O Moon! The creator of my character, the treasure of my emotions; here I come along with the Supreme Charioteer in form of coiled life force in the spine, to surrender to you and provide me strength and wisdom.
Lord Krishna, my dearest companion hold me strong; you are the only one upon whom I can count.
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Intelligence is extremely emotional coz emotions
analyse and rise. The chariot of emotions move in right directions isn't always destined. Righteousness alone qualifies to be the ideal charioteer.
Lord Krishna... The subconscious charioteer in form of coiled life force in the spine, always resides..... It's just that inspite of being focused upon gazing the world, we got to look with in n shine.
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Hail fellow, speak what you believe
and watch your deeds, lest you deceive
by conduct, values you profess.
Caprice, says spider, spins in stress
a whimsy-web, not worth the weave.
from my poem WHAT WHIMSY WEBS WE WEAVE, posted at Poetry Soup
Reason A. Poteet
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You don’t even have to touch me
to spin tornadoes in my stomach.
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"In the realm of EchoVerse, where letters transcend their form,
Words become spells, and rhymes take shape like a storm.
With enchantment as my guide, I spin tales divine,
Like turning water to wine, through EchoVerse, words intertwine."
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What fuels agony the most?
An anamnesis of destruction of love or a dithering desire to cross paths with you once again?
And, what saddens heart the most?
Is it the search for peace that was in fact a mirage or a rasping collision with the truth?
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She spoke
and her words
were like a ringing echo dying
or like smoke
rising and drifting
while the earth below is spinning.
She awoke
with a cry
from a dream that had no ending,
without hope
or strength to rise,
into hopelessness descending.
And an ache
in her heart
toward that dream, retreating,
left a wake
of small waves
in circles never completing.
('Circe' by Michael R. Burch)
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What I believe is, in the universe not any things that move, that are created have straight lines, nor have the bodies straight spines.
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6. Poetry is cherry blossoms, crying for the soft, cool winds to wave their beauty to the awaiting sun and the gasping skies.
Robert J. Lindley
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"The origin of my lacking faith in humanity was created, when society glorified the spineless and began promoting the braindead."
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'Hurry Honey' Did you know..." That when you 'spin' oriental Asian folk around real fast they become disoriented"
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Grasping on the negatives lets the positives slip through our fingers.
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To Son of Spock---I see you fishing on the dock---At rainbow skies you spin your mock---You bleed the colors with your unwanton talk---Apropos of trollers
that shock and stalk---Why puddle in the mud when your poetry rocks---To waste this talent at the bottom is such a shock---I wish you cast godspeed and good stock---For I pity the day that you are banned and blocked---
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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Life keeps spinning faster. The needed remedy to be at ease always is to keep calm no matter how fast you wanna roll along.
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No where to be found once satiated, tempation is spineless.
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"Your life is not a cruel spin of fate, but a carefully designed work of magnificent splendor. So do something with it."
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I want to get lost in your lips,
until the universe spins out of orbit,
and nothing exists but for our kiss.
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And then you keep grasping this reality inside you, until you become reality..until you no longer find yourself.
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Life is a spoiled roulette, where the ball, no matter how to spin it, always falls on the zero mark.
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I don't spin my wheels where the dirt doesn't fly so don't think you can sharpen your teeth on my arm. Eat a snickers
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