"carefull" poems
they listend to me when i said look.
they knew a meaningfull lesson i was about to shoot.
close your eyes and visualize your dreams for before you know it they ll become real.
expand your mind and free your soul and all your problems shall be solved.
never forget to stay positive. all the bad things are relative.
focus on your health and stay fit and watch your life take a lift.
sing this song and feel the beat for freedom is what we seek
trust your intuitions and praise the lord and all the answers will come to your door.
seek love in everything and you ll see the love in all the living
never forget what really matters health family friends and animals.
be yourself and seek your pleasures but if you abuse it you 'll lose this treasure.
trust me when i say be patient life isnt all.about.gold and diamonds.
In the right time you will recieve just the information that you need.
thats if ofcourse you chose the right path,if you didnt your actions wont last.
find laughter in everything. fun is the only medicine.
life is hard so be carefull dont rush things and stay in focus. for what you miss wont be retrieved.
love the children and never lie to them for the truths lies in their heart to the end.
take your emotions seriously. behind them hides life's mistery.
seek romance but in balance stay independent and love again.
dont fight people for energy, others sources give it to you for free.
send energy to those who need for giving is the greatest act indeed.
words of Harfouchism
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
I'm head starting the challenging life
12th grade decides my future strife.
Herein lies the mystery of tomorrow
Destiny of the mighty ship in my carefull row.
Not asking for incredible flourishing results
But delivering support for my stupendous work.
Not asking for imaginative unreachable marks
But holding my hands to provide the best of myself.
Not asking to pour elixir for hardwork devoid outcome
But strolling me through the gates of earnestness.
Not asking for your substitution in me
But to confront me with your intrepid grace.
Not asking for grade ten replica
But lending me the same earnest virtue.
Help me ignore the incompatible watchers,
To provide the least hope of comparing
Falling in despair in other's successful fruits.
But to help better and improvise my solitary results
And shelter me in your house of modesty.
No beneficial ranks but the submissive marks
that lends a hair to my cognitive efforts
To grant me light in the death of night.
Let me blossom as tranquily as the sunflower
Yet not vanish in the glory of jubliation
But gradually offer me petals
And extend the reliance day by day.
Mindful and heeding my compatible hardwork
Finally, let me conquer the glamorous colour
Of my utmost individuality.
Rehabilating the small hopes intro pristine reality
Aware of the hunger turning to lime light
To strike a chord for my year before.
Take me on your hands, float me through
legitimate mistakes, rip me apart in the wave
of unquenchable thirst and finally wrap me out as
a champion badge of jaded grade twelve.
Finally,
Bless me God, provide eternal marvels
Bless me God, honour the righteous path
As the testimony of your judicious grace
Bless me God, I'm starting life (grade twelve)
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse’s feet,
Don’t go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn’t told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark—
Brandy for the Parson,
‘Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
Don’t you shout to come and look, nor use ’em for your play.
Put the brishwood back again—and they’ll be gone next day!
If you see the stable-door setting open wide;
If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
If the lining’s wet and warm—don’t you ask no more!
If you meet King George’s men, dressed in blue and red,
You be carefull what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you “pretty maid,” and chuck you ’neath the chin,
Don’t you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one’s been!
Knocks and footsteps round the house—whistles after dark—
You’ve no call for running out till the house-dogs bark.
Trusty’s here, and Pincher’s here, and see how dumb they lie—
They don’t fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by!
If you do as you’ve been told, ‘likely there’s a chance,
You’ll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France,
With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood—
A present from the Gentlemen, along o’ being good!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark—
Brandy for the Parson,
‘Baccy for the Clerk;
Them that asks no questions isn’t told a lie—
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen bo by!
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Keith W Fletcher
Jul 1 2016
Be still my thumping heart
Before you burst straight through flesh and bone
Upon hearing words your life you never expected to ever hear
Bringing life back to a heart once solid as a Stone
Allowing blood to flow through your now coursing veins
That had all but ceased to circulate through
In this cold and barren atmosphere where I've always had a fear
Living was just wasted on those like me who have never had a clue
What love was like beyond
This barren land in which we've lived
Should living be any way to describe
That which we have been doing
Encased in a cocoon of solid misery
Intent upon the dead reckoning course so long in pursuing
So caution please when intending to send any hope
To those who have all but died inside while waiting for Redemption
Are often shriveled husks of once proud but misunderstood beings
Who have lost any and all
True image of themselves
Loveless lives lost
In animated suspension
So carefull now as you have started
Life
Coursing through my frame
No memory of what I should be
That I have never had
-Fear reaches out to grab the arm setting off the silent alarm
That screams a warning to self preserve Or you will go Stark raving mad
STARK RAVING MAD!!!
But death cannot be far removed from this' non - life refrain
So if my heart should burst this day to be shattered into dust
I should take the chance
Letting
circumstance
Guide my weary steps
Taking the hand of you
Who is now reaching out
I give my all.....all that I possess...
.... I give you my trust
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
I.
Upon entering into this new life
One must remember to forget
So many things
So that we can come into this natural again
The osmosis of skin within the carefull
Language of rain
Motorcycles grunting to the welcome of the wind
The treadfast of shoes among the open breath of sidewalk
The old pages of a lover
Opened and left upon night
Till the ink and the darkness have become
The same shifting shadow
II.
So many of us enter into this
Silently
Without warning
This skyline and street signs whisper a symphony
A song that is etching its genesis of notes
Upon my bones
A pale brail story that wanders
So close to the lips of this city that one might think
The very buildings are leaning down
To steal them a kiss
This is a festival
For teeth and fingernail
For wrist and hip
And the ever elongating spine
III.
Let us come to claim these trespassers
Just as this city has come to claim us
The same way we claim
Our shadow when we
Turn away from the sun
Such things we leave upon arriving
The endless dust shimmering
In the rising dawn
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 8:42 AM UTC
They first thing I notice when I look outside in the shield of night
Is the sky
How gently it carries its children
The moon, clounds and stars up high.
Carefull not to disturb them from their lullaby
How lucky up there it must be
careless loved and free
Yet I sigh thinking no one sung me a sweet song
Oh how I wish that was me
And wish no one done me wrong
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Acting as if me
Carefull not to
Sound the same
Favorite face
Same as mine
Differnt place
Same emotions
Differnt skulls
Heart strings
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
Love is not a virus
something you shift with pills.
its a feeling and emotion
and if your not carefull kills.
Lonliness is horrid,
and not something to endure.
Its destroying and pudrid
and there is no physical cure.
You can call your head
to rule your heart
but it doesnt fix a thing .
Cause loving someone in your heart
you cannot start to understand
what makes your head all spin.
We dont choose to fall in love with someone
it happens naturally.
we cant control those weird feelings
their unexplained reality.
So try to put it down to science
the gut controls the brain.
But if you try to explain it all that way
in your life it will always rain.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 7:22 AM UTC
A sword so valiant like no other,
No father no sister no brother no mother.
Just a single sword by my side,
Big tall Sharp and wide.
A tool So sharp one look is death,
One look might mean your last breath.
so carefull with this sword in hand,
for this sword is so grand .
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
(Narrator):Once a Year
When the Moon turns black
On a Night not so Holy
Rise from beneath
Summond to Life
The Devil"s own company
(Dark Voice):"Tis the Night",shouts a voice
"Tis OLD HALO"s EVE"...
And Every Spirit malicious
Every Demon rise cheer:
"Tis the Birthday of Satan
On the 31 st day of this month
Of the year"
(Satan):"Be Calm,my dear children,
Dont cowar in Fear-
It is Halloween
And MY birthdate is here"
(Narrator):Unbeknown,the Mortal folks gear
Up for the festive seasonal cheer-
"Trick or Treat",sounDS the echo"s
Of every child young and old
Whilst the grown ups prepare
For a "masqerade" hold
The witches and druids
The highest of priests
(Unbeknownst to Humans)
Cast a Spell in the breeze
And as Night falls down
And the Moon turns black,
The Devil himself says:
"Its Good to be Back"
"Calm my children
Tis not the Time Yet,
Soon I shall havoc wreck -
Uponst each Soul
That so foolishly cheer
On this the Unholiest
Night of the Year"
"Turn their Hearts
And capture their minds
Fill the sky with Death-
I shall soon myself rear,
Upon the Throne
In Hell proclaimed-
These Pityfull Souls
I shall all ordain
As MINE,Eternally!"
"Christ has his day
And this one be MINE-
So carry on cheering
As I rule Divine-
The Prince of all Darkness
I WILL HAVE MY TIME!!!!"
(Narrator):So...
Dear Reader
Think upon this-
Is Halloween all it proclaim that it is?
Think carefull where this tradition
Exist,
Does it truely live
In the Heart of a Christian?
Or is it:
The Devil"s Exist....
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
The changing seasons are not more changefull
Then my mistresse; neither more vengefull
Is the wooing autumn wind that seduceth
A singing mood afore it blasteth
With bitter colde, angry and disdainfull.
Her scorne is lyke a scorpion sting painfull
In my sad heart wich bleedeth for banefull
Her who presently nowe observeth
The changing seasons.
Her cruell scorne capricious entiseth
My heart to dispaire; itt dispaireth
Dailye and dieth from disese most carefull.
Her scorne doth make my harte most woefull,
And so my smartyng heart despiseth
The changing seasons.
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 12:21 AM UTC
Some people never change...
Some people think they can beat love into you with a belt or a fist
Some think they can force it into you while drugging you or holding you down
Some think they can make you feel the love, by caging you in with rules
Some simply think love is an excuse to force another being into you
I see the world from behind bars
see the shadows dance across the fields
feel the tug and pull of strings
as they try to control my being
and all the time I hear these words... I love you
what do they mean
is this the warped image of love
that we never see on TV...
and if this is love,... if this is divine, and sent by God
then why does it cause so much pain and hurt... what is holy about any of it
I am done with hoping
I am done with trying
from now on I will just be
mother hear my words
my heart is beating in my chest
through only the power of love
you are denying me my love
and my friends
and my being
be carefull which powers of nature you try to control mother
because mother nature is a nasty one
she is just like me
she hates being controlled...
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC
A sweet charismatic wave of colour emerges,
into my empty soulless mind.
Carefull not to leak the notorious oiling spill of darkness,
that penetrates the thought and reverse myself to the futile point of the being I was.
It'll erase the peacefull love and war among myself.
It'll dominate me, and revolve my subtle urges to force myself to a slumber which will never be awoken.
Don't spill the darkness that spoils my mind and rots my roots into a meaningless void of emptyness.
Spare me such accommodation which will hassle me out of my trusted habitat and free my soul only to be replaced by an horrid entity.
Maintain my cloud of unknowing and protect me, from the sinister depts this world has yet to offer.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
so the lights are fused, upstairs only.
the lamps work, they are plugged
in sockets of course, so that is
a different matter.
unlike anti matter.
so we have a torch, and candles
in the bathroom, which light up
the place nicely. inspires photography.
some videos not shown yet.
the handy man comes once
a month, mostly on a tuesday,
nine thirty till four, he can turn
his hand to most things, as
can i.
yet teetering on a ladder, i have not
the energy to lug the fuses out.
so we wanders in the dark, it can
be a pleasant thing.
we are carefull not to fall the stairs,
having done that before.
wish not to repeat it, interesting
though it was.
sbm.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
That is a loaded question.
Every question is;
loaded.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
People, listen as I stand before you.
I stand straight and brave but i pray.
Come back,
To your roots and be alive and just.
Come fast,
Before you lose the rest of feelings.
People, open your eyes as I ask you.
Please, I say, please, open them up.
Come forth,
Be strong to make it all through again.
Come bright,
Bring all heritage with you never losing.
People, don't shout, but listen, just please.
I won't beg if I should, but you're no monsters.
Come carefull,
Beware of threads we forgot to forget in the past.
But come hopefull,
Humanity comes from nature, and know she cant lose.
Please come.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
The extraction of truth
There are always some truth you can extract from a lie
There is always someone following you with a beady little eye
Be carefull what you wish for because it may come true and all existence will crumble and all is left and we wonder why
A man walking alone with his thoughts is wise but to share them with others maybe taken the wrong way to be paid with lives
The worlds mistake is that no one is listening and the man speaking has no conviction in truth but justice is written to convince we are all civilised.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Counting the minutes while waiting for hours.
On the days that turned into weeks then bloomed the flowers.
Nesting the months till I hit the floor.
Carefully listened till my senses were sore.
Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase.
Not missing my resources when I get lost in the maze.
Then glory comes over and gives the spoils.
Remembering to be carefull and fateful or it will be foiled.
In a few years or later when I get to climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everbody cared.
'Xcuse me now, I've got to go, my day is done so see you again tomorrow.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
your not carefull he looks right threw you with razor sharp claws. his eyes hipnoties you to draw you closer making you want to know the world of hell's secrests. the book you gaze apon takes your soul and gives you his word. no evil can take my mind only if i chant for him to arrive. his tricks are good but so are you all. you have your mental side to let loose on hell selling peoples minds to vishious creaters that only want blood lust to live. dont let your mind and eyes follow in the hands of him self cause theres no escape when you want to go back
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
the most violent storms fill my cup publican
for sure I will fly this time
accountability is not important
for the last time and it should be different
you be carefull I will tell you a lot
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC