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Sa Sa Ra Nov 2012
Been a while sorry I am behind on reads,
overly buzzed busier reading these;

~Hearts Of All~~

I Try Might...
With much mightly...


In My Own
Sorting of
Trance!!!

Dancing In LOVE's
Joyly Fun Seeking
Thine Rightfully
Divined Kiss's
Thine Divine
All Willing
Alrighty
Got
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And
Out of
Ode Baseless
Fearful Trances
Hypnotic Spell's

Broken Freed
~Of IT ALL~
Abusively
Already
Leave's
If You
Let It
Be!!
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This is my remedy need too;

~~Solutions Want Need Of Their Remedies As Much,
As A True Remedy Wants Their Need Of Solutions.~~

More Right Better
Than needing selfishly sought wants any day,
Who How!!!

~One by for one by two of each others just for starters.~

~~Love seeks need always as need is calling of Love too truly!!!~~

Is this not then for each others better of the seeding,
growing than shoving else of each other's else's

~Thine Divine Bliss's off!!!~~

Uprooting and or smothering one way or any other!!

Overly too close to call home to or,
From when more too eerily at all!!!

Nice though so well thee,

WRITE OF ALL!!!

Very Touching Real Deep!!
So well you All Do Speak!!

Now too I am remembering as much as Eye
Try ever to believe how ever tender forgiving,
And understanding can be, be endlessly!!!!!

It's offensive defensive covering,
Of self hate to hard to conceive,


That can will to go on in such like ways,
Death walking till blood stops pumping,

~Does not sound like the plan,
   That We Inwardly Receive!!~~

Too many lies from to many partners,
In preference-ing of ganging together,

In our latest smash successes so oft,
Momentary and addictive pleasures.

So shallow freaky speaky creepy as,
Much is dead just above ground!!!


Oooh ouch!!!
Please!!!

  ~SELF,    
       OTHER~~

  ~FORGIVENESS
      BREATHE ~~
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  <3<3<3
   #&#
   :):)
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   Ty ALL,
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   O
   V
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      ~Sa Sa~
      ~Ra~
       :):)
        :)
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Older set so I thought,
I'd bring these here Top with Pop!!

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/in-lakech-ala-kin/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/hate-spectrums-hallowed-cacophony/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/black-rainbows-crow/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/dearly-departed-1/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/columbuss-crossing/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/roaming-still-1/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/wizard-of-kaza/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/wwjs-dew-appear-as/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/puff-crispys/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/unbittered-*****/


More recent Top Pop's and Overly Sweet Treats!!!

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/come-home-all-returning/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/heavenly-spirit-unite-within-our-earthly-existence/

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/ur-trending-babe/  ***still in making,
Daughter's birth story, by poem here not yet born!!!
Pssst...have two son's and have pretty well drafted first born son's story as well...

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/forgive-me-all/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/friend-of-heaven/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/this-eye-timothy/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/faith-from-whence-they-came/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/here-we-are-eight-days-a-week/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/you-are-the-judge-like-believe-know-or-not/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/just-love-one-another-as/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/idk-if-you-read-much-my-poems-but/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/holy-basil/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/who-me-my-permissions/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/i-seek-when-i-wake-from-sleep-of-night/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/his-hers-is-trees-breathe/

Short Tweet Tweets!!!

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/joy-18/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/heart-time/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/yours-and-mine/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/knock-knock-bliss/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/brooding-in-play/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/peekaboos-we-are-the-sunny-who-hoots/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/here-a-home-there-a-home-everywhere-a-home-home/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/prince-or-princess-son-or-daughter-kings-and-queens-too-be-1/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-middle-riddle-in-medias-res/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/solomon-is-here/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/garlic-really-or/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/one-minus-nine/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/denial-forsaken/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/i-am-you-are/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/ha-om/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/tasty-1/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-last-dog/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/onebuddy/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/oh-but-hell/
Hey over there you gods of the earth and other planets
Your creature like I, a human mold suffices knowledge not,
As you mightly rove all over the sphere and share domains amongtst thyself
To reign over the whitenes, Jewry, negritude, sinotude plus  yakeetude of mankind,
Enjoying  your ethereally eyeview onto the earth at your creations,
Permit me to shoot up  a guestion to you over there in your deitly realm
Be you  jehova of the jews or amadioha of the igbos,god of the english or anything dogmatic,
What happened to your clay mud and tools pertinent in trade of human ****** creation,
So that you of late on umpteenth scale  have created men who are women
And beautiful women who are aggressive mefolk and then ubuguitous earthwise ?
What has gone heywire with your human architecture ,when *** organs and feelings
Are center stage beckoning for their traditional orientation ?
Is homoeroticality your new creation technology  ?
Or it is man recreating himself ?
Don’t you have enough clay ?
If material matters do you honourable deities
Come to Africa , chief Mugabe bob will guide you to copper-belts
Of chimurenga fields were clay is beyond any control,
In such quests you will go back to goldenly old
Human ****** creation topography
That will glorify your deitiness
In the old manner of hetereoeroticality.
If only we could read minds,
what we might find might not mightly suprise us.
Nuture made it so,
that our appearances might suggest our certainty on which way to go.


One sense
suggests we belong there.


One stare,
suggests admiration
or irritation.
Its all in our heads.


One sentence made,
even when we dont really mean it.
Its all in our heads.


Goals become unclearer
and more in number
as the seconds make us older.
Its all in our hands.


They say Fate can not be changed.
Truth is,
people say alot of things so that the things they are used to might not be changed.
Its all in our hands.


Life is not a slow walk.
The unfortunates might happen,
so long we can lift a leg,
the trophy is ours.


Everything we see,
both in the physical and spiritual realm
was created with the mind,
the Oven of the Future.


The future is there,
we are here,
our minds up here.
We are getting there.
Reina J Morris Jun 2013
ALL HE DID WAS LEAVE ME ALONE.
THE FIRST YEAR WAS WONDERFUL
DON’T GET ME WRONG,
BUT AFTER THAT ALL THE LOVE
AND SWEET NOTHINGS WHISPERED
IN MY EAR BEGAN TO FADE AND DISAPPEAR.

ALL I KNEW WAS HOW TO LOVE A BAD MAN.
HE NEVER BEAT ME, BUT MY HEART WAS BROKEN
THE MANY TIMES HE WOULD CHEAT ON ME;
ALL HIS LIES AND DECIET THAT WAS ALL I KNEW
AND IT BLINDED ME TO A LOVE SO UNTRUE.

IT TOOK SOME TIME TO BREAK THIS SPELL
HE SPELLED ON ME, FOR ALL WHO TRIED
THEY FAILED MIGHTLY.  
I FELT SUPERIOR ABOVE ALL ELSE—YET
LITTLE DID I KNOW—HE LOVED SOMEONE ELSE.

AND WHEN THAT LOVE DID NOT SATED HIM,
BACK HE CAME AND I, UNABANDONLY CEDED HIM.
FOR YET I STILL LOVED A BAD MAN; HE KNEW WITH ME
HE CONTINUED TO PLAY HIS HAND…

BUT ALL HE DID WAS LEAVE ME ALONE
UNTIL ONE DAY IT FINALLY DAWNED ON ME
WHAT I WAS TOO BLIND TO SEE.
LOVE REALLY WAS MY ENEMY—HE CHEATED ME
ONCE MORE, THE MAN I THOUGHT I ADORED.

IT TOOK SOME TIME FOR MY HEART TO HEAL
FOR IT WAS DAMAGED BEYOND ITS ORDEAL.
YET HE NEVER FAILED TO TRY, WHILE HE UNDERSTOOD
I WILL NOT YIELD, MY HEART HOLLOW AS WOOD.

ALL HE DID WAS STAYED BY ME; I WAS NOT ALONE.
HE KNEW I BRUSHED HIM AWAY; I’VE FORSAKEN LOVE—
YET HE CONTINUED WITHOUT NO SWAY—
ONE YEAR, TWO YEARS, THREE UNTIL FIVE,
I’M STILL ALIVE!  

I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS TO THANK THIS MAN ENOUGH
FOR IT WAS A MAN THAT SHOWED ME LOVE—
HE BANISHED WITH HIS MIGHT ALL THAT WAS UNTRUE
AND MADE ME BELIEVE THAT LOVE IS TRUE.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
FOR THOSE OF YOU STILL IN BAD RELATIONSHIPS... THIS ONE'S FOR YOU... IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO SEE IT BUT IF I COULD SO CAN YOU... CHIN UP LOVE..
I long for the day when I can finally be with you
To embrace you for the first time
It seems I have been waiting an eternity to find that True Love
I pray thatday will be soon
That I no longer have to wait
To feel you close and near
Knowing you are forever faithful
The day that I met you I knew you were the one
But too afraid to tell you
Wandering around looking for love in all the wrong places.
But the Mightly Lord led me in the right direction
Into your loving arms I go like a shepard to its sheep
Knowing I am forever loved and cared for
So I wait till the day we can finally be together.
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2017
i have no name for this observation,
but it's there,
unique, like a prized marble bust
of some famous woodpecker...
pani (ms.), pan (mr.),
           pani (ms., is that yours?)
    panie (a number of mademoiselles),
pań (those umbrellas belong
to the mademoiselles) -
             but then there's also
this bilingual Ypres -
          trenches, miles and miles of
trenches...
              seemingly going nowhere...
a case of never being able to write
an onomatopoeia for touching
an atom... but there is:
Hiroshima... a history of a place,
like Chernobyl... and from the simple
bronze age artifact, poetically speaking,
into Heidegger's concept of dasein,
from a simple: knock knock...
into a unfathomable implosion
and never a knock knock...
but what's opposite of when we once met:
at the tower of babylon...
then from fear: we meet again
at Dubai, at the Shard, at Hanoi...
                    at Petronas...
a full circle... all a fake:
for we have congregated once again,
but not by architectural madness
to scale beyond Everest...
   within a grain of sand:
       at the abstract gain of sand:
at the atom... and from fear:
we reignited that ancient vanity...
to tobble trees with toothpicks...
as we have: tried: having toppled
mountains with buildings...
but still the new crux of our congregation,
the atom...
                    a new biblical
séance - these new endeavours are
not new, they are cloaks to hide the true
point of our congregation,
our new found "togetherness",
which is circumstanced as the evolved
version of Heidegger's "thereness"
(dasein).... and yes: apologies for
the ref., as such: either cite someone
and continue toward the artery,
or convene for Hamlet to gamble
over vine or vein...
                                     then toward
something beyond belittling:

mały (small)
      and subsequently: the worded
microscope, a process of endearing
something small, into something doubly
small, and perhaps even of chubby-cheek
physiogomy:

    malutki
                       maciupki
   maluteńki                    
                                  maleczki
                              (so where is the harshness
of synonyms? where is the stomping
        thesaurus rex now?),
                   maluszki (a kindergarten throng),
        the technical word is:
zdrobnienie -
      and if translated into English,
probably reveals more affection
toward the language than all the scientific
juggling away from atoms and into
sub-atomic                   quasi-atoms...
      has English really become
an anaesthetic? a desensitized medium
where the only nutrient is to tell a flimsy
joke as a role for invoking a comforting
suggestion? at least the Germans don't
feel awckward when telling a bad joke...
     the English feel ackward when telling
a good one!
                          nonetheless:
degrees... how small can a word become...
                 and by becoming even smaller
it becomes endearing,
          like a sparrow...
                          man could train
a hawk to sit on its arm and hunt...
but could man ever train a sparrow to sit:
in the palm of his hand?
           well: what a word, and a word
among so many: drobnica:
                              a tu Emeryk -
po roku, co rok, ziarnkiem maku drepta,
a raczej czolga: gniecie kolanem prawej
raz w roku, gniecie kolanem lewej
po raz drugi kolejnego rokue -
       asz po szczyt - jego małej: apokalipsy.

and 3 weeks among the natives will
do that for you...
             the tongue will tangle itself into
skorpion insomniac -
                          if only to rekindle
the labrador naiveness -
                               or from Golgotha
  without its eternal flame, to no other
Olympics...
               and who would have thought:
that there was no corner-stone
that would have been rejected from
the architecture...
        could anyone have predicted,
that two pieces of wood, nailed together
into an ornament of torture,
would shower-down upon this earth
the church, the cathedral, the altar and
the sanctified mastrubation of marble into
the cheek-bones of the ****** mary,
by some Italian drunkard, working on
the papist commision? mightly...
   one horseman be missing....
three horsemen, and one grand joke
riding a donkey...
                death yawns... and subsequently
eats up satan's laugh....
                                   from a crucifix:
st. peter's cathedral!
                   meanwhile in Japan...
origami.
My Heart is crying for the Hurting , for those without Hope.
My Heart, aches with each of those who are Hurting now.
I am so Heart-Broken for each and everyone of you too.
I too have Heartaches, some by my doings here on the earth.
While other times , I have been rejected for no reason known.
Still I know that Christ shall use my Pain to help others out.
Whom are going through the same things that I have went through.
Still Christ is going to use them mightly for His Glory too.
For Christ wants to use each of Us in a huge way here on the earth.
Being friends with many-sinning mightly-worst being

Envy or perhaps greed

I find myself

Needing to

Gain control-but I

Have none-and so I have been and remain

Unsuccessful in

My many valiant and brave

Attempts-failures really-makes me feel small like

Nothing and no one;noinexistent,invisible,irrelevant
jeffrey conyers Sep 2018
God, must be sitting back and smiling.
Smiling that within time his world will seek to be better.
He aware of the storms to come before us.

From the president, the governors, the judges, the mayors, the lawyers.
And mainly mention in his scriptures.

Power is a corrupt tool, if not used for the purpose he selects to do his will.

The Devil must be sitting back smiling.
Just like the serpent of disguise in Genesis he manipulates.
It's us that react to the scheme.
And many times Satan doesn't have to do a thing.

We hardly blame him in harm.
We seem to state Jesus told me to do this.


And nowhere in scriptures did our mightly Lord ****.
Nowhere!

So God must be smiling at us.
Robert Gretczko Aug 2016
as a bough is mighty
  languished aloft
just prancing about
  so gullible and flighty

hers’, here taken in jest
prized and tendered
softly surmised
head facing north, breast west

sultry but forlorn
enigmatic sternly, stanch
arise mightly nymph
          heaven’s first born

allured and made red
  foaming in strife
murmuring, giggly tick tock
humming bird like, toe to head

I’ve given all but prize
hence forth rattled
pursued with delight
left flatly, left back in a sullen surmise

I think back I’ll go
for tenderness lingers
safely treading once more to alight
  minute by minute I remember and know
leona chaput Feb 2016
Here is my prayer to the
Glory of Jesus
Here are my hopes
Shared with Jesus
I thank Him for the
Mercy He is in me
The glory of power
The victory claimed
Restored, forgiven
Led in hope, never forsaken
Here is my prayer to Jesus
Praising His glory, the power
The joy that comes from Him
Sharing the joy that always
Fills me when I think of God
Here is my prayer to remember
The pain and the suffering
There is in this world'
The need we have to offer up
Heartfelt thoughts of blessings
To fill this world
Reaching to those who are
Constantly searching
Praying they are touched and
Met with the grace that comes
From Jesus
Praying for faith that comes
Mightly with the power of praying
Believing in Jesus and thanking Him
Every time I pray
For countless blessings and peace
Through the miracle of reaching
Up to the place where Jesus hears
Sinners and saints who come to pray
Seeking forgiveness and hope all
Through the wonder and power
Of prayer

                     BY:  Leona Chaput
K Brooks Jan 2016
beneath the heat
on the beat

loving
learning

hating
hurting

I'll meet with you
If you want to

quietly
mightly
Mustafa Maho Feb 2019
Listen to the story of a wise man's challenge
With his king who was afraid of any tiny change

In the realm of stupidity that its king had become old
Grew a young lad who had nothing but to be bold

People kept talking about him and his likely fate
To find his head one day the sharp blade's mate

To make a deep change the lad left his clan
A young boy dreaming of tomorrow with a smart plan

Well-learn'd boy 'bout the dislocated bones
Gained the name of a doctor among all the crowns

Life's nature awaiting the right time helped him
The way a shrub grows under the mellow sun's beam

One day when the king's daughter fell off a horse
World changed the king's happy life and lovely course

His days turned to night, nights to day
His food tasted tasteless as a pile of hay

Desperate king looked for the boy here and there
The pain of the dislocated pelvis was hard to bear

A week or so the boy was present before the king
To cure his daughter's dislocated pelvis caused by a horse fling

The boy had the right cure for the bones, but
Could be offered under one condition, no fight

The king accepted the condition whatever would be
To set his daughter from that killing pain free

The boy asked for the horse that had caused the pain
And stopped feeding it food for a month plain

No food, no water, the horse became too thin
Having no clue made the king so keen

Summoned the lad hastily again to his court
To explain the wisdom of his actions to his lord

The boy chose silence to words to explain
Asked him to sit and behold the right claim

Brought the king's daughter and set her right
On the thin horse's back and fixed her tight

Mightly tied her legs together under the horse
The moveless girl out of pain shouting froze

Kept feeding the horse plenty of water and food
Making it larger and fatter than it no more could

The bones arranged and the pelvis healed
The boy invited by the king, dearly mealed,

Asked for the favor that he had done to him
By any reward offered by a king would satisfy him

The lad asked for a land accord to skin horse
And the king gave it to him with no force

Cut the horse's skin narrow in a line
To occupy a large land with water fairly fine

Invited his young folks to be his mighty force
Raised, sheep, goats, camels, and a favorite horse

Enraged with the dull tyranny of old kings
Engaged with a bald campaign against many old beings

Erected a strong realm of love and freedom
That was governed by young flexible wisdom.
Yashashvi Oct 2020
if there's a language for pain
may be i can understand the depth of their scars
if there's a language for cry
i will to savvy the each tear rolling down the cheeks
if there's a language for feelings
may that be my dictionary
if there's a language for gratitude
will i be able to pay my parents with words
if there's a language for love
may i crave those words on heart
if there's a language for breathe
could perhaps i can understand the heaviness of sigh
if there's language for life
may i perceive the purpose of bloomed flower
if there's language for death
i mightly to believe afterlife waiting ahead
if there's language for soul
i wish to learn how immortal it is
if there's language for eternity
i would like to know the meaning of endless
if there's a language for divine
may i understand the actions of his almighty
Anton Angelino Feb 2020
Drifting in this unprecedented feeling
of dreamlike quality
My ocean in a bottle sweetness and fantasy fused into completeness
My philosophical creation vital and at peak

you warm me up like firelight

You have unaffected power potted flower of chaos bewildering
Greatness taken to the higher level
as if all that ever fascinated me has never taken place.
No one has ever spoken.
in such calm tone as you in my wilting hours in victorian beginnings
Tracking down the summer
through translucent covers to my deepest self enlightened

No sea will be flown in valediction
exceptionally beatific charming waves caused to move by change
Northern West
you flawlessly being flawless
chained spiritually arbitrarily and accepted
Capital of summertime bliss
firelight

Deflagrating mightly
madly from kilometers away apathy influenced by poetic manners
Taken to hyper speed and mindset of purity repeating in warm waves
No ocean world generated in polar areas
not even coldness of the night
Nothing fancy never took place

You warm me up
you’re my firelight
Poem #10 off “John Wayne”.

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