I want to be a man above all men
So I will be beneath them all
Serving and giving
Loving and forgiving
Saving and leading
On the way
To God’s day
Of Reckoning.
I am becoming
What he made me
For all to see
Noticing the little things
Ignored by many
If you observe
You’ll see
The unseen
If you listen
You will hear
His whispers in nature
God does little
He speaks much
What he says becomes
What he imagines he loves
What he loves is a part of him
He loved us
Thought us
Spoke us
Bought us
There is no greater Love than Him.
Holy Ghost!
Seanathon Jun 24
Don't make me risk,
The bitter end.

Don't make me try,
Though I will again.
When you must. But you don't want to.
PoserPersona Apr 28
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:

would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
I really love this poem, but was unable to find it in the classics. I'd like to share it with all of you. Translated by Stephen Mitchell.
Good day to you my dearest friend
The day and time has come again
Few times a month there are those days
both Moon and Sun have gone away
Because they fear they’ll be outdone
Too much for them; Compete with none
It’s something that is deep inside
You can not fake; No way to hide
You’re beauty can’t be put in prose
Can not critique a perfect rose

A gentle warmth; A caring touch
No pressure placed and don’t need much
A light you beam even when dark
Ignited soul from inner spark
Go with the flow; Relax and chill
We talk and talk all night until
We realize it's getting late
And buddy time is not a date
But there you sit so close to me
Tell story after each story
The Rio Grand can not compare
fluidity you and I share
No false attempts; No role to play
So effortless, just want to stay

I know that was something before
We tried and failed; Don’t close that door
Much time has passed and things have changed
At least for me; You seem the same
Our failure on my shoulders rests
Thought I was ready when we met
Each one of us some baggage brings
often when we are entering
A brand new phase; Closer we get
My bags equaled a luggage set

Issues that had not been resolved
A mystery still left unsolved
Was not aware; Naive and blind
To programming inside my mind
I thought responses and actions
Mind filtered before they happened
But did not visit or pit stop
Instead bypassed they were cutoff
No rationale or reasoning
Left on the sidelines sightseeing
I see now that this type of thinking
Held me back; In life was sinking
Often chaos; Not on track
Chance after chance could not get back

I understand, I really do
Spoke words before I thought were true
Instead proved false when given time
A dirty trick played by my mind
That’s not me trying to evade
The choices and actions I made
Cause even if I didn’t know
My subconscious would steal the show
That does not hold me free and clear
It’s my job to become aware

And when those moments come about
My programming is winning out
My eyes are open; I can see
Program shut down; Won’t get by me
Instead insert new action here
Regain command; This ship I steer
Don’t claim to be a perfect man
Just always better if I can
Awakening newly attained
Lifetime of code I try to change
Recent success of leaps and bounds
Eliminate errors I found

But muscle has its memory
when action is put on repeat
Until the active part of thought
is not involved, that part shut off
Our mind's zoned out; still have our hands
on the controls; We crash and land
Mt. Everest of a task I take
But promise to myself I make
To me awareness now given
No self-doubt; Grab life, start living

Starting each day is a chance to
reset and start our life anew
Leave yesterday's mistakes behind
A chance to show the world you're kind
And in the face of anger, smile
In other's shoes you walk a mile
Wisdom bringing a clarity
inside people and myself see
The error of our foolish ways
and how we wasted many days
on autopilot with no clue
sit back and watch our actions do
The things that would rip and destroy
Our monster played with us as toys

But over now and in its place
A focused man ready to face
Life on its terms; Taking each day
A gift given; Forward I pay
I have my flaws; I am a man
but be the best version I can
I'm not perfect, this much is true
But maybe I'm perfect for you
Written: April 15, 2018

All rights reserved.
Kuvar Mar 18
It is affordable
For the rich or poor
I mean the coffin
Whether you wish or not
In March 2001, Melania granted green card
   asper elite EB-1 program
intended for renowned academic researchers,
   multinational business executives
   (linkedin with Uncle SAM)

or those in other fields, such as
   Olympic athletes and Oscar-winning actors,
   who demonstrated
   “sustained national and international acclaim”
   until...now, when (FAKE trophy wife)...
   besieged with WHAM!

The Don whips to defense of
   (legal residency status),
   sans his third wife
imbroglio finds the president flat footed
   regarding spouses' granted citizenry permission rife,
where details concerning former
   in vogue Slovak model now cushy life

challenging her right to live in The United States,
   the most Democratic nation
plus concomitant abrogation
   afforded robber Baroness admission

   dispensing hot button issue of CHAIN MIGRATION,
where sentiment underscored verbatim
   "Some people come in,
   and they bring their whole family with them,
   who can be truly evil. NOT ACCEPTABLE!”

The above on record as authentic Trumpian tweet,
hence quoted with poetic license,
   a prime example how two
   (or more faced) president didst react to un seat
fairness, which November twitter

   allowing parents with bearhug he did greet
   legal residency of her parents,
   Viktor and Amalija Knavs, as Elite
   who received figurative green light
   despite riding piggyback
   Nsync with military beat

ting back pesky atop flimsy green card,
   the freedom appetite got whet
scrutiny, and now a ironic Gordian Knot set
tilled and solved making mincemeat to pet

files, particularly equality
   for those skeined alive in the DACA net
ready to boot innocent offspring
   of supposed illegal aliens on the next departing jet!
I see what I could be, What I should be and what I must be.
you get lost in your thoughts. but you must think.
What could you be, what should you be and what must you be. you should forget about the past on what has happened and turn to your future self. picture what you are in the future. not what you can be. but what you must be. It is your destiny to find where you belong later on in life.
who agrees with me like if you think so... love it if this is you. dislike if you think otherwise
Mary-Rose H Jan 17
"Do you like writing poetry?"

It's a strangely
difficult
question to answer.
I do not
like
it.
I do not
love
it.
It's something I
must do,
just
as much as
I must breathe.
If I do not,
I die a little
inside,
and it is
a - part - of - me,
just
as much as
my lungs.
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