The Bermuda Triangle, does it still exist?
For a long time there has been no mention
No airplanes vanish, nor ships and boats missed
What’s happened to famed fifth dimension?
I read about time tunnels, unquiet zones
Toxic vapours of methane hydrate
Triangle get lost, so no happy returns
The last of great mysteries fades
Its magnetic field has been demagnetized
Or maybe the global warmth stroke
Bad seaweed has died, and the air clarified
So the danger zone evoked a joke
No one gives a damn was it fiction or truth
That old hype has veered off the track
But I'd much prefer to see this in the news:
“The Bermuda Triangle strikes back!”
At sea where the shadows breathe,
Old ships lie, lost beneath the sea,
Corvette Donna Freja on the patrol,
Sailing waters, old stories unfold.
An island looms, radar watch keen,
But danger whispers cuts the serene.
A Seabase ship breaks the silent night,
There in the cove, no chance to fight.
Ghosts of the Triangle call out in despair,
Waves of the past rise up in the air.
Fight or flee, under moon light,
Will the Freja engage the fight?
A cruiser’s shadow, sharp and swift,
Guns pointing fierce, the air is a rift.
Captain’s blood hot as a flame,
Decide in seconds, the cruelest game.
The Commodore, monitors the chase,
Information’s life, a dangerous space.
Fins in the dark, chasing their prey,
Past and present, a to price to pay.
Caught in fate and courage worn thin,
Echoes of battles, places they’ve been.
Water graves whisper, every tide’s song,
History's grips, the Freja must be strong.
Through the Triangle's they’ll sail once more,
A Corvette fleeing, but her spirit will roar.
In the depth of night, courage runs deep,
She’ll return to fight, where the enemy creeps.
In the dead of night.
IN THE TRIANGLE OF TIMED LOVE:
A REPOSED REFLECTION
Out of his love,
God has given us
One of His
Greatest gifts:Time:-
And time
Has its way:
Yesterday came
And stayed
Until time
To go;
Today has come
To stay
Until time
To go;
Anf tomorrow
Is waiting
Until it’s
Her time
To come:-
How blessed
We are
To be in
In this womb
Of the pyramid of life:
With eyes on the prize,
God is the apex of life’s love:
He’s on both sides of our being,
And is the base of all of our hopes:-
three
squared,
plus four
also squared,
is twenty five,
which is five squared;
Pythagoras would be very pleased
with the smallest integer right angle triangle
TRIANGLE PEOPLE
The triangle people, also known as Abraham’s children, the A team, the triangle, the 3, the ones that come from Abraham’s tree.
We all lift our prayers from one we all came.
We reflect on our loves, our thoughts, our ways.
We pray for peace, love, and all the ways that please God.
We pray for our rights, our families, our communities, and more, may God bless us and forgive us today and into the future.
Do I hear–
146–
146–
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I'll give you–
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146–
Tonight–
You are faulty–
I’m but a–
Farmer in the city.
I come so far,
To clean scars deep.
But I work when I’m tired,
I work when I sleep.
And I,
Can’t even feel glee
On the mill
When I bleed…
You can not break
What is already broken,
Broken,
Broken.
You can’t
Go by your friends no more!
You can’t
Go by your wife no more!
You can’t
Even wipe your eye!
But–! Richard Cory!
I’ll be so high…
Hey, remember that dream?
We talked about it–
So many times–
We talked about it…
Do I hear–
146–
146–
146–
I’ll give you–
146–
146–
146–
Tonight–
You are faulty–
I’m but a–
Farmer in the city–
In purgatory–
Silence is better.
What does one say
When they wear out the weather?
So come hither–
Come creep…
I want to feel that way–
I feel when I sleep.
You can not break
What is already broken,
Broken,
Broken.
You can’t
Go by your friends no more!
You can’t
Go by your wife no more!
You can’t
Save your mortal soul!
Oh, Richard Cory!
You shall be so–low…
Do I hear–
146–
146–
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I’ll give you–
146–
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146–
The summer we always shared,
Those nights—just memories we had
Everything vanished in one go—
The ache remains? I don’t think so.
It’s just that I’m guilty of letting you go.
I didn’t try harder—that frustrates me, though I never let it show.
If I had spoken,
Things would’ve been different.
But the promises made on your mum’s deathbed aren’t meant to be broken,
Even if they shut the door of happiness you always left open.
This will be my last presence, before I shift abroad,
And my eyes must be paid back by dear Lord—
To bear and endure the most excruciating scene,
One which’ll be witnessed by every part of me.
It’s not unavoidable, though my brother wants me to see,
How you two confess your “love” for each other to the world,
And you’ll soon be a couple —while I clap with a smile,
Pretending I’ve heard the most wonderful news in a while.
A final caution—don’t look at me while walking down the aisle,
’Cause then I won’t be able to look back into your eyes.
I can’t let my feelings out on the best day of your life,
I gotta accept the fate,
That it’s just you and Jere and 10/10 I rate.
A girl, torn by life's heavy hand,
Mind speaks true, heart's demand.
Her head's clear voice, a rational plea,
Her heart's deep wish, to just be free.
Both sides, a truth within the strife,
Choosing between a balanced life.
One leads to sense, the other to soul,
Neither, alone, can make her whole.
The story complete, with joy and pain,
A delicate choice, that will remain.
For every piece of happiness, there's also a piece of unhappiness. If you haven't told both sides, you haven't told the whole story and in all things stay the same.
The triangle, the three, the power of the triad, lifts us to be free.
Free from chains, from opposition, from any forms that go against thee.
The triangle, so sharp, like a spear that can make its mark.
The triangle, like an arrow, it points to its path and goes forth with all its might.
The triangle is built like a diamond in the sky, we look up and can see so many stars that light our path.
The power of the triangle, the three, the father son and spirit, lights us to be free.
The sons of the three, the sons of Abraham, we remember all things seen and unseen.
The battle of the divine, the one we were warned about, we pray that God saves us all.
The love we have is like our shield, it brings us closer to God each day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always, we walk home.
Today I hung out with hope
But she left
Cuz lies kept bugging her all the time
That was the 110th day in a row
I think I'll hang out with despair tomorrow
her smile
noose on my heart
her compliments
holy scripture
her despair
our despair
comforting,
loving ,
everything I need in life...-ing
Great.
then what about my girlfriend?
running in circles,
after you took my compass.
now where do i go?
Game that grabbed my time,
When this was no crime;
Now I'd a tree climb
Or a drama mime:
That of chef with thyme,
Curse of plates with grime...
But to "let's play Whot!"
You won't hear a "What?"
I still praise the game;
From it hold back blame;
It's clinched its own flame
While long spread its fame...
But to "we play stake"
I could you call "snake!"
Clean has to be pack,
Then, pranks should be slack,
Neat every touched card,
Then, Fraud would be hard;
Cards age with shuffles
Smart eyes this ruffles:
"Please, get us new pack
or off I shall back...
Who shall last card drop
Until then, you don't stop!
I can't forget Cross:
Mostly caused my loss,
I'd choose Triangle
With game at angle;
Feared I most the Stars
While in life loved Stars;
Circles and Squares same;
Lots in your hand shame!
You may never know
Why that recruiter never had a job
Not for him, not for me.
He was a wide-eyed blue
And end of a story plot
As we need bodies in open ended doors
Barefooted writers and bold writers too.
Where you may never know the next platoon
Bermuda triangle or a mere emotional trap, in a day light saving zone !
clown triangle brain
gathers thoughts that scatter
laughing maniacally
I am irritated now
recognize their horror at being discovered
and yet I am in charge right?
no way the voice says
We are in charge; you are our puppet
clown triangle brain snickers
making me extra mad now
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