Living in a world, I know I don't belong.
Wondering if I did something, to cause this wrong.
Feeling deep inside, my life was never meant to be mine.
Always searching for answers, I cannot find.
Living 61 years, upon this beautiful earth.
Learning recently, my life was blessed since birth.
Fighting strong feelings deep inside, I know now I cannot deny,
Knowing I have many guiding Angels, upon which I can rely.
Never knowing what tomorrow will hold,
Ready to go, to help, I must always be bold.
Saving and changing so many lost lives,
I know I'm high, so God takes the wheel and drives.
What should have made me feel so weak,
Just put me on a long winning streak.
My faith, my honesty and my strength,
Can always be described in long length.
Recently finding those many answers I seek.
Who knew Youtube, would be my missing link.
To know I've lived the life, God meant for me.
I'm now free to live my true destiny.
slowly, softly
he paints each
phalanx,
gently
a pale shade
of nude pink
the shade of
opening
conch shell
silky inner lipped
later,
not much later,
he slips them
into his hands
perfectly
they fit
like warm sandals
each fingerprint
wrapped around
slender bare feet;
moving up
to clasp the ankles,
he thinks
he’s on a winning streak
the fragrant frangipani oil
like slippery ink
he writes words
on her hot skin
then later,
not too much later,
he lifts each slick satin limb
like they're a gift to the gods
he prays in between
her eyes, fluorescent glistening
her perfume, the scent of sea
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Lose Control. Teddy Swims.
The deck was strewn with fallen leaves;
I swept them all away
And cleared the gutters with my broom.
The house looks fine today.
I bought two mini-pumpkin gourds,
As I do every year,
Which perch right near the door to lend
An autumn atmosphere.
Surrounding trees are orange-gold,
The foliage at peak.
As far as Nature’s beauty goes,
I’m on a winning streak.
This season’s always magical;
Though leaves mean extra work,
The colors and the cool crisp air
Provide a double-perk.
Pelted with such incredible force
one hundred and ten on that fastball;
Harder to dodge than anything in sports;
Foggy you’re lost within a pitfall
sweet nothings condensed on your cheek;
That whisper is the be all end all;
Flooding you and now you’re left weak,
rambling and gambling placing bets;
You’re lost toting a winning streak;
Confused and so happily distressed,
Stuck on lips coated in liquid bullets.
Living yet I’m not alive
Frivolously stupefied
Uncaring of myself and I
Nonchalantly undefined
I used to compete but there’s no glory
Victory always unrewarding
Someone would appeared before me
Dispossessing the importance
Progress would demoralise
Feeling bad after you’ve tried
All that effort was applied
Just to leave you dead inside
Punishments for doing well
Turning happy into hell
Flip success into a fail
how do you ever excel
Belittling what I achieve
Telling me about my failure
Eventually make me believe
I am nothing but a failure
Some mates have a bitter streak
Take you down when you succeed
Teaching you a winning streak
Is not something you ever need
Unprepared or unprotected
It doesn’t really matter now
care for myself is neglected
Life will only bring you down
Every time I’m motivated
Times that I’ve overachieved
I seem to be annihilated
Death will be my sweet relief
After rounding up some cattle
I headed to the saloon
To have a drink or two
And hear a bawdy tune
Cowpokes were gambling
And guzzling up their beer
The women were upstairs
Their bosoms amply filled
Waiting to give us all a thrill
After a couple shots of whiskey
A poker game I did seek
Hoping I'd soon be on a winning streak
My luck was going good and
The cowpokes I was beating
Until big Jim accused me of cheating
A fight broke out and turned into a brawl
Big Jim got hit, and took a mighty fall
When it was all over I was still standing tall....
The cattle would be rounded up tomorrow once again
And I would be right there, ridin' on the plains
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I'm in all at their winning Streak victories
Nearly undefeated; time for me to try to make history
I revel in the idea that I too shall overcome
I'm envious of those around me never having to endure those dreaded days & dreary nights
My soul tries emerging from beneath my skin
Promising ever so sweetly that this storm will calm soon
I shudder at the mere thought of it being the kiss off fate;
Suffocating me,
leaving me gasping for air
I met a young woman, she was unique but found it a bit hard to speak.
She said, because people think she's a freak, she had no support from her friends, they were too busy calling her a geek.
She was so tired of her life being critiqued, it was making her weak and life to her was looking pretty bleak.
Well, your life is yours, you don't have to sneak, at your life just take a peek, when they look at you they see mystique and you are more precious than the most valuable antique.
Where as keeping up with the Joneses is what they seek, only havoc on their lives is what this will wreak, for what they think they see is really oblique which is why they keep finding themselves up a creek.
Again, your life is yours, you were made unique you just need to spend time developing your technique and please, don't freak when you go on your winning streak and become chic.
Be Unique, Devolope Your Own Technique.
Postcard update
Tells a lot here;
Himalayan trip
~~~~~~~~~
Adrenaline rush
Good news galore;
A winning streak
~~~~~~~~~
My darling's face
Warm sun comes up;
Rainbow smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Lines flavour
Meeting of minds;
Transcend small talk
~~~~~~~~~
Joy in the breeze
Moist feel of rain;
Old dog barks
~~~~~~~~~
Live plainly here
Let faith unveil;
Watch dawning grace
~~~~~~~~~
Waltz with tempo
Sweet music score;
Twin flames dance
~~~~~~~~~
Hurl of dawn
Night opts out;
Embrace new day
~~~~~~~~~
Set new sights
Purge dilemma;
New journal page
~~~~~~~~~
Another day
A blank cheque;
Signature more
~~~~~~~~~
Streaming sunshine
Bright morning charms;
Birdsong salute
~~~~~~~~~
Leon a Enriquez
31 May 2016
Singapore
mind gone there's no more credibility
unable to accept any responsibility
trust is lost when will we find the closing
cost
have no fear push those away who want
to draw near
the temptation is great when there's
nothing but hate
mentally controlled by forces unknown
just want to be left alone
continually being drug back like a train
coming off track
an example must be set but it's so hard
living with so much regret
knowing the future seems so bleak gotta
find one more winning streak
only worry is letting others down the
burden of holding the crown
identity has been misplaced along with all
natural taste
thoughts are screaming into the ears
mistakes made throughout the years
when will this storm end like a message
that won't send
rains bring in floods of unrest and all the
doubt fueled by this unwanted guest
never ending thoughts of heaven and hell
wanting so bad to just hear the bell
physically asleep but sub consciously
awake trying to find the right combination
of pills to take
bury all the feelings within like writing a
letter but don't know where to begin
just so tired of this rambling and all this
mindless gambling
Moonie
It was in the seventies I was out at St George,
Playing pool with the locals,
and the blacksmith from his forge,
I was winning, had a winning streak,
But I was getting a bit drunker,
So it was time to drive 300 miles,
in me Holden, the old clunker,
I was on a 200 mile stretch,
Black forest all around,
Drunk as 40 cats,
Glassy eyed,
half alkie sorta drowned,
I came up the darkened valley,
Not a bat or ne’er a sound,
Hair jumped up upon me neck,
great golden ball, sat on the ground,
Big as a house the golden ball,
I sobered oh so quick,
Just the bloody full moon that’s all,
No sign of mean ole Nick,
Cos, it was the highway Moonie
Is this for real?
Fight to conceal
Focus on how to escape
No more time to contemplate
You are on a winning streak
Figured out you gotta hide to seek
Life is a game it's your turn
If you lose, everyone will learn
Break right through stone cold eyes
Leave them dead with surprise
You are hidden, no one knows
Confusion saves your deadly foes
Curiosity takes a peek
Wonders why you gotta hide to seek
Picking them off one by one
Hoping you'll be the only one
It's so quiet your breath is loud
Worried they're gonna find you now
Your mind races what to do
Soon your face is turning blue
You are blind, your voice is lost
How will you pay for the cost?
They will catch you, don't make a peep
I am your eyes while you hide and seek
As life is like a wheel, best of time could turn up
Bad time moves to alternate what’s on top
Be steep in spirit at the height of your loss
And be humble when winning comes to a close
As trunk of a tree is cut and becomes support
As diamond is cut in its desired form
While silkworm works hard to spin a silken cocoon
For human sufferings in life, they become of worth
No one will make a bow without an arrow
Likely God won’t test you if you are weak
If you fail today, don’t fill your heart with sorrow
Instead, pose a chic smile with a winning streak
There’s no turning back to correct the past
Rather move forward to create a better future
If you join a race and landed last
The last to come is a determined winner
If you can cry for a loss
Why can’t you smile for a cause?
As time goes by, old ones become more valuable
A newly born becomes adorable
Avoiding the challenge can change nothing
But facing the challenge can change everything
If we come across the wrong road
There is always the other way around
By: Noel N. Villarosa
First posted in www.voicesnet.com
5/10/2009
Hey Jesus Christ is our Quarterback,
He's MVP and never gets sacked,
Twelve Apostles are the rest of the team,
The Bible is their rule and Jesus is their steam.
They always win and never lose,
Cheering for souls for God to use,
With Father God as the Heavenly Coach,
The Holy Spirit now will approach.
God's Angels are the team to try,
Wearing their jerseys all will fly,
Across the goal line happily,
Scoring touchdowns for Eternity.
Some are not fans of this great sport,
Wait till you join this Heavenly Court,
And be a player on a winning streak,
God's Angels team is quite unique.
Teresa Skyles
Co-written Linda-Marie Bariana one of the best poets on soup.
Entered in Chris D.Aechter"2nd.chance"contest
Brown may be the color of chocolate
Brown is one of nature's richest Earth tones
Brown is the color of father's wallet
Brown is a shade of tasty ice cream cones
The gravel and dirt on my shoes are brown
When I fell, the mud on my knees was brown
I looked and found your shoes were also brown
You touched me and I found beautiful brown
Brown is the open windows to your soul
Brown is the color that makes me go weak
Brown gave new meaning to becoming whole
Brown is an ever-lasting winning streak
Brown fills my heart that it bursts at the seams
Brown is now my future to all my dreams
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