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Movements of Easter Movement betrays intent or reveals hearts’ content? Resisting movement also reveals how one’s mind heals. The Spirit’s whisper Illuminates Go(O)d’s lament And more significantly, His magnificent intent.

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Apr 11, 2025

Apr 11, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC

bekahalle

Lent Collection #39 - Movements of Easter

Movements of Easter Movement betrays intent or reveals hearts’ content? Resisting movement also reveals how one’s mind heals. The Spirit’s whisper Illuminates Go(O)d’s lament And more significantly, His magnificent intent.

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The infinite answer. There is no end, only new beginnings! I suspect that infinity is almost as small as it is large, though I feel a little bigger because I know how very small I am ...

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Oct 16, 2022

Oct 16, 2022 at 5:31 AM UTC

Purcy

The infinite answer

The infinite answer. There is no end, only new beginnings! I suspect that infinity is almost as small as it is large, though I feel a little bigger because I know how very small I am ...

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I wish I could see how I look behind the mirror... without any light, or surface. How would I appear without my reflection? I wish to take the journey into that vast expanse of formlessness where nothing matters: shapes, colours and even movements. A trapped shadow harbours a similar desire!

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Jan 27, 2021

Jan 27, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC

noren-tirtho

Behind the mirror

I wish I could see how I look behind the mirror... without any light, or surface. How would I appear without my reflection? I wish to take the journey into that vast expanse of formlessness where nothing matters: shapes, colours and even movements. A trapped shadow harbours a similar desire!

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Fly away little butterfly your wings are moving away from my reach farther than I see

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC

ThatDumbKid

Butterflies

Fly away little butterfly your wings are moving away from my reach farther than I see

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The sun warms my once chilled body Through pains of glass in a fast food pain glass window. The activity of life is artistic scenes rows of color Fresh Smells of exhaust The sounds of engines roaring The chatter of the morning customers The sweet laughed of children and grandfathers My heart beats with pride Simply seeing new visions of a day Out and about Alive and simply being a witness to the activity of life A visitor amongst the crowd Feeling the summer days start from the night. I feel truly alive and deeply spirited.

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC

kevin-michael-kappler

Movements of Day

The sun warms my once chilled body Through pains of glass in a fast food pain glass window. The activity of life is artistic scenes rows of color Fresh Smells of exhaust The sounds of engines roaring The chatter of the morning customers The sweet laughed of children and grandfathers My heart beats with pride Simply seeing new visions of a day Out and about Alive and simply being a witness to the activity of life A visitor amongst the crowd Feeling the summer days start from the night. I feel truly alive and deeply spirited.

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Those who choose to dig deeper must be willing to accept the dirt as truth and the mess as proof The only resolve is sharing tha loot with those who seek not to be aloof those who can recycle improve reuse Otherwise your pursuit becomes futile and vanity in roots That holds you trapped in a place that never bore fruit. Like a Pirate Tied to a ship who's sunken into frozen winter drifts Yelling at everyone who passes by Uneffected Bitter Colder Less Productive An Ivory Tusk Burned in private on public telivision

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC

TheSethnicity

Observations of a TruthSeeker (Pendulum Poetry)

Those who choose to dig deeper must be willing to accept the dirt as truth and the mess as proof The only resolve is sharing tha loot with those who seek not to be aloof those who can recycle improve reuse Otherwise your pursuit becomes futile and vanity in roots That holds you trapped in a place that never bore fruit. Like a Pirate Tied to a ship who's sunken into frozen winter drifts Yelling at everyone who passes by Uneffected Bitter Colder Less Productive An Ivory Tusk Burned in private on public telivision

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So many times Trying to turn reasons Into rhymes Newest muse Desperate attempt Only to fall short As soon as attention Noticed Wide eyed girl Obsessed may I Lacking depth As soon as Emotions copied Or furthermore Replaced Gravity With weights and stools Climbing higher Reaching further Grasping air While the painted red smile Walked further north And the Abled girl With wide frames; golden bay Lingered patterned Against broken scooters and watched While I made a fool over feet In autumn leaves and new beginnings You held my arm While minds wander Of heavenly thought Of what it would be like To hold your hand And not mess it up With my idiotic tongue And presumptuous lip Always rushing Like one constant race When the rules Clearly states Walk not run Try to slow my tracking feet From making another big leap Intensively driven Pretty glass eyes girl Did you want me to admit my defeat?

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC

TessCalogaras

Break ups and bad beginnings

So many times Trying to turn reasons Into rhymes Newest muse Desperate attempt Only to fall short As soon as attention Noticed Wide eyed girl Obsessed may I Lacking depth As soon as Emotions copied Or furthermore Replaced Gravity With weights and stools Climbing higher Reaching further Grasping air While the painted red smile Walked further north And the Abled girl With wide frames; golden bay Lingered patterned Against broken scooters and watched While I made a fool over feet In autumn leaves and new beginnings You held my arm While minds wander Of heavenly thought Of what it would be like To hold your hand And not mess it up With my idiotic tongue And presumptuous lip Always rushing Like one constant race When the rules Clearly states Walk not run Try to slow my tracking feet From making another big leap Intensively driven Pretty glass eyes girl Did you want me to admit my defeat?

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Sssssh! Ssh.. Movements will stand still. Silence will shout, God am stainless still, A minute of silence, Holy Spirit is hunting souls stainless. Death celebrates birthday the moment sin are committed like suicide, Don’t wish to see tomorrow, ‘cause tomorrow is so painful, Tomorrow joy will get married to sorrow,Blessing will be overpowered, bravery will be coward, Tomorrow joy will get married to sorrow, and Adam will ignore Eve to get married to serpent, Tomorrow Human will be Evil servants, Tomorrow Abel and Cain will have illicit *** and give birth to Avatars .................... ..................... ........................ .................... ..................... ....................... ................... ...................... ........................

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC

Artists capture moments for eternity In dried paint mimicking life But the stiff edges of them Are unable to show the emotions That flow off of everyone Softening their edges Bleeding more than my open vein Their colors are unable to resemble The stark red of my blood On the recently bleached porcelain Or pinpoint each star Of the galaxies within his eyes Nor are they able to blend their paints To show how the simple white pills Absorb the colors of my palm Or how they make each of his movements So drastic and sharp The way her body turns and twists When the music pulses within her Is something artists have yet to paint They may grasp how her hair twirls around her Getting stuck on her lipgloss But it will never look right Without the motion behind it The lack of music is deafening in their portraits They tried to capture the beauty of a songbird In a soundproof glass box

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC

water-in-my-veins

Still Life

Artists capture moments for eternity In dried paint mimicking life But the stiff edges of them Are unable to show the emotions That flow off of everyone Softening their edges Bleeding more than my open vein Their colors are unable to resemble The stark red of my blood On the recently bleached porcelain Or pinpoint each star Of the galaxies within his eyes Nor are they able to blend their paints To show how the simple white pills Absorb the colors of my palm Or how they make each of his movements So drastic and sharp The way her body turns and twists When the music pulses within her Is something artists have yet to paint They may grasp how her hair twirls around her Getting stuck on her lipgloss But it will never look right Without the motion behind it The lack of music is deafening in their portraits They tried to capture the beauty of a songbird In a soundproof glass box

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What is romance? Is it like a dance? Moving and swinging Swaying and spinning To the melody of the song Our movements so strong We move as one Until the song is done We may change our partner Or end up alone in the corner Or continue moving Ourselves blooming To this dance we do Something for me and you

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC

paramountpawn

What is romance?

What is romance? Is it like a dance? Moving and swinging Swaying and spinning To the melody of the song Our movements so strong We move as one Until the song is done We may change our partner Or end up alone in the corner Or continue moving Ourselves blooming To this dance we do Something for me and you

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When we are together Just me and you I imagine we are dancing tango Shoulder to shoulder Hand in hand Chest to chest Our lips are gently touching The rhythm of our bodies is leading us Step by step We lose eye contact for just a second But you tirelessly follow my steps And the moment I think that I have lost you again You enchant me with your irresistible glare I passionately grasp you and Trapped in a love embrace I fully commit to you and you you surrender completely to me When I breathe you exhale Our hearts beat to the same rhythm We have become a harmonious whole Even gravity has given up on us Because we obey one another Not the laws of nature As experienced dancers With fluid movements We transform the fire in us into a passionate dance Our Tango Argenitno

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC

afrodita-nestor

Our Tango Argentino

When we are together Just me and you I imagine we are dancing tango Shoulder to shoulder Hand in hand Chest to chest Our lips are gently touching The rhythm of our bodies is leading us Step by step We lose eye contact for just a second But you tirelessly follow my steps And the moment I think that I have lost you again You enchant me with your irresistible glare I passionately grasp you and Trapped in a love embrace I fully commit to you and you you surrender completely to me When I breathe you exhale Our hearts beat to the same rhythm We have become a harmonious whole Even gravity has given up on us Because we obey one another Not the laws of nature As experienced dancers With fluid movements We transform the fire in us into a passionate dance Our Tango Argenitno

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**This land, where we can roam free Boundaries have been set up Mapped by the pen of a cartographer Continents drifted apart, tectonic shifts Ripping across the land mass The mightiest of mountains turned to rubble Giving rise to new landmarks The fury spewing fire, the molten lava Created fissures along the ground Rivers of fire flowing across the veins of Earth Resentment of nature marched to new frontiers Earth transformed itself, to a new avatar New landscapes and greenery adorned it In the coronation ceremony of the usurper Commandeering life - forms to a new future We are living that dream for centuries Without an inkling of the next rebellion** © Amitav (Radiance)

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC

amitav

Our Land

**This land, where we can roam free Boundaries have been set up Mapped by the pen of a cartographer Continents drifted apart, tectonic shifts Ripping across the land mass The mightiest of mountains turned to rubble Giving rise to new landmarks The fury spewing fire, the molten lava Created fissures along the ground Rivers of fire flowing across the veins of Earth Resentment of nature marched to new frontiers Earth transformed itself, to a new avatar New landscapes and greenery adorned it In the coronation ceremony of the usurper Commandeering life - forms to a new future We are living that dream for centuries Without an inkling of the next rebellion** © Amitav (Radiance)

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