In forward thought John Duns Scotus
taught, who still feared appears to be.?
(In a tiff..De-lete-ists proffered him a cap)
And rammed in your eye a monacle blurred
As blurred can be.!!!
Oh yes' For He penned of a treatise true' And in
The thirteenth century too..Mind you.' A
Foundational claim,its framework right and fair.'
We must invoke it.! For such; we have
only to dare.! Let it be read, on small screens and large, be discussed in city plazas, and even hotel bars.'
This affermation of Gods good will.'
To humans He created..With it start your minds to
Fill' marveling no longer at tawdry things.'
Yet walk in this power that sunbdjucates
kings.' kings with arthritis and all manner of i'lls not divine or omnipotent.' Just washed out shills.' Stand on Gods promise
And respect each other." What is shared
Equally cannot be taken if, all humanity
stand by it.' And each other' as eternal
sisters and brothers.!
Survivors names have been revealed..As a warning malignant, designed to steal..The
Exposure away from the guilty, in sensitive
Positions, cloak and dagger moves we see
Aplenty..Its getting to hot ( for the agents they own ) so a hit on the plaintifs.' Is how its going.' Aim at soft targets.' Now where before, was that done.? Why the very files
of epstien, exibit numbet one.' Threats and
Blackmail all espionage, quite standard stuff..Yet the clamour must strengthen, now is the time to sift the dust.' They are panic stricken, keep up the push.' Flush the
Carrion vultures from each hidden tree or bush? The avalanche is moving really gathering speed, tearing up the hides' sweeping all features clean, call out for disclosure of the hidden evil ones.' Whatever position they hold; under this
Earths sun.'
Quote By Poet: "As one year ends ~ another is waiting to begin. What will the New Year bring? Only time will tell."
It is almost here twenty, twenty-five,
it is great to be alive.
There is a lady at the end of my street,
we just met and that was so neat.
How did we not know each other,
will she become like a second mother?
My neighbors I must discover,
guess I will go uncover.
It is important to say hello,
and put a smile on each face that will glow.
This will be the best year ever,
with many new friends forever.
Let me write a story
About what?
A certain kingdom
Let me tell a story
About why?
A certain misguided information
The puzzle,
The pieces have fallen
Into a ancient land
Unexpectedly, already
The cultural values was formulated
Into a concrete foundation
Accessible to the beholder
The riddle,
Let me dive into the story
About who?
A certain individual
Let me flow with this story
About how?
A certain importance
The truth
Listening to songs I never loved,
Wearing clothes I never cherished,
Adorning a cloak that never suits me,
Trying hard to accept that this is the new 'ME',
As time flew,
As I shed my old leaves and gained new,
I realised that this was never the 'ME'
That I wished to see.
Revolving around momentous bliss
Whirling around proclaimed pleasures
Haunted by fears of social rejection,
Coerced me to abide by falsehood, but not for long.
The world in my view...
Many bodies with single voice,
Not because of unison, but because of subjugation,
Fear to raise views, fear to express opinions.
Let go to gain more,
Let go of falsehood to gain brotherhood
Let go of fear to gain bright years
Live your life, not someone else's...
Discover and Uncover A Lover
What I was sure recently would discover,
If you are an agent who is undercover;
Looked here and there,
Then think everywhere;
Likely with luck will find another lover.
Jim Horn
I Ran out of poem space on Poetry Soup.
Jim Horn
Majestically lissome, a stripling nothing less,
slender in silhouette, a beauty in undress,
standing starkly bared, every limb exposed.
Not for an artist, but the splendour disclosed
is singularly attractive, as any you’ll see:
a natural vision of simplistic symmetry.
Engrossed, unobserved, I’m quite overcome,
with the naked comeliness, and soon become
captivated by my view of aesthetic expertise.
I’m seduced and excited with moves that please:
beguiled by the elegance of effortless artistry,
displayed in dance that suggests there’s mystery
to discover in this unsophisticated display,
innocently awaiting those who come this way,
revealed in the rhythmic passion of this scene.
Exhibited with the grace, of a ballerina queen;
is the willowy naivete, of the young set free.
Cavorting in nakedness is a Fall, sapling tree.
Rhymer. February 12th, 2017.
(Don't jump to conclusions!)
I said, “I don’t like my nose.”
God told me, “Your nose is beautiful.”
I said, “I don’t like my smile.”
God told me, “Your smile brightens the day.”
I said, “My eyes are too big.”
God told me, “I see too small.”
I asked him, “What does that mean?”
God answered, “You’re looking in the wrong mirror.”
I asked, “What are you talking about?”
God answered, “Here, turn to me. Now, what do you see?”
These footsteps are a dotted line
A pulsating heartbeat on a timeline
Your curiosity fills in the blank spots
Guessing which stereotype‘s my blind spot
You can plot a healthy graph from my bounce
I own the future today ‘cos, “you only live once”
I believe in the streets, live on the beat
I was born ready so bring on the heat
My words are like sirens and teargas
They water eyes and numb earshot targets
The lovechild of Botha and Madiba in a steamer
My forefathers were visionaries so I’m just a dreamer
A polarized blend of explosive flavours
When love meets hate, call it jungle fever
Conscientised to awaken from this oppressive Matrix
As the sands of time cover my tracks, I uncover a soundtrack
Seeing my reflections covered
Never to be discovered
As I lay down this thick paint
Wanting not to faint
Absorbing all the color of Christmas Eve
Hoping I don’t mess up and deceive
If I do even one thing wrong
My life wont be a happy song
Everything has to be perfect or it’s my fault
Just as perfect when you have to pole vault
Mess up one thing its not good
Looking me up and down as they stood
To my surprise they liked the messiness
Because my windows were like Christmas
With snowmen of plenty and Santa Clause
And lots of reindeer with big brown paws
People walk by to look and to gander
This I know is the best December
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
November 24, 2009
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