
You have the ability
To recognize the real ones
Never let the fake ones put apartheid
You have the power
To separate the real ones from the fake ones
You have the right to choose who to ride for and with.
The reals supports you genuinely
While the fake ones
With hidden intentions
Either to know your game plans
Or to extort treasures from you
Don't do for those who are against you
What you supposed to do for those for you
Use your intellect not your emotions.
If I didn't had your love
My father
I would not be able to live
Without your love
Please father give me
Some love
Because I know that
You have lots of love to spare
You are the one made love
With your holy hands
AIso it is love that reals
My broken heart
That is in pain
I already took lots of pain killers
And nothing worked
Yes I overdose on pain killers
That is something that is very dangerous to do
But I also was getting desperate
Yes father lots of people broke my heart again
I also don't know what else to do
I don't know if I should end the friendship
Because I hate to be alone without friends
If I didn't had your love
My father
I would not be able to live
Without your love
Please father give me
Some love
Because I know that
You have lots of love to spare
You are the one made love
With your holy hands
AIso it is love that reals
My broken heart
That is in pain
I already took lots of pain killers
And nothing worked
Yes I overdose on pain killers
That is something that is very dangerous to do
But I also was getting desperate
Yes father lots of people broke my heart again
I also don't know what else to do
I don't know if I should end the friendship
Because I hate to be alone without friends
A daytime in Madrid
Gray sky overhead
The mist forms rows
Eyeing, hesitating
As spectators in a field
Hovering for kickoff
Masses of zealots
Shining bands of fans
In the style of a royal army
The sound of shoes trampling
Moving to a specific ground
Hovering for kickoff
The reals of Madrid are tough
They defy tooth and claw
The adrenaline level is rising
Blood of steel ran in their veins
Artistic knives are at the ready
They hurt the stadium
The reds of England look anxious.
To do this, a hero must be called.
A savior in times of peril.
A leader to rally the troops.
A Liverpool that flips the tides.
Halftime is near
Relief for the Spanish is near
But there is a last terror spell
One final shot towards glory
A clip-on their lips
A blow on the Reals' souls
The fate of our heroes is unsure.
What lies next for the Reds?
But one thing is certain.
They seek victory.
Will they master the chaos of war?
Written: June 2, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Back in the days when fences were constructed to lean on
I had my fathers smile my mother's apron now they're gone
Along with brother's camera and his filming laughter reels
Along with sister's bumbling ways and admiration reals ...
Fences are made to keep in or keep out. Sometimes
Erecting them can be a way of protecting or rejecting
No one knows the power of a fence more then those who
Crossed the holocaust fences and survived. Fences can be
Easing posts for friendship or wired spokes with big fat
Signs that say " Keep Out" it all depends what side your on
Back in the days when my dad build a fence for grapes and vines
I knew what belonged to other people and what was truly mine
Along with my cat, my bird, my three ring binder and my fence
Along with my heart and my soul, I knew what to let in, hence ?
Written by Mystic Rose
Inspired by Harry Horseman
Local municipalities county stately across the nation internationally
I haven't been this way before I have a traveling heart
Diverse and deceived my mind reals
My mouth speaks of Truth and hold not in part
Who am I and how am I to feel
In motion going forward
Not knowing where I'm going
At the speed of light my body's shivering
Burst of electricity in my mind deliberating
Body breathing believe it vibrating moving from place and state
In space moving forth in haste I'm moving in
...a traveling heart
6/18/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I’m a sea-going servant some call me, John
I love, love to sail, sail on
From ocean to ocean I sail, sail on
Encompassing rough high waters of the ocean
Devoted to the seas, tis my dream
To ride the waves on a ship at sea
Ocean of devotion, waters of composes, I love it so
Much of the planet’s hydrosphere conventional
I find it much intentional sail on, I sail on
Divisions ravish and reals coral blue-green aqua white waters
In rhythmic descending orders
Mighty colors Pacific, Atlantic Indian southern and Arctic
Oceans granted rolling, raging and reeling waves
Oh, How I revel and marvel rolling waters emotions
Mightier than the waves of the sea is
His love, God’s love for you, for me
I will call your name and keep my eyes above the waves
That raging rapid commotion,
O how I have such a devotion to the oceans
I love to sail on, sail on
8/6/19
2nd Place Win in Contest
For Devotion To Ocean Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
If only
Even though the world betrayed him the masters plan was already made
knowing mans sin would lead to death
sacrificing his son for us is spared eternal death
if only the masters fight of bi gone days
fought in reals meant for peace and love.
If only his peace was the victor shield
instead of blood spilled of innocence.
If only we see into the fearful light of death eternal life will be the reward
for those whom held his faith in hope
Close your eyes and good night
Really!!
I can’t even close my eyes for five minutes,
much less all night.
And rock-a-bye baby!
With a bottle of Vodka maybe
Close your eyes and sleep tight
For reals?
Try sleeping tight through more
crying than Martha Stewart
at a Stock market crash
Close your eyes, rest your head
Sure
But good grief, not in my bed!
I’m tired!
Celebrating mothers everywhere!
Ask to meet change
As poise greets strange
Ask that you see
The truth set free
Ask to be whole
Body and soul
Ask that you know
True love that shows
Ask to feel truth
As act reals proof
Ask that you feel
A touch that heals
Ask to feel light
Beyond mere sight
Ask and ask more
From vital core
Leon Enriquez
08 March 2018
Singapore
Rhyme reals chime
Mine shifts time
Laugh rich ease
Prize calm peace
Hear heart hope
Set sure scope
In heart's loft
Soul sighs soft
Feel time squeeze
Brush stray breeze
Time tells lots
Beyond thought
Leon Enriquez
01 March 2018
Singapore
in love
only words don't to be
hearts need
difficult to walk thorny paths
in love
only feel don't to be
reals are founds
everyone sees when the curtain rising
in love
only two person don't to be
understand won't take long
That tiny pause to skirt the truth, half-reals you'd paraphrase,
The subtle softly spinning gyre of cunning in your gaze,
Vague reflections from your skin - a shedding, sheltering plaque,
All concerned syllables sent swiftly bouncing off your back.
Ever adrift on fiction's lost sea, never blown to shore,
Too late I saw your hidden thirst - too easy to ignore
Evasion and avoidance - thus was piloted your ship,
You'd dance around, not run aground - you gave us both the slip.
I failed your buried, rooted pain, I missed the reddened tracks,
All facts would step aside your rime of displaced parallax,
I slighted each secluded wound, the false-trod thoroughfare,
So ends a life of wary silence, cloaked mutely in despair.
No one knew you as I did, my reward there sadly sure,
I'd like to think away now, yet the hard truths are too pure,
Blinded, perhaps, by my own fear, I let out line for years,
And all my stock of forward time now fills with bloody tears.
Upon my closing sight of you, muzzled words within your eyes,
Your final hour released you not - you'd walked too long on lies.
Spread sacred spell
Wise words work well
Wise wonder woos
Dare dreamy do
Feel flesh fund form
Nurture nice norms
Dance dazzling daze
Claim clever craze
Pick profound poise
Vouch vibrant voice
Glimpse grand good gifts
Let laughter lift
Cheer charming chase
Seek sacred space
Treasure tough times
Rapture reals rhymes
Blessings bloom best
Fit funny fest
Wear wonder well
Treat touching tell
Walk wealthy way
Seek sanguine say
Leon Enriquez
22 August 2016
Singapore
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