She is a well-behaved girl,
I heard someone tell my mother,
Once.
You were like an old soul,
Another confessed to me
As I was becoming of age.
Not once,
Did another ask, or with concern
“Why was she so quiet?”
No one
Paid attention to my silence,
It became normal to them and normalized by me too.
Why was I so mute? At
the moment, I just felt as if
I was frozen in time.
Like no one would
Listen, or
Care, or
Believe me…
A thing for tomorrow reserved
Is a thing for today preserved:
The still-unused has not one served
The pleasure from saving: 'Deserved'
With things for tomorrow reserved
One's strength has been, somehow, conserved
And - some don't know - one's health preserved;
For tomorrows pains drugs reserved.
The Reserved is often preserved
And, there, waits to have you soon served!
You’d moved round and it wasn’t A Catwalk
And your bare back arched and I didn’t talk
The worst vomiting and I didn’t sulk
And at me, missiles fired to baulk
But tell me if I did yell or baulk?
A right you have to strip body bare
But I will see nothing of The Rare,
Always self lending to abhorred boasts
While you aren’t a sought subject of toasts …
Those who are after fame not deserved
Shall a way find to be just reserved.
When money intervenes
There is little resistence
When man thinks of money
There is no place for others
Not even God
Whenever man thinks of God
There are too many requests
Money, power, happiness, longivity and many more
But man always
Forgets to reserve a place in the heart
For "Him", the almighty god.
Venusian being the damsel here
Gives me amiable vibes clear
Ever in need of the words anew
To extoll the diva in my view
For changing is her super mien
In every week valorous I mean
Attire is made of Austrian glass
She is the belle and full of class
When moves spreads the scent
As if she is from heavens sent
Made by God in utmost leisure
And His divine perfect pleasure
Are you an angel from heaven?
An enamouring enchantress even..!!
Such a glorious grace of diva
Limitless is her divine aura
Poets compete to verse on her
For she is a presiding Lord of flora
A beauty with brains in tons
Besides being Lord Goddess Arora
Blue gets fixed precisely such
As her drape is like anaphora
Who is she-the enchanting one!
Of course it’s hypophora
Is she a seductress or temptress!
I am sure not less than Tamara
Winsome mien and gorgeous grin
Looks just stunning in coat angora
Wherever she is my lady luck
May she’s all laurels like Laura
A super woman so beautiful
And enamouring in this era..!!
The society ousted some of it’s members and branded them as reserves
Now to look at the whole society it itself has become a massive reserve!
What kind of blessing you hold for me that requires so many tears shed upon a pillow so inviting too me. She find it within the midst of her day, she was stolen somehow by pain, a chapter to chaos, ending in peace let's move on. What kind of a blessing you bestow upon me, that requires so many tears? As if she needed pain, as IT needed her? No she needed IT too push her ALL the ways through. What? What kind of blessing you have for me that is so certain, it's angers the beast? Was I chosen Lord too bear painful fruit, but fruit ripped and picked to be blessed. So she shed tears, most time overflow but she remains kept, protected, cared for, loved, ALWAYS in the spirit. ??
The important key
timeless - forever in bloom
Like a special warm feeling
in geometric shapes
Aluminum and stainless metal
in this complicated world
Tomorrow's key and tonight's lock -
The door is my heart's face
and inside there are several rooms
One of the rooms is reserved for you
Literally, the key is yours
04/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The bread and the wine held me in captivity
When I was young
Caused many tears,
Caused grief
My love for Jesus was so intense.
This intensity for Jesus has never ceased.
It comes out in a different way now,
In other settings,
In my job
Whereas when I was young
I reserved Jesus for Sunday,
inside one building, for I thought he was there
and only there.
Now I know it is safe to
believe in Him everywhere.
Cafe shade rights reserved
This café serves in summertime,
Flowers abloom,
There’s always a cup on the table,
Atleast one chair in the room
The artist walks in,
twirling soon,
Picture menu,
choices too
The cakegirl walks in,
A cart full of plates,
Place an order,
Out of my case
The brewer walks in,
Assorted oohs,
Water vapor,
Such a booze
The musician walks in,
Hummingbird rues,
Silently standing,
Thinks of a spoon
The suited lawyer walks in,
Dignified,
Ahem’s the selection,
Pays from the shoes
The animated student walks in,
No class today,
Switching choices,
Playing voices
The whiz kid walks in,
Knew this would too,
Loves the discount,
Blinds all goons
The farmer walks in,
Wearing shoes,
Orders a coffee,
Nothing attuned
The bus driver walks in,
What a sale,
Rush the order,
Watch the hail
A royal pain(ter) walks in,
No complains,
Sits and relaxes,
In the breeze.
feelings die
tears dry
no matter
still do we cry
not upset
no regret
wonder why
still eyes are wet
broken chain
forgotten pain
long set
sill makes them rain
moments flee
desires free
filled again
the silent sea
strong defends
heart mends
yet the
long held patience ends
moved whatsoever
forced endeavor
yet stagnant
for ever and ever
Make Sure Seat Reserved
For skies to be friendly,
Should be old and spindly;
One day body is preserved,
So make sure seat is reserved;
Or friendly, sky may not find to be.
That guy was 69 years old.
Will the case rest after his
head hit the head rest?
Jim Horn
A blessed soil which perspires cashews and coughs out black pepper,
its global banner of rice is raised so high
which is only beaten by one.
Specializing in the juices of the commonest limbless reptile
with cuisines highly recommended by the parliaments of health.
From dragons to birds;
the turtle to the horse;
the minds of its people have well been bonded to these,
making historians marvel at which exactly
helped in denting the American military pride.
God Reserved
It always is best to be involved
Before you die and are dissolved;
Writing poems in my life take the lead;
After you read them will have agreed.
Then was when I soon started to realize
My surprise would be winning a prize
And then to the fact became resigned;
God had put His poems into my mind.
Poet Laureate later will become one day
And when I die a wreath they will lay
In front of monument that they made,
As into past my presence started to fade.
High in heaven found a new habitat
For all of us humans and now that
After receiving earthly things I deserved,
A place in heaven for me God reserved.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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