I want to spread the message of peace, true peace. But that which lies under my breast is easily covered with the hues of that which the sunken balls see;
I want to ride on the backs of unbroken horses without having to make any wishes, shoot arrows, and learn good swordsmanship. Have the clouds housing my thoughts nourished this body just in vain?
Do you not also wish to sing His praises and dwell on in His remembrance? But for the fickleness of the souls, forgetfulness lives in time;
When the heart takes to His remembrance, it becomes one in peace, fountains flow from the sockets, the body submits in humility to the reins of its grateful mind, and the soul gains strength from its faithful tongue. Thus, the true remedy for the disturbed;
Come let's spread peace, that our hearts may find even more.
Categories:
swordsmanship, 1st grade, allah, faith,
Form: Free verse
In the heart of Wales beneath shade of trees
In world's stillness relieving in pages
Of bloom gardens as playful fairies tease
Shape-shifting wizards man of the ages
Caught a top of a fire breathing dragon
Charm the beast my passion, have it happen
Eye people pulling their wears in wagons
Close my eyes and let my senses deepen
Wales inspires quills to write Myths and legends
Of British, King Arthur of Camelot
Swordsmanship of Sir Lancelot commends
Behold enchantment of a castle lot
Wales, mysterious and romantic past
Bewitching spells cast and memories last
3/10/2017
Categories:
swordsmanship, dream, england, fantasy, vacation,
Form: Sonnet
HUNTING THE LOINS
My heart is too weak to call for helps
Finding a suitor that has sight is like training for biceps
Which assurance is decided on too many things
Luxury is a perfume that attracts the availables
Only for my soul to refuses their lies called valuables
Quench my taste of what it is to live
Buy me space in your earth for me to till
I prefer a garden with the shrubs thought i have for you
This fight of swordsmanship is a sport i don't play spectator to
Give me a chance to win your pride
My leisure
Honorable pleasure
Invaluable treasure
Ocean without measure
Wind without seizure
Rule my uptown
For i want to buy your downtown forever.
poet : oluremi samuel
Categories:
swordsmanship, adventure, care, cinderella, crush,
Form: Blank verse
Alien implications of a turboprop turnip turning is usefully attuned to mystical presences. Mind stretching images of computerised garbage on an umbrella of slime. Outnumbered then are juices in helmets. Rotting putrid raw stench. Run forward and scream"the boots are green" to the tantalisingly tasty buttercup fountain.but an ooh ooh could never wear a tutu for it might catch on a tree or get stained in fig juice. Simultaneously placing a sunlight then. Wow. Would a swordsmanship display in a flower bed. Never predict the movements of a toasted mushroom sandwich in a bucket of limes.and Aldous Huxley is a tortoise who resides in a castle. How pleasant for him. But one mustn't be perturbed or perplexed by lifestyles of eckoos. Now haha ok. Xxxx juxtaposition jig. Xxxxx juxtaposition wig. Xxxx immortalisation.z
Categories:
swordsmanship, beauty, blessing,
Form: I do not know?
Hot metal, the great forge of my mind
Steam heat, the irony building behind
Try me, I'll cut you down in the blink of an eye
I am the only thing, standing in the way of me
Fighting my feelings, That I am holding
Sixteen, later comes and sooner goes
Fix me, Another weapon to let me know
I'll be, the last thing you'll ever see
I am the only thing, standing in the way of me
Fighting my feeling, I'm holding inside all these years
(Musical intermission)
I am the only thing
I am the only thing
Fighting my feelings
Fighting my feelings
I am the only thing, standing in the way of me
Fighting my feelings, That I am holding
(Hot metal)
(Steam heat)
(A letter)
(and I'm beat)
I am the only thing
Categories:
swordsmanship, confusion,
Form: I do not know?
Any (every) man
can brag about his conquests,
the notches in his belt
little rungs on a ladder
baptized in ********.
Any (every) man
can regale you with stories
of their swordsmanship or cunning
linguistics.
Any (let's just be honest and say all) man
can try to hold a woman down
while pretending to hold her hand.
But it takes a REAL man
to look a beautiful woman
in her emerald moth eyes
and say;
"Will you teach me how to fish? "
Categories:
swordsmanship, woman,
Form: Free verse