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Tony Anderson Apr 2019
You hide I seak.  Face the tree count to ten, then sound the call," Ready or not here I come".  Oh where oh where are we hideing, behind the car, to easy.  Behind the bush, worth a look.  ****, he was behind the car, the chase is on.  we race toward base, both red in the face.  I want to tag him however he made it, he's safe.  This time I hide and you seak.  Alight Tony, I will start countimg, you go hide.   "Ready or not here I, AAAHHHH!  Tony what are trying to do give me a heart attack, standing behind me like that.  Dinner time need to go in, have a good evening, see you tommarow my friend.   See you tommarow as well, by the way Tony, Never do that again.  Noted
Mr Xelle  Jul 2014
Seak Him
Mr Xelle Jul 2014
Drowning in these thoughts again,
Good friends with gills now were selfish.
You slipped I slipped that's what these hooks do they **** us from our lying lips.
My words stand over me sometime I guess that's why you don't understand this.
I just Can't stand trips! I fall worse then august in this thoughtful seasons.
Rowing threw my head my actions propose to some of these guilt trips.
..now I'm sea sick.
But all life's puzzles will fall in to pieces. I asked to come and walk with you on these thoughts with faith so I may be descent.

As you calm me...my words whisper
"There's no greater friend other then Jesus".



Just to be honest, even now my knees creases.
Emily Thomas May 2014
The little old house on the hill
with cracking floors
and withered flowers
Grey skies hang
like chandeliers
from century old ****** mansions
Romance and rot
in the panels of wood
secrets and stories
hidden in bed springs
that still ring the sound of our laughter
Yellowed curtains
once white with glow
fly outside the window
some people fear places like these
but I seak comfort
In dancing with the ghosts
who once left their print
In the little old house on the hill.
YoungGentleman17 Mar 2015
For the people who judged you
And Ex's that didn't last no longer
The pain they all brought has only made you stronger
For the ups and downs thats crossed your path
We wouldnt know mother nature if we haven't felt her wrath
What makes you weak can you stronger
What makes you stronger makes you better
When a loved one passes away
Only the strongest seak out through the day
When you stay yourself through all the mess we see in life
It shows you are stronger and survive the fight
We as people know that bad is taken over good
But once we as people come together as one
Then watch all the good things our world will have done
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2017
of what heart is to begin with, intact, there is no love in such a heart to govern the cruelty of flux, for love only aspires in fragmentation pf that *****, readied for nothing metaphysical, yet only the physicality of the muscular... love enters when the heart is garment in fractions and nowhere and by no-how does it exist... if love is not a search, then love is no love at all... for love akin to god, there is no clear direction, no definite coordinate, no (a) to (b) basis, or subsequent exfoliation into some sort of basics... away from my country of birth, i only found love within the existence of scotland... and by that quest for "demise" i forfeit an ask for glasgow to forgive me, my idle friendships with stereotypes of alarm... rest abididing by edinbrugh... as i might say: for every glasgow there's a birmingham, as there's a london for every edinburgh... in no other town have i felt the over-powering grasp of stereotype; forgive me.*

don't climb a mountain,
if you can't speak
to the mountain: prior
to an attempted climb
   of it,
     never seak what you cannot
contain with your own
worth of grip with the hands...
never ask the mountain
to become a hill you
can exectute a promenade
over... and serve such
effort the lingo of: complete.
never ask the mountain for
a name,
       instead ask it to name
an ocean...
            never ask
the ocean for a mountain's name,
instead a name
of a valley,
   a glen coe and its massacre,
or the grand canyon...
               and all the many
crevices upon the human
body with its skeletal
                           blanks and
empty spaces of fleshy folds...
            never ask the mountain
its name...
         reach the peak,
and then ask yourself
  the name you were bestooed with!
ask yourself the name
  you ingested as a child...
when climbing a mountain,
never ask for the mountain's name...
once you reached the tip
ask yourself, what your name
is or rather, ought to be...
                and what would the mountain
name you, as a mother or a father
already have...
          never mind to name
a mountain, as if it might be exclaiming
a righteous conquest...
                 name yourself prior
as a baptism,
   and then name yourself post-
  as a "catholicism"
            of the rite of confirmation...
whatever name you think of
climbing down,
  is the name of the mountain you
have just "conquered"...
                     for each man to
have reached the ever-reach of man's
final end,
   if there are equals to astronauts
who reach the lunar orb,
   there are those, grounded,
medium grounds between astronauts
and astronomers...
          those who seek the eagles' eye,
aloof, upon the himalayan titan's cranium,
and by god,
        that's halfway toward the stars.
Joshua Vincens Dec 2012
To All Ya’ll, have them Happy Holidays & a Merry Christmas/

Next step, thank the Sun 4 this years ending Winter Solstice/

If my prose sparks intrest, makes you curious/

Go ahead and seak, ask me why I said this/

-Joshua Vincens
If you wish to have discussion regarding this, like the prose states, please feel free to ask.
Nat Lipstadt Dec 2015
~~~

Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.


Shakespeare
The Merchant of Venice

~~~

Dedicated to all people who are
persecuted for their ethnicity


~~~
Therefore, Jew

know all ye men by their
presents
an invitation
to be seated in the imprisoning box,
resting upon and before imbalanced scales,
perforce, by force,
this low world court
of the blinded
and still, and yet,
a chamber filled
of honesty-depleted
unjust men,
courtier witnesses,
of hate repleted

expect only mean justice serviced
for in the course of justice,
none of us
should see salvation


the scales pre-set,
one side favoring,
by the "virtue" present
of the tipping lean of
finger-pointing, weighty, pointless,
consuming hatred

the world despises you, Jew

this sunrise surmise,
no surprise, routinized,
freshly delivered daily
to thine inbox's unsettling
junk mail

so,
inviable victims, you bookish people,
be well unforgiving,
for to fore,
the new day commences,
supplying fresher welts and taunts,
soured served upon a
cracked, blackened,
break-fast plate

no finale,
no solution,
to our rooted rutted hated fate

yes, ours,
for am I not too
numerically wrist-tatooed,
guilty for praising God and
seeking favor with all the people,
the Lord counts me in our numbers,
every day by day,
these present and souls past,
living mated with despotic hatred

be ever sophisticated,
cyanide cynical,
no news here, this too
shall pass,
parse a new year approaching,
and none the wiser

refrain from the pain,
cease to pine and whine,
de-rank from sniveling logicians
for all such propositions,
are
by silence answered

Hath not a Jew eyes?
Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses,
affections, passions;
fed with the same food,
hurt with the same weapons,
subject to the same diseases?
healed by the same means,
warmed and cooled by the
same wind?

but even the wind
turned against us,
for nothing is sacred,
even a deity's creation,
when men
raise up their children
to rise up
to hate

Therefore, Jew,*

seek no mercy
in the court of men;
thy salvation
and thy recompense
has forever been and will to be,
seak not to wash away
the surfeit return of the ilk of unwarranted hate

code nurture the silent
divine spark
within,
for that is the entirety
of your obligatory,
ancestor-inheritd gift,
this alone
you shall
warrant
and speak,
acting accordingly,
for this is the whole of
your plea
*. http://m.jpost.com/Israel-News/Sports/Israeli-youth-windsurfers-barred-entry-to-Malaysia-for-world-championships-438220#article=6017MTMyQzAyOTEzQThCRjRBQ0RFMUNFNDkwRTBGNzZBNjM=

hardly a surprise to me,
that the reception to this poem is
chilly
Angelica C Mar 2014
I want to be a kid again.
With no worries or problems.
Playing hide and seak with your friends, watching Disney movies all day, pretending to be a princess.
With out having to worry about school or people judging you.
Not being afraid to show the real you.
Reading fairy tales and playing dress up.
I want to live does good old times again, I want to be a kid again.
BellaBloom  May 2015
May Queen
BellaBloom May 2015
I wake today
with the strength of heaven
at my bedside
with the light of the sunrise
tapping my window
and shattering out to colors
the dance of dusk and dawn
I wake with the pulse of nature
at my toes
Earth begins to soften
and seed begins to stir

My body is the depth of sea
heavy, steady and rooted
This fragile creation
a matriarch thrown
my gentle bed
Steadiness of soil
wet grass and burning leaves
over naked flesh
like spider webs on fish bones
The solidity of rock
where I lay my head
anchored and grounded

Outside the beast and the chattering crow
both alive with song
The spirits of the mountains
their roots are deep
I pierce the air
and watch them dance
from flat to peak
to a red and purple sunset
let my tired eyes seak

I arise today
Through God’s strength to fuel me
God’s wisdom to guide me
God’s hand to guard me
Alone or in a multitude
an armor to shield me from injury


"May Queen"
(c) Mar 17, 2008, Bellabloom
and its affiliates and assigns and licensors
All rights reserved
Paola Bodano  Dec 2018
perfection
Paola Bodano Dec 2018
A question of perfection
Is constantly
Raised
Appraised
And ultimately
Erased

Where did it evolve
Where did you grow up
Where did you end up
There’s no correlation
Perfection
Is just a simple categorization

The common equation of
Perfection
Does not apply to
YOU or
ME

WE are all unique
Labels don’t define us
WE have gone through it all
And still seak to represent a fake plus
We are evolving, failing, and progressing.

I AM
YOU ARE
WE ALL ARE our own images of
Perfection.
YoungGentleman17 May 2014
Words that have given hope
given faith
Words that build momentum
words that make you not wanna give up
you see words of encouragement
is the reason why we stood up after a fall
made it through the storms and ups and downs

words of encouragement
is what kept those collasping relationships together
who ever knew that simple words had so much power
now i see how i won my tack meets
how teams win sports game
it's the words of encouragement that makes them want it even more

words of encouragement is what can keep a good world together
to make not many people wanna make that better
but how about we all just encourage somebody
if you have an friend thats facing hard times
give them the words of encouragement
watch how good that make that person feel
watch how those words put an big impact on them
and  watch how God will Reward you for the helpful deed you've done

Word that are such meaning
such pleasure
can even make the devil himself feel better
words that seak out
like the words we hear in church
all fall into that one category
Words Of Encouragement

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