She stood motionless in ragged habiliments,
her raven filaments were cruddy and matted,
she was charismatic, but not alluring,
she was inconsiderable ,quite scanty,
her humble abode was to us, just a hovel,
then uninfluenced she started to sing,
sounds from that little girl were magical,
her voice sent unbelievable transmissions to my brain,
illusional visions that appeared in my head,
serenity, the pleasure, so overwhelming,
Images circulating through my spiritual structure,
sounds from that child was mind bending,
I was held motionless by her vocal illusion,
no one surely could turn what we were seeing,
Devastation into the most pleasurable place on earth,
This had to be magic, but undeniably the best magic..
11/16/2016.
Categories:
uninfluenced, appreciation, blessing, emotions, hope,
Form: Free verse
It was approaching midnight in the internals of the Eternal Garden of Dissolution
The dying were displaying bland expressions as they cradled the moment
The old were holding on tight to the path of the faith they had picked
The middle aged were picking their religions based on the actions of a few
The young were conducting their lives as if death only existed for you
I was in the cradle of civilization with bated breath wearily dusting flint
I'm a Swedenborgen of sorts doing the job my maker has imprinted on me
Trying to lift a latent fingerprint to the answer on the origins of creativity
When all of the sudden I went forth and found it for which I was sent
Uninfluenced talent hides in the lines of creativity's thumbprint
Categories:
uninfluenced, allusion, appreciation, creation, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Oh!What a wonderful being,
What a unique uninfluenced mind
Of that girl,
She wears humble dress
And talks low keeping the best head low.
Oh!How kind she Is?
To every one around her,
Albeit, they are good or bad,
Her rays of smile is unbiased like the sun rays.
Oh! What a decent gal,
She tells'I love you' many times
Yet to same single person
And unbelievable;one boyfriend Is enough to her.
Oh!How helpful she is in the society,
She walks to the Orphanage,
To donate penny In lieu of disposing To stretch wrinkles
To straighten naturally straight hair.
Oh!What a survival she made on this Anthill,
In this so called 21st century,
Where every gal wears dress scarcely and fanciful
In this burning world with a gushing fire of Ego and Imitation.
From where did that Angel fall?
Is she reincarnation of Mother Teresa?
No,It can't be...
Florence Nightingale will never visit back In this century.
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Categories:
uninfluenced, angel, change, creation, culture,
Form: Blank verse
Child Of Mine
Cornflower baby blues twinkle as the little star,
Innocence and purity,
Uninfluenced.
Warmth, love and admiration,
His sweetness pierces my heart.
A future filled with possibilities,
Every thought, breath,
Keep him safe.
Love Never-ending,
Child Of Mine.
Categories:
uninfluenced, son
Form: Free verse
Arouse the morning
Light filters on jade waters
With icy sea stones
Lapping sounds caress
God’s beauty for soothing sound
Uninfluenced joy
Categories:
uninfluenced, nature, peace, places
Form: Haiku
He is a Godsend blessing unto him,
who is uninfluenced and unlearned.
Strong and Faithful to his duty even when things seem dim,
at times when his respect may not have been earned.
But he embodied every thing that his son wanted to be.
For his easy spirit and godly heart captivated son.
He was never a great sport star or a great singer but he was very godly.
That was what mattered the most.
The knowledge of his ressurection all the way back to the creation of the sun.
His relationship with God and family was un parallel.
For his big heart handled it well.
He knew how to handle son like no other.
Never forced his thoughts on son but yet son got the picture.
Son never had a brother but his father was like a brother.
In son there is an urgency to get where his father is in the future.
For son's love of God has not yet reached its full potential but it will get there.
For his father's love is an inspiration unto him.
The lord knew what son needed for he has set the son to be the heir to Pastor Easter.
To my father with......Much Love
Categories:
uninfluenced, faith, family, father, inspirational,
Form: I do not know?
What is poetry?
Poetry is beauty.
In everything there is beauty,
In everything there is poetry.
Poetry is the ultimate expression
For that which cannot otherwise be expressed.
You can't paint it, you can't play it, you can't take a picture of it.
But you can feel it.
In poetry, all things can be expressed,
Therefore all things can be felt.
The deepest sadness, or the greatest joy,
It can all be felt.
You can speak of love so true that it warms the heart
Of even the cruelest, most unfeeling sinner alive.
You can tell of a loss so agonizingly painful
It would make the devil himself weep.
You can make others feel what you feel so deeply
That it makes it seem as if the sun were rising backwards from the twilight,
Or that time itself had reversed,
Or that even the earth had ceased it turning,
And all that was left was that feeling.
What is poetry?
Poetry is the words that you could never find, even at the best of times.
Poetry is that one feeling so deep in your heart, that it seems almost your soul.
In everyone, that feeling is different. In each one of us, our soul is unique,
Uninfluenced by anything else...
What is that feeling?
Categories:
uninfluenced, imagination, introspection, mystery, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
THE DIE IS CAST ONCE AND THEN IT IS SIMPLY HISTORY.
NO COPIES OF VAST MUSEUMS OF ANTIQUITY.
BEING UNIQUE!AND YET SO REMARABLY ALIKE.
BIG AND SMALL,SPEAKS WRONG OR RIGHT.
ENOGH FOOD TO FEED A COSMOS OF STARVING SEEKERS.
BLOOD SPEWED AND BARBARIC NATURAL USURPERS.
UNINFLUENCED BY PASSING FADS OR OGRES.
SEVERING THE PAST OF DISASTERS AND WARS.
THE SEASHELLS FOR BEINGS IS THE ABODE OF A GOD,
WHERE MEETINGS OF ANGELS ARE THE BIRDS OF WORDS.
WHERE EVERY MESSAGE SENT BY FISHES OR FLIES,
A VESTIGE OF PARADISE IS WASTED BY LIES.
LIKE ALL OBEDIENT OFFSPRING OF MAN OR BEAST,
THEY ALL ASK FOR SANCTUARY IN HEAVENLY PEACE.
WHERE ALL ARE EQUAL AND CHOICE IS SELF SERVED.
THERE IS NO WALLS FOR THE ECHOES TO BE REHEARD.
Categories:
uninfluenced, art, fantasy, introspection,
Form: Dramatic Verse