Like paths never meant to cross, we meet as strangers
Like twilight vanishing in minutes, we linger in each other's minds
Like seasons destined to repeat, we hope to meet again
Like those lines that touch but once, we strike in the quietest ways
Stealing glances through the crowd, acting worlds apart
staying calm amidst the chaos, to steady the other's heart
More tangled than a friendship, yet it claims no certain name
perhaps it's only in the mind, where silent truths remain
Like candles flickering out, this could end at any moment
Like winds that build into a storm, our passion takes its turn
Like letters sent but returned, bearing no reply,
Like voids only we heal, these attachments never leave our side!
That which we long for,
that which we seek,
that which we hope for—
yet cannot have.
It lives in the distance
between the heart and its reaching,
a silent fire
that refuses to die.
We chase it through tomorrow,
dream it into the night,
and call it hope
when we cannot call it ours.
Perhaps desire is not
the having of what we want,
but the ache that reminds us
we are still alive.
"Read away and let your imagination soar." By Poet......
I love books both new and old,
did you know there is power between the pages?
A book is made up of paper and ink,
the words give power to the fiction.
As a reader one can go many places,
learning about life and living.
Reading can bring one's imagination to life,
as you turn the pages reading away.
We can place ourselves and feelings in the story,
as we become one of the characters.
Sometimes it will take our breath away,
other times it may put us to sleep.
As a writer our imagination comes alive,
when the ink hits the paper.
The power of fiction,
can take us over as we write.
The letters become words,
then the words become sentences.
Our story becomes alive for the reader to enjoy,
after all we write for our readers.
As we write happy or sad,
the reader's feelings will come out.
We hope the reader will enjoy,
our vision for the poem or book.
Dearest Ancestors, elders, concerned with the ways of the world,
Clearest for you, the pain you know, you see again unfurled.
Disappointed in the dream you once held when young,
It's annointed to us now, even if our feeling's wrong.
Wisdom you wish you could wield as your strength has waned
Hear it in the children, when they once more say: we hope to gain!
Oma, you have worked and loved and lived in good faith,
So I, want you to know, youth's reach is in its wake.
.........................KISS
Touch lips
Rub noses
Accepting the love
in consensual ways
freely returning it back
"we hope it will last forever"
Climb the tree
Friend of many yours
Time passes like I know, you free
Freedom is mine to share, the news of clarity of the world
Press for togetherness
When a time has come for us, like a promise to save living
Done, for us by the rise of integrity we seek, to imagine a bless
Today is the freshness of the sky, an air to claim the dream of giving...
I earned a fruit, for you to see
Long looks of worldly fate to compare
Avidity with cope, are we hope to tread the let of me?
Follow me to heaven, a strength of all and any is ours to share...
Completely unrelated, a note from me and godly people
When the wind decides a friend is stealing fruit, its time to look and consider
The tow of truth comes for the better of examples, not the lie of a wish realizing
The act of an enemy is to let peace believe what it want's, even when peace comes from a liar?
TO ME AND MY PEOPLE JOURNEYING ONWARD
Journey in belief,
Knowing God’s navigation,
Ensures the journey:-
Doubt not God’s footprints;
Just keep on walking in them:
Destiny waiting:-
Look how far we’ve come;
Look how far back we started:
Still journeying on:-
Destination reached,
And it's time for some to rest,
Give God The Glory:-
Some journeys soon end;
God has been given the praise:
Rest time on the way:-
We hope love’s labors,
Have us there to greet you all:
We all…praising God:-
We say: "So long",
not because goodbye is kind,
but because we hope,
time will hesitate,
before being gone,
before until rings shut.
We stretch our longing,
so thin, so long,
it begs its time,
to delay its gong,
'til after the last bell.
We trick our leaving,
until it forgets to go,
betraying the staying;
left in the swan song.
Time keeps the till.
Love keeps the change.
One counts what is leaving,
The other what is remaining.
Both wait so long—
'til the till clicks shut.
Our ancient fathers had it easy.
Every now and again God would appear
To one of them on top of a mountain, in a dream,
Or what would seem to be a burning bush.
He would tell them where they went wrong
(which button to push)
Give them a set of instructions.
Then, presto! Away they’d go
And things would also go right for a while,
Until the instructions became obsolete.
Meanwhile, they would be scrutinised
And revised by God, and a new set provided.
Neat! In the Old Testament this was standard,
Now we come to the New: not so for us.
We have to formulate our own instructions,
Perform our own miracles,
By trial and experiment,
By logic or presentiment.
We hope, we fumble and grope
And often (but not often enough)
We discover a missing fragment
Of the Seventh or Tenth Commandment
(only a fragment, mind)
While the First Commandment,
Although we search, we cannot find.
Someday perhaps,
On a slide, looking down a microscope,
One of the laboratory chaps or some old bod
Gazing at the heavens through a telescope,
Might just catch a glimpse of God.
With a silver heart I am a mortal man.
Walking toward hazel skies.
Under teal banners we hope I am frozen in eternity.
Questions of my sanity I am still alive despite the rumors.
Does my heart mean less cause it is not a machine?
Does my life count for less because I am not AI?
Jesus do you not hear our cries as we die in large numbers?
How much time will pass before you step in Lord?
Is the rapture soon? will you rescue us soon?
Save us Lord before we are all lost.
Peace is what we seek, like the river flowing down the stream, we seek to feel sleek and smooth as we go through life.
Love flows with every breath, like the air we send it out with a kiss to you, we send love and happiness everywhere.
Kiss you on the cheek, we love and feel you deeply, we are the peace people, we love you and seek peace.
As we go through life, we love to play and smile, each day we wake up to have fun and see the light and love.
Kiss you on the cheek, we love and feel you deeply, we are the peace people, we love you and seek peace.
Flowing down the riverside, we look and wave goodbye, we hope and love each day, lifting joy as we flow away.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I know she loves me, she just won't show it to the world
Neither rich nor handsome nor skilled,
I am to be kept a secret from her Instagram friends
I am a placeholder till she finds an internet-worthy boyfriend
A guy to show off to all her friends,
To meet her parents.
I have enough self-worth to leave her,
But I don't know if I have the strength to actually do it
It feels like we're strangers, Selene
Strangers in love with what we hope the other could be.
Family relationships are a key;
Abundant joy they bring (and brought) to me.
Mainstays in how we learn to love and grow;
It seems natural for me to feel so.
Living shared memories we hope will last;
Yearning for those times as the years slip past.
Facing adulthood, ditching childish things;
Using this time well to wait in the wings;
New family formed with the love it brings.
In our first family, we all grow up.
Sometimes, a heavy price is paid,
Maybe, somebody doesn't show up,
but, in this family we're partly made.
Then one day, when we find a mate,
it's our chance to fashion something new,
and so, we hope, then, to create
a family with love that's true.
From the first, we take love we retain,
as in the second, we try again.
My i say they were.' (My mistakes)Yet thats easy enough to spout.' Out, As a geyser is there not doubt,l.? forms in the shadow world demon
Spawn.' Manipulating the ' latest thing or
Media storms' who counts the tears.? But
God alone.' He keeps no score..
And we.?hope? to atone? Jesus sacrificed tried by night.' Oh breakers of trust' of pharonic blights
Blind and willful pharasiees,acts and signs of falsehood, you will bend the knee.' Or be
Thrown whole into hells fires.' Where even ashes
Carry the flames ever higher.' You love to
Divide, to wreck, to tear.. A dead law won't
Save you, its only mercy so rare.' Look around see the signs, better to fall at Chtists feet, who vanquished oblitterated
That many can eat; of life.. Repent turn back..Accept true life. Turn from hell and
Endless night.'
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