#thistle - Hello Poetry

Help yourselves dear poets if you have fever use filtered martinelly apple juice or any brand you got dilude it with water a glass every hour it has boron it heals cutting fevers fast I used in my children tylenol can harm liver. ~~~~~~ for the stronger health users go organic carrot and (beat juice- -optional) if you only want water distiled is best one gallon add 20 drops of oregano leaf oil and only drink this is antiviral. fir one day or two ~~~~~~ If you tolerate take on raw garlic two or more Clove's blend them in filtered, or boiled or distilled water or even Gatorade electrolyte or smart water add cayenne pepper or any hot peppers you have like cayenne it's good for heart ( no halapeños they irritate intestinal lining ) add sea salt to taste cilantro if you have add two yellow lemon juices freshly squeezed one hole mandarine or small organic orange add ginger root fresh a finger size slice add turmeric fresh root you have apple cider vinegar with the mother in add some one tablespoon optional add multivitamin mineral and vitamin C ascorvic acid 8f no lemon available. if you feel anxiety check thyroid it controls brain chemicals add a thyroid supplement vitamin to shake open capsule and blend all these and drink five onces every 3 hours. it's anti virulent immune system booster 200 mg of vitamin B complex nightly in powder form will stop your restless leg syndroms help nerves and good sleep add but D3 If you dear find milk thistle it heals detox liver tastes great open one or two capsules in glass of water I drink this daily. ~~~~~ Stay blessed all poets visitors friends you are much loved. by Karijinbba

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Mar 15, 2020

Mar 15, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC

karijinbba

Eddited Antiviricidal Blend it

Help yourselves dear poets if you have fever use filtered martinelly apple juice or any brand you got dilude it with water a glass every hour it has boron it heals cutting fevers fast I used in my children tylenol can harm liver. ~~~~~~ for the stronger health users go organic carrot and (beat juice- -optional) if you only want water distiled is best one gallon add 20 drops of oregano leaf oil and only drink this is antiviral. fir one day or two ~~~~~~ If you tolerate take on raw garlic two or more Clove's blend them in filtered, or boiled or distilled water or even Gatorade electrolyte or smart water add cayenne pepper or any hot peppers you have like cayenne it's good for heart ( no halapeños they irritate intestinal lining ) add sea salt to taste cilantro if you have add two yellow lemon juices freshly squeezed one hole mandarine or small organic orange add ginger root fresh a finger size slice add turmeric fresh root you have apple cider vinegar with the mother in add some one tablespoon optional add multivitamin mineral and vitamin C ascorvic acid 8f no lemon available. if you feel anxiety check thyroid it controls brain chemicals add a thyroid supplement vitamin to shake open capsule and blend all these and drink five onces every 3 hours. it's anti virulent immune system booster 200 mg of vitamin B complex nightly in powder form will stop your restless leg syndroms help nerves and good sleep add but D3 If you dear find milk thistle it heals detox liver tastes great open one or two capsules in glass of water I drink this daily. ~~~~~ Stay blessed all poets visitors friends you are much loved. by Karijinbba

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I am a plant. I am a thistle. Cirsium arvense. Creeping thistle. When you first see me I am a beautiful, colourful flower. But if you come closer, you will notice two things. 1. I can ***** you. My needles are few and nearly invisible, but very sharp. 2. I am not ONE flower. I am a cluster of a hundred tiny flowers. I am possibility. My opportunities were not the best when I was a seedling. The ground was dry and the sun burning. However, as the forest around me, the sunlight that hit me directly lessened. The rain made the ground more fertile. The ground is still too dry. I need more moisture to live. It is difficult to see the sun at all through the dense trees. I wish I could at least see a little bit of the sun. I am a plant. I am a thistle.

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Oct 9, 2022

Oct 9, 2022 at 8:54 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Creeping Thistle

I am a plant. I am a thistle. Cirsium arvense. Creeping thistle. When you first see me I am a beautiful, colourful flower. But if you come closer, you will notice two things. 1. I can ***** you. My needles are few and nearly invisible, but very sharp. 2. I am not ONE flower. I am a cluster of a hundred tiny flowers. I am possibility. My opportunities were not the best when I was a seedling. The ground was dry and the sun burning. However, as the forest around me, the sunlight that hit me directly lessened. The rain made the ground more fertile. The ground is still too dry. I need more moisture to live. It is difficult to see the sun at all through the dense trees. I wish I could at least see a little bit of the sun. I am a plant. I am a thistle.

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The Aery Faery Princess by Michael R. Burch for Keira There once was a princess lighter than fluff made of such gossamer stuff— the down of a thistle, butterflies’ wings, the faintest high note the hummingbird sings, moonbeams on garlands, strands of bright hair ... I think she’s just you when you’re floating on air! Keywords/Tags: child, children, humor, light verse, princess, fairy, gossamer, thistle, butterfly, hummingbird, moonbeams, floating, flying

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Apr 1, 2020

Apr 1, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

The Aery Faery Princess

The Aery Faery Princess by Michael R. Burch for Keira There once was a princess lighter than fluff made of such gossamer stuff— the down of a thistle, butterflies’ wings, the faintest high note the hummingbird sings, moonbeams on garlands, strands of bright hair ... I think she’s just you when you’re floating on air! Keywords/Tags: child, children, humor, light verse, princess, fairy, gossamer, thistle, butterfly, hummingbird, moonbeams, floating, flying

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A thistle in a meadow is bold and beautiful, not because it's different, but because it was given a chance to grow... ©

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Sep 14, 2019

Sep 14, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC

Bkc2u71

Thoughts 101

A thistle in a meadow is bold and beautiful, not because it's different, but because it was given a chance to grow... ©

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I’d reach out to you but you're so **** crusty. I remember when you were colourful and full of life. I kept my distance because even then you were a ***** ©

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Aug 31, 2019

Aug 31, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC

Bkc2u71

Whithering Thistle

I’d reach out to you but you're so **** crusty. I remember when you were colourful and full of life. I kept my distance because even then you were a ***** ©

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Alluring was her beauty; sweet as the roses that intoxicated the air and soft as the petals that caressed their skin. But look deeper to the roots you’ll see the thistle she hides; For if you get to close you’ll see a different side.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC

SabilaSiddiqui

Alluring Beauty Of A Rose

Alluring was her beauty; sweet as the roses that intoxicated the air and soft as the petals that caressed their skin. But look deeper to the roots you’ll see the thistle she hides; For if you get to close you’ll see a different side.

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Thistle You are so beautiful Fierce in appearance I can imagine Stepping on you With bare feet Here and there I can hear my screech Your thorns Thwarting an invasion Imagining with delight The love of a country You are Legend Magic starts Seeds waiting For the sun to shine Floating in the dark of the night Like a puffy cloud Once Brilliant photons Start raining down You thistledown As if it’s just your dream Blown by the wind

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC

Sadtra

Thistle

Thistle You are so beautiful Fierce in appearance I can imagine Stepping on you With bare feet Here and there I can hear my screech Your thorns Thwarting an invasion Imagining with delight The love of a country You are Legend Magic starts Seeds waiting For the sun to shine Floating in the dark of the night Like a puffy cloud Once Brilliant photons Start raining down You thistledown As if it’s just your dream Blown by the wind

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I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC

deanna

Vents

I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.

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