William 'Willem' Dafoe
Can hopefully craft a Minecraft hoe
You might as well should call him 'Billy'
The way his humorous stances are oh so very silly.
You are beautiful
In and out for real
Stances so pitiful
Can't be a big deal
As long as truth lives
And not been stressed
Than necessarily sieves
The least off time to rest
Growing wings far caution
Could trap wind's strength
Resulted to logical abortion
That could hold its length
Flying high your way home
That brings you near pure joy
Dreamt of a branded Rome
Landed reality "a filmed toy"
You would realize one day
The call to order heated up
Out of genuine concern's play
To be your healing backup
Souls arrive on earth compelled to survive dramatic impacts.
Each child of Father will one day reach for reasons to believe.
Life finds all seeking intangible roots, tangibly real.
Foundations are sought to follow, aid and uplift one's true self.
Fertile truths grow binding elements aligned on our behalf.
Unconscious insistence calls man's energies to its menu.
Layers of deep insight draws us to a religious leve>l.
Colors of otherness within takes us to all authentic.
Revealing ways of our source may be sought and found in prayer.
Uniting with Father grants faith grown stances on His plateau.
Mindfulness is grace awareness God uses to bless our bloom.
Being Generous Toward Others
Written: by Miracle Man
5/20/2024
Kindness is my mindset for gladly sharing,
of things I’m blessed with regardless of wealth.
It lets others see that I’m truly caring,
not given to be seen but done so in stealth.
I take bighearted stances when donating time,
I always give purposefully from belief.
It always comes back to me in this lifetime,
Pleasing God gives me a feeling of relief.
Whether driving a car or at roadside thumbing,
Believing is mile one on the highway to becoming.
Tom
Stance I before her
Jaundice eyes glaring
Pangs Joy succulent
Juices flows her face
Shines bright she is light
~
With sun beaming down
Her lips wet and moist
Her heart beats and thrust
I am nourish flask
of wine bottled in...
~
Time sweet divine blend
Succulent spices
Juices flows her face
Shuns shines ever bright
Joy succulent juices
~
Jaundice eyes glaring
Pangs stance I before her…
Like a river a flowing
Jaundice eyes glaring
Stance I before her
12/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
from anthology " a Place 4 Her Heart "
She dances she glances
Beyond her shoulder
She peers
Looking back
Her beautiful smile
She poses in the mirror
- - - - - - - - - -
He stances he chances
Hoping she’s bolder
He cheers
Bold attack
His heart to beguile
He beckons her come nearer
Docked your own can it tote-n-land home
Locked unknown antidote to amp the mode
Clamped-n-sewn your stamp will show
Plan it slow in a long tramp you know
Boat the load and camp your stow
Go for broke to brand a glow
Sold your joke now stand-n-soak
Hold folk accountable and count your table
Don't poke a mountable route make a staple
Flow on ropes tight like cable
Low-n-behold a dangle blame angle
Won't hold me-n-strangle in a shame shamble
That’ll level the bevel playing field left disheveled
Hips shoveled as his groveled
It’s bliss behold miss molted
Changes skin manages kin
Estranges them bandages again
Rearranges agendas to gain
Free ranges attendance scars remain
Eerie chances dependence hard refrain
Flee dances of steep step stances
Weep wept lands won’t weaken plans
We keep kept cans to seep sunken strands
Vitriolic stances generate vicious marks.
Sweltering, an irritating swamp of sadness.
The bold spirit is infused with pitiful dark.
Levied by cruel words exuding madness.
Each genius suffers fools that ruin their harks.
Parades of enormous egos in the sky.
Thinking, they are clever in their eyes.
If you follow the fool, you will run dry.
This sense of pride links the beat to the rise.
The patient’s head horn was extremely high.
If you seek fame, they shun the white feathers.
Going by water and fire pulls you near.
Stiff work is vital for raising bright ethers.
Each step takes us closer, great or mere.
Bear you via a mirror and dispel your pressure.
Written: October 10, 2022
KING OF DIVINITY:
On this planet made of legions,
All men are sinners.
And every man has a personal believe.
Hence, they take stances on what they perceive,
Which influences their minds and actions,
With regards to forces and factions.
But isn't it so beautiful and extremely great,
As Jehovah blesses everyone with his grace,
Without consulting any human race,
For their decisions or points of views?
Therefore, no one convince Him of what to do,
No one gets him confused,
No one mars his attributes,
No one infringes on his power of truth,
And above all, No one can ever overthrow Him,
For his name is "Jehovah Elohim".
From age to age his entirety is not that of men.
So let all men shout out..Amen!
Since the King of Divinity is incomparable,
And indeed, His works are ununderstandable.
I think it’s time I stopped paying attention
To those who suffer from **** retention,
Who are stuck in a rut of raw vengeance
Penning verses out of jealous vehemence,
And lashing out with tirades of cattiness
Written with their characteristic nastiness,
Seems they cannot abide my liberal stances
They’d rather regress than make advances,
They tout protecting their individual liberty
No concern for what’s good for you and me.
written January 20, 2022
Silence soothes the senses with
Sweet sensations showering down
Sweeter than sugar, a seasoning
Saltier than the seas, soft and sensual
Sultry beneath sensitive breaths of
Sunlight sending light to supply a
Subtle and splendid supplication to
Share spiritual stances with souls
Slaving, surviving, seeing past the
Sincerity in serenity, sparkling scenes
Seeing spent ideas swaying with
Signs that a sweetheart sings sweetly
Outside any object apparent
Absorbing an alternate zone
Poet trip travels are inherent
World beyond words - honed
Inviting keen readers to enter
Realms they undeniably knew
Existed, concur are meant for
Everyone's joy, not a mere few
Riding wave of sheer abandon
Sheltered from danger's effect
Poet makes assertions candid
Fence sit wish wash he rejects
Places horrific, stances to stun
Gifted writer recklessly reveals
Outlandish acts, on paper done
No ghastly side shyly concealed
Paradise blooms as alligator jaw
Heaven is for having with breath
Spectacle no actual eye ever saw
Is witnessed with contextual jest
Humour a flower flows from jib
Tickled imbibers tastily believe
Brain transportation, a best gift
Breaks obvious, grants reprieve
28th November 2020
Written for Contest : Where Do We Poets Go?
Sponsor: Silent One
If you’re a carpenter,
You can fix it with a hammer and nail
If you’re a captain,
You can get there with a crew and a sail
If you’re the warden,
You can lock it up inside of a jail
Everybody got a solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
If you’re an analyst,
You can lay it down on your couch
If you’re an activist,
You need only march and shout
If you’re an anarchist,
Go on and burn the city down
Everybody got a solution...
Biased perspectives --
Hidden objectives --
Static images in a prime lens
Our various stances
Across the same plane
Decide how each ray of light bends
If you’re a scientist,
You can theorize and postulate;
If a Creationist,
We been kicked outta the garden by fate
A sado-masochist?
Should be no problem keeping a date
I’m no romanticist --
I’m too old to stay up this late
Everybody see the solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
Canvasing the world as we solder metal bandages to wooden wings
We attempt to cover pain by silencing what our scars sing
A noted tension with a vulnerable assist
Showcases hope and a life we refuse to resist
The porcelain skin that encompasses our ceramic hearts
Shatters with words, fragile from the start
We attempt to grow strong and bring misfortune to rest
Never acknowledging our torment in life’s daunting test
Powerful stances and barricaded walls
Provide the illusion of safety from the inevitable fall
We torture our minds with grace and self-worth
A future and freedom promised at birth
Together we provoke sanity and justifying results
But solely we fail due to committmentless faults
Pressure is applied for us all to do right
Causing the misery to show only at night
We lie restless, we toss, and we turn
Contemplating all failures and lessons we learn
Memories and dreams driven by desires and needs
Pose as the trough through which our fiction feeds
Obtaining the most out of life is what we all want
Hoping when we die it’s not viewed as a meaningless stunt
THEY LAUGHED, HOW HE WORKED HARD ALL NIGHT AND DAY,
THEY TEASED AND TAUNTED HIM ALL LONG, BUT HE COULDN'T SAY.
A PERSON WHO IS BOUND TO DO SOMETHING HAS 3 THINGS ON HIS LIPS,
SILENCE. SERIOUSNESS AND A SMILE, WHICH ACTUALLY MAKE MANY RIPS.
THIS SAVAGE ATTITUDE SAYS MORE THAN WORDS,
A PERSON WITH THIS PERSPECTIVE IS SURELY, FOLLOWING THE BIRDS.
TAKING FLY, NOT BOTHERING THE CIRCUMSTANCES,
AND MOVING AHEAD LIKE STANCES.
DEEP INSIDE, THE HARD WORKING PERSON KNEW, HIS WORDS WOULD NOT BUT HIS RESULTS WOULD SPEAK,
BEING FIRMED ON HIS WAY, HE DIDN'T WANT HIS IDEAS TO LEAK.
A DETERMINATION IS NEEDED,
IT COULD NEVER BE GRADUALLY SEEDED.
IT TAKES A WILL TO EMPOWER YOU,
IT'S NOT THAT EASY, LIKE TURNING A SCREW.
KEEP YOUR MIND NEAT AND FRESH,
MIND ME, AFTER BEING AT THIS POSITION, NO ONE THRESH.
- YASHASVI SHARMA
11TH AUGUST 2020
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