Short Destine Poems
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All so endearing, ever so compelling
Bevel together
Community commonly united
Destine groups of praising humans
Everyone placing their trust in Christ
1/24/18
there is no peace
when man fears the eyes of mann
when faint follies and karma
provokes silent sullen protest
mounted by cruelty
and thee essence of the raw mann
destine to rule over a people
in the meantime
written by Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Life is a challenge
Where the tracks go is unknown
Hop on board ~ destine your life
Lessons around each bend
Journey with probity and love
written: 8-17-2019
SECOND EDITION OF WAYRA Poetry Contest
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Clandestine is when you keep something
secret or has been done secretively that
might have been illicit.
Trump Can Be Clandestine
About Trump what we have is a question;
Why does it always seem he was destine
To do things in secret that are clandestine.
Jim Horn
Sweet Melody
Your Love knows...
No distance,
nor comparison,
against others,
shall remain,
but yours,
where it will last,
in purity of my heart,
that lingers, sweet melody,
high above cloud,
to send nothing but,
sweet kisses,
of white sugar,
to the lips,
I destine to,
softly kiss...
Life is like a plane
It can drove in the land
But to prove it is plane
It will fly in the sky
Roam as it destine to go
Once it landed it rest
Prove again next time
Fly again until one day
If mechanical failure
It will be check and tend
Till decommission to retire
By an authorized agent.
The friendliest foes are ones who know
the best and the worst of me
A hug for the Love, a brew for a thug
A slug that was destine to be
So years go by with smiles and cries
Lies for a friend like this
I stuck that knife right in his back
He laughed as WE died closed fist...
Form:
A sip passes in missing your warmth
In your cacoon
Sound, eternally calm
Holding the mug
intensely
Thy hand
Pleases
Fostering magic to both
To both the warmth
of her lifeless soul and those
cold tears in shriek
A time won't destine
thy sufferings aside
persue my warmth and sleep...
Highland culture filter
Words out of kilter?
KILT
KILL
DILL
DIAL
DEAL
PEAL
PEAN
PLAN
CLAN
No, clandestine link
Brings the Dress Act of 1746 to the brink!
The mighty kilt
On which highland culture is built
Our God,who was,is ,and will be,
lives now, in you and me
He knows the beginning and the end,
on this we can depend
In Christ ,we the elect,can know
our purpose pre-destine
Jesus may,through us,to others
His divine blessings,show
Praise be, let these blessings flow,
when Jesus Christ,you begin to know
O Nadine,
death has momentarily
revealed its face.
Thy name shall ne'er go in vain.
Yea, thou prepareth for a
journey of splendor and grace.
O he Lord
hath laid a destine path for thee
leading unto a divinely,
heavenly, serenely kind of place.
For thou art a
flawless redest rose and the
heavens be thy vase.
LOVE SHOULDN’T HURT UNLESS IN CHILDBIRTH
Love does not hurt
Only destine and sanction within child birth
Whom has it worst, it’s the wo-man, womb man
Of course…
Procreation brings forth children birth!
“He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.” (Song of Solomon 2:4)
3/17/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
I’m alive
The world can see me now
The storms can testify
The wind can attest my weight
The birds are offering their feathers
My strength increased
I have overcome
My mockers sees my victory
My enemies can see my crown
The sky welcomes me greatly
The earth knows I am destine
My position is released
Every giant recognized my worth
Yes! I am place at the top
You are so shy
You know you're mine
Though you're swayin'
I know you're mine
I love your hide
your feeling is fine
Your pride also shines
When lookin' at you, I wanna die
Lyin' beside you, you make me cry
Though death does us part
I know you're mine
The Lord God destines
You can't disguise
I know you're mine
Busaba Patanawiroj
2 June, 2011
Form:
A Big bang, the press good news
is here small silky tender young endearing
to morning dew.
Joy laughter sounds of trumpetst
Roses dancing and sing sun stand shinning
brightly.
Warm embrace claiming space prints desending
from a new generation I here a suit voice
of sound that echo through the land.
My passport present working hand in hand with
destine.
Form:
Love at first sight,
How to explain,
The glimmer in your eye,
The shine on your face,
The heart but leaps,
Like it’s running a race,
The electricity,
Jumps thought we are yards away,
So carefully we react,
To see if it’s true,
That feeling,
Was just between me and you,
From across the crowded room,
There you stand,
Destine for me to be your man.
11/26/08
Form:
Speck of
existence.
Beyond
insignificant.
Floating.
Floating in
infinity.
Infinity
within
infinities.
Unseeable,
unknowable.
Specks
on a
a speck are
we.
Regarded
not by the
void.
Destine to
blink
out of
existence.
But,
perhaps,
just perhaps
enters
Artificial Intelligence
Techno Sapien,
then
like the
mustard seed
exploding
to fill
the void!
I was once all that a young man should be,
cloaked by a translucent bed sheet tossed over insecurities.
Somewhere between Mark Twain and Plato I grew a lust.
I stroked it with her beauty, and her legs with my desire.
There was need in her breasts, and joy in her hips.
My destine fell with “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Three weeks now I've sat by my phone
thinking her calendar was lost.
It was in the stars – destine, by chance
Left my spirit yearning, burning, guessing
This dream of mine, so certain to enhance
It was in the stars – destine, by chance
Stardust hopes glistening, lost in the dance
Beautiful inspirations, sweet blessing
It was in the stars – destine, by chance
Left my spirit yearning, burning, guessing
Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
December 24, 2022
Mental barriers continue
to steadily arode;
Feeling plenty more alive!
The destine moments
for ridding cobwebs shall
momentarily arrive.
For now 25 years old and
still rugged ebbs
are taken therein strode.
Yes,
desired change is nigh of
this grasp.
Ambitiously onwards in
strive of a better day,
in search of God's plan;
Presently up highway
25 i take a good ol' Sunday
drive.
TEN SECONDS
Time is of the essence,
Every tick of the clock measures your accomplishments.
It's not clear what you will yet become,
Your destine for greatness.
With hopes and admirations looming,
A cloud of misfortune and disbelief appear.
Over the horizon,
As the clock loudly strikes twelve,
Dreams and visions of greatness,
Peak through the darkness.
Time fades behind the clouds,
TEN SECONDS
by
Norman Geary
~~~
Soft graceful effortless magnificence
From sweeping preambles omnipresence
O’er marine moistening proclamations
Tides flowing distanced admirations
Warm simple potency unprotected
Leads ancient seafarers disconcerted
To destine improvements phenomenon
Place complete peacefulness comprehension
~~~
©2014 by Regina Riddle
THE LIGHTHOUSE - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: nette onclaud
September 23, 2014
millions of faces
pass me by
like soft white
milken ghost
aimlessly they wander
in gypsy vagabond night
so enslaved
lost in
the mad parade of
society
just working in this
rhetorical pantomime
to pay debts of mortgage
rent or fancy attire
gold infused chariots that are
just destine to rust
and mansions that are
destine to rot
and this flesh turning to dust
into this insane
karmic
merry go round
here we go
l.w. russell (c) 2013
Your sweet golden,
Brown Sugared, skin
adds A little spice,
to life, Destine,
to explore the nature,
of yours, I am nurtured,
and famished, With,
constant under standing,
why you are loved, so
Baked in by declaration,
of your lips, speaking genuinely,
Above and beyond, captured,
my hunger,
in complete ness,
To never let go,
because you complete me, to
continue, As I Spill The Beans,
that pour through your words,
Among mine, to become one...
Each moment creeps
Slowly
And quietly upon you
Drifting in continuum
One by one
In unbroken chain
From within the infinite
Depths
Of circular time
And across
The velvet black of space
And existence
Until at long last
It presents itself before you
The soul whom
For which it was destine made
And then
As if a drop in
The ocean’s great expanse
Makes impact and
Forever thenceforth becomes…
A part of you
…Jeff Bresee