Do with this what you will
Regardless of how it makes you feel.
I was given a scroll, treasured and sealed.
I received it from an elderly man name Bill.
I do not know the magnitude of its appeal.
Nor was I told about the contents inside.
Very seriously, Bill said to me before he died;
The truth we must cease to deny and hide.
We must implement and not set it aside.
The truths behind the seal can heal our lives.
So, do with this what you will
Regardless of how it makes you feel.
Futile flippant,
rules and obscure,
mousetrap pitfalls,
scurrilous lure,
to faze green novice,
unsuspecting candidate,
contestant sworn to zeal,
might pause when enjoined,
to allow one’ s muse,
lithe elastic scope,
supple latitude,
without reckless reign,
or barren folly,
however cunning ploys,
lay-by lurk dithers,
yet without prior notice,
draws, dupes, deceives,
but these are caveats,
when stricture is,
shrouded in vague,
plumes of hazed,
thin veiled hair-split,
one stumbles
and fumbles over,
whilst glazed glance,
skips blindly over,
cues, clues, clause,
tip-offs to
shady motives,
motifs! ulterior.
I stepped out yesterday,
with no money for food,
no money for rent.
Only a T-shirt, jeans, and shoes,
that's enough, I told myself.
In my bag, my laptop,
my copies, my pen.
I am writing two things now,
one book, Always Go Up,
and one novel about my life.
I have nothing in my hands,
but I have a dream in England,
to become a PhD doctor.
I don't know how I will pay,
I don't know how I will eat,
but I know I will make my dream come true.
It is not where you have been,
or the color of your skin,
that determines your real worth.
God loved you before your birth!
So…be still, listen and know:
what life will to you, now show,
and wherever hence will trod,
He is with you…Go with God.
- by Darrell Simmerman © 2025
There holding up the belt, they said thpingall was questionable, the match was almost equal, clearly the 3 in the fall was a two with a right lifted shoulder. I still have the Trophy they championship committee drew a line and divided the championship.Neither disputed or unified, status; challenged, dually challenged.
Friction between promotions.Gelled over and squash, is going in storage for winter. They drew up the thinga muh jigg, in blueprint. Found folk to engineer it into existence, built it up,divided folks interests as who was or is. Promoted, a bout,found a venue. Conjarred up a show, now we gotta get the peoples asses to sit with there passes. They are talking about inventing the automatic vender. Where all men can sit order grub and chill! Man we got some work to do.
This was mine to hold
now it rests within your hands
take it where you choose
I release the reins to you
yet my fingerprints remain.
I leave you the key
hanging from an iron chain
let your will decide
which way and when to turn it
you know which way I would go.
I have said enough
old advice has stained the page
my will has faltered
I can't unring the bronze bell
nor choose which echoes to wake.
The secret has flown
once my tongue unlatched its cage
two shadows now fall
one behind the mouth that spoke
one before the ear that heard.
Freedom bruises hands
when offered in heavy chains
gift-wrapped as free will
demanding they themselves choose
what each cannot bare to lose.
I pass the ember
hand to hand in stark silence
none can keep the flame
alight abandoned in shame
when both wills are disowned.
Falsete and Fach
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Mastretta De Sa' Sopranista
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-E per quanto riguarda le possibilità
passando a un approccio
basato sui problemi?
traditions start somewhere
doing things for a reason is
often the right thing
to do
looking toward
our goales
budgeting our endeavor
profiting
and profit sharing
to create healthy
long lasting
relationships
that are meaningful
and complimentary
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Many fall in love without
presence of mind.
They repeat the mod cliché
that love is blind...
But sensible matchmaking
chooses more feasible soulmates.
Kids need adult supervision
in the matter of dates.
Love is a very special emotion
that causes much commotion
in the heart and soul,
where it has a big role.
Love's possible anytime, anywhere,
and many are caught by it unawares.
But don't let love be just a stupor
from which you wake up in horror.
Don't let love be a one night stand drink
from which you get a hangover.
Committed Love shouldn't be a fad or spell
from which you just get over...
When young minds play their own cupid
To many that has brought heartache and sorrow.
Underage kids dating is even more stupid
They usually regret on the morrow.
Reason doesn't work in a fit of passion.
So its best to love with
your mind and consultation.
Having love affairs without deliberation
is harmful fashion.
Head over heels
without discussion,
with well-wishers
may cause concussion
headache
of so-called lovers...
Use your head before your heart
Not every spark
should start a fire....
With each step I falter, Lord
But I believe in You
I know that You love me
And I love you too
I believe in Your majesty
I believe in Your creativity
Awesome settings given
Through Your directive power
Each morning, I see Your power
Your artwork on display
I hear Your birds singing
I know You hear them when they pray
I believe in You
I believe in Jesus
I believe You love me
I believe in love
Along the roots of an unbidden rain
rises the estranged stamen,
casting its violet shadow
into the cup of tea.
I eat the steaming violet
along with my tea.
From the sanctum of the jasmine flower,
even the winds arise,
wandering winds
and a life strung with severed heads.
The room is stripped of shape and shade,
Where colors blur, and contours fade.
No mirrors watch, no eyes critique,
As silence yields to what they seek.
The music breathes, a sudden tide,
A map that forms from deep inside.
The cello hums against the floor,
A heavy footstep at the door.
They step into the weightless air,
Unbound by sight, immune to stare.
The treble sparks, a silver spark,
That cuts a path across the dark.
They spin on rhythms felt, not seen,
The space between becomes a queen.
A tilt of chin, a sweeping hand,
They trace the contours of the land.
For sight is bound to wall and stone,
But movement claims the sky alone.
They do not miss the candle’s gleam,
Who dance inside the fabric’s seam.
we were
always burdened
by the
captivating chatter
discreetly hostel
last likely
a shew
proposition to
reconsider southwest
precook texarkana
thickened tangy
ambition crookedly
fluster and
recognizable flake
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
I walk along with the crowd.
Before me unfolds
The clasping hands of lovers.
I walk along with the crowd,
Listening closely to the sound
Of something beating within me.
'At last,'
I realized the sound of my heart
Had always been with me.
Though lovers may
Let go of each other's hands for a moment,
The pulsing rhythm of my heart
Never lets go of the warmth of my hand.
Yet,
Intoxicated by one another,
They awoke after a while,
Only to find themselves under different skies!
Yet,
I, too, had grown intoxicated!
With the sound of my beating heart,
I awoke after a while,
To find myself under the very same sky!
Therefore,
'I am not alone.'
a kite
with a severed string...
is what I am;
the wind's useful idiot,
d r i f t i n g
erratically
across the tempestuous sky,
losing all control...
make no mistake about that!
should I rise
with the morning sun
one day
and not see you
lying right next to me....
gee, I can't even imagine!
v u l g a r
just the thought of it!
you see,
you, my anchor
are the tethered string,
that gently reels me
d
o
w
n
from the evil winds that blow
in the loftiest of skies.
should I no longer have
your hand to hold,
no matter how you leave,
i'd be everything
to the gust of wind
and nothing
to myself.
i'd be however it wants me,
so please,
never do.
Some things
are better
after
the fact
Like Woodstock
the Edsel
song lyrics
retracked
Some things
are better
when time
is removed
Alive in our
consciousness
forever
— renewed
(The New Room: September, 2026)
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