Sing me lullaby,
I would rather cry
Than try hard to sleep...
And dream you so deep.
Forget of sweet voice,
Yours- always my choice
Lyrics harmonise...
My empty ears' rise.
I might feel your lips;
And wander its grips,
Of lovely words stream...
That sweep off my scream
Off doubt not so pale;
Cum fear, if love fail.
City hub on wings
apogee of ultra bright
fire within urban comet
tangerine signpost
to future halcyon spot
amidst buoyant step onrush
Bouncy castle perk
spurs avid market stall pitch
bargain in a jiffy bag
loophole hatched off-curb
brainwave surge from genie flash
to everyone’s benefit
Silver winter tinged
trees and wet overcast skies
never dampen township verve
that heartland zeitgeist
typical of boom and bloom
day or night march on dweller
Sweep off feet vision
endemic to rapid shifts
where marvel woos miracle
in heady cocktail
at the cutting-edge hubbub
point of entry upbeat frame
I write this in an attempt to explain what I feel is a necessity in people that this world misses out on, isn't enough of. People there to support one another's happiness through selfless caring.
I am soil, here to know
that I make the flowers grow.
and too, the sun,
here to groom
a source to cause the floral bloom.
I take the wilted, and the broke
sweep off the dust,
drown out the choke.
It's who I am, as a soul
the life sparked individual
I give of myself, in my ways
the breathing purpose
of my days.
Know me then by my fruit
otherwise the point is moot.
So if you know me, then understand.
Don't tread needless
on this man.
For I love, and give life
to those in need
to those in strife.
i did have to comb
what had been left of my dome
while i would be home
had been lead astray
God told us we should obey
Use underarm spray
much sugar with spice
had been found in paradise
without sin or vice
with great precision
biden did make decision
need more religion
rather than trashing
biden gave out compassion
which he would ration
when in pinch would feel
needed to have sex appeal
biden be big deal
we know God is wise
and have heard to our surprise
bible did devise
God would break the code
our sins were a heavy load
make sure lawn is mode
(gifts on us bestowed)
after taking knap
God said we should cut the crap
also shut big trap
God gave me big broom
so i could sweep off my tomb
flowers bloom by bloom
when in chair would sit
by lightening bolt had been hit
needed first aide kit
saw banged up fender
had been made by male gender
quite a big bender
Sometimes sweep off
The Wrong person
That is Cupid
Nayda Ivette
9-6-2015
The dust has all settled
I'll go get the broom
sweep off the back porch
and the old sitting room
That wind storm was mighty
almost blew me away
the foundation was crumbling
as the house swung and swayed
The timbers were creaking
the roof sprung a leak
the shutters are broken
it really looked bleak
The old building survived
It's weathered but tough
It will stand tall and fight
when the going gets rough
There's much beauty left
in this old home of mine
I'll still be loving her
till the end of my time
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the sky emits fire
rolling down like metal ball
fresh pandemonium
ground quakes,sea rises
as floods sweep off homes and goods
earth destruction looms
sudden occurrence
as we dine in oblivion
comes Armageddon.
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No storm is too strong for
the Strong Tower to still,
He start from where your
strength cannot stand.
No burden is too big for
The Burden bearer to bear,
He begins where your
brains and brawns break
down.
No pain is too powerful for
the Prince of peace to
plunder,
He pleasures us when our
presures seem to prevail.
No mountain is too mighty
for the Maker to move,
He makes move when our
might makes a mess of us.
No curse is too cruel for
the Convenant Keeper to
crush.
He comes in when our
closest company cannot
comfort us...
No sorrow is too solid to
the Savior to sweep off,
He soothes us when it
seem smiling is too strange.
No worm is too worthless
for Wisdom to make a
wonder,
He works in ways beyond
the walls of this world...
No fault is too fierce to The
Father to forgive,
He finds and fills us when
our faith becomes feeble.
No terrain is to tough to
the True Vine to tame,
He trades treasures where
our toils cannot take us to.
No life is too low for the
Lord of all to lift and lighten,
He lives in a lofty lane
lavished with love, light and
life. Amen
Life is like a portrait,
I tell you the outcome can be a mixture,
Sometime you admire it; sometimes you don’t,
Even after all those efforts, joy can greet your face.
Or sorrow sweep off your feet,
You can still stand up if you fall,
Or if you wish you can sit still,
Life is written in unchangeable language,
You can do nothing than face the challenge,
Life is a mystery, answers will only create misery.
He comes
Through
Like a
Hurricane
Telling everyone
It's going
To be ok
He wipes
Out one
Home
Then takes
Out three
He says
He'll be
Back
Just
Wait and
See
But my
Buddies and
I are
Moving
Away from
The sea
So when
He comes
Back
There will be
No one to
Sweep off
Their feet
In one direction the sun is escaping
in the other, the storm clouds are green.
The gulf waters tired from a day of relaxing
hollow shell concert serene.
Swept up pink skies in a moment bright red
clash with the lightning’s shade.
The sand cools down suddenly, like the day we were wed
and into the water we wade.
Fish darting silver lick past our legs
we shuffle our feet with the tide.
The stingrays sweep off toward the farthest sand bar
as we watch the grey pelicans dive.
Thunder cold rumbling in the heat of the sky
burnt cheeks soothed while I dive.
Sun slips underneath me, storm rains above me,
underwater, I know I’m alive.
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