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Women gathers' to their bosom Men pointers To stay focused Will add to poem next Need to edit the following in: Read the short poem about First a girl hugs her family Then her sweetheart Then draws her baby to Her bosom When she loses her man Her arms ache to hold Her soul needs to give receive Need to ad last line R
Love love my sparkle angel dust in nature and on my floor even though I vacuum!! Not glitter but sparkle dust!!
A well known poet here On CS Was the inspiration For this poem Composed in its entirety 2 hours my composition completed After reading his inspiring poetry Left him the following note: Yankee4you The poem I just composed You inspired the love Locked in my soul If u wish Go to it to read Has Gentleman only in title Rachael_0622 Thank you Taking a break maybe 10-20 Minutes Of composing 2 hours of spontaneous combustion Of divine revelation Poetry We all inspire one another hopefully!
What can I say Tweaked 1/20/20 Truth
Inspired by a picture posted by MadTat! Thank you Tony!
Love takes Real Work For the man and the woman Do u want the real thing? Or a Cheap Dollar store replica? Are you willing to do the work? How much do you value her? You get what you pay for Won't feel the same Smell the same Taste the same If you liked it you should of put a ring on it "Beyonce" Your choice a copy or an original? Rachael_0622
Dark story-tell style.
"By love may He be reached and held, but by thought never." - The Cloud of Unknowing
Eric Fromm stated all anxiety comes from the sense of feeling separate.
Just wordplay again.
I like to remember that the impact of nature on us is ancient. Our earliest ancestors saw the moon just like we do or heard the sound of rain just like we do.
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!" -Kazantzakis
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!" -Kazantzakis
Published in the December 2019/January 2020 issue of the Newark Valley Moonlighter! By the middle of January everyone is feeling the blues from the short dark cold days and let down after the holidays. Hoping to perk a few people up.
First Love Haunted endless
Searching for the elusive love
DID 2019 end on a sad or happy note All depends on your own life's luck Did she play happy with your year? Or played you down, Or a mixture of both Have you made promises to yourself? for the new year ahead? Or leaving it to destiny or is
This part of Kentucky is dying Most of the people who were here are dead and gone In this part of Kentucky no one is crying There's no one left to cry in the town of all alone And memories have become vague shadows The view from the front and
Another poem by Russian poetess Marina Tsvetaeva.
Not quite so inspirational as it should rightfully be here on this corner, but this is what I chose to translate this time from the Russian poetry. My apologies.
In luv much daily
Patience must have her perfect work Loves work and Love must fit (MBE)
Love In the process
Perceptions of winter scenes
There is a place for my broken dreams Shattered heart screams Fragmented mind and beaten body In your loving arms Lord Jesus I bring them to you in a desolate psalmody Inside the dark corridors of my weary soul You open my closed oppressed door
Candle Love
True love on connecting singles
Future Thoughts?
Have enjoyed this With just one But alcohol He loved more
Major injury Strokes Paralyzed Hospitalized He is Institutionalized 1.5 years All due to nasty nicotine addiction Planned by cig companies Every cig over 5000 additives To make u a slave to the master nicotine For the wealth of nicotine mansions Intentional very lucrative But to those who use Disheartening beyond repair Years suffering in nursing homes Living your golden years In a diaper full of waste Waiting your turn in line to be changed by your nurse Ugh! U made your choice Now u sit in it U were warned!
The land covered in fresh white snow The Sun shining across it causing it to glow With tiny promising crystals the colors of a rainbow Sustaining
Peace My old friend Best holiday wishes
Lie vs. truth He's only fooling himself
But you said .....you liked me so what happened .....you liked spending time with me so what happened .....I was funny so what happened .....I made you pee your pants from laughter so what happened .....you were made for me so what happened
The setting sun caresses curtains eyelashes heavy from kisses black night insomnia. Just like your lips used to be and hands wading on my body map. Last flash of rays drowns in hair like your breath on the neck, in the bend of the hand. I
Looking at the funny side of things
I have been to some of these places. The hottest place I was at was Arizona City, Arizona and the coldest place was Winnepeg, Canada.
There are days when you cry though not a single tear does not run down the cheek. There are words that are born in bitterness, though they will never be said. There are moments of great loneliness although it is full of people. There are
Love peace family Family love Warmth
2019 Advent season is upon us - today we light the Candle Hope
Three Things I Need, Just for Laughs
A lull in the storms thats all
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