Short For The Purpose Poems
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Pritzker gleaned his mansion of crappers
for the purpose of not paying taxes
but when his belly gurgled
alleyways filled with his turds
a homeless gal just sat back and laughed
There is a strength not understood--
Something taught that we never should--
To cease this and end the searching--
For the purpose has turned to less--
And life you can no longer 2nd guess
Welcome the Jungle
Getting Nowhere Fast
If you stop running
from what is not chasing you
then you might
catch up to
what you are chasing
but really
we should live
for the moment
the now
and for the purpose
of what we were
created for.
He thought he was king of the pack
And told all his team he'd be back.
But what a kerfuffle
When after the shuffle
He found he'd no ace but a Jack!
20.11.20
( For the purpose of the contest only - no political comment!)
'Out On A Lim Poetry Contest'
Sponsor -Joseph May
this passage contains coverage
for the purpose of survival
where to turn next is not known
this sewer contains drainage
for the purpose of pure release
what to burn next is not yet determined
this heart contains usage
for the purpose of nothing
how to fix what is left is still pending
In my tattered cloth i walk through the streets with a big
Tray on my head selling food while my mate dressed in
Their knited uniform going to school. For the purpose of
Their future, time to time, day by day i dream of joining
My mate for the purpose of my future, when i become
A leader of tomorrow, i wil stop child abuse in Africa.
Siddhis or powers on us may be bestowed,
just as petals open of a blooming rose
but addiction to allurements is best stowed,
that poised in stillness and dwelling in repose,
we see there’s no purpose in tweaking the dream,
which in duality does endlessly stream,
save for the purpose of sharing love and light,
as a beacon of hope in darkness of night.
Love is not a feeling. Love is an action, an activity... Genuine love implies commitment and the exercise of wisdom... love as the will to extend oneself for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth... true love is an act of will that often transcends ephemeral feelings of love or cathexis, it is correct to say, 'Love is as love does'.
It's crazy
not because of its nature,
but its people who makes it
a hard place.
God created it
as a glorious place for everything
to enjoy.
He created the sun for the purpose
of light,
and then the clouds for the purpose
of rain to feed all the plants.
But it's man who try to promote,
and sometimes create
what makes the world a bad place to live.
Who knows
how many
layers
over
generations
have been
used.
Sprayed on,
and caked on,
and smeared on
thick
for the purpose
of covering
the truth.
Oh ye who
through the ages
have done this,
though
your layers
be deep,
know this -
that the truth
will break though.
Not a thing
you can do.
For all
of the truth
is his.
God above's greatest gift is love.
When it's given as it was meant to be,
Not the heartless and empty way which
Professes love for the purpose of
Those who do not love themselves.
Love received into an empty heart
Temporarily breaks mine, but I can
Still love myself - still give love,
Never running out of the real thing.
To God of love, to thee I love to sing.
Liberation from the strongest of bonds
From judgment
From classification
From belonging
To exist for the purpose of existence
The echoing voices, a hymn of dependence
Silent
To exist through actions alone
With no mark
No stain
No expectation
To move the world
Then be forgotten
To move the heart
And be remembered
In silence
Nameless
Eternal
Free
to live as you always should
be the best you can be
pray for the purpose of life
opt out of the way of failure
ignite the fire of motivation & inspiration
relight the fire in the soul
to reclaim the life you are meant to lead
Form:
In a magical clearing just south of here,
There are fire breathing Dragons you will fear,
Their scales are sharp and their roars are shrilling,
The petite but strong Huffle-winks are there for the purpose of killing,
The horrid beasts that claim the land,
Riding on their Dragonflies hand in hand,
In the clearing size does not matter,
The tiny little heroes make evils plan shatter.
June 3, 2018
The other night I met God again
and all of my friends from back home in the promise land.
They arrived the moment I announced my feelings of loneliness
And my wanting to gather with them
for the purpose of discussing
purpose.
They stood on each side of me forming a circle.
I clasped my hands together and fell into their knowledge, their confidence of rebirth
promising to share with my brothers and sisters.
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