Violently delicious
You play with my mind
Looking for logic i can't swim against time
Am I marked to be doomed
Am I cursed or worse already dead
I can't help to think
But thats when Iam at my worst
Its just the way we play your cards
When I think I have a chance
It all breaks down
Its a sweet party just like you Let me dance the hood of my car
Let me scream and shout
Ill wait for this time and space
Iam a lucky man
But so God damn.unlucky
Is it just all mankind
What happened in the last 5 years
What happened to luck, posterity,sucess
Do I shout out.. hey you !
Stop this merry go round
It ain't merry I quit booze
I quit weed, I quit living for the future
How can you be so proud
Just take a look at this town
If you got a better name
You better use it
If someone can stop this spiral
We better do it
Early to bed early to rise
out standing in his field
good farmer Brown never stops
from dawn to dusk
rotating his crops
hoping it will bear a fruitful yield
when he brings the harvest in
tho' full of crows which do most harm
it's enough to make one's head spin
but that's how life goes down on the farm
In silence I seek nature’s voice,
Connecting me with other life.
To walk or hunt or fish – my choice;
I ease away from nagging strife.
If I would like a level field,
Without a road, or dam, or fence;
No bow or pole – no thing I wield,
Relying just on what I sense.
When I to nature most attune,
To birds and beasts and fish and more;
Is when I strive for peak commune,
Perceiving all that nature bore.
Linking each highway
Are secret curves, seeking signs
Stop, yield, star crossing
I won't lie to you to fake emotions I might feel
and tell you things you want to hear
In this give-and-take, no lie, that feels
lobsided and askew, sometimes like a tug of war
Breathlessly waiting, life in limbo
one toe in the water overly cautious
holding back ~
Stuck behind yield signs and stop signs
the occasional yellow lights
foot on the break ~ go but not too fast
Everyday is a lazy Sunday afternoon
we're out in our sporty lamborghini
dillydallying in life's slow lane
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Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking
Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts
Believing in hefty heaving heroes
Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows
Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries
Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic
Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries
Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams
Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels
Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels
Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic
Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle
Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka
let bliss waves rise
kiss surprising
the prize is love
We are all called to His Marvelous light
To be relieved of our sin and plight
Yet we doubt, delay and scoff
In a pride with the semblance of a huff
For we’d better hassle and bustle
But for how long will His Spirit tussle
If man shuns Christ for the seemingly premium
Mocking His teachings as the poor’s opium
Ever learning but veering from Truth
Ever unsettled but looking for something to soothe
You don’t believe in God whom you’ve never seen?
But you believe in your dreams never seen
You confess of gut feeling sure and clean
And other things out of scene
But is the unseen limited to your imagination?
Why is it widespread in proclamation?
What is that justice in our wish, will and bearing
What’s in that hope we delight in hearing
With that much faith that you wield
To God with speed be led to the need to yield
K. Muitherero
The Light paints unseen secrets
You stand at the crossroads in reverence.
The Light awaits and stars bow.
So watch, yielding no risk to severence.
Yield? Not to you, I certainly won't.
I'll parry on hot coals, I'll lunge to your affront.
Succumb? I'll not breathe your air of lies,
Since no honeyed sweetness makes me compromise.
Supplicate? Then throw down your armor at will.
Once freed from this battle, you will be my love still.
Please, fancy not stone field:
It assures none crop yield.
From death won't one shield,
When guns one's killers wield...
Only a big name yield:
"A Landlord" owners wield
And causeless questions field
From the press that lands shield!
Then, choose between crop yield
And mere names that lands wield:
From those of a stone field
I shan't fail to self shield
She has finally come with her snowy sister, December is the month of showy harvest too , Like a little lamb,I followed my dear daddy, To see the pregnant paddy field ,
Which is ready to yield.
With Light infused into our daily reality,
we abandon rage at our common banality,
and words flow with warmth as a fresh summer's honey,
for wretchedly poor, for the ones with the money.
Silver spoons feed the rich and privileged classes,
and common cutlery for the great unwashed masses.
We pass our lives on a small twirling planet,
some hearts tiny as quarks, and some hearts hard as granite.
We are not all the same. We are not equally blessed.
Some of us don the finest linen, some, hardly dressed.
Smiles alone level no uneven playing field.
Only Love can bring us Light. Heaven's Light does Love yield.
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She did not yield to his advances
Playing hard to get, taking chances
He sent her a bouquet of red roses
As his quest for love he poses
Love becomes a game of pursuit
In an attempt to capture her heart
Like a tango in steps so cute
As she dances to the beat he imparts
Soon he will close in on his desire
She's the lovely flower in the field
Then they will spark love's fire
And to love's pursuit she will yield
11-30-2021
''Y'' Contest, New Poems - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
O Reason, yield to Feeling
Truth, Emotions weep
Our Senses sent reeling
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