That smiley exterior
Onwards from morn
Once you had worn
Now drabbly overlayed with
Its own sort. Lorn.
I refer to this manor.
Old; ghostly blown
Tempts none; be known!
Droopy, empty windowed. Of
Ravens outflown.
Are we just waiting to Questions the Problems?
Are dreams just stories that have not been turned into facts?
Or are facts things that turn into dreams to tell stories?
What happens to lies that are stretched, does it just turn into truths?
So then lies are just pieces to the absolute truths?
Who dares enter the Chambers of ho-lies?
And a-tempts to open the Arks of Covenant?
Would you even need to balance lies with truth if they are part of the whole?
For what you perceive is what you receive?
Then shall I say "receiving is perceiving/presieving"?
There is a flow that tempts the beat to expand beyond the tempo of social endeavors.
I taste the sweet sweat of the dance that beads into my mouth like nectar of magick coursing through me to become more fluid.
Stretching out beyond the ether like a current swirling, swelling, and then motioning me deeper into bliss that vibrates in space time
Time that dissolves into synchronicity with movement of the dance
A dance of ecstasy watching her move and knowing that the moment is never ending, yet hinges on its own conclusion that most certainly must come.
Shoulders smoothly rocking, hips swaying, and eyes too demure to let words encase them with their limits.
This is the treasure of life being lived.
This is the worth of being.
A young bowler he liked to play cricket
In his career took many a wicket
the crowd he enthralls
as he shines up his balls
He tempts the Pommies to snick it
TABLE TENNIS
A keen young sportsman named Dennis
Favourite game is called table tennis
hits balls over the net
won many a set
A plumber when young an apprentice
Oh cheese! I confess my devotion
to thee, to your curdled, cultured,
gloriously gooey arts.
Cheddar calls my name
with the confidence of someone
who knows I’ll always say yes.
Brie seduces softly
all buttery whispers
and melt-in-the-middle promises.
Gouda is no better
strutting in like a snack-scented celebrity
with that smug smoky grin.
Even Swiss tempts me
holes and all~
proof that imperfection can still be delicious.
I try to resist, but the dairy aisle knows me
always greeting me like an old friend
who always talks me into trouble.
So I surrender again
armed with water crackers,
a hopeful heart, and zero regrets.
Some things in life do not resonate
For they mostly only ever repulse
The saddest of humanity tempts fate
Or blames the heart for broken clarity
While the dutiful of mankind joins in love to protect entire communities
And seek out new purpose with grace while releasing senseless vanity.
A deep hearty view about "just kidding"
Can relate silence to dying feeling's quest,
Dreaming of moments to seal nice bidding...
Love can't crave less what its morales suggest.
A blunt crazy truth against "I don't know"
Can give knowledge to doubt, gentle mind mash,
Staging unseriousness as lucid blow...
Storm try tempts its unaware violent splash.
A calm norm while approaching "I don't care"
Can bail out tricks peace held in cell for long,
Shaping bravery to tackle inmost flare...
Misguided to depend on pointless wrong.
A painful but emotional "it's okay"
Can't lead on a dark grief to lightened fray.
Drawing boundaries to create thoughts in limited arc of invention and not to follow forced submission,
My natural instincts tempts me to go for recheck time and again to counter the befitting cultural confrontation.
The individual loses his glory to paint the people with misleading notion and connotation beyond human limitations,
I stand for those oppressed class of innocent people who are the ceaseless victims of this hazy affirmations.
Magnanimous in spirit, you give without measure, shaping minds with grace.
In quiet strength, your presence steadies the English Department’s scholarly pulse.
Language itself seems kinder when spoken through your thoughtful guidance.
Dedication marks your days, a testament to love for both words and people.
Resilience defines you—firm yet gentle, principled yet compassionate.
Every lesson you share becomes a bridge between intellect and humanity.
Deep in our hearts, with sadness I recall moments when absence felt unthinkable.
Blessed are we, for God, in wisdom, placed you where your light could serve many.
Despite change that tempts us to rescind what time has altered, gratitude remains.
Amid shared laughter and quiet counsel, friendship grew sincere and enduring.
You are a moonlight flower beauty, calm, luminous, and quietly rare.
Appreciation rises not only for what you do, but for who you are.
Praise be to God for sending you to us—our colleague, our friend, our gift.
The sun sleeps in well past dawn
as snow and ice fill the morn
The bright red cardinal
nowhere to be found
Darkness reigns well past eight
tempts the workday: Start late
Children shiver, lips a-quiver
Moms can't resist this bait ...
But the world chugs ahead
her engine ignites, wheels revolve
Locomotive roars, the sun snaps-to
~ inertia pitches forward, into the flue
The irony of aging is
You’ve worked your whole life toward
Retirement or working less
And maybe you have scored
A little nest egg, waiting,
Like a “You’ve done well” reward,
So there might be some treasures
That right now you can afford.
Yet some, like me, have also reached
The point where I am bored
By wandering through stores, which I,
At one time, just adored.
The kicker is that I could use
Some savings I have stored
To treat myself, but nothing tempts;
I guess I’ve cut the cord.
Leftover candy from Halloween tempts all before breakfast
no one will notice.
The leafs on the trees have brown and are falling
raking away, raking away
The nights are colder but the furnace won't come on
cuddle under blankets for warmth
Mornings are cold but the days still warm
tis the season to wear layers of clothing.
Thinking of turkey begins early November
planning the feast in your mind
Make sure the garden hoses are put away
winterizing the house before freezing begins
The dogs begin to sleep with you in bed
warmth in numbers
Thoughts of summer past linger in your mind
maybe a vacation affordable next year
Outside and the wind chills with a whisper
soon Christmas will arrive and a New Year
The Autumn of life reflects the end is near
a soul makes peace in days of cold
for winter has ways to make you feel old.
Shake your head not my time
first snowfall my second childhood finds
Snow ball fights and riding sleds
enjoying tobogganing like a kid
Snowmen and igloos
Hot chocolate spiked with booze
Stay young by having a little fun
the promise of Spring has just begun.
Do not take restoration at heart's nest
To rest quests of growing... to thanksgiving;
Where fierced tempest seemed calm and reliving,
Rather keep battling to secure end's best.
When your reach nation;
Where lofty navigation
Tie norms gradation...
Do embrace undiluted silent tongue
In your closet where broad will is of God;
Every moment joy visits starving odd
To dine on your sacred wrongs left unsung...
When you reach new realm,
Where sins put grace off as helm;
Mercy overwhelm...
Do not forget sweats, threats dared to beset
That energize crazy means you keep up,
With daring patience, luck tempts to give up;
Tracking your lot to memorable regret...
When you reach great land,
Dearly take firmly your stand
For grace to expand...
Yet clip your head down in His soothing palm,
Switch not to have a grip of your wisdom
Which holds the best human abused kingdom;
Of foolishness buried alive in psalm.
When you reach new height,
Try by all means to rewrite
Past names- delight slight...
Never give up.
Doors swing open
when the timing’s right -
not before,
not after.
Don’t lose the thread.
Spiritual amnesia
creeps in quiet,
makes you forget
how far you’ve come,
what God already did.
Stand firm.
Faithfulness isn’t a feeling -
it’s a foundation.
Remind yourself,
again and again,
of His goodness
in every step.
Look through faith’s lens.
Circumstances shift,
but truth stays.
Do your best
where you’ve been placed.
This season matters.
This moment counts.
Run with your calling -
not someday,
but now.
God doesn’t change
with the scenery.
He’s steady
while the grass
tempts you
from the other side.
the monster inside
wants me to hide
it wants to come out
that’s without a doubt
it rears its ugly head
filling me with dread
it tempts me to spiral
the monster’s gone viral
it’s going to get me in trouble
I can no longer stay in my bubble
I need to tame the beast
like an exorcism and a priest
it sees me when I’m mad
it likes it when I’m bad
it comes out when there’s jealousy
it hangs around like leprosy
I see it trying to get nearer
every time I look in the mirror
it tells me I’m not good enough
but I’m about to call its bluff
I see its horns, I see its claws
it tries to point out all my flaws
I see it’s stupid toothy grin
and it’s scaly brick colored skin
i grab it by its feet and take it for a spin
it says “I’m never gonna let you win”
I throw it across the room and say
‘time to go outside and play’
I kick its butt on out the door
“don’t worry I’ll be back for more”
I say “idc I’m not keeping score
you can’t control me anymore”
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