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DivineDao Sep 2019
...For Mercy has a human heart
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine
And Peace the human dress.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk or jew;
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

---William Blake, *The Divine Image



... For Mirror Has The Love For Self,
Pain's Just Another Pole Of Joy,
And Love -- the Soulful
Human Shriek,

And Pitfalls Graceful Bliss.

And all must Love The Elon Musk,
In Rockets, Vehicles and Ships;
Where Vessels Mirror Nature's Greens -;
---
There God Too -- Greener IS.

---Divine Dao, *The Visionary
Enchanted LOVEForest
Alienpoet Dec 2017
I am a white Labrador
I don’t like other types
I bark and I bark and I bite
I am a white human
I don’t like people of other shades
I load my gun and sharpen my blades
I am a husky I like to play
I tussle I hustle and bustle with other dogs all day
I am a human being
I see that we are all different but the same
blaming other people is a playground game
I am an alien we been through all these struggles
On our planet we recognise that variation is fun and not trouble
and variation is also causes beauty in strange ways
we don’t come to fight we come to observe your planets creatures
But we are light years away but we’d like to teach you.
An anti racism poem variation is the spice of life
Äŧül Jun 2017
"I love my 57474 Forever"*
A variation of this phrase,
Used to be my password everywhere.

Yes it was so easy to remember,
For each heartbeat repeated it,
And I could just not forget it ever.

But then she chose to walk out on me,
A rethink she gave not her decision,
And seemingly I am going to be lonely,
Not just for a day but forever & ever.
On a T9 keyboard with some memory,
The number 57474 will translate as her name.

My HP Poem #1573
©Atul Kaushal

PS: I've changed my password everywhere ever since she departed from my life.
Templar of Steel Jan 2016
As I watched the new day awake
And the snow flakes that fell to the ground
Just to melt, or to freeze on the lake
To then shatter with a cracking sound

I thought of us human fools
With no real purpose or meaning
Just being used as tools
We cannot stand without leaning

Against a friend or foe
Against false truths and ideals
Afraid of the beast below
When compared to the truth, he appeals

And a snow flake landed on my cheek
A light touch and then it melted away
I won't remember it next week
Even thou it danced it's very own ballet

Even thou it was as no other
The touch of it was the same
To me it was just another;
We are all just the same
Cecelia Francis Mar 2015
Love proves
inadequate at
every turn

****** niggling
over stupid
****

Shed no tears

Ain't like he
crying over
you
Cecelia Francis Feb 2015
Flask emptied,
half-full still

cup runneth
over
Cecelia Francis Jan 2015
Close the eyes
to give it a try:
Florida sun
vibrant and warm

Sensations known
but not felt

It was -indeed-
and that is
all it was
To know what it is, and that it was, but not to relive it again
Cecelia Francis Jan 2015
"Tell me to stop if
you want me to stop." God, that
was a **** good dream....

Hope of her future,
one there before her, crying.
freedom: white stockings
Meagan Jan 2013
~The sensation of experiencing everything
   Everything is never nothing; worthy of remembering
~ Beauty surrounding your senses, inhale with every breath
   You're invincible, the outline image of mystery
~ Looking over with increased anticipation
   All words are shuffled with variation
~ Confident in your surroundings, anywhere and everywhere
   Thrilling vibes, never realize a judgmental stare
~ Only recognize the unrecognizable, every detail
   Every aspect of life, all in different realities
~ Immortal visions, images sufficient for a lifetime
   Liberating memories, sensational at its very prime
~ Gleaming within the mind, I feel the feels you feel
   With intertwined consciousness, we debate on what's real
~ Implausible explanations, never impossible excuses
   To acquire this forever, would inflict internal bruises
~ This level of fun, fundamental producer of freedom
   For, this prosperous feeling rids you of being numb
  ~Meagan Williams
   1.15.13
The endless ideas my mind interprets the word "Fun" to mean.
Culpoetry Aug 2014
It’s hard to feel
when you’re waiting
for someone

It’s hard to breathe
Here in Heaven
or down in Hell

Continuing until the end
Mired in false confidence

When drunken minds
Speak sober thoughts

A feeling I had right in the gut

Anxious shivers
To shivered hopes

Time is ticking
and I lie alone

A cold wind blows
from the mouth of fate

And I hope to God
this pain will abate

A serpent to
this travesty

A vulture came
to pick on me

A fox was far
away from me

A lion lies here
Crying in its’ sleep

Silver, black and golden streaks
Of everything I fear to see

It’s hard to feel
when you’re waiting
for someone
Someone else

Someone down
Someone out
Someone help
Help me help me
help me help me
help me help
Someone else

In this cage we dwell
In this pain we'll melt
Here in Heaven or down in Hell
For someone else
Someone else
Song lyrics for a variation of Golden.
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