Things One Can't Change, Just Breathe
A range of things don't move, no question
The plea,
Life launches weight you can't always be a
Perk
Pressure hits hard, sits sunken in the stitching-
Things one can't change...Just Breathe
Turmoil doesn't query if you're ready to
Percolate.
Truth doesn't solicit just cause you believe.
When the world domiciles cold and won't
Compromise Things one can't change...
Just Breathe.
Some fights ain't your own, let the weight
Exemption, Not every storm justifies your
Peace.
Life hits brutal; don't let it snatch things one
Change...Just Breathe
When the world pitches noise, you don't
Get accredited.
And truth gets entwined in what they interwind,
Hold your Center, keep your things one can't
Change..Just Breathe
Written: September 06, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open, and the world is full of beauty". By Rumi
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Listen—not with ears, but with aching skin,
where whispers meander extreme within.
The zephyr is not a cursory breeze,
But divination along with the trees.
It jiggled enigmatically from the stone
and carved its ideology into this bone.
It speaks in whispers and traumatized song,
of where we're accurate, and what went wrong.
Jaw-dropping stories in stillness and hum,
of battles bewildered and those to come.
It hurdles through periods, grief, and grace,
leaving outward fingerprints on the face.
It wears no enthrone, yet huddles the kings;
It severs the tresses on buried things.
So listen in not for roaring decree—
But toward the breath underneath the plea.
The wind will not delay, solicit, or steam,
It is bombastic and allows you to stream.
Zephyr adorns twigs and allows grass to gleam.
Midnight's zero hour draws ever near,
With bated breath, we await the cheer for new year .
Unfazed by cold, our spirits run high,
As nostalgia whispers sweet and bitter sighs.
Everyone hustles for parties, friends, and family
Gathering to cherish moments, dancing to music's melody.
The celebration euphoric, a grand adieu to the past,
Honoring 2024, as it leaves us at last.
Bonfires blaze, cheering the new year's entry,with glee,
firecrackers' burst ,a spectacle to behold in wild spree
Revellers fill the streets, a cacophony of delight,
A standing ovation for 2025, shining bright.
With promises renewed, we solicit blessings divine
For peace and happiness in the world to refine .
As the Sun rises above the horizon with radiant light,
We embark on a fresh journey, filled with delight.
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Say something;
your silence scars my skin,
shatters my soul,
strains my skull,
stretches out my suffering and
snowballs my syndrome.
Out loud;
your opinion is not obvious,
openness not optional,
obligation not obsolete,
only your opposition to the occasion is
orchestrating this onslaught.
Speak;
I scream and shout,
shriek and screech,
sob and solicit,
still, you stay shut-off and silent and
strike me speechless, too.
Some sites selling sweet Sydney Sweeney shots solicit salacious sighs.
When I glide into past, your imprints, I can find
You enjoy my high-fliers as if they are yours
Unwearied marathon with you for many years
And I proclaim that you are always on my mind.
Your muses add hues to my thoughts and go aligned
Keep going with the feel of your aura around
No fear of nightmare instances which pull me down
And I proclaim that you are always on my mind.
You chalk out my concerns and set them well designed
None knows the top secret that you are my first judge
You taught me how and why people crop up a grudge
And I proclaim that you are always on my mind.
Can’t imagine my journey without you, my heart!
Solicit your stay on my mind till I depart
Bidding adieu to a year now past,
Cherishing new dreams and hopes cast .
From memories, you gently fade,
In echoes, where you've stayed.
Resolutions anew, with a fresh start,
Rekindling the spirit from the heart.
Celebrations abound with musical delight,
In parties, under the starry night .
Left behind, bitter memories of yesteryear's find,
In minds ,nostalgically,
lovely moments bind.
With smiles on the face,
Greeting all ,a warm embrace .
Invoking God's grace, in prayers we sway,
The New year dawns,
with peace and prosperity to convey.
Heaps of gratitude for the year gone by,
Solicit divine blessings as the stars fill the sky.
Renewed life rewarded, heartbeat pipes true.
Fable's a quirky whiteness, mingling advent
amidst a dreamt sea of ice, a transient
couple transcends ..., Our pupils traced a dule
of cooing doves, creamy emissaries
that solicit the air, cradled bears in
their cavernous slumber, grasping the thin
contrasts value respect of Wintery's
shared. Rallies we as hosts, incite smiles that
tide a snowy bank to ensure the source
of our delight essences glacial course
pleasures us, our oneness eternal depth
Jigged we a two-stepped-hop, choreographed
to frigid-freed heartbeats lover's behalf.
I usually shy away from volunteering unsought advice.
With fear I'll be meddling, cautions me to think twice.
For speaking without being asked, I'd pay the price
of losing a friendship, if I need to be more precise.
I always tell it like it is when my opinion is sought,
but only after giving the issue some serious thought.
Even if my heartfelt suggestions count for naught,
I promise to extend the best counsel I can impart.
All too often, it can be difficult to tell it like it is.
To breakdown the factions of an essential analysis,
by taking into consideration that it's akin to a quiz.
With a wrong answer I'll hear, "It's none of your biz!"
My goal is to help you by bringing darkness to light,
but it won't deter me from being honest and forthright.
Discord between friends should be a personal plight
so, I won't criticize either side with words of spite.
If you fear the advice I offer might lead to indigestion,
don't solicit me for an opinion to a delicate question.
A better solution would be to have a sit-down session
and talk through problems, each making a concession.
October 28, 2022
Be my beloved
as I solicit you!
Be always!
The ocean inside of me,
that I will be your indomitable river,
filling you...
Be
my loving female
that I will be your lion,
vigorous, but
domesticated...
Dance for me as if
were Babylon...
that I will offer you all
pleasure of my body...
Be totally mine,
that I will be universally
yours... !
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
The plants in earnest expect your visit,
Hope, your coming brings.
The stage’s been made ready for your entry,
With longing hearts all sit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The dead laid down in the cemetery,
Your awakening call they heartedly solicit,
Hope, your coming brings.
To all you give, none not any differently,
Your coming, obvious and explicit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The elements that herald, make you seem unfriendly,
They, your good deeds can't inhibit,
Hope, your coming brings.
You permeate the space and cool it gently,
No boundary or set limit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
Hope, your coming brings.
April 17, 2022.
often times we shall miss it
due to undying drive for speed
quick answers what we solicit
the right questions what we need
there is plenty of good advice
to be found in books we read
wisdom gained at so little price
from wise people we should heed
be it Dao, Christ or Ghandi
all had the same basic notion
always keep the truth handy
subjectify your emotions
try harder to treat others
as we hope to be treated
like true sisters and brothers
not those we want defeated
Archimedes led the way
useful knowledge seek
work toward a better day
don’t be an antique
Who makes an enemy of a wounded child of God,
Who claim to understand God’s amazing grace
They walk unrighteous paths with feet unshod.
They choose the path to perdition, long and broad,
While all the while seeking to impress, save face--
Who makes an enemy of a wounded child of God.
It is they who perpetuate the bothersome fraud
As they go about, day by day, from place to place,
They walk unrighteous paths with feet unshod.
They solicit plaudits and stand among the flawed,
Clasping minions who share their earthly space
Who makes an enemy of a wounded child of God.
Eschew the hypocrite; with them do not be awed
Do not seek their welcoming unholy embrace,
They walk unrighteous paths with feet unshod.
God has created every soul to walk upon the sod
To do His will; to longingly search for His grace
Who makes an enemy of a wounded child of God
They walk unrighteous paths with feet unshod.
May 30, 2021
Saints sight at senses and self-discipline
Solicit sanctity and salvation
Solitude, sustainable supplement
Shows spiritual scholarly sources
Showers significant serene success
Subjugating suffused sullen sorrows.
Seclusion sketches spotless sacred souls.
SAVOURING SOLITUDE IN 7 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Date: 27-03-2021
Placed : 2nd
So much to solicit, but with substance excluded,
she mimics intimacy, but leaves one secluded.
Flatteries slip off her tongue like honey's sultry sweetness.
"Come to this incensed bed for pleasure's soft caress."
Like a crafty serpent's spiel, her lips slither stellar speech.
Secure your spirit, flesh, and soul; she'll sample some of each.
With silken negligees, she'll sustain a slave's stronghold,
stealing one's strength like the lust for shiny gold.
One's best possession is sequestered, that of self, a sword within,
squandered to a showy stranger, a satanic mannequin.
Leaving spouse and offspring grieving, an egregious price to pay,
some have spurned their own cisterns to search for soggy clay.
Listen closely, my son, with stern discretion be wise.
For she will lead you in similitude as Eden's sad demise.
12-8-2020
References: Proverbs 5 & Proverbs 7
"Flee sexual immorality. Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body." 1 Corinthians 6:18
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