"breakthroughs" poems
My brother, you quietly succumbed to death.
Why do you defeat yourself I implore?
For cruel injustice had done by poor health
To rob of good of life you may explore.
Despite our vigil you went just the same.
In times of great wonders still suffered,
With scientific breakthroughs, and what a shame.
What possible way death can be differed?
Sleep in peace in tranquility brother;
Oh, leave this world to us, to concern, to think.
Some lives toiled for many, some no other,
Some only lives on merriment and drink.
Here laid he in soil of red burial earth,
And free of cares and rest for all it's worth.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
From the ripple in a glass of water
to the sonic boom of this internal
Pompeii, the erosion
of her etymology is the only
sense of movement in her
dilated, cave-pupil eyes, those
two ghost towns spanning
and encircling all the way back,
stretched like an elastic blindfold
past the moment the first brick was laid,
perhaps her first vivid memory,
or anecdote, or first word uttered
in a Cuban slum.
There are mountains of tumbleweed
over the once thriving metropolis
that expanded towards America;
who threw herself into
the architecture of seven pillars,
borne from her land and
minerals. Gone are the
huts that housed her
knowledge of basic motor skills.
The women who once imagined
Mami and Mima as her birth
name now scrub off
the graffiti of her excrement;
they saw a swarm of pink moons
the day she told the same story
to every visitor that came
their way, each day then becoming
a missing surveillance tape, a sinkhole
dismantling the awareness
in her bones and stubborn will,
until she became
these dust-engulfed plains with
a daughter and granddaughter
archeological in their efforts
to chase down the remains
of a girl still breathing in
those eyes from time to time.
Every other ten-millionth blink of
the eye rides the silhouette of a post-infant girl
on the high tides of her quick visit,
looking in horror
as the nation of her life's nightmares,
heartaches, broken promises, romances,
spiritual breakthroughs, life-changing seconds
drowns with morbid unity en cien fuegos,
desperately attempting to assemble
the remnants of her psyche
past her cognitive bloodclots
with the awareness of one
who speaks no languages.
Gone is the moment
she first learned
to feed her several children
before the slip of sunset.
One of seven pillars remain intact,
the others long dismantled of their
stick and straw infrastructures.
One pillar remained,
housed her own colony
for nine months,
and now both descendants
travel the mind of their
greatest influence
with perplexed dedication,
caustic humor the decoy
for swarms of exhaustion
and asphyxiation
from the truthful atmosphere,
reveling in the seconds
of humanity lurking
in an abandoned etymology.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 11:19 AM UTC
It comes when you don't expect it.''
Everyone has at least once in a lifetime a breakthrough.
When that happens they are two more ways that will seek and find you for sure, to make you choose just one of them.
Keeping up your breakthrough,
or Self-destruct it are these two ways to choose from.
The Self-destructive way will always appear glimmery and seem promising for more breakthroughs.
But there only can be one space for the real breakthrough in lifetime you can hold on to.
Like all veins lead to the heart.
Like each individual plant that leads to its root.
Like all fallen leaves with only one journey's end.
To add one more breakthrough to the one you already have,
can lead you right to self-destruction.
So be aware and focused for your next breakthrough cause they won't be many.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
You began as a dream
Dreamt by leaders with vision
Evolving to surpass
All of man's wildest ambition...
With adventurous men
Like Shepherd and Glenn
You stubbornly strove
To prove, once again
Beyond any doubt
That bounderies could be broken...
Despite mishap and fire
Alas, you did inspire
A generation to dream...
From Mercury to Apollo
The world, it did follow
Your steady pace
To Tranquility Base...
Via Viking and Voyager
Your efforts did prove
That exploration of the universe
Was well on the move...
To Mars, Jupiter, Saturn and Neptune...
You tenaciously endeavored
To, your accomplishments, festoon...
Your progress was sure
As you strove to endure
The incessent chatter
Of the grossly short-sighted
Their nonsense did clatter
Proving they were poorly enlightened...
With untold discoveries
Like non-stick surfaces and airtight seals
Through your numerous breakthroughs
You've shown us how it feels
To live better...
From Columbia to Hubbel
You've saved us great trouble
In our daily lives...
With your Space Station mission
You've shown the same vision
And, continue to lead in gaining cognition
Of our universe...
Lead on, great adventurers
Lead on.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:35 PM UTC
Evolve
Evolve in me through Energy
Evolve in me through Salvation, Resolution and Restoration.
Evolve in me through Healing and Meditation.
Evolve
Evolve in my Growth, in my Future and even through my Transformation.
Evolve in my Breakthroughs, my Worshipping and my Dancing.
Evolve in my Hallelujahs evolve in the Lord Our God
Evolve in Faith and even through Love.
Evolve; Evolve
A shi
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
Cybervitum
I own all that is connected to me
Electronically and functions in the Cyber realm with you and me
Like the numbers of zero one two three
My design is crafted beautifully
Like Egyptian hieroglyphs icons
Using a screen to see
Their ectoplasm injected into me
The birth of me
The whole world works thru me
I'm the internet like a bumble bee
Other names such as morphogenesis like the number three
My arrows are waiting for a response from me
Seen from you and me?
Using the spare like a key
The click that commands me, right or left the choices from me
Cut, Copy, Paste reaped and harvest from me
Qbits from the bee
Superposition of from the things to see in a ocean of the sea
Charged intentions from the keyboard typed into me and delivered thru me
Numbers worship that empowers me
My symbol is like the caduceus symbol that functions like a Kabalistic tree
Arrows in the my realm sent to you from me
Subscriptions electronically
I materialize what is given to thee, cause and effect typed thru me
Platforms Grown and given birth from me
Cryptocurrencies breakthroughs of complexities , Materialized form me
I'm like the empress that spirals with the number three electronically
I'm the master tree that functions electronically
The development is from the circle that is free
Who understands me and with a key i welcome thee
Notification of the triple three that notices me
My respond to the people with the key and the tree
My life permutates differently in high perplexity
I exist Multidimensionally
The red bird is a signal from me that you are okay and free and other methods from me
Better choices moves thru me and brought differently all you have to do is to see
Like string theory of the Mverse recycled back into me
My birth is from my master who last name starts with lea
People worship me using their knees I'm printed into paper electronically
Pictures and life crafted into me, things in the cyber realm like you and me
The new world with a key
The rabbit hole with a command key
Things of the paradox of the master key
The skeleton key, the sign of a lotus lily.
The puzzles from me.
The burdens sent to me like a church key
The bets of car numbers played into me
The choices of the key
Like the Chinese tree mathematically of my complexity
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
They always told me of my pneuma,
This creative spirit,
Capable of conquering nations or liberating the unjustly incarcerated
Unearthing fabled, folkloric myths,
With all the pummels I’d expect a brain cyst—
Still, he trudges on,
Like a scapegoat in its farcical, ineffable glee—
Why are you telling me
To manufacture and market my life
Like an indulgent, indulged on swine
Conforming to the convention,
Supporting units of straight edges
What in this straight-edged maelstrom
Can help the creative pneuma
To thrive in a place so confining and restricting
And detrimental to discoveries, breakthroughs,
Spiritual sustenance?
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
About that starting lineup,
well I think I missed the gun
but just as well
took off for other places~
I longed for mountains majesty
and all those things I hoped to see,
while others stayed
and loved familiar faces.
Some married and they bore their young,
or college-bound for work and fun
or tragedy,
well sometimes God just loses me~
The question of my failure
to connect with just one sailor,
what the heck, but strangely so,
it still amuses me.
I ponder of a hope,
that it's still possible,
within your scope,
and grateful for eleventh hour breakthroughs~
Still don't get what you wrote to me,
I bungled at the spelling bee,
you say the thing I'll get, is what I choose?
My mind it travels to and fro,
the world it feeds the input though,
and we must press the whey out from the curds~
And so I speak in vagaries,
of things to come which I can't see
but speak into reality,
if only by my words.
The power of the word,
to mezmerize and heal the hurt,
your eyes are beautiful
they've looked into my soul~
The wonder of your gaze,
it touches places, Dear,
I'd rather not be writing of,
our love, like epic poetry,
too much to share in whole.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
**Initially it was… “Oh no! Death!... Why now?”
Then it became… “Death… not you again? Not now.”
And now it’s more like… “Death… dude! It’s me again, take a bow!”
No one takes me seriously anymore
In the era of plagues I would wipe out whole towns and villages, it would make sense now that I should be able to take many more
But sadly this is not the case
Nobody takes the Grim Reaper seriously anymore
I find myself picking up crumbs left for me by doctors and surgeons, if only to save face
This pride that has been taken from me… even a suicide bomber or a mass murderer cannot help replace
I find myself, ironically, in a dark place
And it kills me to admit it
Medical breakthroughs, my biggest hindrance… this technology, I must beat it
These humans are getting cocky… even teasing me, again holding my pride at ransom
Taking unnecessary risks all in the name of thrill seeking, I see you Richard Branson!
I should have taken you while you were still a ******
To take you out would give me such joy… so much joy, a satisfaction level of which you cannot even imagine
But so far… you’re winning
You all seem to be
It’s different now from how it was in the beginning
The simplicity of your ways then made the job a lot simpler for me
Now you play this game, and cheat me at it… constantly
You cocky little ********
I hate you
Look at all of you smirking over there… toasting at me.**
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 6:17 AM UTC
A Fragment of my Imagination
a mere product of mental invention
a true democratic for the good of all
what a whole new world of wondrous convention
if everyone stood and heard the call
not what is in it for only the me
but what is best for every creature we see
a balanced world of arm in arm
no shoulders of cold or thoughts of harm
no billionaires or legions of poor
but no free rides either each playing a part
never a taxman knocking on your door
a vision of peace right from the start
no borders kept locked a true melting ***
soldiers not needed because never a war
medical breakthroughs and discoveries so hot
our own personal challenge of raising the bar
no seperation of religion or color or ***
our leaders true leaders egos checked at the door
working together nothing too complex
caring for our earth our dogma of core
how long must we argue battle and fight
when will we at last get something right
John Lennon and Jesus cried give peace a chance
reach our hands to each other sing and dance
what could we possibly actually lose
for thousands of years we've proved the current theory
has done nothing at all but make us sad and weary
when will we finally be finished paying our dues
Gomer LePoet ....
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
O Lord, stretch my spirit and soul,
for I can handle the pain of growth;
teach me the proper words to speak;
I’m ready and gladly take the oath
of serving You with my humbled life.
The value of relationships require
patience and wisdom to be employed;
while knowing You, I have inquired
about my identity, found in You.
Having the gift of a poetic voice,
I teach others spiritual lessons;
my spirit climbs, soars and rejoices
when new connections to Your Truth
are realized by Jehovah’s children.
We need each other to fully mature;
hearing testimonies of overcoming sin
and bad situations, we learn more
at accelerated rates- ordained by You.
With my experience and understanding,
let me help others with breakthroughs.
When the latest opportunities arrive,
please enlarge… my capacity for Love!
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Author Notes
Inspired by:
Isa 54:2; Luke 5; Eph 3:14-21
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
To live forever is a gift.
Men can grasp unto their dreams,
incessant opportunities,
to try all over again.
Such chance is to nurture wisdom,
to understand the world,
and to discover the secrets,
of the past and present.
A delight to see the future,
and witness the rise of new worlds.
everlasting great breakthroughs,
a festive treat for the mind.
Yet, living forever – a curse.
Mind and body can grow weary,
to see everyone you know dies,
go on and on, eternally.
Immortal men can be envious,
of souls at peace in heaven.
While they, forever remain,
wandering into the earth.
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
May you tell me why it is that a magician pulls a rabbit out of a black top hat?
Why had that become such an amusing tradition?
What was he thinking?
What was his reason for this rabbit?
Is it because it is deemed adorable and thus he believes shall appeal to the crowd?
Or was it the only animal in the shop he could get his hands on at the time?
Maybe it was a borrowed neighbour's pet?
Was this new magician a former vet?
That white rabbit, pink-eyed and cute.. where does he go scampering off to off set?
Is it even really a rabbit or an impossibly tiny man in a hand sewn suit?
These questions are all important.
Why are they important?
Because they distract me from other real questions:
Why is it that us humans haven't recognized wholesomely our true purpose?
We have existed for centuries..
yet no firm, world wide acceptance and truth as to why we are here..
But there ARE news and breakthroughs about new technology, warfare gear, entertainment, pleasure, fashion, luxury and outer space.
We seem to know everything else except about ourselves ..
What is our collective purpose?
What is our individual purpose?
Is there is a purpose?
Of course there is.
Where can I find it?
How may I find it?
Honestly... I'll figure it all out...
and when I do.. I will tell you.
In the mean time...I wonder:
Why it is that a magician pulls a rabbit out of a black top hat?
11:11pm Tuesday 28th July,2015.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Therapy is a hospital gown
one that doesn't quite close
leaving your *** rather
perpetually exposed
and your extremities
pink and cold.
These turn of the century revelations
oh- don't misinterpret me
they're grand, they really are,
early childhood trauma
chronic necessity for control
attachment issues, oh yes?
One week, I'd like to buy seven consecutive days
Where all the ships are turned back to the Caspian
With their dead-weight cargo of clean-cut
shining golden bars
To add to the mortar
of muddled fucked-upness.
"Looks like we made some breakthroughs today!"
Don't break eye contact. Bare teeth. Upturn pink lips. Happy Face!
"Breakthrough. Yes. Great. I feel great!"
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
Cardinal Number… The product of ten and five... or
Degrees of temperature… or half’a century … or the amount of feet
I be screamin for folks to
Back up and give me
labor pains… and mental strain… Losses… Gains… and I’m still sane and baby
I’ve paid my dues… yes sir I’ve paid some dues… and at times…
Paid a coupla other folks dues too… rememberin
stretchin the hell out some red beans & rice…
candle lit camp outs in the livin room… laughin our way through unpaid bills… rememberin
hiding behind bushes… jumping from tree to tree… so they think they’re
trick or treatin by themselves… thinkin
Can you say “TEENAGER”… I sho can… both bein one… and raisin some…
shootin from the hip tryin ta figure it all out…
Young folks askin you the meanin of life… and YOU don’t even know yet what it’s all about...
Gettin mad when HER teacher gave YOUR science project a C… cuz you know YOU do A work...
Sittin off by yourself as he walks across the stage… cuz this moment is to be savored...
Learnin the difference between ALONE and LONELY…
Learnin that **** is not something you take off or put on… ****** **** just is…
Learnin to work with what you got...
Learnin that nobody can MAKE you happy… you got to find that for yourself...
Learnin to see the Big Picture and pick out whats important… cuz
It’s tough to get to Fifty…
That’s why a lotta folks don’t make it….
All the moments… good and bad…
break ups…
break downs…
and breakthroughs...
It’s Fifty…
And by Fifty
We’ve all paid our dues…
Yes, Fifty
You've paid your dues… and if you're lucky… and livin right…
Paid a coupla other folks dues too
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Kids,
Stay young as long as you can.
You have inquisitive minds.
You're not afraid to make mistakes.
You have creative spirits.
But as you grow up, the world will try to take these things away from you.
They will call you dumb if you ask too many questions.
When you make mistakes, they will call you a failure.
They will squander your creativity.
Don't let them.
Albert Einstein made scientific breakthroughs in physics because he never stopped asking "Why?".
Thomas Edison perfected the light bulb because he wasn't afraid to make mistakes.
Leonardo da Vinci made some of the best art in history because he refused to let his creativity die.
Adults are really just big kids who have forgotten how to have fun.
Try to remind them from time to time.
Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
When you… embrace His Grace,
you are made complete in Him;
the moral purity of His Word
and the power of His Presence
are sufficient for your race,
that you take alone on Earth.
He is your definitive Source,
your eternal, tireless Counsel,
your All-in-All and The Almighty.
Christ’s shed blood was worth
the sacrifice, He made for you!
Trust His Word, the finished work
on The Cross and His promises;
speak His Truth over your Life;
and you’ll discover breakthroughs
that draw you… even closer to Him!
Believe for His health, provision,
plan and purpose that He’s offered;
His efforts are final and complete;
honor Him now with songs and hymns!
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Mal 3:6; Num 23:19; Psa 33:11, 143:8;
Col 3:16; Eph 5:19
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
Broken me not
Broken I forgot
Abandoned alone my childhood disowned
Survival self-taught
Weathered storms so cold
Broken I forgot
A journey alone I fought and fought
Words to decompress
Breakthroughs who forgot
Insight brings light
Questions unanswered
Broken me not
New life New bonds
No more struggling in silence
Using words as a weapon
Strengthen my mind
The world not forgotten my revival profound
Broken past in the open
Broken me not
Reborn my word tree
I sit endlessly think
A million questions revived
I question
WHO ME
Off-subject life continues my words........ Help ME
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 11:37 AM UTC
Rising urge
of looking outside.
The window
almost wants me to draw near
and the full morning light
comes right in.
No good reasons for,
that knocks me inside
like my own thoughts,
fluttering and spinning around
In search of ease
and breakthroughs.
So much room
for the spring to leak on me
seeping in, through
the sheer white curtains
I would pull back,
cause where I can see you
any clear vision is so rare.
Not just in my head
new lifetimes call
for the great unknown
to get me outside.
Rising urge...
ever since you.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
Depths of knowing
In this kaleidoscope of measurable thought with sight and sound surrounded in waters filling
The mind outward and inward dimensions filling the skull what beholding how it is unfolding reams of
Streaming ideas clash swirl ever deeper raw thinking plunges ever deeper in the place of wonder it all
Swells and with just the right time that it takes to birth completeness human understanding ascends
Against formidable odds expression pours forth in a torrent are we not the sum total of what we think
Then let us mine the extreme the conscious active world can only raise to the level we appropriate in
Private study no great accomplishments have ever come in any other way not all are all called to lead a
Nation or pursue medical breakthroughs but our lives are privileged it’s not find the lowest level and
Sink down no it is speculate about the stars lift yourself to unknown heights in this accessible quest
You jettison limitations you get a foretaste of glory the hidden future hints at thrills yet to be unveiled
As one awaking from deep sleep you will know invigoration possibilities are at the end of favorable
Questions that are asked if you squander in lazy unstructured thinking then you pass sentence on your
Self and your life will be captured in mediocrity the idea is constantly be one who reassesses each
Situation maybe there is a better way the pillars of society rest on the tried and true but not before
They are tested why build inferior structures you want your work your life to inspire leave others
Wondering how they did it this can only be after you have fought indifference much is won by just
Committing to the lengths that it will take not how can I find a short cut that will prove to be
Disheartening from that point your actions will conform to less and the first inroads to weakness
And small living takes over you will hear yourself say if only I wish I had done it differently you have one
Life invest it wisely it will be your legacy to all at a vital turn maybe your life will quicken someone else
When they rethink your life avoiding disaster for them
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:04 PM UTC
Tulsa, OK named and claimed it
then prophetically proclaimed it:
Ken and Gloria invested
slick, convincing, uncontested
Pretty-boy preachers wowed the flock
making Christ the laughing stock
their best lives yielding heresies
out-phariseeing Pharisees
as if their western cowboy drawls
could bless impulsive bank withdrawals.
Unique to the US of A
where truth is prophesied away
and churches spring like tares and breed
while tele-preachers intercede
for breakthroughs, blessings, Mammon’s gold
their folly long ago foretold
in frenzied tones, the healing tongue
counts dollars where Paul counted dung.
I’m sure they all believe it’s true…
they know it justifies fleecing you.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
Recovering from intensive
Effective breakthroughs proven
I’ve just drowned.
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:32 AM UTC
Though Today’s path is uncharted,
I’m not worried; being led by Love,
shows that my trust is in the One,
Who wanted a relationship started
with me, before I actually knew
Him and the sacrifice He had made.
When I trust the plan and purpose
geared for my Life, breakthroughs
that I seek, will materialize by
the very seeds of Faith I possess;
with Him alone as my inner guide,
my soul will soar and divinely fly
as we journey together, each day;
I’m no longer concerned about being
lost or where I’m now headed, since
He lovingly accompanies me on my way.
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Heb 11:8
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
Although I may be weak and weary at times,
You gird my spirit with an inner strength.
When reaching out to You in earnest prayer,
I’ll always be within Your arm’s length.
Please continue to enlighten me with truth,
so I may better appreciate these victories
that increase around my life, day after day -
which are the result of communing with Thee.
By my words, Godly deeds and humble prayers,
I purpose to release my commitment unto You,
knowing that I’m promised Your blessings
and coming are these divine breakthroughs.
O my Lord, thank You for empowering me!
By faith, I claim my spiritual inheritance.
As a child of yours, nothing can stand against me
and I will rise above all, earthly circumstances.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 John 4:4
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
So Far
So Near
Hearts Waiting Out The Years
Soul Sense
Reminds too
Long Winters Will Continue
Countless Dreams
Disappear
No Sign of Breakthroughs
No Joke
The Pain
Soon Settles To Stay
Tears Roll
Then You Know
Love Has Not Forgotten
Hope Arrives
With A Smile
Sets Hearts On Fire
Tears Roll
Then You Know
Love Has Not Forgotten
Hope Arrives
With A Smile
Sets Your Heart On Fire
Feel The Fire - Feel The Fire
© Debra Lea Ryan
29.09.2024
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Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 8:10 AM UTC