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salamunaonline today!

Celestial Realm Captains

Here it is
The cherished secret:
Time twists the arrows of years
With unspeakable ease.
Soon comes merry Christmas
With window lights.
If my memory doesn't sleep
With someone else
And I remember it right,
The creation of this world
Belongs to God, opening doors,
And an Angel, bringing good luck ...
I'm at the crossroad now.
I would like to have an anti-shock heart
Or an ampoule filled with fast poison .
It looks like they don't care,
They don't believe in us and never cry,
Those Celestial Realm Captains:
God, opening doors
And an Angel, bringing good luck
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
just trying to be ironic .. but not always successful (((
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Yankee4youonline today!

Stone Wall

A stone wall weathers with age
It's number becomes more feint
A beginning more distant away
What makes a spirit finally rest
Still dressed in its Sunday best
See how time wears us down
So when a leaf falls to the ground
Slowly becoming dust turning brown
Perhaps erased by the sands of time
Endlessly shaping in the ground
Just biding my time I guess
I think I’ll just hang around
Run a little while longer if I can
Separating who knows what from where
No hurry to be already gone then there
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Posted: Nov 2021
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
Spring in the New England woods
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BlissfulRaven

Flat

If flat earth is where it’s at
And round globes are actually flat

Contemplating that and this
Upon the heavenly stars we wish

Those luminous balls of plasma
Enchanting us with bright charisma

Those ley lines that are crossing
The earth like fine linen embossing

Then there are the monumental pyramids
So majestic and mysteriously spirited

And unexplained megaliths and monoliths
Is this some shrouded geopolitics?

Were ancients here in dire peril?
Seeking an outer layer sclera?

But we have been distracted.
Our brains completely protracted

Artifacts are cries for truth
Not a search for a fountain of youth

It’s very hard to fathom
Or even try to imagine

The depths of such deception
Of such a calculating inception

To keep mankind down
Just keep them going ‘round

We are to be the seeker
Not delusional and weaker

If knowing the truth is better
Then open up that sealed letter

Tell us all the mysteries of time
Not silent movements of pantomime

Entities that work so hard
Treating mankind like bits of shard

We’re done now don’t you know
Not deserving of the free throw

No foul by us committed
Only truth we want admitted

If you think this has been an accident
Perpetrated for humankind’s amusement

You’re so dead wrong
And it won’t be long

Until you hear, “we’re not playing ball anymore”
It’s all the lies and cover-ups we deplore

Know that truth will ultimately prevail
Then the elites are going straight to hell

Oops, I mean jail! (Same thing)

© Jade Anjoun/2021
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Posted: Nov 2021
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Unknown

The Pic

Don't judge the picture. lol
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Never ever never ever pag-una una aron di maggubot!
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optimisticme

sick

Im sick and tired ,, or tired and sick, dont know which, is this the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?
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Posted: Oct 2021
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wayne34

Magma

Silent whispers of gas
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep
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Posted: Oct 2021
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Unknown

In lofty dreams

In lofty dreams I prayed to meet an angel from a glade

When she oftened appeared I couldn't recognize her beyond her supple veneer

I always believed she was unattainable unavailable and still to this day its true
Yet she always seems to reveal herself with something new

Many flowers of the field dance to their rhythm as their hearts seem to belong to another song

The message they sing is always the same ring
They say rise up old fool
there is still time to build if you just pick up the tools

My beloved angel in whom I know all too well she tells me the same story I must enjoy paving my road to Hell

Yet she offers many options to change my course as she invites me to ride on her horse

Nothing can anyone do until the fool is willing to let go of the old and walk into the new

A fool dances to his folly watch him about to fall as he leaps to nowhere and he seems so jolly to his call

A queen of his dreams holds her cup of love but, the fool ponders the wine inside
as he knows he must drink of the knowledge she provides

While the knight within he must become, to take up his sword in honor of his lord
To fight his demons of his own accord
The moon shines the way to his dismay
As the star holds his hope

Come the dawn the sun reveals his light as his truth comes in sight

The Wiseman standing upon the mountain he holds the lamp lighting the way to the camp

A staff of power is given to hold in times of trouble
No longer can the fool live in a bubble

There will be time enough to count the coin to offer the ferryman

There is still much to do before the bell tower rings
Listen carefully to the angels sing

The priestess holds his essence in her hand
waiting to give the fool all he will ever need

First he must be bold to take his rightful place upon a king's throne to earn the respect of his queen and her home

Until the fool stops chasing empty dreams life will pass him by in endless streams

Come the day death shall take him and the reaper shall come for what is due nobody will be there to save him from his demise he grew.
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
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.
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lovecanberealonline today!

The Plagiarist (My USB)

The fake,
The hollow fake;
The Impostor.

The one-dimensional one;-
Shallow as a wading pool.

The empty vessel.

The one, who puts on another's robes;
But who, underneath, is just a monkey.

The one who wishes,
To turn the freely given;
To a profit.

The one, with no discernible talent;
Will be exposed.

Beware, the anti-plagiarism software;
Beware, the originals, on my USB.

Beware, the original Time and Date Stamps;
Beware, the CS Copyright Warning.

Beware!



© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Oct 2019
About this poem:
For those who cut/copy/paste/print out another's original work, from this site; and claim it as their own.

Advice to other (original) CS poets: copy your work, to your own personal USB
(or similar) as soon as you post.

I have just looked at time of viewing stats for my work here; and seen that about 40 of my poems have been "viewed" in the space of ten minutes, which, to put it mildly, is pretty far-fetched. This leads me to suspect, that some mischief is at play here (I may be wrong).
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IvoryPetals

"Letter from a wolf"

Your depravity, the raging bull that didn’t spare the tip of its horns.
You’re a rose with too many blood thirsty thorns.
On your chess board, I’m just another sacrificial pawn.
You won’t miss me when I’m gone.
So pierce your daggers, carve your wounds deep.
Send me to an eternal sleep and your malice my soul will keep.
Stitch in me, the suffering of yours that no one sees.
Unleash your tempest upon me and I’ll bear the brunt of your turbulent seas.
For no other could ever love you like I will.
So my dear I’ll pay the bill, I’m yours to kill.
But....
Expect no sympathy from me.
This is how it's going to be...
I'll be the conductor leading the orchestra playing the symphony of your pain.
The master architect designing your demise.
With you, there will remain an irremovable stain.
You didn't heed the words "Don't raise demons that you can't bury" from the wise.
No apologies, I'm not sorry.
Serenaded will be me the "Oscar winning" villain in your tragic story.
There will be no remorse from me.
What is done, is done and thus shall it be.
So sleep well little sheep
Can't wait to hear your screaming bleat.

With all my love, yours eternally

Wolf….
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Posted: Jul 2021
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Yankee4youonline today!

Dreams Of You

The faces and the people out of place
The crowded streets just one big blur
The noisy backstreet bar and laughter
Barely drowned out by the falling rain
My empty night spills onto the ground
Pushed by a hunger so greatly felt
How often do I come just to search
Looking onto a sea of uncertainty
The rising and falling of the tide
The fragrant sweet warm smell
Of the darkened magnolia streets
The steam rising steadily from inside me
Like ghosts coming out of gutters
Under the glowing embers of
So many street lights growing
Strings of little flickering pearls
Leading me past….. my past
And towards a future without one
Only what I keep hidden away
Forever these dreams of you
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
Loneliness is often just like dreaming for someone missing from your heart
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