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"endeavouring" poems
For my mate Chris To sit around in anger…does no favours, To bellyache to me… It’s all unfair, To hope somebody else… comes up with answers, To see the world’s shortcomings… flaunted there. A lack of motivation keeps you grounded Friends and family try to keep you at arm’s length, You loathe the Government’s lack of comprehension In that joblessness depletes your hope and strength. You feel those carbohydrates clog your arteries And see your muscled body turn to flab, Discipline’s resolve flies to oblivion And you curse all that… which makes your life so drab. Disappointment curbs the high expectations, You feel the planet owes you that, to which you seek, Aghast to comprehend your own misgivings, You feel the need to say…but then, you never speak. Then suddenly… a stark, clear realization That NOTHING HERE WILL CHANGE…UNTIL YOU DO, Until you turn around your thinking to endeavour, Till then that something that you seek… shall hide from you. So look, my sweetness, look into the mirror Shed the worry lines that always cloud your brow, Kick your sorry **** profoundly to tomorrow And lose the ****** shards of bitterness….RIGHT NOW! Marshalg Endeavouring to re-motivate a lost cause. 18 August 2012 © 2012 Marshal Gebbie
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Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
Shards of Bitterness
I really wish I could better understand myself, Like be able to reach in, instead of reaching out for help. I wish my thoughts wouldn't compress on my brain, Begging to get out, begging to keep me sane. And I've reluctantly come to notice, When it comes to life, I'm actually just a novice. I could pretend to know something about everything, But in reality, I'm still endeavouring. To succeed, to achieve, To figure out what I need. I struggle in my sea of confusion, My arms tire as I swim to keep from losing. How do you know when it’s all done? When the final fights, fought and the war’s either lost or won. And you sit there and think of all the things you could've done differently. “Maybe I could've said something else, or only to a different degree. The simplest things could change a lot,” These thoughts always manage to get me distraught. The mistakes I've made catch me at night, Where I'm looking for myself, in a room with no light. It’s hard to say, what I think I'm looking for, It’s easier to say that I really just don’t know anymore.
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
I Really Don't Know
What needs my Shakespear for his honour’d Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow’d reliques should be hid Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need’st thou such weak witnes of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thy self a live-long Monument. For whilst to th’sharne of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easie numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the Leaves of thy unvalu’d Book, Those Delphick lines with deep impression took, Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving, Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving; And so Sepulcher’d in such pomp dost lie, That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die.
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On Shakespear
Replenish the soul in limpid waters, Shinning radiant from the deep abyss. Surrounded by nymphs, Zeus’s fine daughters, A feeling of love, a feeling of bliss. Supple bodies splash about in the pool, Limbs elongated, the mind sedated, Bathing in the shimmering waters cool. Twang of heart strings, completely elated. Drenched in the sunshine, drenched in the moonlight. Playfully frolicking throughout all time. And drinking down the nectar of delight, Sampling the citrus fruits, lemon and lime. The soul is satisfied, the soul is strong. And justly endeavouring to belong.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Replenish the Soul
Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress Those gentle signs of undissembled woe? When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, Ah, why forbid the willing tears to flow? Since for my sake each dear translucent drop Breaks forth, best witness of thy truth sincere, My lips should drink the precious mixture up, And, ere it falls, receive the trembling tear. Trust me, these symptoms of thy faithful heart, In absence shall my dearest hope sustain; Delia! since such thy sorrow that we part, Such when we meet thy joy shall be again. Hard is that heart, and unsubdued by love, That feels no pain, nor ever heaves a sigh; Such hearts the fiercest passions only prove, Or freeze in cold insensibility. Oh! then indulge thy grief, nor fear to tell The gentle source from whence thy sorrows flow, Nor think it weakness when we love to feel, Nor think it weakness what we feel to show.
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To Delia: On Her Endeavouring To Conceal Her Grief At Parting
A low frequency From the depths of the factory Stirs old memories within the ageing workforce…. In the greenhouse, Pruning the greenhouse walls— Producing strawberries and raspberries at a considerable rate— Noticing the days begin and restart, Bathed under LED light; Ever endeavouring to Move closer and closer towards Enlisting in repetitive thoughts, And enlisting in repetitive thoughts, And enlisting in repetitive thoughts.
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Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 8:10 AM UTC
The Industrial Fields
I struggle to remain indefatigable, I ravage my mind my for hours on end, My yearning is insatiable, Flexuous with the concepts to send. Laboriously sewn, tentatively spoken, Nonchalantly cast off devastation because it’s broken. I will never seek acceptance again, Emancipated from the shackles of denial, As long as I live I will regain, And refrain from a judgemental trial. Perspicaciously drawn, ultimately deduced, To the gallows with all of my sins, tightly noosed. They want blood and pain and agony, All of which I have to give, I’d rather than expressions of tragedy, Show what it means to live. And ponder the spiritual diadems, Glistening, repetitive, fractals and gems. My supplications ever so earnest, Are outweighed by my insubordination. It’s myself, my own intentions I must harness, And live beyond my failings and degradation. Ecstasy is my fruitful, forgiving friend, Fear my enemy, unrelenting to the end. Erumpent rampant vociferation, Endeavouring to end all thoughts iniquitous, And reclaim my rumination, Dare I say nefarious? Well if it is so, than I shall make it not be, For I have lost all and now I must live for me.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
I Smile even though I'm Vile
A wave of thought always encircles you, A wave of yarn link to civic concern always involves you, A hope for change always enforces you, A longing for endeavouring cogent living always inspire you, Your brashness for a transformation yields this long journey, A journey for reflexion, inquest, elucidation and communication, Communiqué for an unfailing thinking and for an effort for human wellbeing! Now it is the time for us to continue this journey, A journey of unfurling thought for rationality, fairness and equality!
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
Remembering the envoy of makeover
In the darkness there is a light, Where eternal solace could be felt with a sip The beans reciprocate the ripped soul More the sour more it perceives itself in my heart Thee are not the dearest of all Thee are the dearest of the endeavouring soul Thee are the addiction Even the marijuana feels bashful For not possessing  the hallucinating urge That can seize humankind to the variant sphere                    Oh! Thee are beautiful in Black                                  “My Black Coffee”
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
Black Coffee
The demons are after me, Endeavouring to dwindle all my super powers Enshrined in my soul. But I, I reconcile fragmented pinions Powered with world of words, dreams,love and hope, Now no malign souls, Aren't after me, As I have turned myself into a fire, My pinions into a universe, And my soul, A rebel.
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
My Pinions
The lives we cross unknowing The green-grass paths they wayfare, Fables of fays and fiends unspoken Truths belonging to entities of matter, Flesh bones a body, rhythmed by breath A heartbeat, pumps red juices carrying Cleansing oxygen through tireless veins To a brain, synapses creating thoughts Interpreting, nervous sensations only Tempered by hormonal roller coasters As we defy, the mystic and attempt To make sense of our existence beyond The astonishing complex husk leisurely, Deteriorating in time as we blow on candles Grasping indeed there is far more inside, A microcosm endeavouring to reconcile With an all-pervasive Universe encompassing As stars fall before our eyes, chronic sunrise, Twirling incessantly without ever feeling Dizzy, dazed by questions sparkling intuitively As we struggle with the limits of earthly Confinement, the green-grass paths we wayfare, Health impediments, mental distortions, Quarrelling with our fellow adventurers Our frustrations, neglecting to acknowledge The fays lifting us up whilst unpredictable Fiends bid to crush when unexpectedly Unfathomable interior strength unites Us through experience a succession Of collective errors misinterpretations Aware however that we will endure, Evolve to reach our highest potentials For a unique welfare granted to all Creatures, as we set course into the vastness Of bewilderment, inexplicable space, Omnific unfurling home to humanity And all the breaths within.
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
The fays lifting us up
As an actor on the stage of life, in the daily flux of time, continually crossing frontiers I move from one space to another endeavouring to fill each one with some semblance of normality.
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Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 1:44 PM UTC
As an actor on the stage of life
They tell me in man lies the source of evils as weakness surrenders to ineluctable lures. That he pursues aims of personal interest out of egocentric greed prompting justice, inequity. That he turns blind eyes to the sufferings of others unable of compassion as he steals their earthly blessings. That he imperturbably drains natural resources to his gain careless of consequences apathetic towards environment. That in the name of telluric power he does not hesitate to drop bombs and fire guns on discriminated innocents. Watches his fellow beings die rejoices for the success of his missions, Yet I know, that for each malicious creature there is one. That preaches good and acts accordingly, finding strength in the marvel that is his own existence. That appals before ignorance repels individualism conceives humanity as one race believes and strives for equality. That sees the struggles the tragedy of the less fortunate born on lands of war sickness and poverty lending a hand of empathy. That cares for his surroundings cherishing the boons granted to all living creatures endeavouring to protect, his world. That is dismayed by injustice abhors violence and abuse engages courage to protest incessantly crying out, for peace. Delights gifting strangers smiles tender looks of presence whispering brotherly, You are not alone. A kind word, a loving deed, a revolution.
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
A revolution
*I took you in when you were stuck in the rain Eroded by a downpour, your fragrance ornamenting the drain Lost in tumultuous thoughts that caused you a pain which threatened to totally drive you insane unable to remember that the world was once beautiful and sunny I took you in when you were giving up your journey far from your purpose, deadbeat and completely out of money I took you in when no joke in this world could be funny you were a withered rose drenched by a torrent of tears distrusting, odious and cloaked in crimson fears In quest of comfort from draining bottles of beers endeavouring to wash off reminiscences of futile years You supposed none noted no matter how loud you’d shout and were a violent wind that salutes a storm, a cyclone up and about I took you in when you were overflowing with doubt, When everyone had kicked you out, I took you in I took you in, when you were a caving void within but the instant the world took you back you kicked me out.*
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
I TooK You iN
I lay there dying With my mind wrapped in agonizing knots Endeavouring to unravel the ardous mysteries of life Resounding bangs wrecked my temple With soul confined in fabric mesh of guilt wallowing in a limbo painted with slimes of  failures    my third eye could glimpse spewed papers spilled ink and broken pens all baying for a piece of my inner being    The mission i had forsaken was baring it fangs ready to devour me    As i lay there dying it dawned to me the  the race was over i was hanging in a ravine with judgement at the finish line awaiting my selfish soul rivulet of ink soaked my **** skin sizzling and corroding my flesh the pain was unwritable  misty wraith  shrouded my eyes snatching away my last moment sight of the beautiful sun    I lay there with no sense of time laboured breath managed to escape my nasal cavity heartbeat drummed skimply giving me a last chance to make peace with my fate Inside my restless heart my soul was dying A cold heat was drying my old ***** My final dying wish tried to escape through my clenched Teeth I lay there trying to push the smell of death through my cracked throat As i chocked with foul air of all the wrongs i had commited My mask and guise that had obscured my face peeled away seething away my melalin baring my true identity to world masses Numbed thoughts clogged my mind soaking the reality and waterlogging my six sense I lay there with needles of truth jabbing every inch of my flesh In hell demons remixed a dirge with my name reminding me i belonged in abyss As i lay there dying a wraith of mist shrouded my whole being reminding me of all the darkness inside me weighing me down remindind me i had to die n e ever rise again I lay there dying Wondering how many will be left crying
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
I lay there dying
I lay there dying With my mind wrapped in agonizing knots Endeavouring to unravel the ardous mysteries of life Resounding bangs wrecked my temple With soul confined in fabric mesh of guilt wallowing in a limbo painted with slimes of  failures    my third eye could glimpse spewed papers spilled ink and broken pens all baying for a piece of my inner being    The mission i had forsaken was baring it fangs ready to devour me    As i lay there dying it dawned to me the  the race was over i was hanging in a ravine with judgement at the finish line awaiting my selfish soul rivulet of ink soaked my **** skin sizzling and corroding my flesh the pain was unwritable  misty wraith  shrouded my eyes snatching away my last moment sight of the beautiful sun    I lay there with no sense of time laboured breath managed to escape my nasal cavity heartbeat drummed skimply giving me a last chance to make peace with my fate Inside my restless heart my soul was dying A cold heat was drying my old ***** My final dying wish tried to escape through my clenched Teeth I lay there trying to push the smell of death through my cracked throat As i chocked with foul air of all the wrongs i had commited My mask and guise that had obscured my face peeled away seething away my melalin baring my true identity to world masses Numbed thoughts clogged my mind soaking the reality and waterlogging my six sense I lay there with needles of truth jabbing every inch of my flesh In hell demons remixed a dirge with my name reminding me i belonged in abyss As i lay there dying a wraith of mist shrouded my whole being reminding me of all the darkness inside me weighing me down remindind me i had to die n e ever rise again I lay there dying Wondering how many will be left crying
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It was 10:30 p.m. She was returning home. She was walking through the streets all alone, when she felt being stalked by someone unknown. She tried her best to be brave enough, she tried her best to stand tough, she was endeavouring to be bolder, when she felt someone touching her shoulder. Now it's 7 in the morning. News and radios are filled with warnings. It's 3 days post she was walking through the streets, And she lies in the ICU, numb and traumatized, counting her heartbeats... She was ***** and handled brutally...
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
Walking through the streets
In this unversal world, each shall have their place. There's small and big, close and distant people. Ones are solid and hard, while others gaseous and malleable. Some have enough energy to shine and give warmth to those who orbit them. Others, are fugitives: the endeavouring errants. There's those which will fill their surroundings of colourful dust, as well as those which will brightly shine for just a night waiting to be seen by the awake ones. Blinding with a flash is a way to go, however, getting lost in the dark or dying in the lonely company of the ring is equally valid. When in groups, stellar bodies behave on a particular manner. We' ll find closed clusters, whose members are slowly turning off unnoticed. On the other hand of infinity, there are open clusters, populated with the youngest and most brilliant generations. As a galaxy we have a shared destiny. Regardless of our spacial fauna, we all come from the same chaos and death remainings. Even more mutual will be our entropic ending. These bodies atract and orbit each other in order to always have their backs. On couples, the exchange energy, warmth and light. It will be one day when a human finally sees them aligned.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC
Astronomy 101 (Eng. Version)
Poem . The places where we used to go. Ref 021 Written 1/10/2018. Nelson Park Alex Headland The places where we used to go. Hello my Darling I walked with you today Every bench seat reminds me where we sat Perchance to make contact with you again Lingering thoughts of how we lived and loved And how Nelson Park was our target walk Circuit of just two Kilometres with a lake Every step a memory of my darling girl. So today I walked with you , my eyes not dry Wind light and breezy in dappled sunlight Happy people walk their dogs not knowing Endeavouring to hold back the tears a while Reaching solitudes I cry. As I recognise Every vista you and I enjoyed can I reconcile We had those six years together in a paradise Eventually I guess one of us may die ? Unless we’d manage to live forever oh we tried So now I walk the park alone the ducks know Each one sends a greeting asking how you are Dutifully I tell them Barbies now in heaven Today and every day my babies out of Pain. Oh Barbara I miss you so. Send me your sign Glory be the day we met n made me so happy Of promises made daily. Our love will never die ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. 1/10/2018.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC
The places where we used to go. ( An Acrostic)