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Upon a midnight battlefield, the Black Knight rides alone,
His armor shining silver bright, his heart as hard as stone.
A sword of ancient magic, clutched within his hand,
He fights with noble courage, for justice in the land.
The Avenger’s strength beside him, they battle all night,
Yet Black Knight’s honor guides him, his soul a beacon light.
From Camelot’s old legends, he carries proud his name,
Though shadows fall around him, his spirit stays the same.
Against the darkest villains, he stands with gallant grace,
A visor hides his secrets, his pain none dare to trace.
With every swing and parry, he turns the tide of fate,
Defending those who hope in him; their lives he’ll vindicate.
On steed of blackest velvet, he rushes to the fray,
The Avenger’s loyal comrade, he never shies away.
In tales of epic valor, his legend grows each year,
The Black Knight, ever steadfast, inspires hope not fear.
So raise a toast to heroes who fight in darkest night,
And honor the Avenger’s faithful, noble Black Knight.
His quest endures forever, his legacy will grow,
A shining star in Marvel’s sky, his courage e’er shows.
Veracious vanity about victories over
veils shows vain values corrupted by
vicious volatile villains in hopes for
votive to vindicate,
Grossly gluttons gain grains over
gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls,
Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets
fulfilled here by fat-headed fools
fulminating for their unknowing fatalities,
Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily
drawing delusional dimwits to drown
devishly in damnation,
Multimedia manipulates millions
maliciously magnifying multitudes of
mass misguided many,
Local laws layover latitudes of laundered
logistics layering subliminal taxations
lowering lifestyles lived by the
Land of the Limited.
Say no to corruption,
May it be a transition!
Stay eco-friendly,
Make it intently!
Vanquish poverty,
Vindicate prosperity!
Integrity in words,
Hospitality in hearts!
Cognizance of calibre,
Counter to briber!
Industrial development,
Immense employment!
Induce space mission,
Inculcate transmission!
Sedentary is mortality,
Make farming a necessity!
Snatch your rights,
Use them wise!
Oblige to carve new India, Our true India!
Caught in a lie until you start to believe; a game played by satan, who came to deceive; enough to pull family ties apart; enough to convince a doubting heart. It can sway your judgement of what you know is right; causer of disease and many a restless night; for a lie to continue, many more must follow; demons delight in the energy of that sorrow. But God Almighty, is a maker of truth; the teachings of Christ are the ultimate proof. When you walk with the Lord;- you can't be led astray- You know that He is listening, every time you pray. So if you're caught in a lie; allow God to vindicate; no one can argue with the Creator of debate; He will show ALL in ways unknown to you; what is a lie and what really is true.
"Who am I?
Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask,
but on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of my dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran,
cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
LOL,.. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V."
.. from the movie, V For Vendetta
Alma Mater in denial
Beckons proof of terrible sin
Congregation gather to witness
Defrocked disciple
Endeavours to catch her and hear
Flagellate in fear of the hounding.
Girl on a high, this nun in retreat
Hypocrite trying to steal an identity
Image of optical semblance
Juridical Janeass vindicated
Karma until now was next of kin
Lassitude before bringing her in.
Mother superior plays out her role
Noxious blend notwithstanding
Objurgates the slayer in rowdy prayer
Praises the Pope, insincerely
Quaint yet putting on an act
Rebuttal for her charge to be free of sin.
Sisters of mercy at the convent
Travel time from zero BC
Unavailable for opinions.
Vindicate their needs for solidarity
While the priest hands down the cane
Xenophobia takes hold.
Yearning for the truth
Zephyr sweeps it all away.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
=I may seem to be sarcastic but my love for you is authentic
=Am not trying to be pathetic like a lunatic for there is no peace in my heart
=It is just so hard to describe how rough & tough my life is without you
=I'm not trying to rise above love
=But I have realized & visualized that my life is incomplete without you
=Am not here to compromise nor to penetrate but to designate my love to you
=Am not part of the Senate, won't take much of your time
=Just need a minute to completely denominate & not to complicate but to vindicate the call of my heart to you
=I am insecure but stand pure, all I need is a cure called you
=For your love is well refined & designed & taste sweet like wine
=I can't bear to share you, am selfish I would rather perish
=Replenish me with your everlasting cherished love with that pure heart of a dove you have
=You & I are like a group of stars we make galaxy but most of all we make the Paradise
=Take a sit & relax, I love you
Will your success through any distress
Will your intention though any detraction
Fill your hands with presents
Fill your mind with kindness
Bill your freewill with a list of fruits of the spirit
Kill your ill-will and the roots that sprout it
Freewill transcends the benefit of ill will
Freewill was contrived to vindicate good will
God wills freewill not for us live freely
God wills it for us to live godly
To revere His divinity with a choice of right over wrong
To endure His invincibility with a choice to belong
God wills freewill
Free it for God’s will
Alabaster annoyance
Blatantly breathes bulbous brightness
Cadaverous comedy caring
Daintily during delicate delivery
Exciting elderly enigma.
Furious fiery feeler
Gregariously greets
High-handed hustler
Ignoring imaginative immediates
Jauntily jeering judiciously.
Kangaroo kisses kibitzes
Leaving luxurious loners
Merrily masticating mincemeat.
Never-do-wells needing knowledge
Ostentatiously officiate on orange orangutans.
Precariously polite Pomeranians
Quietly quiz querulous quoters
Reposing rapidly ruining
Still sassy strenuous strikers
Turning toward Tuesday tournaments.
Understandably unprecedented underlings
Vindicate vicious vagrants
While wishing waxy widows would
‘xpect ‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtras.
Youngish yellow yowls yipping
Zipping zany zebras’ zealous zero zone.
It is but new,
It’s something we knew,
That you and we,
We would never be.
Preach a speech, a leech so sly;
Would play a tune, a stanza,` a cry.’
At which you’d grin; lie, deny,
Would grapple our hair and drag us a mile.
When you’d be home, to clasp our throats;
A katana so quick -unsheathed- you smote!
You’d curse and blame to elude your pain,
Upon ‘the others’ who’d loved you the same.
There comes a time when forces of life,
Must tear us apart, to be kept alive.
These days, those minutes, those seconds that flies,
A repulse to cognize; we art retched with flies.
Those seasons, those years, those phases we'd spent,
Bemoaning,` Won’t you come and repent?’
As we vindicate, you’d cantillate;
Life serves us a stale lemonade.
2-9-19
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Show me favour
I will stay forever
Redeem me
Vindicate me
I am broken among-st women
Among-st all women
I am despicable
Because am not able
They lied,I tried
It's all useless
Only when powerless
I no longer can fight
With no will power at night
Redeem to me what's right.
A foolish man will waste his words,
When the argument is lost,
But some continue to battle,
No matter what the cost.
Some will argue on and on,
And pay no mind to reason.
They seem to think to acquiesce,
Tantamount to treason;
A kind of self betrayal,
To admit even to self,
That any fault could be their own,
And vindicate oneself,
With a steady flow of words,
In one's own defense,
Accusing all and sundry,
Of some kind of pretense.
At least in their own mind,
The matter has been settled,
Because they buried the whole thing,
Under tons of drivel.
I know that sorry is a word of overuse,
To justify, vindicate and make an excuse.
Some words are empty and mean nothing at all,
But to anger, frustrate and simply appall.
But I’m saying this word with truth and honesty;
I’m offering a gesture of love, peace and modesty.
So I’m going to say that one word I hate,
As I for one believe, no time is too late.
I’ve been so damn foolish
So hurtful and callous,
But you truly know
That I meant no malice.
My heart is numb and vacant
So dull, unoccupied;
My eyes are red and swollen,
From all the tears I’ve cried.
I can’t bare to carry on
Without knowing you’re here;
I’m sickened with guilt, remorse, dread and fear.
You’ve helped me through some horrible days,
you’ve given me guidance, support, care and praise.
You make me smile when words don’t rhyme,
When demons chase me, and the sun won’t shine.
You’ve given me strength when I’ve been weak,
When the present was dull and the future was bleak.
I’ve said sorry once and I’ll say it again
I mean it now and I meant it then.
I’ll say it tomorrow and every other day
Until we can bury the past and put it away.
Tower above the clouds
Advocate not vindicate aloud
Yellow is the colour of clarity
Live for life in reality
Obstruct all negativity
Rest well in positivity
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