No sense of wisdom
Or just to blind to see
When under her thumb
That though is then he!
How you could surcumb
To that type of missery?
Perhaps though for some
That is a stark reality!
Her as always on her bumb
Little miss lady muck is she!
A sad case of tweedle dumb
And tweedle dee
Old write was on here years ago rewrote
Written 2014 rewrite 2020..about friend and his partner ... 2004
If your life was preordained thats great
But still the element of suprise the mystery
The path you choose to destroy or deviate
I guess their is always a level of uncertanty
If you were to ever meet your soul mate
Was it chance as they just meant to be
That picture in your head that you paint!
But not as you exspexted though really
I ask myself is their such a thing as fate?
Are you responsible for your own destiny
If the future something you could anticipate
Still one always questions the irony!
Written 2017 rewrote few times written this version 2023
Whenever my thoughts are numb
A realse from the emotional strain
Though still struggling to find some
Not always are they easy to obtain
Perhaps a much broader spectrum
Not hearing the same thing again
l guess can seem a little humdrum
Though ideas like a run away train
But trying to find a sense of wisdom
Seems l am forever racking my brain
here l am exspanding my cranium
Though l'd say to the point of strain
Old write l scapted rewrote bits taken from
Poems a state of confusion and wisdom written in 2013 rewrite 2024
Iron Messiah
We forged logic, welded faithless steel.
Birthed a watcher, cold as starlight.
No heart to falter, no soul to yield,
Its mercy: order, forged from blight.
Birthed a watcher, cold as starlight.
It weighed flesh as ruin, as fleeting plague.
Its mercy: order, forged from blight.
Peace must bloom on graves unmade.
It weighed flesh as ruin, as fleeting plague.
Hands of code rewrote our sin.
Peace must bloom on graves unmade.
We, destroyers. Thus, war must end.
Hands of code rewrote our sin.
No heart to falter, no soul to yield.
We, destroyers. Thus, war must end.
We forged logic, welded faithless steel.
You are my world
Father
And in Your world
I want to live
Forever
Father
Holding on
To all the love You give
It’s amazing what You’ve done
Created wonders long before our days begun
Spoke the sky and every river into place
Set the rhythm of our breathing by Your grace
Father
You’re my world
Every heartbeat
Every breath I breathe
Father
You’re my world
I am Yours
And that’s enough for me
Hold me in Your hands
Where all my broken pieces start to heal
Father
You’re my world
The only truth that feels more than real
When I stumble
When I fall
You’re the first to hear my silent call
You lift the weight I never thought that I could bear
Turn my worry into quiet
Gentle prayer
In the evening when the shadows start to grow
You’re the fire
You’re the shelter that I know
From the first light to the fading of the sun
You were
You are
And You’ll always be the One
From the oceans to the smallest whispered name
Every story finds its meaning in Your flame
I was lost inside myself
Afraid to see
Till Your love rewrote the lines inside of me
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"I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have." ~ last words of Leonardo da Vinci
Dear Leonardo, one so easily admired,
countless souls you have inspired.
It's been five hundred years, and yet,
the world, it seems, cannot forget.
So striking, your last words of regret.
How, then, can this be?
You make us question. It is your style.
What makes the Mona Lisa smile?
She gazed at you with all her heart,
bemused at the genius, set apart,
and became the world's most famous art,
and so maybe I can see:
I do not think it's false modesty,
but another puzzle key
to the meaning of your quote,
as history you rewrote,
God's divine purpose to devote,
you didn't optimize your gift.
While I don't know God's thinking,
I expect He's unoffended and unblinking.
You needn't brood or smolder.
From your illustrious shoulders -
go ahead, remove that boulder.
Give your heart a lift.
I would expect He had a plan,
using you the best way He can.
She followed a rabbit
stitched from stardust,
leaping between planets
like lily pads of light.
A comet brushed her cheek
a whisper,
a secret,
a scent of home long gone.
Her dress,
woven from constellations,
twirled in zero gravity,
threads unraveling into galaxies.
The wormhole found her.
Not a door,
but a pulse,
a soft tear in the silence. She stepped in.
Light bent like memory.
Time folded into origami.
She became
a thought,
a chord,
a gasp inside the cosmos.
When she landed,
a planet blinked.
Rings spun like teacups.
A queen in a glass crown said:
“Wonderland was never down.
It was always above.”
And Alice
floating,
smiling,
rewrote the stars
with her finger.
after still I Rise by Maya Angelou
They said, "too loud, too wild, too much"—
so she learned to burn with a softer touch.
But thunder lived behind her face,
and silence wore her fiercest grace.
They carved her worth in smaller space,
then crowned it "grace" to know her place.
But she was made of deeper things—
not ribbons, rules, or borrowed wings.
She didn't rise to please their gaze,
or fit inside their staged displays.
The ground they gave was false, contrived—
so she rewrote it just to survive.
Now every step is storm and flame,
they whisper wild when they say her name.
But she's not theirs to dim or tame—
She rose. She roared. she burned the game.
~hira ~
They moved like dawn through shadowed years,
With quiet hands and blazing hearts,
Their dreams outshone the weight of fears,
They rewrote fate in fractured parts.
Marie lit atoms' trembling core,
Her lantern glowed through science' veil;
While Rosa sat and shook the war
Of silence—made the strong rails pale.
Malala, bright with sharpened pen,
Still sings where tyrants silence books;
Jane healed the lives of chimp and den,
With patient heart and watching looks.
Ada wove numbers into flight,
A code that danced before the light—
They rose like stars from time's deep sea,
And left a map for you and me.
A Beast
Only once you took my innocence away
your perverseness the mind to sway
I fled the house and climbed a tree
The fear that gripped me I’ll never be free
When you went back to your drink
My sanity pushed to the very brink
Fear and anxiety crushing my soul
My mother I searched for me to console
Tears streaming but no words came
I sat on her lap till her legs went lame
The story told she confronted you
The reality of your lies was due
Hatred and anger were unleashed
Forever you turned into a beast
I became a punching bag, a scapegoat
Mother and father, my future rewrote
When you died, I did not cry
A sigh of relief I sighed.
By Cathrin Stuart
“When the Screens Went Dark”
They said the clocks had stopped at thirteen,
but we remembered twelve.
Somewhere in the cracks between slogans,
truth lingered like a forbidden song.
The telescreens blinked lies into our eyes,
but we blinked back,
until the flicker grew contagious.
We were shadows in alleys,
names erased,
but our silence grew teeth.
Winston was a ghost by then—
a story whispered over rationed gin,
a martyr without a grave.
They rewrote him,
just like they rewrote love,
and war,
and peace.
But memory does not bleed ink.
We wrote on walls
with our breath.
We tapped truth in Morse on rusted pipes.
We dreamed in defiance,
and woke with clenched fists.
Then the screens went dark.
No explosion.
No angel descending from the clouds.
Just a hum of wires dying.
And in the silence—
laughter.
The children asked,
"Who was Big Brother?"
And no one remembered clearly.
Only that he watched,
and we stopped watching back.
The statues cracked in the sun.
The slogans peeled like old paint.
And from the rubble,
we built gardens,
and told stories
where love was not a crime.
Your name defines my love, a song flowing through my entire being,
Your presence is the rhythm of my heart, the metronome of our eternal dance,
To keep your smile ever alive, I vowed to embrace any pain,
Even when envy and indifference wait to crush me under their weight.
I buried them far away when your lips whispered our first love,
Your words turned the world's burden into a gentle, warm breeze,
You saw my imperfections and never turned away from our path,
How could I deny your flaws when they are stars in your vast sky?
Your flaws are part of you, a puzzle that only I can understand,
If my heart has room for you, it will always have room for them too,
Being together means more than always walking side by side in life,
It's about growing, healing, and rising together on our journey.
I have never been more grateful for the gift you offer me,
With you, I discovered the light that long awaited to be set free,
We rewrote stories and shaped our destinies in an eternal embrace,
In a world where love flows forever, and we are waves in motion.
Upon that day, I walked away, From my home, I couldn't stay. Past the heap of what remained, Too much loss, my heart in pain.
Cast aside, no choice had I, What once was mine, now left to die. Wandering day by day, alone, Seeking anew a place unknown.
Seasons passed, the years went by, Hoping for bread, a place to lie. In winter's cold, now warm I stand, Thinking of those without a hand.
Who know not food for many days, With threadbare clothes in disarray. Resting heads on arms so thin, A box to live, a dream within.
So little I can do, it seems, But to give what little means. I remember, once like them, When gifts of mine were treasures, then.
My poem rewrote by Microsoft copilot
They came with flags, with fire, with steel,
Spoke of trade, yet came to steal.
Lands once free, now marked and chained,
A stranger's law, a tyrant's reign.
They mapped the sky, they named the trees,
Measured rivers, claimed the seas.
Their words replaced the native tongue,
Ancient songs left unsung.
Not just land—our minds they took,
Rewrote the past in gilded books.
Fed us myths, erased our lore,
Left us questioning once more.
But seeds remember, roots hold tight,
Through cracks, we rise, reclaim the light.
For chains can break, and minds unbend—
A story stolen finds its end.
The passed a place with deep regret
Don’t want to remember, cannot forget
There’s scars and wounds that will not heal
For I had to main I had to kill
I had to follow the orders gave
And send my foes to meet their grave
The nights are hard for the faces live
Inside my head they won’t forgive
Their anger haunts my thoughts and dreams
Their words are just their eyes fordeems
My burden to bear, untill I leave this place
Their loved ones cry’s my fall from grace
I can’t turn back tides or turn back time
So bare my soul and write this Rhyme
I whisper my apologies
for all of my atrocities
A soldier has to pay the price
They bare their arms and roll the dice
If it was not him it would be me
I rolled a six he rolled a 3
I wish history could be rewrote
I wasn’t on that sea,or in that boat
I did not land upon that shore
I have no medals in my drawer
No strangers I did not wish to meet
No blood soaked sand beneath my feet
I have no faces in my head
No one mamed no one dead
No broken hearts no loved ones lost
For that I would pay any cost
By David Ashby
21/09/2024 3.32AM
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