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Robert Ronnow May 2017
Out of emptiness comes this:
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes
Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end

Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that
      purpose
Except it was a secret purpose
The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation,
      purpose, weight or shape

People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when
      purpose motivates them
God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose?
His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our
      bones

Lately I have thought about our war and its purpose
To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was right about
      that
Languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement of rocks

They purpose nothing but to multiply and die urgently beating east to
      sunrise and the sea
Having died, as such, I find I do not mind quiet living with the
      purpose of a cell
Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet,
      death for the right cause

My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents doesn't lack purpose
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, just I don't immediately
      get it

The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated
Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the
      young from the janjaweed, the crop from the ****
The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life's purpose,
      babbling for God to appear

I mean your entire purpose should be living, you must take living
      seriously
Sleep with a purpose
Or lose all purpose beyond ******, child *** and food hoarding

Proof that there's a purpose set before the secret working mind
Having purposefully expunged from it every trace of emotion
What is relevant for our present purpose is counting is associated
      with primitive forms of writing

That is the purpose of poetry
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world’s innumerable       wonders
Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show       the plane geometry of snow

That’s when everything becomes clear, purpose v. purposelessness       matters less
Lonely physics, national purpose
This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)!

Desperate for new fetuses to teach purposeful workmanlike killing, we       will live with the question What was our purpose?
If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our       desire to stay here—and we die
The men who left the machine have started their own business, a new       endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful

You go the way of an unknown soldier, unable to assess the purpose of       the battle
Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties
      my peace in vain
And shake the purpose of my soul no more
www.ronnowpoetry.com

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Big Virge Jun 2021
My Purpose Is BIGGER... !!!!!
Than To Earn BIG Figures...
For Using Rhyme Scripture...
That's WEAKER Than... Tigger... !!!!!

It's Purpose Like Fixtures...
Holds FIRM and Delivers...

Mixtures That TRIGGER...
Verse Built To FEED THINKERS...
And BEAUTIFUL Pictures...
That Linger Like Mixtures...
of.... POTENT Elixirs... !!!!!!

ACTUAL... Natural...
Thoughts That Are FACTUAL... !!!!!

Visions of LIFE...
That I Find Fuel My Mind...
To Write and Transcribe...
These... Poetic Vibes...

That Purposely FLY... !!!
Like Eagles UP HIGH... !!!!!

It's Purpose Is... RIGHT... !!!

MORE THOUGHT And Less Fights... !!!!!
More TRUST And YES... LOVE... !!!!

Instead of This Stuff...
Like... Usage of Guns...
That Takes Peoples Blood... !!!!

And LESS Ignorance... !!!!
That CLEARLY Now Runs...

From People Like Trump...

Whose Purpose Is Worthless...
And Makes People NERVOUS... !!!

Like... Internet Servers...
That Seem To Now HURT US....
Because of These PERVERTS... !!?!!

Whose Purpose HURTS Persons...
Like... ” Poisonous Serpents “... !!!!!!

My Purpose EMERGES...
To COUNTER Aversions...
That Leave People BURDENED... !!!

A Purpose That NEEDS...
To Be Neutered With SPEED... !!!!

Like Greed and Deceit...
And KILLINGS On Streets...
By... Thugs and Police...

Whose Purpose Would Seem...
To Be THAT of A Team...
Who Feed NIGHTMARISH Dreams.... !!!!!

To... Young Families.... !!!
And Older Ones TOO... !!!!!!

Actions UNCOUTH... !!!
That Give LIVING PROOF...
That Some Peoples Purpose...
Is Something That WORSENS...
Like... Funeral Sermons... !!!!!

My Usage of Letters...
Has Purpose To BETTER...
The Way That WE ARE... !!!!

Because My Words Chart...
A Way To SHOW HEART...
In Times That Are DARK... !!!

By Offering LIGHT... !!!
In These Rhymes That I Write...

Their Purpose Is BRIGHT...
Word Clever and SHARP... !!!

And ALWAYS Makes Marks...
With Those Whose Minds' Light...
Wants MORE Than The Prize...
Between Peoples' Thighs...

... Chicas' and Guys...
Whose Purpose Is WILD... !!!!!

While Mine Is Now Wise...
And Much MORE Inclined...
To Search For The HIGHS...
That... ENERGISE Life..... !!!!!

My Purpose Has Style...
And Numerous Files...
of Verse That's Observed...
From Things That I've Learned...

It's MUCH MORE Than Words...
It's More Like GOOD HERB.... !!!

That HEIGHTENS My Mind...
And Body With... " VIBES "...

With Thinking That FLIES.... !!!
ABOVE Peoples' Lies.... !!!!!

From Government Types...
Who... " POLITICISE "...

Like Gangsters Whose Purpose...
Is Simply To.... HURT US.... !?!?!

POOR EXCUSES For People... !!!
Who Seem To LIKE EVIL... !?!?!

Much More Than KNIEVEL'... !?!

I Guess That's The Way... ?
They Feel They Must Sway...

To Me They're Like Merchants...
Whose Service Is WORTHLESS... ?!?

CLOWNS In A Circus...
Who SHOULD FACE...
... INSURGENTS... !!!

Because They Are SURPLUS....
To Our.... Epidermis... !!!!!

Humans Whose MAIN Urge IS...
To Learn To SERVE A GOOD...

....... " Purpose "........
It took me a while to find it, but I think it's fair to say that writing this material, was meant to be at least, one of the purposes for my being here ......
Marshal Gebbie Jan 2023
I really didn't mean it, promise I never even seen it  
done it accidentally on purpose instead
when its comes to purpose, I’m renowned for being earnest  
besides you secretly enjoy being completely misled

accidentally on purpose, accidentally on purpose
rules don’t have the same applicability
its only just a circus, when its accidentally on purpose
its a far lower threshold of culpability  

don't do me this disservice, it was accidentally on purpose,
please consider when apportioning blame
when its accidentally on purpose, almost doing you a service    
the blame is not even close to the same

There’s a thing called caveat emptor, its supposedly there to protect ya
sadly not against other’s intentionality  
when its accidentally on purpose, this rule’s completely out of service
tis writ in the annals of human morality    

accidentally on purpose, accidentally on purpose
usual rules they just don't apply,
accidentally on purpose, that’s why you cannot deter us
it permits me to self-indemnify  

Pete Granger DDA
Another from the pen of "Piddles" Granger.
Ada Ritter  Feb 2014
my purpose
Ada Ritter Feb 2014
All your years you wonder,
What is my purpose?
My purpose of being, my purpose of giving, but purpose for myself.
Is it selfish to wonder your purpose?

Through stained glass windows, cracked open from the broken pieces,
You can see. You can see quite clearly actually.
Is my purpose just a dream?
Is my purpose only a hopeful thought, increasing faith?

How do you know when to act upon your purpose?
Is it right? But if I'm wrong, it'll surely lead me in some direction.
Do you I leave everything and everyone that has given me purpose thus far?
Is my purpose just to have  adventures? Or only in the mind?

I think I'll live my entire life wondering this.
Infinity Leander Aug 2014
i swear
i didn't do this on purpose;
i did not talk to you on purpose
and i was not kind on purpose;
i didn't give you hope on purpose,
it's just who i am
i did not lose interest in you on purpose
and i did not leave you on purpose;
i didn't let everything go on purpose,
i didn't run away on purpose;
it's only who i am
and i have accepted it
perhaps you should, too,
because everything i did,
i did without a purpose
Long time ago, they left the  boundaries
Like an eagle from afar, they sight our mysteries
In the system, they saw mismanagement within
They robbed their way in
They killed their fellow uniform man eventually
And the cycle continues circularly
Civilians pursued
Powers misused
Purpose is defeated

We have formally forgotten those days
When virtues of peace were promoted with violence
When the press were oppressed
When justice was jeopardized
When our constitution was constrained to contempt without conscience
When the scales were afraid of scary blood, but love printed papers
When the beaks of singing parrots were broken
When religious teachers were treated rigorously
Purpose is defeated

Purpose came again
Our uniform men are well informed
But they are not well equipped
A great battalion with good  training
Against that without training
A great battalion with pieces of metal
Against that with powerful machines
Ready but not resourceful
Purpose is defeated

No longer dying for the nation
Lets bring down those rebels
A call of duty to the north
They respond with gallant boots and courage
They respond with pieces of metal on their hands
They respond to a place where many have fallen
Even at that, they fought gallantly
They were made to improvise arms
Purpose is defeated

They return with blood stained boots, hands and courage
Their faces and pieces of metal looking down
They have fought a good fight
But sorrow lurks around our families
Women now widows
Offsprings now orphans  
Uncle died as one of them
Father retired as one of them
Pension still on attention, no ease?
Purpose is defeated

Purpose is here again
Retreat!  Retreat!!  Retreat!!!
Fela Kuti sang 'Zombie! '
Check point checking for phone users
****** civilians!  Dont make a call here!
Sheep flogged, goats flee
They get recruited just for revenge
Purpose is defeated

Purpose is here again today
Where natural death is rare
People are killed
People are killing
People are on their way to ****
Cows are chewing crops
Crops are chewing cows
This is not normal!
Purpose is defeated.

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
(a.k.a. General Ali official)
The poem is about gallant Nigerian army who have defended this nation, some dead, some retired without pension , the kind of weapons they were made to fight with , families of the deceased, their present reactions towards the masses
Zay Bliss Apr 2014
There will always be that one moment in life when ask yourwelf those fateful questions, "What is my Purpose, how can I find it"?

Ramanticism reached beyond beyond,
Darkening and lightening the world,
But it wasn't a purpose that i had written down it was my feelings that i had referled.
Just my emotions Drawing in others and making a subsequential bond.
It was either happy or sad i had blindly written down,
But it was not a purpose, for this I longed.
So I was nothing but determined to search for mine,  I was lost in a realm of blank,
For a purpose deep down I needed to find.
Endless nothingness, as if alone at last, to find my purpose before my time come to pass.
So lost, and still wanderingg, even from the highest reaches, There was no purpose in sight,
I even went deep down inside myself and challenged my nightmares to a fight.
Still lost if not even deeper in the darkness of the pit,  soon approaching destination point and my burdens making me deadly sick, I will not dig my grave, and I cannot need help, it is me who must rescue myself, find my purpose and then be saved,
Not taken by any other or anyone else, if so, failed accomplishements, I will be internally graved.
  Ive fallin, to deep, to dreary, to steep, nearly succumbed to defeat.
When all seemed gone and I was forever lost, it approached me and seemed fragile, bearly to be ceased, almost nothing was there to permit. When I was lost in a search, it was there, fading and just wanting to live.
I realized it isnt me who needed to find my purpose.
It was my purpose who needed to find me to exist.

                            Without you there is no purpose.
Hussein Dekmak Aug 2019
Plant a tree,
Water a flower,
Preserve nature.
Have a purpose!

Feed a bird,
Cuddle a pet,
Be humane to animals.
Have a purpose!

Save a life,
Nurture an orphan,
Stand up with the oppressed.
Have a purpose!

Count your blessings,
Recite your prayers,
Contemplate the universe.
Have a purpose!

Nurture your mind with ideas,
Fill your heart with the wine of love,
Dress your soul with the garment of kindness.
Have a purpose!

Hussein Dekmak
noura  Jan 2017
The Purpose
noura Jan 2017
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The Purpose
Of what?

The
purpose

To hate?
To love?
To break?
To ache?

The
purpose

To find a place on this earth
To leave a mark before you rot
To be known
To be praised

The
purpose

We're all looking for
Our weary eyes cry for
The thumps of heart crave for
Our senses quake for

This
purpose

Holding us back
While we're trying to find the crack
That unlocks
the true
meaning
of our
purpose

The
purpose

That our elders have told us
"Will only come in time"
But time is divine
and there's only so little of it

Oh
The
Purpose

Look at what you've done
To the poor
souls
of
this
earth

Look at what you've done

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ahhhh
first post
first poem i post to the eyes of many
nervous is too plain to describe what im feeling
but oh well
this poem was written on one of those nights when your thoughts take over and you're left at 1 am scribbling on a piece of paper
i dont tend to explain the meaning behind my poems usually because sometimes its obvious but also my poems are for me to know deeply and the readers to wonder mysteriously
i dont know why im writing this
jdmaraccini Sep 2013
Life is a vast spiral tangled in the mouth of purpose,
we are human and live as one regardless if we are aware or not
Life has meaning, and purpose is a wonderful word.

We are more than we're taught to believe,
take a slave who is humble, honest, and meek,
conceived in chains that crumble, worthless and weak.
When this slave has a voice to honestly speak,
purpose will be what sets this slave free.

I beg you to question everything
until the truth is alive and heard.
Limitations are not superior
to the little information we all incur.

Hesitation is a noun, not a verb,
take first place instead of third.
Close your eyes to the blinding veil,
all your thoughts are overheard.

I take this cup of purpose and drink,
with all my might I take this flesh and dip my ink.
The wrong is blinded by the light,
I am born to dream in life.
I die from life to finally see,
I think my dreams are born in me,
without this I am nothing.

Life is a vast spiral tangled in the mouth of purpose.
Life has meaning, and purpose is a wonderful word.
© JDMaraccini 2013
As I sit here, watching all these people
They all walk with such purpose
As if the end of the world is apon them
Or even if Death itself is chasing them.

I wonder if maybe they are dead inside
Walking around, not because they have purpose
But walking fast gives them purpose
Or a reason to excist.

And what purpose is that?
To crunge numbers all day
Maybe to reply to emails
Or even simply to gather financial wealth.

Isnt there a greater purpose
Not to work so hard only to enjoy the tims you arent working
Nor coffee meetings with people you wont remember in two years
To walk with purpose, becuase to have purpose, not to earn purpose.
I wrote this while just sitting down and watching people movie about.

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