Anagram Poems (16)

Awaken, dear soul, from your slumber deep,
Unveil your potential, let it no longer sleep.
Seek within the strength that you possess,
Embrace self-improvement, and let it manifest.

Ripple of water cascades
follows the river bank
ebbs and flows the jagged rocks
cascades down burrows

From simple flows the stream
widens and flows
sounds of water cascades
Down waterfalls power and surge

sound fill ones hears
to the waging roar
water cascades
descends to the cool waters below
sound silent water flows
fish pool and swim below

The river descends it onward flow to open sea

She flew her glider off the Blorenge*
For she had a bird-like skill;-
And the flimsy craft was orange;-
('Twas launched from that mighty hill).

It took a long walk to arrange;-
This courageous act of will;-
To first mount this rill (or range);-
(The braveness does impress me still).

Her name was Angela (or 'Ange');-
She lived down by the old stone mill;-
Her surname could be "Gorringe"?**
Yes, I think that fits the bill!


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I listen to the loneliness of those that reside here, to hell with the world and all its fear, dont spend your time in contemplation, of what it could have been, you are all it was and all you could have been, tomorrow is not the beginning or all that you could have seen,, if it ends right here,, if it ends today, its what come what may, its not what you did and its not what you say! Over and out? or not?

We invent a million excuses for not attempting the things we have always wished to do, finding new reasons to put off new experiences. We all have an instrument we want to play, language we want to speak, skill we want to develop or improve. For some reason, we don’t-speak wait and think we’re too late to the game too old, too busy. Take this book, opportunity, to be the push off
the starting block you needed. Begin-today. Whatever the thing is that you’ve convicted yourself you’re incapable of starting, start.all of us out here, are waiting to read this book you haven’t started,
Listen to the song you were supposed to write, hear you laugugae
You’ll need to go to all place you were born to vist. This simply an extension of the challenge we just presented you this is push to starting the thing you’ve been waiting to start, the big thin, the lingering wish in back of your mind. So please, we urge you,try.

Just a note
to say hello,
waiting on a bowl of gumbo.
Seems you are a no-show,
Probably sneaking off again with the maestro

Long ago
known for her solos
but before she wore out her welcome on cello,
she tried to play jazz off a banjo
in the wine cellar was locked away her self-absorbed piano.

Summoned inspiration for a tune from an episode
from The Twilight Zone
which starred a fallen saint who lost her halo
When It rolled from her dome
while dipping her bent toes
into the dark cosmos
but pissed off a red demonic hippo
pouncing on a giant translucent minnow
So the story goes
she paid thru the nose.
The falling halo
was oddly enough snatched up by a swooping sparrow,
but dropped like a dirty ho
on seeing a dancing scarecrow
doing the tango
with a Hispanic gringo.
but crows are no dodos
Each of them has a mind of their own.
mostly Crows are at home
on sun baked roads,
like Idaho's
US 95 thru Moscow,
grilling up some squirming h*rny toads.
The halo tumbled for years through God only knows
til it finally landed on the Antiques Roadshow
in Chicago
following a dubious Van Gogh
spotted missing yet another ear lobe?!

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I am beyond meaning but to punctuate that you may as well be talking to my cat

Always trouble ahead,
So much trouble behind,
If I can't discover,
A way to hover,
Over this darkened cover,
I think I'll lose my mind,

In my home there's a room,
Shut in like a tomb,
And so disguise the lies,
Muffle my anguished cries,
That are so Horribly Unkind,

The glittering sparkles on a distant shore,
A ship set adrift forevermore,
Draws me falsely to delusionary hope,
I will no, not ever,
Find a way to cope,

Disguising the lying,
Muffle anguished crying,
Listen to my mournful sighing,

Sparkling glitter,
On a distant shore,
I am dying,
I have lost my
mind,
So Horribly,
Unkind

In the Labyrinth of Life,
One meets alot of queer folk,
Some will be straight,
Others will joke,

In their extreme,
They are called a Jokester,
Dressed in hot pink,
Stuck on life's lightning fast steep,
Roller Coaster

I am wondering where is true love..
Once I lost love.. And it was painful..
I was thinking of that..was it true love
Might be not
If you love somebody seriously, you need to be patient sometime
That is also from love.
And you can try to make good relationship with that
Love is patient from kindness
Kindness is from love
Understanding also from love
Being helpful also from love
And forgiveness
It is not easy to find these..
We need to be seeker if you want
But if you deserve to get true love,
God will give us
Trust it
Pray for it
For our true happiness
And polish your heart
Our happiness is from only true love
But I still do not know where is my true love
I’ll pray quietly..