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YOUR QUEST
gold hidden 'neath the rugged earth
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parched and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and as the world lay witness
and yet mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight
your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't
the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give to those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?
perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
on this quest..
buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parched and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and as the world lay witness
and yet mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight
your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't
the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give to those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?
perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
on this quest..
buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
when life beats us with socio economic inequities and cruelty and sadness cripple our very soul...we just can't seem to have the courage to wade more but yet keeps the flicker of hope alive...
Time
It's time to laugh and not to cry .it's time to live .and not to die. It's time to think of the world we live in .it's time to give and not to take. It's time to love and be loved. It's time to stop to stop the killing and start giving. It's time to .please add anything you ?? thanks.m .Dillon..
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Posted: Jul 2022
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online today!For the love of Goats
A goat or two is good for you;
They're better than Ayn Rand;
The Lord (you say) made all these goats;-
When he made the sand.
Well, your beliefs, are your beliefs;
And my beliefs are mine;
All I say, is love these goats;-
Until the end of time.
Whether one believes or not;
(It is a tricky thing);
Though, if one loves a goat enough;-
Your heart will truly sing!
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
They're better than Ayn Rand;
The Lord (you say) made all these goats;-
When he made the sand.
Well, your beliefs, are your beliefs;
And my beliefs are mine;
All I say, is love these goats;-
Until the end of time.
Whether one believes or not;
(It is a tricky thing);
Though, if one loves a goat enough;-
Your heart will truly sing!
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
Goats!
FOLLOW
FOLLOW YOUR HEART, IN TIME THE REST OF YOU WILL FOLLOW.
TAKE MY HAND IF I'M YOUR PERSON.
WALK WITH ME, THRU THIS THING CALLED LIFE.
IF YOU EVER HAVE DOUBT, I WILL EASE YOUR MIND.
IF YOU EVER GET SCARED, I WILL HOLD YOU TIGHT.
IF YOU EVER CRY, MY HANDS WILL DRY YOUR EYES.
IF YOU STUMBLE, I WILL CATCH YOUR FALL.
AS FOR ME I FOLLOWED MY HEART AND IT LEAD ME TO YOU...
TAKE MY HAND IF I'M YOUR PERSON.
WALK WITH ME, THRU THIS THING CALLED LIFE.
IF YOU EVER HAVE DOUBT, I WILL EASE YOUR MIND.
IF YOU EVER GET SCARED, I WILL HOLD YOU TIGHT.
IF YOU EVER CRY, MY HANDS WILL DRY YOUR EYES.
IF YOU STUMBLE, I WILL CATCH YOUR FALL.
AS FOR ME I FOLLOWED MY HEART AND IT LEAD ME TO YOU...
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
FINDING MY PERSON.....WHAT'S A KISS
I HEARD THERE'S 5 WAYS TO DEFINE A KISS. 1. TEASING 2. WANT 3. DESIRE 4. FEELS GOOD 5. LOVE
A KISS IS A KISS, BUT ATTACHED IS ONE OF THE DEFINES. IF YOU KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT. THEN IT'S LOVE.
A KISS IS A KISS, BUT ATTACHED IS ONE OF THE DEFINES. IF YOU KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT. THEN IT'S LOVE.
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
LOVE IN THE TRUEST FORM. WHEN ALL YOU THINK OF THE MOMENT YOU HAD KISS THE ONE...Dance! Dance Dance!
1. Dua Lipa I use to like your dance
but the Hindi Men had stolen my heart,
I fell in love with their dance.
2. I've seen many different kinds of dance styles
from different nations of men all over the world
but this dance had stolen the hearts of all
the British Women.
3. In all my life I had never seen women so happy
and joyful in the dance their being shown,
and later on in the movie his friend
teaches the women their dance style.
4. At one clip in the movie the British Women
go out of their way rejecting their own nations
of men's dance style.
The British Men try to kick the Hindi Men
out and their women got mad and had kicked
their own men backwards,
just so these women could view
and take part in that brings happiness and joy
to a woman's dance heart.
5. One of the few vital things that women love in life
before they go their grave is dance,
I could see these women fell in love with their dance style.
Women after leaving the dance floor
they should leave more happy and joyful
Then before they had first started to dance.
and that's what had happened.
6. Even in dance these Hindi Men know how
to bring joy and happiness to a woman's dance.
I had never had seen so many women so joyful
and happy in all my life especially in one of their favorite fields,
"DANCE."
I to love their dance.
These Hindi Men had stolen my heart in the dance field.
7. The name of the movie if you want to buy it:
RRR Hindi 2022
but the Hindi Men had stolen my heart,
I fell in love with their dance.
2. I've seen many different kinds of dance styles
from different nations of men all over the world
but this dance had stolen the hearts of all
the British Women.
3. In all my life I had never seen women so happy
and joyful in the dance their being shown,
and later on in the movie his friend
teaches the women their dance style.
4. At one clip in the movie the British Women
go out of their way rejecting their own nations
of men's dance style.
The British Men try to kick the Hindi Men
out and their women got mad and had kicked
their own men backwards,
just so these women could view
and take part in that brings happiness and joy
to a woman's dance heart.
5. One of the few vital things that women love in life
before they go their grave is dance,
I could see these women fell in love with their dance style.
Women after leaving the dance floor
they should leave more happy and joyful
Then before they had first started to dance.
and that's what had happened.
6. Even in dance these Hindi Men know how
to bring joy and happiness to a woman's dance.
I had never had seen so many women so joyful
and happy in all my life especially in one of their favorite fields,
"DANCE."
I to love their dance.
These Hindi Men had stolen my heart in the dance field.
7. The name of the movie if you want to buy it:
RRR Hindi 2022
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
1. I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID TO DUA LIPA,"IF YOU GO HIM TORTURE HIM!"
TRUTH IS: HER OWN MOM & DAD
WOULDN'T SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HER,
YOU MALE DEVIL'S!
2. ONE OF THESE DAYS IN SOME OTHER YEAR
IF YOU TRY THIS AGAIN IT WILL BACK FIRE ON YOU.
THE MAN WILL BE AN IMPORTANT POLITICAL FIGURE
IN HIS GOVERNMENT.
WHEN HE FINDS OUT WHAT YOU HAD FORCED ON HER WHAT TO DO,
HE WILL TELL HIS FOREIGN-GOVERNMENT WHAT YOU SAID
HAVING THE GALL TO MESS WITH WHO SHE CHOSE TO DATE.
IT MIGHT CAUSE A WAR AFTER THEY HEAR ABOUT YOUR DIRTY SECRET.
WHEN THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES FINDS OUT
WHO WAS THE ROOT CAUSE, HE MIGHT HAVE YOU MEN TOSSED AWAY
FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIVES.
3. HER OWN MOM AND DAD WON'T MESS WITH WHO SHE WANTS TO DATE,
BUT YOU MALE DEVIL'S LOVE TO TAKE WRONG ADVANTAGE OF MOM AND DAD'S GROWN-UP KIDS,
AS SOON AS THEY GET OUT OF REACH OF MOM AND DAD,
YOU COWARDS!
WHY DON'T YOU GO TO HER MOM AND DAD
AND TELL THEM TO THEIR FACE WHAT YOU HAD FORCED HER TO DO,
YOU COWARDS!
Just Words
Forget what you have heard
On subject, predicate,
That these are merely words,
No detriment, nor benefit.
Not “sticks and stones “ these words,
Are so much more than just,
Nouns, adjectives and verbs,
Said in earnest or in jest.
They make a statement cogent,
Words have value and weight,
And in pressing moments,
Are a prison or escape.
We cry and we laugh,
At life and paragraphs,
In books that we have read,
And what has oft been said.
For worse or for better,
We submit to the letter,
Whether in law or in scripture,
Of events the predictor.
And we must be stricter,
Make words an elixir,
As if bought from a vendor,
We must always remember,
Silver-tongued men days past,
Set other mens hearts ablaze,
T’wards the good or evil task,
T’wards comfort or malaise.
So before you speak and,
Before pen and paper,
And before you click send,
Be certain don’t waver.
Let wisdom first abound,
But hold all men to account,
Let every phrase inspire,
Lift lowly heads up higher.
Here there is more power,
With every syllable,
For test and proving hour,
And days most difficult.
WBJS 7/10/22
On subject, predicate,
That these are merely words,
No detriment, nor benefit.
Not “sticks and stones “ these words,
Are so much more than just,
Nouns, adjectives and verbs,
Said in earnest or in jest.
They make a statement cogent,
Words have value and weight,
And in pressing moments,
Are a prison or escape.
We cry and we laugh,
At life and paragraphs,
In books that we have read,
And what has oft been said.
For worse or for better,
We submit to the letter,
Whether in law or in scripture,
Of events the predictor.
And we must be stricter,
Make words an elixir,
As if bought from a vendor,
We must always remember,
Silver-tongued men days past,
Set other mens hearts ablaze,
T’wards the good or evil task,
T’wards comfort or malaise.
So before you speak and,
Before pen and paper,
And before you click send,
Be certain don’t waver.
Let wisdom first abound,
But hold all men to account,
Let every phrase inspire,
Lift lowly heads up higher.
Here there is more power,
With every syllable,
For test and proving hour,
And days most difficult.
WBJS 7/10/22
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
Truth matters. Words matter. We cannot settle for the toxic discourse of the day. One reality, one truth and respect for others even those who disagree.
The Performance of a Lifetime
The performance started when the conductor raises his baton with a swish
Providing the orchestra with direction, and the audience awaits with bated breath
Listening to the unique sounds of this masterpiece being reborn, born again
With avid fascination, as the strings create an appealing sound that takes you
On a journey through the masses of musical creation
Its a journey where the notes glide into a hauntingly beautiful respective melody
That casts a spell on your imagination and listening ear to keep up with such
A compellingly consistent pulsing beat, much like the rhythmic throb of your heart
Navigating the waters of consciousness in this magical union of musical voices
Known to man and its in this moment, you are reunited with the power of harmony
Resonating with the dissonance of passionate inspiration that breaths a new
Life into your listening ear, you are educated in the throes of classical music
Knowing yourself that you are enjoying this moment of truth and are spellbound
By the notes of this symphony
Though deep down in your heart, you know that all journeys come to a reluctant end, even though the possibilities are endless, and which pave the path forwards
Into a new beginning so that the magic can happen in another futuristic moment in time, captured by one man and his orchestra.
Providing the orchestra with direction, and the audience awaits with bated breath
Listening to the unique sounds of this masterpiece being reborn, born again
With avid fascination, as the strings create an appealing sound that takes you
On a journey through the masses of musical creation
Its a journey where the notes glide into a hauntingly beautiful respective melody
That casts a spell on your imagination and listening ear to keep up with such
A compellingly consistent pulsing beat, much like the rhythmic throb of your heart
Navigating the waters of consciousness in this magical union of musical voices
Known to man and its in this moment, you are reunited with the power of harmony
Resonating with the dissonance of passionate inspiration that breaths a new
Life into your listening ear, you are educated in the throes of classical music
Knowing yourself that you are enjoying this moment of truth and are spellbound
By the notes of this symphony
Though deep down in your heart, you know that all journeys come to a reluctant end, even though the possibilities are endless, and which pave the path forwards
Into a new beginning so that the magic can happen in another futuristic moment in time, captured by one man and his orchestra.
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
This poem is comprised from listening to Karl Jenkins masterpieces of Adiemus and Palladium, just introspection coined at the time of a musical journey.
Simple
What I have learned about life is its simplicity,
To know its origin is lost in complicity,
Its simply way that cant be told,
Too many conditioned, stay in the fold,
If you really knew you then you could be,
FREE.
To know its origin is lost in complicity,
Its simply way that cant be told,
Too many conditioned, stay in the fold,
If you really knew you then you could be,
FREE.
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Posted: Jul 2022
Post CommentFor those that know
An explosion of imagination created by one, to begin
At the end, twas only fun,
To know is the end, finally over and done,
Played all the parts mother, father and son,
And knowing means going , to start it again,
Repeat, repent, rejoin and regrow,
Start searching again for what we all know.
At the end, twas only fun,
To know is the end, finally over and done,
Played all the parts mother, father and son,
And knowing means going , to start it again,
Repeat, repent, rejoin and regrow,
Start searching again for what we all know.
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Posted: Jul 2022
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