a tyrant soar-ass
press-a-dent dump
now wants to
f--- up canada
and crap his
uselessness
on americas
closest friend
he's just a spoiled child
companies test
applicants practicality
and psycho-logical
minds before hiring
but a circus clown now
has the macro-phone
and as america's leader
continues to introduce
his political dye-area
in one form or another
len
You have been the
One for us father
Also father
You keep us alive
Every single day
Here on earth
Also father
You have made us
With your holy hands
A long time ago
And you also father
Had placed us on
Earth to live
Father we love
To live on earth
Also, we have
Lots of friends
That you also made
With your holy hands
A long time ago
And also they are
Living here on earth
And I also must
Tell you that
They are very happy
To be living on earth
Father, I must tell you
That I pray also
Every single night for you
Before I go to bed
As I wake within the rose of wilderness
my eyes are aroused
by twilight's soft glow surrounding your face
in a wondrous shroud of glimmering illumination
leaving me breathless
giving rise to the heart beat you hear
in this evening of silent raptured luminosity
Where you and I beseech the sun to undress the stars
that quietly appear, as the sunset bows to the night
in a red splayed sky filling the horizon
opening the night's stage of enchantment
inviting romantic scenes that we'll play
in a pulsating atmosphere
filled with heavenly flickering gleams
that wash across the black sky
to shine on the vivid colored blossoms of our soul
dancing with a shimmering magical intimacy
from a soft breeze of tranquility
binding our senses to the aroma
covering the luster of our enraptured heart
as we transformed into lovers
lost on an island of fragrant perfume and passion
surrendering ourselves to be prisoners
where we were tortured by the taste of touch
that purified us
on the altar of love's breathless embrace
They called us witches to keep us silent,
our words curling in smoke. They held
our heads under water, tied feet to a stake;
judged those without children or mark upon
skin. They accused us of misleading children,
that poor crops were due to our sin. Crone and
whore, bossy and loud; battle-axe and tart,
frigid and shrew. They called us witches to cover
our screams, they called us witches to hide
our power. They called us witches to spread myth,
they called us witches to dispel our magic. Strong
and independent, courageous and true; brave and
united, nurturer and proud. They call us witches?
A name begets importance. We call them, nothing.
With the sun rising, it was a beautiful day to be on the beach
My love and I, on a quiet morning- together, we walked
The rise of the sun and the rippling waters were touching
Timing was perfect- we were holding hands and our lips were touching
As we stood on the shore of the sandy, white-colored beach
Seagulls seemed to circle just above everywhere we walked
As the morning grew, and the sun in full bloom, again- we walked
Then, we stood on the coast, still holding hands; still touching...
together, we swam in the water of the sandy, white-colored beach
Wet, we walked along the beach; touching lips- holding hands
Everything has a soul; maybe it’s true,
The walls have ears,
do objects have eyes too?
I look at them and they at me,
displaying wonders, they’ve seen of you.
Captured like a moment in time,
these things store a glimpse of you.
I touch the table and see your figure,
Scribbling into a paper with furrowed brows.
I lay on the bed and you smile so bright,
cuddling, kissing, discussing knows and hows.
I open the cupboard and there’s your face,
Unsure of what to wear tomorrow.
I close the windows and feel your hands,
That hold me oh so tightly, that’s where I belong.
I look into the mirror and you look back,
A vision forever etched in my mind.
I step inside the room,
seeing you everywhere yet nowhere in a daze.
I walk through the door in a rush,
Only to see you gone.
Like poets waiting for a subject with tears in their eyes,
I stand there silently, all tattered and torn.
Yours poetically,
v.s
Getting past Mezzo's
Meddling has been a chore
For me to
Yeah and you and the
Soprano bothered me to
Since you chose me
A high compliment
I say I do
Auh ooh auh
I'm in love
With you!
____________________
My auh ooh auh
My ooh auh ohh
Auh say she love
Me too
My auh ohh we
Mentions in whispers
Her ooh she golly
I do's
We've been together
Through storms and
all kinda weathers
My auh ooh auh
Wish to marry me
I'll say I do!
My auh ooh auh
It's ain't complicated
That's true
My auh ooh auh
He knows I love
Him too
My auh ooh auh
I will do anything
For you
My auh ooh auh
I am in love with
You
Looking out on a lovely garden
flowers so beautiful in every colour
here on holiday on the English coastline
this summer scene is like no other
Such a delightful picture to look upon
but there's a blur to all of this
in the ground deep in the earth
these dreaded weeds you can't miss
They get in among your flowers
wasting your view of the loveliness
you wish to be rid of them for good
which are so filled with ugliness
Working to physically root them out
is a sure way to break your back
giving you a pain that is agony
that's the price that weeds will attack
One answer is to plant artificial grass
which is a very costly thing to do
so it takes hard work to truly kill weeds
no easy answer can be seen in view
(Just some thoughts on holiday last month on the damage that weeds can do to a beautiful garden.)
You knew me when the world was small,
Before I knew what love meant at all;
Through schoolyard laughter, years gone by,
You were the constant beneath my sky.
They paired our names in childish jest,
Unknowing fate had played its best.
And somewhere 'neath those youthful days,
Your name grew dear in quiet ways.
Then came October, soft and still,
When you confessed your heart's own will.
Four years we wandered, hand in hand,
Through distant roads and dreams unplanned.
But life, alas, grew stern with time,
And stole the sweetness from its prime.
I lost my way, I lost my light,
And held your memory through every night.
Now you call me friend—what bitter art,
To give a common name to a sacred heart.
How can I greet you as though we never knew,
When half my yesterdays belonged to you?
You say no second chance shall be,
Yet hope still keeps its vigil in me.
A wistful heart, though bruised by years,
Still finds your name among its tears.
Perhaps, when seasons turn and skies grow pale,
You'll find our old affection in the tale.
And if you return when all seems through,
I'll know, at once, the boy I knew.
Dancing blind is what they called us,
we both had two left feet.
I moved on the dance floor,
then she followed me gracefully.
Awkward it became,
as they laughed at us.
We did not care,
as we held each other tight in love.
In love with each other,
in love with the rhythm of the music.
In our last big turn,
our canes showed.
The room went silent,
only the music could be heard.
Now they knew we were blind,
but not by the music or by our feet.
I looked at her and squinted my eyes
To me, I thought... can she be loved?
No way... I thought, who could?
She appears so, so out of time, and so... she
And then, when I saw her, I saw the her
Her heart, her love... and all the heart she had- to give
Myself, I asked... Who wouldn't- who couldn't?
She's beautiful!
Her soul, her mind...she is genuine and beautiful.
She's perfect!
Will she marry me, will she ever love me... rattled my thoughts
Over and over my mind tangled, and then... I thought-
Maybe it's just me?
I thought...
It's got be me, it must be me.
So, yes... I can, and yes, I will
I will, I can love, her for who she is
And I will love her for what she is
And yes... I will love her forever!
She is perfect!
For it is me whom is the imperfect one
Now the question turns
Is it me? It must be...
Will she love me?
It's the question to the answer...
And the answer is...
Together... we will love us forever!
It’s so nice under the carpet
In our cozy home of dust
I believe we couldn't get
Any better place for us
In our dust community
We are friendly, living free
Using ingenuity
The cleaners cannot see
Yes we heard the latest news
About other dust
They had nothing left to lose
And were tossed too fast
Right into the litter bin
Comrades, have a rest
Yes we’ve seen it all, we’ve been
In the East and in the West
What I found the most important
Doesn’t look so at first glance
Dust’s the only thing immortal
Tells about lives that passed.
What drives a person?
'Hunger.'
I am hungry.
Give me something to eat.
Labor in the sweat of your brow,
And I shall give you bread.
"I want to know love.
I want to hold a fair maiden."
"You cannot be the face of the show!"
If so,
Adorn your face and your body
With falsehoods.
Then you shall win the maiden!
"I live in the ghetto,
And the stench clings to my body."
Is that still alright?
"Spray on perfume!"
When that fair maiden
Finds my scent fading away,
Will she not discover my true self?
Then, and only then,
Shall you witness the truth of her love.
It feels good
to
discover
new poems
which is
exactly why
distracting me
will usually
always
result in
my distance
though I still
always wish
fellow writers
inner peace
and serenity
and all
the very best
as they try
to explore
their hearts
and minds
with
the power
of
their
words.
working in the fields, picking cotton, and given food that is mouldy and rotten
Sweating in this heat with nothing to drink clothes ripped and dirty, and they are beginning to stink.
Chains around our ankles so that they cannot run, dropping exhausted in the blazing sun
Women were being raped, abused, and they went through hell
Made to have babies for their masters to sell
locked in at night, in wooden shacks, with welts from the whipping and the blood running down their backs
If they tried escape, hobbling would be done. Our masters would break their ankles so they could not run
So they did what they had to do in order to survive.
Bowing their heads to the masters just to stay alive
And if they were to die there would be an unmarked grave
No one cared who was buried there, just a worthless slave.
Those dark days are gone now; not slaves, they are now free
Able to live as equals, that is how it should always be.
Now go to the grave with no name to see
And say to them thank you for setting us free
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