Reality beckons!
I won't respond if you say this or that, I won't be available for nonsense chat, I won't accept text or anything next, I won't reply if I think you lie, I won't be here to communicate, I won't, I won't...this is so......why am I alone?....I just
Another Fairytale
Getting wiser with age I guess.
Victory Outreach Men & Women's Recovery Home Programs Part-1
1. If there too full please do not give-up-hope: Victory Outreach Church Men's & Women's Recovery Programs are in all 50-United States. Sometimes people have to pay a bus ticket to go from one state to another to go into their Men & Women's Recov
Flowers
We are all so different yet so alike, unique yet. We all feel deeply.
The Bonfire
Life in the forests, lakes and grasslands of Minnesota is magical! This is the story of a Bonfire from my little corner of the world in Duluth MN.
Friends, of yester years
Beautiful hearts, beautiful memories. Makes life beautiful.
Santa Clause
1. Santa Clause & His Wife was from the Snow Planet 100-Light years away from earth. Since Santa & his wife and all his helpers had immortality, the man upstairs had asked Santa Clause, "could U and your team grace all the children of earth with
dream
I had a dream about you! And the Moon felt jealous of you and she decided to leave because she didn't feel full, now she was half. I had a dream about you! And the words she said to you were of love and passion, I did not feel any shame in e
Rainbow's in a waterfall.
Rainbow's in a waterfall, magical, beautiful and breathtaking. Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams. But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.
Don't be ashamed of me
With me, don't be shy, don't cover yourself... I love you as you are... Don't be shy with me, show yourself completely, just as you are, without inhibitions. It's all varnish, it's all temporary. You're a fickle woman from time to time. I accept you
Games of Chance
Vice becomes the misery of a life lacking the highest vibration ….LOVE! Write on the "casinos" to drown out reality!!
The Vanishing
the poetry is part of my book called " the souls capturing city " it was originaly writen in Romanian, but i have translated it with the help an AI hopw that you will like it
May
Haven't a clue where this came from. Yet, hope it may inspire. It's a tough crowd here.
never regret the treachery of time
It is a vertical poem composed by Imam Al-Shafi’i, who is Abu Abdullah Muhammad bin Idris Al-Shafi’i. Among the most prominent topics covered in the poem are the following: the fluctuations of conditions for people in time, as there is no regret about that. The fluctuation of circumstances does not change the status and value of people. He mentioned some examples of the treachery of time, such as the ignorant sleeping on silk, while the learned sleeps on dirt. The poet's emphasis is that time has nothing to do with what happens, and it is wrong to criticize it, but the matter is up to human action. The call to be satisfied with destiny and destiny, and not to be afraid, as nothing remains as it is. The call to display the qualities of manhood and morals, and no matter how bad a person has qualities, he must cover them up with generosity and giving. The call not to gloat over enemies, or ask for a favor from a miser. Sustenance is written and destined, and calls for contentment and contentment. The inevitability of death....Written about 1200 years ago Written by Imam Al-Shafi’i, translated by artificial intelligence Birth: 150 AH / 767 AD Gaza, Palestine, the Levant, Abbasid Empire Death on the last night of Rajab 204 AH/820 AD Egypt, The Abbasid Empire Burial Place Imam Shafi’i Dome Landmarks Imam Shafi’i Mosque Nickname Abu Abdullah Title Renewed Imam, scholar of the era, champion of hadith, imam of Quraysh, jurist of the faith Religion Islam Children Abu Uthman, Abu Al-Hasan, Fatima, and Zainbal Father Idris bin Al-Abbas bin Uthman bin Shafi’ bin Al-Sa’ib bin Ubaid bin Abd Yazid bin Hashim bin Al-Muttalib bin Abd Manaf
Returning to life...advice
Every heart wants warmth at every time of the year and age has nothing to do with it. No matter how cold life is, where there is love, the weather is wonderful. It doesn't matter how old you are... The main thing is to wake up every morning with th
There comes a Time. ( A Re-post)
I was so depressed today,thinking of my daughter,I went back to this poem I had posted in 2014.I wanted to relive my feelings through this poem to make me feel that my love & yearning for her has not died.I know some poets on here will think me crazy,( Do not read if you think me so,nor comment)but this a site where people are free to pour out their feelings.
distance
What is the distance? The word hurts, it pierces the soul painfully, the heart breaks so much! Not to be in another country, in another place, is a paradox! You can be thousands of miles away, but not far away, and sometimes you sleep in the same
I Wish I Were A Robot
Having a fun write with the current emphasis on "robots" and "robotics". This is my thoughts on what a Robot should be.
The Chair.
It was writen at christmas time. My mother had died two months earlier. So at christmas I took the sleeper train to another country and stayed there a few days alone.
In the paradise of my thoughts
Originaly writen in Romanian word, but translated with the help o AI, i hope you will like it, thank you for your time
In the springtime
In the springtime maybe we will dance in the flowers sublime In the springtime maybe we can love one another just one last time In the springtime maybe we can touch the sky as we learn to fly In the springtime maybe we can smell the rain as
Nature determines Rhythm
nice to be home again after a hardship and exertion
Age
Age has a no Whats your no may I ask Are you old are you young You may ask Will I tell Or give you a no don't ask What is age have you Lived a life of stiff have you chilled with a life of ease you may ask will I tell you may have to
My grandmother advised me
A lot of suffering in pleasing a female
My grandmother's advice to the women of the village
So let me love you
God Knew What U Were Before U Had Become A Christian Celebrity
1. 1 John 3:17 "But whoever has the world’s goods (adequate resources), and sees his brother in need, but has no compassion for him, how does the love of God live in him?" (Amplified Bible) 2. Matthew 10:33 "But the one who denies and rejects M
I saw people
The conditions we are in now
Cy's Unguis
From real life. Despite imperfections, the perception of beauty should always remain strong.
American Bosses What A Big Circus!
1. I had worked many different jobs in years past, and a lot of those Male-Bosses had started treating their male and female employees like dogs doo-doo. 2. So here's what I had did, I had walked into a past job I had use to work at. I said, "He
Narc's
For sure, they goin to fix you to break you. For there is nothing to break with a broken you. So they will goin to sort things out with you. Comforts you. Feed lies to you. Just so you feel like you are being fixed. But at the end, you ju
A lonely life
I just wrote this poem, it is the original version, no Romanian version this time :)
Come back to me
Another long distance relationship. Not feeling compelled to look up if this one was with Dominican Republic or Scotland. They kinda overlapped. Both were aware of each other, and got along. They were both in love with me and I also had feelings for them. Scotland's over and done with; however the bridge is still there with Dominican, we're just not even trying because of covid travel restrictions. We are dreamers, but moreso realists.
Farewell but not Goodbye
My final words for my mother which will forever endure as the written word remains long after we do
Laughter Of The Wizard
I wrote this one 10-17-94, just barely over two months after I "turned on, tuned in, and dropped out" and went to Woodstock '94! lol Putting this in here, I thought it might put a little change of climate into some readers minds. Something wild and out of the ordinary, perhaps?
In lofty dreams
Its best to let everyone who reads this make their own assessment. I have not a clue of the inspiration of this poem at the moment.
Summer Dreams
How can the thorns this vine sprouts lead to roses When I search for the top a sea of disconnected poses Flowers with no roots atop the prickly canopy Where they lost me was in promised beauty Though I climbed through ugliness to see them My adm
the red wave isn't Republicans
they are the waves rippling in blood i hope they crest and crash down and drown the Democrats who continue to vote blue ripples increase numbers family left behind in peril have loved ones friends friends of friends who hear their testimonials
Madman in the hills
Madman in the hills
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Refugee
The terrible irony between freedom and oppression.
We Do NOT Consent !
This was channeled when connecting to Arch Angel Uriel