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JS CARIE Oct 2018
To openly relinquish vulnerabilities, having found love will likely be present in advance

Being in love, will challenge defenses making present vulnerabilities

Fating the present after liberating vulnerabilities, ensures a relief to drop defenses, and a willingly surrender to love
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Seanathon Oct 2018
Granola pattering between my teeth.

Rain crunching beneath my feet.

Wait a minute...

Was that what it ought to be?
Quietly mind you. Not the rain. Me.
Life is always too long,
but it’s moments are constantly shortened,
to a few scenes,
memorable without
most of its landscape attached
blurred around the edges,
clocks without their usual cover—
refinement at least to a bare minimum,
left you of whatever pieces
that decided to remain
for forward
something to remember: no matter how difficult a sudden shift can be, look beyond that to where you could find amity somewhere in the ambiance. whereas for some the opportunity to is forever lost, loathing behind a foreignness.

‘never take the moment to seize an opportunity for granted. you will live out your life with utter regret.’

we’re (merely) prisoners to our own demise

*title given from an ambient piece.
Martin Narrod Jun 2018
Brief Yet Common Encounters Pt. II

Stage rose to the coach,
Trouble with flies is they
Never know when to keep still-
Pumped full up of automobile dust and Neon lights and blank stares and

There goes the inaudible tick
The wings of minutia passing us by.

There goes the dusk spattering,
Feral men cordoned by beasts-
The great epée of thorn branding
The early light summoned,

Wounded obelisks of strength and Immortality brandishing the dagger
That built Her Earth. Before the sirens
Rang beyond the crepuscular fortnight,

Deep valleys of arid central hills
Attempting to rise to the day
And show compassion to the Underprivileged.
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Äŧül Aug 2017
Pal, you are from Mumbai,
Of course that's not false,
On the way back take care,
Just stay safe my darling,
Again it reminded of 2005.

Seeing you healthy is divine,
Take your health to the next level,
Aim 100% health today along me,
You're better if you are healthy.

Some desires for life remain,
A** desire is my parents' health,
Final desire is your wellness,
Effect it will have on our kid's health.

And my emotional strength too,
Note my dear request to you,
Divine is this feeling of love.

Sifts through my mind's crevices,
Only your safety day and night,
Until we see our grandchild,
Not just its birth but even its life,
Dear, you gotta stay healthy for it.
My best friend Pooja Shah is from Mumbai which is a city always at one peril or the another.

I want to wish safety for Pooja Shah and all the other Mumbaikars.

My HP Poem #1656
©Atul Kaushal
K603 Oct 2016
We go out to drink
Friends follow
It's one hell of a time

I drink for you
For me
For us
For them

For who we all used to be
Before we broke each other

Life got in the drivers seat
Delt a horrible hand to play
We all got beat
I do not condone drinking and driving, that's not what this poem is about.
For Thou alone my heart sings
O Lord of Lords, King of Kings;
how can I love Thee as I ought,
Thy love I have so long sought.

When I contemplate Thy goodness to me,
I am in awe and enveloped in humility
that Thou O God from infinity
saw fit to create one like me.

My heart overflows for love of Thee
like swelling waters of the blue-green sea,
like the roaring waves splashing ashore;
it is Thee O my God whom I adore.
Permit that I may love Thee evermore.

When my earthly life comes to an end,
my sinful wounded soul wilt Thou mend?
May I one day behold Thy radiant Face
and reap the joy of inestimable grace?

How I pray this will be so, O Lord,
as to Thee alone all Praise I accord;
to be in Thy company one of these days
hearing choirs resound in Praise
to Thy Holiness and Grace
in that heavenly Place
and behold, I gaze
upon Thy most

© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Spiritual, Christian, Life, Personal

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