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Imagine a cave where no human has strayed  
Nor a scurrying creature has crept;
Ever haunting the deep, subterranean glade
Where the bones of the forest are swept;
A piteous icon is carved, drip by drip,
And forever in darkness it sits -
Who beholds of this vision will tremble, afraid
Of the place where Time sat and wept.
the sun to boil my heart,
scream of hell in moonlight kiss,
the substance of my urging soul,
a world to murmur for my joy,
I am beyond the nature of perception,
angels cry the beauty of my strife,
I’m left alone in the absolute unknown,
my eyes are diamonds in the night,
a shaft of evil melting high,
the sun engulfs my innocence, my youth,
my urge boils deeper and deeper,
profound mist of scents and energies.
Poem from my book 'The Allure Of Time' now available on amazon.
Please support me by getting a copy of my book if you like what I am writing about.
DJ Brewer Mar 16
Jay-Z.
5C.
Poetry.
Listen to Me.
It’s only a Dream.
On.

Brooklyn’s hometown brother
Raised by his single mother
Many said he didn’t stand a chance
Dealing crack *******
Doing the gang dance

Roc-A-Fella
Top Seller
Rapping acapella
Crafty story teller

Reaching for interstellar heights
Under the bright, bright lights
No longer in the darkness of night
Affecting crowds with great delight

He is in everyone’s favour
A pop culture icon and a savior
He had certainly been put to the test
Now living a life of great success
He has triumphed, He has been blessed
He stands proud and tall above all the rest
He inspires me as a poet
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018


               Amazing Grace
  Respect
             Eleanor Rugby
                                  That House That Jack Built
                    Here We Go Again
                                A Change Is Gonna Come

                Freeway of Love
                                                   Rolling In The Deep                            
   Angel    
                Never Grow Old
                                               (I) Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)       
             Love Me Right
                       I Say A Little Prayer
               Natural Woman


WE'VE LOST ANOTHER ICON,
THE GRACEFUL ARETHA FRANKLIN!
My mom is crying her eyes out. T-T T-T T-T
RIP to a legend! RIP to a beautifully talented woman!
(1942-2018)
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2018
Someone asked me
To write on him

I replied,
He is the One
One Man Army
An Icon of
Selflessness
Dedication
Morality
Who never gonna stop
Fighting for us
Till he wins

And again he stands
And again he have to fast
And again we stay mute
And again the game is on

Till he wins
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-
Till he wins
-
-
Till he wins
-
-
Till he wins
-
-
Till he wins

Some things are best
If left unspoken

Is that clear enough?
Genre: Inspirational
Author's Note: What drives someone to the limit where we never dream of?
In solidarity to Dr. GKC who never give up to change the health system of Nepal. It's Day 22nd of hunger strike, 15th hunger strike in a count.
Khoi-San Jul 2018
Shackled imprisoned in an oval office
Called Robben island Transformed
Unshackled twenty seven years later
Freed a nation from an apartheid regime
Inspired the world from the Grand parade
A Universal Icon Humanitarian *** laude
Now honoured in the halls of Valhalla
Glorifying God...Looks upon us
With Love from the heavenly realm
INKULULEKO AHLULA
A tribute to the late great President Nelson Mandela on his hundredth birthday
18th July 1918 to 18 July 2018
Lucas Pettinato Jun 2018
I want to be famous
I want to be known
I want to be loved by the masses

I want a stage to perform
I want millions of people to scream my name
I want the world to shed tears when they hear my voice

I want to be an icon
I want to dress in designer clothes
I want to be on the cover of every magazine

I want the press to write about my talent
I want the press to write about my beauty
I want the press to write about my grace

I want to break world records
I want to go down in history as the best
I want to be remembered forever

I then realize that with fame comes a jarring sense of loneliness
Because although you have millions of fans that chant your name
And a cast of characters that help you succeed
And expensive clothes
And all the money in the world
No one knows, and will ever know, who you truly are
And you won’t ever know the people or their story
Because you’ve become a two-dimensional figure with
No flaws
No insecurities
No regret
With no time to spend on anyone but yourself

It’s funny
When you’re famous, everyone knows who you are
And yet
You don’t understand a thing about what you’ve become.
"I don't think I could think of a single thing that's more isolating than being famous." - Lady Gaga
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Be
A Russian
For one day

Whisper
And paint
Icons

Symbols
In gold
Draped in satin

Beware of hope
It will grip you
Make you into a Mongol

Control your mind
Destroy your abode
Invade the holdfast

Become neat
Organized
Fight to breathe
jdotingham Jan 2017
poetry without the use of language and yet
                            the most inspirational speech from an otherwise silent actor,
          taking on morbid fascism with an iron fist of comedy.
black and white and monochrome yet so full of colour
yet behind the face lives a psyche of enigma, but still
f
a
l
l
i
ng down to impose laughter:
(
eyebrows   eyebrows
to show      emotion
              ###                 
        ­ areanicon
)
you will never die in the metaphysical centre of our minds for you who     
              s e  from poverty into the superpower of comedy.
           o
         r
you are an icon to be proud of and will forever be embedded in our metaphorical hearts. *
for you are art.
for he is very dear to my heart.
Scarlet McCall Jun 2016
I flutter feebly, with damaged wing,
determined to avoid a reckoning
with Nature, who’s given me many a gift,
but not the one I seek to lift
me near the cloud-strewn heights above,
where you soar and spin to my delight,
my love.
No matter the pain, I will sustain
my effort; I still float above the ground,
though at a far closer distance
from where you are found.
No celestial heights will I obtain.
But it’s enough to still the pain,
to follow your movement, arc and dive,
less gracefully, but still I thrive
in feeling the currents of air and mist
and the force of gravity that I resist.
The whistling wind is our haven and home;
away from earthly troubles, we roam.
As long as I can see you there--
flying, and tempting me to dare
to mimic your movement and your power--
I can put off the reckoning hour.
another PF re-post...one of my personal faves.
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