#50
..And as the bird flies, the sky waves,
and the sun rays, and the clouds play
about the tops of trees, until the day fades,
and night shall be set free, so morning’s weight lays
fined for a rest, city light’s pollute I can attest,
now dark shan’t take its all important place
too weak becomes our concrete space,
disoriented becomes our eyes, so we can’t view best
they, we, remain at 50, just fifty %, more or less..
So how can anyone truly see?
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 1:19 PM UTC
"I got cancer here."
My Kemah King said, pointing to his nose.
"Cancer in your nose?
Liar, I thought!
I didn't voice it!-
"I don't want you to die"
I thought, yet telepathically
my gold- heart read my mind word by word.
How I love you, adore you,
live long, healthy happy prosperous.
Hey handsome wild bird of paradise divine,
Will you cut off your long nose then hu?,
(I asked, inwardly)
Hu Handsome Pinocchio!?
~~~
It's been 50 years, how do you do? Surely with your prosperous wealth, you are in abundant best of health care anywhere on Earth!
Beloved Kings among Sheikhs.
Perhaps joined your space ship crew towards that new found peaceful world.
Oh you rddjpc! Handsome Roddy traveler Pinocchio, of mine!
Infinite true love,
AsgBba.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba.
2024.
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 1:04 AM UTC
I turned 50
I am still not sure
how to feel about it
I don't look it
But I have lived it
The scars the hills I have
climbed the struggles I have
overcome
It's definitely been 50 yrs
Yet I know more will come
and I will persevere
I am strong and I am still here
I have seen and experienced some beautiful things in these 50 years like my children like the birth of my grandson I've also dealt with a lot of pain and I know I got a good 20 years left and I'm going to live it I'm going to laugh I'm going to enjoy it I'm going to to do those things I want to do and I'm going to be grateful for everything because it's got me here and now I'm 50 so here we go to another 20 years
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏5/2023
May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 1:25 PM UTC
Zackamundo
Rattah Tattah
Battah Bag had
Baghdad
Diss?
Quick Lynch...
1 Trillion Ton
50 Million Trillion
Cash
Nuclear Tip Missile
Tank so Big Run-over ya crib
Take the guns? NAH!
GIVE US GUNS YAHH!!
corners sweepers
Government watching
Clock mocking
Hoes in line one a time..
Drop Em...
Cooper, Rupert, Doobie, Super, durp, Dean, Lean, Quavo, D, T, L, Wayne, Trigg, G Floyd, Stem, B.A., Cam, B, G, C, Mii, Cashish, Rah, Rob, Raheem, Jake, Rasheem, Black, Unc, Baby, Gettah, Guttah, Z, Pete, Reese, Raymond, Reggie, Will...
Ounce pound brick
Brick house pound
Cars ounce trash
Death Dismay
Hope, Prayer
Love an Trust
Faith in God
**** 1 God
Wrote a script
Paint a picture
A picture of...
Fortune, Fame, wealth and royalties
Pure loyalty
King
Torture
Rip off your nails...
Rip off your ears...
Rip out your teeth an tongue...
Cut off fingers toes 1by1...
Stomp your leg and arm bones,
Stab your ****
Pour bleach on you with gas...
Choke you in an out of consciousness
Repeat...
You're future is tortured,
Mark My Words,
Don't Quote me ***
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
We’ve been married 50 years.
But in fact we are both still around 25!
It’s that good.
We giggle and laugh
and yet neither of us has said anything…
it’s that good.
I read your mind and you read mine…
It’s that good…
It's understood!
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
I had a case of the butterflies
My girl had her summer clothes
I found her inside, wearing them
While, I robbed a liquor store
The days seemed longer
The nights grew stronger as the stars
When the rain came
We went outside to the farm
I never could believe she
Left me in the summer
The morning came again
Unafraid of heat and whispers in the air
Bringing a storm, forever
I stood against the rain, half-dead
The women passed a stare
The rain comes in, so look away
The people with their papers will miss it
I can't help it, if you need to leave again
I know it's too much to ask
The cool rain fell on a spear of summer grass
I thought our paths would cross
You were just interested in the journey
I did all I could
Now, just the love drowns my mind
Our footsteps are out of reach
So, when destiny tore us away
My love pulled me in
The cool rain will hide your tears
So, come out when you’re over me
I've been waiting ever since
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC
People write such lyrics for me
Of my light, my face, my tranquil sea
I wonder, do they really see?
Fifty fifty this life I lead
The light I share is lent to me
My dark side hides but not from me
Left to the light
My lunar sea
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
Her bob cut was not that bad
Inspired a 50's vibe that couldnt be forgotten.
The smoke that came out of her mouth
Like a demon in a gas station.
And the two sides of light were dancing in her face
Blue and pink, and pink and blue.
You could feel the colors and see sounds.
In the streets behind a neon sign was a paparazzi
Waiting for her like a lion waits for the gazelle
To liberate the thunderbolt.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
you sit in your pulpit all holier than thou
claiming if it was the 50's
you would fight in the civil rights movement
but now you are sitting back doing nothing
so
shut the **** up
you don't get to watch kids being
pulled from their parents and do nothing
while saying you would have fought for
people of color
you are lying there is no other way to put it
you ******* coward
and by the way the fight for
people of color isn't over so
get off your *** or shut up
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
you are an
exfoliant;
coarse and fine
you scrape me raw
painfully
but in the end
your sharp cuts
hide an ointment
and my soul
thanks me for you;
for this change,
a renewal,
healing after
necessary
destruction
(out with the dead,
in with the new)
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
2010
Title. Never take for granted
the greatest power, the power to choose.
( An Acrostic ) of 50 lines.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Never take for granted the greatest power.
The power to choose !
Every concession,or subsidy in whatever form
As a contribution or donation to charity
Value this as a highest prize , volition is the
Sacred power to choose ,use that power well
Efficacy empowering the production of results
By marching forward in a positive direction
Ranges of choices sometimes oh so wide as to
Make a decision very difficult indeed.
Two equally ,typically undesirable alternatives
We get to know typically as a dilemma
An act of choosing to take up one option as
Opposed to another to maintain momentum
Knowing that there’s no apparent option rather
than the real , you have “Hobson’s choice”
Embarras de richesses you become spoilt for
Choice, is the other side of the coin.
From the comparison betwixt the humble poet
And the power hungry “Megalomaniac,
Optimising in an act of choosing between the
two, voluntary ,of one’s own free will Choose
Rights to act or judge by your power of choice
you may call this discretion,one or t’other
God grants such power as yet unmaterialised
and unrealised which he labels potential.
Relinquish that potential at your peril
you may never live to see that choice again
An area of power and influence you may get
to understand as your domain but reflect
Never take for granted the greatest power,
the power to choose.
Twitter and chat with all and sundry
relatives you’re born to, friends you choose
Even if you use your power of wit n influence
and see it as weight n clout you throw about
Delegate or depute and assign somebody to
make your choices for you. No don’t quit !
The A to Z of choices takes no time to ponder
If you take for granted the power to choose
Even by commencing from “A”. Aha . Eureka!
you have chosen first time lucky .But wait. !
Great though he may appear as the “Boy”
of your dreams, will he stand the test of time?
Retiring back into your shell ,your”Colleagues“
At work never choose to know the real you.
Every “Demi-God “or “Elder”that you meet ,
give respect to ,spoil it all by choosing not to.
An “F” word muttered under your breath .
A “Gender” question,which choice of path?
To “Hero-worship” then a real life commitment
“Interpreters “ of choices thru a Drago Man
Established in the art of choice as lead by
“Jesus” Christ “Knowledge “that it will not fail
Superimposed, will “Liquidise “and blend
all the choices that are available “Mmmmm”
To the most “Natural “smoothie that you have
ever chosen to drink. “Ohhhh” yes. !
Pause and “ Pause” again ,do we really under
stand the power of choice. Procrastinate !
Oh put off until tomorrow, “Quit” whilst ahead
“Realise” your winnings in the now.
Weather you “Seek” perfection ,or an easy
way out . “ Take” heart it is your choice
Ethereal choice becomes the mother of
invention, when and where necessities dwell
React with an un-earthly prowess and ability
to establish what was to be the right choice.
The “ Virtual “ choice that you could have
made under the circumstances, bono-fide.
Having and knowing you have the power
Of choice, it leaves it in your hands.
Even if you get the choice “Wrong” this time
it is your mistake , no one else’s
Pretty soon you will know the error and mark
It with an “X” n strive to get it right next time
Only “You “ have this individual power
To make up your own mind .You do, don’t you
We can all be as”Zealous “and pedantic as
You like in life but choices win through .
Even if you can’t be bothered to take the
Choice to read this poem, on and on and on.
Reacting in a moment of impatience.
“ what am I doing wasting time reading this?”
To have a power of choice is a valuable power
not granted to all people of the world.
Oh stay with me ! Tell me that you understand
the meaning of this poem. Do I make it clear
Can you choose? Do you choose? Are you
exercising a sacred power that you’re given?
Holy power, not given to timid mice sitting
on the fence waiting for the right choice
Oh no ! Never take for granted the greatest
power, the power to choose.
Onlookers and bystanders are you learning
from any of the simple examples I have set?
See unless you see and understand the good
and bad choices made by man thru ages .
Earth and the Universe would have failed
In its quest to provide a Heaven that we seek
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Written by Philip. 2010.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
like a flower in a high place,
i cannot help but gaze upon
the beauty prospering adverse
to callous wind and granite stone;
one day i will watch you fall grace-
fully, petals aflutter, and mourn
the absence your passing creates:
a world less beautiful and rare.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
A medium of perpetual reflections
that never swing
between the antecedent
occasions that were between now.
For a horizon never setting is rising
before the winding fractions that
perceive the timely momentum
going forth before every step.
The past is a frame of what is expected,
what was learnt as mistakes.
Guiding us to not misstep on those
faults but build bridges forward.
We have so many memories to make,
so many pages not yet written.
But every page is a footstep and were
only half way through our novel
of life's moments.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
Half a century is over now
It doesn't feel that long at all
Time flew by so incredibly fast
But now with 50 life gonna be a blast
Because 50 is not a state but just a number
And it's all down to mind set to feel younger
So today I am celebrating all these decades
Whatever the future brings, I will embrace
Some of you are part of my life story
So I'm thanking you in poetry
With a 'cheers to us all' let's raise our glasses everyone
To years ahead of good times and loads of fun
Thank you to all of my online friends for all the memories
We met on the net and over the years became family
You know who you are
And I treasure you, be you near or afar
❤
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
It took me a while to see
Life inside the dream
Explored every detail
Find no place rather to be
Then turned page, next
Illustrated, all world’s silence
Rescued escalating warmth
God does day shift in the Earth
Then
Takes break at night.
During sleep they are pure God
On awakening
I doubt,
Probably 50:50.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
You never really know what’s coming,
a small wave, a big one.
Life is surprising,
because someone came along.
With every crash of a wave,
the stress is washed away.
Every minute spent with you,
I have faced the earth, brave.
The day arrived when I had to wear my veil,
a beautiful white lace of purity.
This day embarks us to set sail,
of our moments of gentle charity.
It may be inevitable,
for the high tides to drown us away.
Let’s not make our impulses irrevocable.
Together we can fight the days of gray.
Waves don’t die,
same as my love for you.
Look at the sky,
the stars shine for me and you.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
They said we couldn't beat the Steelers.
We did.
They said we couldn't beat the Seahawks.
We did.
They said there is no way to beat the Panthers.
We did.
And as for us, we did it! We WON the SUPER BOWL 50!
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
From the daily rising of the sun
and its subsequent sunset, know…
that you’ve been summoned by God.
Evident from the Universe’s glow,
His Presence, perfect in beauty,
shines eternally over all of Zion.
Christ’s majesty has been revealed!
Behold the Lamb, Who is the Lion
of Judah and the ruler of Heaven.
Though He may be presently silent,
final judgments will be executed;
His decisions won’t remain latent.
Unto Himself and the Heavenly host,
He gathers His consecrated people;
under the bright, celestial sphere,
His righteousness fills His temple.
Now witnessing His glory, we notice
the continuing reign of His justice.
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Author Notes
Inspired by:
Psa 50:1-6
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Tailored love of indescribable passion.
"Mr grey, my type of love is now in fashion."
You've got this amazing **** that only desires my palm.
Red hand prints.
Excitement that doesn't entirely harm.
Delicate and fine a thong that yearns for my teeth.
Removed and discarded.
After Christmas like that wreath.
******* that only imagine the warmth of hands.
Running all over you.
Following each and all my demands.
Lips supple only to the press of my own.
The way you sound.
Lust you've never known.
Hips that don't exist without the pressure of mine.
Careful what you ask for.
In Pandoras box you might find.
Kisses are like a dance one must lead.
Back and forth battle for more.
I'm dominating its what you need.
I'll certainly put you in your place.
Take head you have no power.
Your place is under me with all that grace.
On top of me so I can see that face.
Where ever I want.
Pulling your hair if it pleases me just an inch more.
What pleases me pleases you.
Of that im sure.
Just to make you feel ***** and alive again.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
And so she edited herself
to forgive herself.
Because I failed to fit into the boarder lines of society I am an outlaw.
I color my skin in 50 shades of make up, what they dont know is that what they see is 50 shades of pain, 50 shades of ****** up, 50 shades of death under the moonlight,
As I lay by the beach side death caresses my skin, we lay side by side.
watching the sun set, we talk about the future, horror stories that lay beyond the horizon.
beautiful shades of red that the world is yet to see.
I edit my skin because I wish that life would take a second glance at me... these emotions I go through, these smiles, cries and whatever I do to seem human are my 50 shades of pain.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Most of us believe in a second chance
But is it a good idea?
Why give a chance to someone that walked on you in the first place?
Are you worth a chance ?
Will you not repeat what you did already ?
Well maybe that's why the word chance means how it sounds
A chance
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Saturday afternoon: She came over for the audition. She was wearing a black leather mini, black blouse, black fish net stockings and black high heels. She was hot. So was I...She told me to get on my knees and look under her shirt. Her perfectly shaved ***** greeted me, followed by her flat stomach and bra-less breast. I couldn't resist - I reached up, grabbed her, and throw her on the couch. I wanted to **** her right there but, she stopped me. She said that she wanted to touch it first. That, she loved touching her ***** after it's shaved- the friction of flesh rubbing against flesh, the sensation, made her *** harder. She said she wanted me to shave her the next time - so I can watch her *** the help her wash everything off. She says a lot of things... After all, its only an audition
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC