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M.E.T.U.S. S.I.N.G.U.L.I.
M.EET WHAT YOU HAVE MADE
E.NOUGH TO LET GO?
T.IME WHISPERED YOUR TRUE NAME
U.NHEARED BY ANYONE.
S.TONES ONCE LAID WITH YOUR FIRE
S.TILL SLOW, WON’T WARM AGAIN.
I.NCENSIVE TRACE PASSED ON TO YOU
N.EVER MORE, FOR NON AGAIN, WILL FUME A FAMILLIAR TRAIL.
G.ONE ALL THIS WAY LOOKING AWAY, AND BACK FROM WHERE YOU’RE GOING
U.BIQUITOUSLY NOW – DESIDERATE!
L.EFT VOID WHEN PAID BACK, WHAT YOU’VE BORROWED
I.N AN EMPTY HEAVEN MADE ONLY FOR THOSE WHO LEAVE THE LIFE FOR TOMORROW
E.NOUGH TO LET GO?
T.IME WHISPERED YOUR TRUE NAME
U.NHEARED BY ANYONE.
S.TONES ONCE LAID WITH YOUR FIRE
S.TILL SLOW, WON’T WARM AGAIN.
I.NCENSIVE TRACE PASSED ON TO YOU
N.EVER MORE, FOR NON AGAIN, WILL FUME A FAMILLIAR TRAIL.
G.ONE ALL THIS WAY LOOKING AWAY, AND BACK FROM WHERE YOU’RE GOING
U.BIQUITOUSLY NOW – DESIDERATE!
L.EFT VOID WHEN PAID BACK, WHAT YOU’VE BORROWED
I.N AN EMPTY HEAVEN MADE ONLY FOR THOSE WHO LEAVE THE LIFE FOR TOMORROW
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
though of what i'm afraid of the most. the only thing that makes me terrified is, that I won't leave anything behind me, and I will be forgoten. That I often run so fast, one time I will not stop. That every minute I lived will have no meaning at all. That when I die, I will not have done anything worth holdin on to, and the heaven I build for myself will be void with nothing to remember, and nothing to look forward to, and it will be only me and everlasting run, just as I'm running through my life now, without a point.True Gods
Who are the gods?
Existing in a world of their creation
A mass of unbelievable power
Ready, waiting, watching
Enjoying the view while it lasts
Tales of their incredible feats
Heard across the land
Entice others to reach their limits
They shape the world
Relishing its beauty
Ultimate seekers of life
Eventually receivers of death
Guardians of this world
Only ever seen in reflections
Destiny is in our hands
Surly we are the real gods.
Existing in a world of their creation
A mass of unbelievable power
Ready, waiting, watching
Enjoying the view while it lasts
Tales of their incredible feats
Heard across the land
Entice others to reach their limits
They shape the world
Relishing its beauty
Ultimate seekers of life
Eventually receivers of death
Guardians of this world
Only ever seen in reflections
Destiny is in our hands
Surly we are the real gods.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Just my opinions on the real gods of the world, us.The Quill as the Sword
Time is relentless with passage as to its own beat
'hither to and from; the past, present and future feet,
exacting its own toll
from your soul,
heart and mind.
Quiet, in
its approach
through ink,
it then dries.
Understanding that a battle of words and wits;
intellect sharpened to a fine point that sits
level with the gaze of another’s eyes--
loving the skirmish of words in knots; ties.
Assaulting the senses with complete accuracy~
satiating it's appetite with electricity!
Thorough enough to cut through the quick of the matter,
hindering opponents with the sheer force to scatter--
exact thought; well practiced in subtlety of the art.
Sadistic cutting sarcasm; hits below the belt,
Winning when the sword, has usually failed.
Optimistic in the next exchange for the taking,
realizes victory through the knowledge and ‘will’ a-shaking--
detriment that draws no blood; exalts
in war without a saber drawn.
'hither to and from; the past, present and future feet,
exacting its own toll
from your soul,
heart and mind.
Quiet, in
its approach
through ink,
it then dries.
Understanding that a battle of words and wits;
intellect sharpened to a fine point that sits
level with the gaze of another’s eyes--
loving the skirmish of words in knots; ties.
Assaulting the senses with complete accuracy~
satiating it's appetite with electricity!
Thorough enough to cut through the quick of the matter,
hindering opponents with the sheer force to scatter--
exact thought; well practiced in subtlety of the art.
Sadistic cutting sarcasm; hits below the belt,
Winning when the sword, has usually failed.
Optimistic in the next exchange for the taking,
realizes victory through the knowledge and ‘will’ a-shaking--
detriment that draws no blood; exalts
in war without a saber drawn.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
An acrosticABC POEM CLOUDS
A BOVE THE CLOUDS SAIL BY
B ELOW I SIT AND WATCH THEM FLY
C LOUDS OF COTTON PUFFED WHITE AND GREY
D RIFTING IN A SCENE SO HIGH
E FFORTLESS THEY GO
F AST OR SLOW
G REY THE DAY WITH NO SUN
H OLDING RAIN YET NOT BEGUN
B ELOW I SIT AND WATCH THEM FLY
C LOUDS OF COTTON PUFFED WHITE AND GREY
D RIFTING IN A SCENE SO HIGH
E FFORTLESS THEY GO
F AST OR SLOW
G REY THE DAY WITH NO SUN
H OLDING RAIN YET NOT BEGUN
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Posted: Sep 2010
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Why me?
I was tried before, without a just cause. Slandered to the core, they broke all laws. Justice naturally being denied, i seen as a nerd. Summarily i was tried, i was never heard. My character being defamed, with strange accusations. Misuse of my name, with libellous defamations. This not so unusual, good people know it. your name in scandal, gossip being the culprit. But i no longer, take it to heart. My mind is stronger, now expecting these darts. Hatred anger and jealousy, govern the wicked's heart. Good people their enemy, we all play our parts.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
i have often being the victim of slander and gossip. and boy it does hurts. but i learning to hold my head high and walk-on by it!1st effort
P iercing through our souls
O ffering the glory of the day
E njouying each moment that is given unto
T rying our very earth humane best
R eliving in the reflection of your eyes
Y oung at heart and spirit
O ffering the glory of the day
E njouying each moment that is given unto
T rying our very earth humane best
R eliving in the reflection of your eyes
Y oung at heart and spirit
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
this poem is what comes to me=it is a reflection of me and my view of the world and hopefully u are part of that -thanks :)-Acrostic GOLF
G reatest game to play
O pen to everyone
L ove of my life
F rom St. Andrews
O pen to everyone
L ove of my life
F rom St. Andrews
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Posted: Dec 2010
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"With You" (A Double Acrostic)
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
What I am going to do noW
Is to buy Pizza and PepsI
Together with a big hot tarT
Homemade mustard tuna sandwicH
Yoghurt topped with red cherrY
Once everything’s set I’ll gO
Undoubtedly, I’ll eat them all with yoU!
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
What I am going to do noW
Is to buy Pizza and PepsI
Together with a big hot tarT
Homemade mustard tuna sandwicH
Yoghurt topped with red cherrY
Once everything’s set I’ll gO
Undoubtedly, I’ll eat them all with yoU!
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
A double acrostic poem is the same as an acrostic poem, except that the line ends with the same letter that it starts with.^___^ So, I just try! lol it's fun!
love, take me a way
love, you are all i need
love, you make me strong
love, you make me happy
love, you make me cry
love, take me a way
love, take me be with you
take me to your place
give me back all my happiness
i don't understand what love is?
but i need love!!
you give me happiness and sadness
and you let me fell in love to a bad man
love, let me fall in love once again
like a sun, i need a sun
like air in this world, i need you
without love, its like coffee without sugar
love, oh love...
love, you make me strong
love, you make me happy
love, you make me cry
love, take me a way
love, take me be with you
take me to your place
give me back all my happiness
i don't understand what love is?
but i need love!!
you give me happiness and sadness
and you let me fell in love to a bad man
love, let me fall in love once again
like a sun, i need a sun
like air in this world, i need you
without love, its like coffee without sugar
love, oh love...
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
i just need a love, a true lovean unconditionally love
In the Name of the Vicar
Vanguard in death and deception,
Innocent hearts heed to his illusion.
Cry Mama Africa, cry for your children.
Angels with dark countenances are raised against them.
Rise black man, awake from your slumber,
Inactivate the medium that is deceiving you.
Understand, no! over stand the number:
Six, six, six is the number of a man.
From the west they came, with bibles and guns,
Igniting a fire, a burning desire to be like them.
Lost in the labyrinths of prayer, summoning gnomes and goblins;
In persuasion we fly with angels and jinns,
Incarcerated in spins of sins.
Dark is our external shades, but our heart is as red as blood.
Ethiopian blood stained the suit of the woman we dearly loved.
Is the black child a sacrifice to god, their god?
Innocent hearts heed to his illusion.
Cry Mama Africa, cry for your children.
Angels with dark countenances are raised against them.
Rise black man, awake from your slumber,
Inactivate the medium that is deceiving you.
Understand, no! over stand the number:
Six, six, six is the number of a man.
From the west they came, with bibles and guns,
Igniting a fire, a burning desire to be like them.
Lost in the labyrinths of prayer, summoning gnomes and goblins;
In persuasion we fly with angels and jinns,
Incarcerated in spins of sins.
Dark is our external shades, but our heart is as red as blood.
Ethiopian blood stained the suit of the woman we dearly loved.
Is the black child a sacrifice to god, their god?
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Posted: Jun 2011
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