Identifying bodies
On a show like C.S.I.,
On scars and beauty marks
Or dental fillings did rely.
Our bodies, every one unique,
Have freckles, dots and lines,
Arranged haphazardly in ways
That DNA designs.
Though nowadays the morgue has
More at hand from which to choose,
For it must be much easier
To track down one’s tattoos.
Basis you realize living can be unpleasant
Also, seeing the blessings is hard
In every way, attempt to be grateful
Furthermore, attempt and track down a silver lining
Whenever torment is persevering
Also, the hurt appears to be excessively weighty
Recollect you are strong
What's more, this is brief
Decline to check up without out.
Decline to allow anybody to tell you
That you can't arrive at the sky.
Decline to enjoy every moment.
Continuously plan for later,
Despite the fact that it isn't ensured.
Premise benevolently decline to permit anybody
To change your heart.
Accept that God will lead you
To a higher spot.
Accept that change has beenn
Acknowledged for your life.
Accept that somebody is observing
Over you Child of Maugo
Continuously encapsulate
This conviction within you
That one day you will arise a hero
Ooh good son of Suna.
The doubter's eye yelled, "show me, god."
Go for stroll in quiet cloud laud.
Look where he might track down calmness.
Who can see black bug fold their nod?
Who sees our veins in the darkness.
And wowed the bloodstream in process,
And views embryo's feed in the womb,
Though hears and sees what is voiceless,
Love is clearly starting to bloom.
And knows what he claims in the gloom,
On the vast seas, warm ships of chance,
Wind, blowing past your flower's tomb.
Rising one's rate of mindfulness.
Looking backward to your justness.
We've been imbued with a pulse feast.
Bringing the soul's grace to brightness
Bliss, wholeness In a calm exist.
Keep god's still voice in the spirit.
Grace strike when our ego is shorn.
Praise, the soul's promise, mends the beast.
Rubaiyat Form, HMS check
Written: January 22, 2022
Show Me God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Trace of Accelerated Pace
We would have to track down each trace,
Of what they saw at an accelerated pace;
Intend,
No end;
Realized around in a circle had been race.
Jim Horn
Abominable
They seek him in places where often it snows
To track down the footprints that show where he goes
His liking for trees, of which pines are preferred
Means snow falling from them makes all photos blurred
This makes him look just like a man in a suit
On each of his feet, a multi-toed boot
But many still follow these tracks on a hunch
They enter the woods...
and some become lunch
Horse catcher I said she looks down at me don't you mean wrangler said she, but then quick as a flash I'm back at that bloody track down at the start waiting for all to load almost all done then one throws its midget and runs, off in the pickup I leap to go corner the big black beast
and there we are with me breathing deep I have him corralled of sorts cutting down the angles closer I creep, then I see the twinkle in his eye
I've got no protection for my head or knobbly knees and he fancies his chance of running through me, back in the stand with the delay all eyes are watching the big screen with glee.
Then round the corner walks his lass and makes me look a silly ass, for off he trots head held high snorts in my direction as if to say did you see what he did to me, so my dear I prefer my steed to be made of metal and come with a key.
It wasn't because he brought her flowers....
It wasn't because he wined and dined her....
She loved him because he spent hours on the computer
trying to track down the 1970 Brooks Robinson baseball card
for their oldest son's birthday
She loved him because he played with their kids,
even after a hard day at work...
baseball games in the big front yard,
cheering them on...
not getting angry when the youngest son
knocked a homer...
...straight through the living room window
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Magic Beans Magic Beans
Sure Jack was swacked
On the tip of beanstalk
He was bivouacked
He met a giant's wife
Who gave him food and drink
When the giant came back home
He had to recoil and shrink
You know the story
And I am sorry to tell
He got the magic beans
By the magic spell
And he went on to hook
Like a quicksilver crook
The giant's hard earned bread
In an attempt to rook
I don't want magic beans
For my son and daughter
I would rather go to Greens
To track down Harry Potter
Magic Beans - Poetry Contest
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POET: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
11 th January,2015
The N/A Contest
All the poems that were submitted to me were great ones,
as I felt the poets put their hearts into their work,
Thank you all for your entries. Some poems, I personally enjoyed more,
But that doesn't make them better, for everyone has their own taste.
I did my best to track down every entry's original contest,
In order to see why they were classified as N/A.
I was on my way to finding the most N/A, when I noticed a 36th entry, in my 35 entry limit
contest.
Thus the Winner------ The only Real N/A---I think
Thank you all, once again My friends JTC
He was rsised in New Mexico
and became feared more than Geronimo
The army enlisted him as a brave
to track down other braves.
Accused of many crimes
he escaped many times.
He led many raids
with his four braves.
He didn't trust his tribe
so he stayed on the outside.
People say he died
in a fight with soldiers
others say he died in his cave.
Even ranchers claim
to have killed the brave
down in New Mexico way
after a raid.
I took a stroll on a wet November day
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway
Into the park where I watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay
Let’s get on track
Let’s send a search party for our fathers and fight
Let’s get in a risky pack
Let’s imitate as wolves, building up courage, not fright
Let’s hunt and get our treat
Let’s venture around and track down our fathers
Let’s search and complete
Let’s be fierce like lions, protecting our sisters and brothers
What kinds of animals do we portray as?
The cold, icy water caught my attention
I splashed my face, but
The mirror failed to reflect the
Anguish emanating from my eyes
How early my soul solemnly dies..
The water dripping down my chin
Struggled less to track down
The invisible contours of my face,
I breathe, I hate this elusive race
My head pains
Paralyzed, I am from my senses
My heart beats mechanically like an old radio tune
I see my scarred, expressionless face
And try to seek the illusions that baffle my mind,
Is there no one else of my kind?
I despise this weary world
Friends no longer seem to invigorate like a breeze
Blowing away my sorrows,
Smiles escape from my poker face;
It is now, when I realize that
Every winter, I can't dream
For the one I thought would be my spring
Has abandoned all of me..
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About God's love I do wonder
To not track down would be a blunder!
Secret of the inner child
And before the Lord be mild
Why is it I feel like this?
Is there something I have missed?
For on this day I feel so sad
When years ago I'd have been glad
Why must I grow up this way?
Can't I fight for one more day?
I don't want to grow up here
Where this life is full of fear
Can't I stay like new spring rain?
So full of life, so free, so plain
I miss the days of childhood things
We'd dress in robes and play like kings
We played with swords in our backyard
And dreamed of places past and far
I long to fight the Uruk-Hai
Just once more before I die
And track down all the orcs and wraiths
To hold them fast before the gates
If I don't go back to that land
My life of chains starts with a brand
So let me visit Narnia please
To run with centaurs through the trees
To chase the white stag through the woods
To fight the fight and free the good
Let me go to Neverland
And fly on high with Peter Pan
And live free 'till death calls my name
To live where Aslan shakes his mane
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