She sat by the window and could only ask herself why
Because she surely didn’t know even as hard as she did try
Things just suddenly fell apart with not even an end in sight
It all just broke her heart and became an insufferable plight
Days and weeks went by and soon months had passed
Now she didn’t even try knowing such things never last
And as she stared out into space something entered her mind
The simple peace of grace is what this woman started to find
And the next day was the same, but so different in a way
No longer feeling that shame she even began to pray
She felt stronger on the inside and the out
This fight was no longer for she triumphed over that doubt
She left a message though, one that you should hear
Something everyone should know, in being perfectly clear
The Lord‘s love for you is so great you could never understand
So it’s never too late as for this too He has already planned
“Just talk to Him”
From His cross is born a river of light that floods the hidden corners of the soul,
Power and dominions have crumbled under the gaze of the One who weaves eternity into hearts,
Each divine touch is a whisper that wraps us in the mantle of eternity and love,
To the very end, He loved us with a love that deeply penetrates the fabric of time.
Life reigns like an eternal song, death is just a dream that unravels at dawn,
Christ has triumphed, and the echo of His victory resounds through the cathedrals of the heart,
In every heartbeat, I feel the victory blossoming in the sacred silence of the mornings,
His love is an ancient symphony that embraces us beyond stars and shadows.
Each ray of light is a sign of a promise that never fades,
For He has conquered darkness and made us temples of living hope,
In this dance of eternity, we find and lose ourselves only to be found again,
Under the eternal sky, His love guides our steps toward the infinity of divine love.
We must not be doomed;
Our life’s nature must not be
A musky Eden:-
We must replow the nation,
And rose-garden democracy:-
Every day, we must
Overcome triumphed-up evil
And its musky sce t:-
Let’s not be tesla-door dashed
Into political hell:-
Remember, each day
Has a wishful tomorrow;
Oppression must not:-
Let’s make our tomorrow sweet;
Void of funky politics:-
Thinking morally,
Would be for democracy,
Rather than dynasty:-
At least that's how it should be
With belief in liberty
A democracy,
Is based upon unity;
Rather than money:-
Well, that’s how it use t be
Before today’s tragedy:-
Such an erroring,
Making a mistake again;
Selling out to win:-
Why commit a musky sin,
Triumphed with poweringing?
It’s best to live free,
Than in abject mockery
Of democracy;
Why suffer every day
In a tesla-driven way?
Let’s wake up people,
It’s awareness time of that
Oppression’s steeple:-
There is much work to be don;
Freedom is fought for and won:-
Come, let us survive,
We’ve got to remain alive;
There’s much to be done:-
Let us seek resurrection;
Fighting until we have won:-
P.S.:
Just think about it,
Those who died for us to vote,
Face-slapped in their grave
Because we did not take note
Of money and politics!
Being handsome alone is not important. Having talent is. Quote by poet.
Bewitched, her fingers flew,
keys pressed, sound vibrated
song sang assonance in perfect pitch.
He tried, he fumbled,
closed his ears, a cacophony of
vulgar barbarism. He remembered standing up
disgusted, turning, looking in a mirror,
a nauseous narcissus.
He could not help but admire
his sapphire eyes,
the clean, well-shaved chin,
his perfect figure...
all useless, for he lacked
her talent, her special gift,
her poise;
but not her face
where ugliness triumphed.
It was then, alas, that he felt
the death of music in his soul.
We went around in circles,
yet the truth lingered right between us,
smirking as if it had already triumphed.
You labeled it complicated.
I called it chaos.
There’s nothing beautiful about pretending—
about trying to bridge a gap so vast
that you can taste the deception in your mouth.
But we went ahead anyway.
Sat there.
Grinning, as if we didn’t already realize
this was the beginning of the end.
Donald from Queens
Trumpeting with a trumpety, trump
Off he went by any means
He trumped, with a pump, and a jump
O' He triumphed
He dazed the lot
Trumped and thumped
With words of thought
Crazed, ablazed, and unflaunted
Hailed by his ways
Thumping his way forward, un·daunt·ed
Through the hoops, of word and phrase
President Donald Trump, it's true
The Bard of the Deal
America, Red, White and Blue
Four more years coming of Trump zeal
© daniel miltz
Limited but yet empowered,
we prevailed, triumphed and towered
over the demon of desire,
amazed as heart lotus flowered.
Thought flow stilled caused ego to tire,
which burns at the funeral pyre
but that that so dies, never was;
what we are is God’s cosmic fire.
In the void of stillness, heart thaws
and then mind aligns with God’s laws,
paving way for us to reclaim,
love and light’s primordial cause.
Treating earth life as but a game,
we’ve become that that has no name,
resplendent in the light of Self,
transmuting, becoming the flame.
We harboured a dream
Believing freedom would bring us joy
We sought to liberate ourselves
From the shackles of colonial reign
Freedom arrived, vast and unrestrained
To our prayers God answered
"So help me God, so help me God,"
He endowed us with the spirit to persevere.
He fortified us to navigate
Through civil strife and turmoil
We triumphed over Ebola, COVID we defeated
Yet, why do we lament over Kush?
Where did we go wrong?
How did we evolve into a fractured nation
Polarized in beliefs and thoughts—
What happened to the melody of our anthem?
Where is the love we pledge?
Do we still serve her faithfully?
The faces of Dream
The honest guy never could hide
His inherent chains
Pure before proof
Trouble your money
The laborer and the end-crowd who transfer the 5a.m train
They live for the night and the others wait for the write
What is the dream of love when truth abandons belief
no fantasy game
But when real life hated
When purpose triumphed duty
Lady seen her future
She gave you a page to read
It marked the end
But claimed another beginning
How can you make this cartoon feel so extreme
He missed curtain call over and over again
He didn't want to be under pressure or without
He was a victim of under and over
He saw the violence in his dreams
Where did this begin
The ending such a desolate bite and was mean feeling much of dream
There you know you can't command either
I go where pain delivers me from destitute
I go where my brain doth be that train
Health delivers the truth as much as the ones who pave our dreams with heroine and cheap red wine
Thank you the night life which breaks the morning's chains and offers of caffeine's dis-ambiguous content.
Written: November 09, 2023
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Meet me at the crossroads of my life.
Underneath the streetlamp, I will be waiting
expecting you to whisk me away,
shivering in the drizzle of coolness
truly trusting you'll truncate my trauma.
Meet me at the crossroads of my life,
need to sense your embrace as I wait
urban sounds drown out opinions of you,
as piercing sirens blare across the silent night,
A purr from a black dog terrifies me.
Meet me at the crossroads of my life,
minutes later, your svelte, seraphic allure shows up.
Seeing your stern sentence, I glance up
We stroll as one, holding hands,
in the abyss as nobody yet triumphed.
Is it the blaze that ignites the soul?
rather than the flame-holding heart?
Is it love that motivates a person?
or the spirit that ignites the fire?
the eye requires the light He created.
Thoughts regurgitated though repugnant,
coil of self loathing tightens its noose,
venal thoughts a fragmented whisper,
to sabotage, undermine, disrupt,
one’s frail ego under siege,
wounded whisper n as barbed wire plume,
internal bleeding one must staunch,
if only gumption triumphed,
vacuous a notion one brazenly floats,
inane virus of the mordant gibe,
its origin welded to an anonymity,
so vast in its remit,
defying bold attempt at confrontation,
acid laden cut deep within,
over trivial and flimsy oversight,
imagined stain, partial blind slip,
transgression not worthy of indictment,
court proceeding deep welt juror,
nodding in consensual conspiracy,
wounded mutter, wounded sibilant sigh,
homespun crime against oneself
On a cross, He willingly hung,
His sacrifice, For all was done.
He bore our sins, took all the strife,
So we can have, an eternal life.
His precious blood, it was shed,
Upon the Earth, it now has spread.
He gave his life, a selfless act,
So we can be forgiven, all intact.
His love for us, so deep and strong,
It echoes through, our every song.
He paid the price, that we might live,
Our savior, he did give.
No greater gift, can we ever receive,
Than the life, he chose to leave.
He conquered death, triumphed over the grave,
Our souls are now, forever saved.
So we'll praise His name , forevermore,
For the sacrifice, that he bore.
Jesus Christ, our Lord and King,
We'll serve and honour, for eternity's ring.
IN THE LAND OF ENCHANTMENT
Once upon a time, in a land far away
There lived a world of magic and play
A fairytale for children to escape and dream
Where the impossible was more than it seemed
Enchanted forests full of fairy lights
Flying carpets, unicorns and dragon flights
Wizards casting spells with a flick of their wand
Mermaids swimming in the depths of the pond
There were princes and princesses, brave and true
Fighting dragons and monsters, even a witch or two
The heroes and heroines all had a quest
To save their kingdoms and prove themselves the best
Friendship, love, and kindness ruled the realm
A world of wonder, where anything was at the helm
A place of hope, where dreams could be found
Where courage and imagination knew no bound
In this fairytale for children, there was always a happy end
Where good always triumphed, and evil would bend
A world of magic, where anything was possible
A place to cherish, a land to inspire and marvel.
Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children with a Good Outcome Ending, ie Nobody gets hurt :) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Motherhood triumphed my graduation -
From giddy, girly glam to poise and grace,
One of a kind, wonderful sensation,
One glance and quest of life fell into place!
Sweet school of mom, with disciplines quite tough,
Yet I wouldn't trade for any other,
Rich reward of unconditional love -
Diploma of a devoted mother!
Amazingly learning would never cease,
Lessons of selfless nurture have no bounds.
To graduate with motherhood degrees -
Surely as satisfying as it sounds!
March 1, 2023
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