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Eunice Amor Oh Mar 2015
i feel your energy surging through me
-
through the veins that keep me breathing
and the scars that keep me fighting
(though i wish they didn't)
through the extremities of my fingers
all the way to my tippy toes
-
your energy is all i need


i feel your smile energise me
-
through your whitened teeth
and your crooked beam
through the timid smile i can't help but create in response
i know with all of my soul
you are far brighter than a thousand suns combined
-
your smile is all i need


i feel your breaths complete me
-
through your oxygen
that circulates through my body
through my detritus that yearns for you
(and just you)
i've come to realise
you've become my only supply
-
your breaths are all i need
(( you've given me hope in my time of darkness and i love you for that. but dear, i pray each day that you'll come to understand: you're my only source of energy, for i'll die out like every tired star in the sky the moment you choose to let me go ))
Paul Holmes Jan 2012
JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bowing pure white heads
To the sun’s glory.

FEBRUARY
Fresh green buds appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energise us all.

MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.

APRIL
Bluebells stand so proud
Beneath trees now sparsely dressed
Fresh green leaves unfold.

MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes heard amid dense trees
Cuckoo has arrived.

JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.

JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.

AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.

SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.

OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.

NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejewelled.

DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.
Muse of the many-twinkling feet! whose charms
Are now extended up from legs to arms;
Terpsichore!—too long misdeemed a maid—
Reproachful term—bestowed but to upbraid—
Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine,
The least a Vestal of the ****** Nine.
Far be from thee and thine the name of *****:
Mocked yet triumphant; sneered at, unsubdued;
Thy legs must move to conquer as they fly,
If but thy coats are reasonably high!
Thy breast—if bare enough—requires no shield;
Dance forth—sans armour thou shalt take the field
And own—impregnable to most assaults,
Thy not too lawfully begotten “Waltz.”

  Hail, nimble Nymph! to whom the young hussar,
The whiskered votary of Waltz and War,
His night devotes, despite of spur and boots;
A sight unmatched since Orpheus and his brutes:
Hail, spirit-stirring Waltz!—beneath whose banners
A modern hero fought for modish manners;
On Hounslow’s heath to rival Wellesley’s fame,
Cocked, fired, and missed his man—but gained his aim;
Hail, moving muse! to whom the fair one’s breast
Gives all it can, and bids us take the rest.
Oh! for the flow of Busby, or of Fitz,
The latter’s loyalty, the former’s wits,
To “energise the object I pursue,”
And give both Belial and his Dance their due!

  Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine
(Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine),
Long be thine import from all duty free,
And Hock itself be less esteemed than thee;
In some few qualities alike—for Hock
Improves our cellar—thou our living stock.
The head to Hock belongs—thy subtler art
Intoxicates alone the heedless heart:
Through the full veins thy gentler poison swims,
And wakes to Wantonness the willing limbs.

  Oh, Germany! how much to thee we owe,
As heaven-born Pitt can testify below,
Ere cursed Confederation made thee France’s,
And only left us thy d—d debts and dances!
Of subsidies and Hanover bereft,
We bless thee still—George the Third is left!
Of kings the best—and last, not least in worth,
For graciously begetting George the Fourth.
To Germany, and Highnesses serene,
Who owe us millions—don’t we owe the Queen?
To Germany, what owe we not besides?
So oft bestowing Brunswickers and brides;
Who paid for ******, with her royal blood,
Drawn from the stem of each Teutonic stud:
Who sent us—so be pardoned all her faults—
A dozen dukes, some kings, a Queen—and Waltz.

  But peace to her—her Emperor and Diet,
Though now transferred to Buonapartè’s “fiat!”
Back to my theme—O muse of Motion! say,
How first to Albion found thy Waltz her way?

  Borne on the breath of Hyperborean gales,
From Hamburg’s port (while Hamburg yet had mails),
Ere yet unlucky Fame—compelled to creep
To snowy Gottenburg-was chilled to sleep;
Or, starting from her slumbers, deigned arise,
Heligoland! to stock thy mart with lies;
While unburnt Moscow yet had news to send,
Nor owed her fiery Exit to a friend,
She came—Waltz came—and with her certain sets
Of true despatches, and as true Gazettes;
Then flamed of Austerlitz the blest despatch,
Which Moniteur nor Morning Post can match
And—almost crushed beneath the glorious news—
Ten plays, and forty tales of Kotzebue’s;
One envoy’s letters, six composer’s airs,
And loads from Frankfort and from Leipsic fairs:
Meiners’ four volumes upon Womankind,
Like Lapland witches to ensure a wind;
Brunck’s heaviest tome for ballast, and, to back it,
Of Heynè, such as should not sink the packet.

  Fraught with this cargo—and her fairest freight,
Delightful Waltz, on tiptoe for a Mate,
The welcome vessel reached the genial strand,
And round her flocked the daughters of the land.
Not decent David, when, before the ark,
His grand Pas-seul excited some remark;
Not love-lorn Quixote, when his Sancho thought
The knight’s Fandango friskier than it ought;
Not soft Herodias, when, with winning tread,
Her nimble feet danced off another’s head;
Not Cleopatra on her Galley’s Deck,
Displayed so much of leg or more of neck,
Than Thou, ambrosial Waltz, when first the Moon
Beheld thee twirling to a Saxon tune!

  To You, ye husbands of ten years! whose brows
Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse;
To you of nine years less, who only bear
The budding sprouts of those that you shall wear,
With added ornaments around them rolled
Of native brass, or law-awarded gold;
To You, ye Matrons, ever on the watch
To mar a son’s, or make a daughter’s match;
To You, ye children of—whom chance accords—
Always the Ladies, and sometimes their Lords;
To You, ye single gentlemen, who seek
Torments for life, or pleasures for a week;
As Love or ***** your endeavours guide,
To gain your own, or ****** another’s bride;—
To one and all the lovely Stranger came,
And every Ball-room echoes with her name.

  Endearing Waltz!—to thy more melting tune
Bow Irish Jig, and ancient Rigadoon.
Scotch reels, avaunt! and Country-dance forego
Your future claims to each fantastic toe!
Waltz—Waltz alone—both legs and arms demands,
Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands;
Hands which may freely range in public sight
Where ne’er before—but—pray “put out the light.”
Methinks the glare of yonder chandelier
Shines much too far—or I am much too near;
And true, though strange—Waltz whispers this remark,
“My slippery steps are safest in the dark!”
But here the Muse with due decorum halts,
And lends her longest petticoat to “Waltz.”

  Observant Travellers of every time!
Ye Quartos published upon every clime!
0 say, shall dull Romaika’s heavy round,
Fandango’s wriggle, or Bolero’s bound;
Can Egypt’s Almas—tantalising group—
Columbia’s caperers to the warlike Whoop—
Can aught from cold Kamschatka to Cape Horn
With Waltz compare, or after Waltz be born?
Ah, no! from Morier’s pages down to Galt’s,
Each tourist pens a paragraph for “Waltz.”

  Shades of those Belles whose reign began of yore,
With George the Third’s—and ended long before!—
Though in your daughters’ daughters yet you thrive,
Burst from your lead, and be yourselves alive!
Back to the Ball-room speed your spectred host,
Fool’s Paradise is dull to that you lost.
No treacherous powder bids Conjecture quake;
No stiff-starched stays make meddling fingers ache;
(Transferred to those ambiguous things that ape
Goats in their visage, women in their shape;)
No damsel faints when rather closely pressed,
But more caressing seems when most caressed;
Superfluous Hartshorn, and reviving Salts,
Both banished by the sovereign cordial “Waltz.”

  Seductive Waltz!—though on thy native shore
Even Werter’s self proclaimed thee half a *****;
Werter—to decent vice though much inclined,
Yet warm, not wanton; dazzled, but not blind—
Though gentle Genlis, in her strife with Staël,
Would even proscribe thee from a Paris ball;
The fashion hails—from Countesses to Queens,
And maids and valets waltz behind the scenes;
Wide and more wide thy witching circle spreads,
And turns—if nothing else—at least our heads;
With thee even clumsy cits attempt to bounce,
And cockney’s practise what they can’t pronounce.
Gods! how the glorious theme my strain exalts,
And Rhyme finds partner Rhyme in praise of “Waltz!”
Blest was the time Waltz chose for her début!
The Court, the Regent, like herself were new;
New face for friends, for foes some new rewards;
New ornaments for black-and royal Guards;
New laws to hang the rogues that roared for bread;
New coins (most new) to follow those that fled;
New victories—nor can we prize them less,
Though Jenky wonders at his own success;
New wars, because the old succeed so well,
That most survivors envy those who fell;
New mistresses—no, old—and yet ’tis true,
Though they be old, the thing is something new;
Each new, quite new—(except some ancient tricks),
New white-sticks—gold-sticks—broom-sticks—all new sticks!
With vests or ribands—decked alike in hue,
New troopers strut, new turncoats blush in blue:
So saith the Muse: my——, what say you?
Such was the time when Waltz might best maintain
Her new preferments in this novel reign;
Such was the time, nor ever yet was such;
Hoops are  more, and petticoats not much;
Morals and Minuets, Virtue and her stays,
And tell-tale powder—all have had their days.
The Ball begins—the honours of the house
First duly done by daughter or by spouse,
Some Potentate—or royal or serene—
With Kent’s gay grace, or sapient Gloster’s mien,
Leads forth the ready dame, whose rising flush
Might once have been mistaken for a blush.
From where the garb just leaves the ***** free,
That spot where hearts were once supposed to be;
Round all the confines of the yielded waist,
The strangest hand may wander undisplaced:
The lady’s in return may grasp as much
As princely paunches offer to her touch.
Pleased round the chalky floor how well they trip
One hand reposing on the royal hip!
The other to the shoulder no less royal
Ascending with affection truly loyal!
Thus front to front the partners move or stand,
The foot may rest, but none withdraw the hand;
And all in turn may follow in their rank,
The Earl of—Asterisk—and Lady—Blank;
Sir—Such-a-one—with those of fashion’s host,
For whose blest surnames—vide “Morning Post.”
(Or if for that impartial print too late,
Search Doctors’ Commons six months from my date)—
Thus all and each, in movement swift or slow,
The genial contact gently undergo;
Till some might marvel, with the modest Turk,
If “nothing follows all this palming work?”
True, honest Mirza!—you may trust my rhyme—
Something does follow at a fitter time;
The breast thus publicly resigned to man,
In private may resist him—if it can.

  O ye who loved our Grandmothers of yore,
Fitzpatrick, Sheridan, and many more!
And thou, my Prince! whose sovereign taste and will
It is to love the lovely beldames still!
Thou Ghost of Queensberry! whose judging Sprite
Satan may spare to peep a single night,
Pronounce—if ever in your days of bliss
Asmodeus struck so bright a stroke as this;
To teach the young ideas how to rise,
Flush in the cheek, and languish in the eyes;
Rush to the heart, and lighten through the frame,
With half-told wish, and ill-dissembled flame,
For prurient Nature still will storm the breast—
Who, tempted thus, can answer for the rest?

  But ye—who never felt a single thought
For what our Morals are to be, or ought;
Who wisely wish the charms you view to reap,
Say—would you make those beauties quite so cheap?
Hot from the hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side,
Where were the rapture then to clasp the form
From this lewd grasp and lawless contact warm?
At once Love’s most endearing thought resign,
To press the hand so pressed by none but thine;
To gaze upon that eye which never met
Another’s ardent look without regret;
Approach the lip which all, without restraint,
Come near enough—if not to touch—to taint;
If such thou lovest—love her then no more,
Or give—like her—caresses to a score;
Her Mind with these is gone, and with it go
The little left behind it to bestow.

  Voluptuous Waltz! and dare I thus blaspheme?
Thy bard forgot thy praises were his theme.
Terpsichore forgive!—at every Ball
My wife now waltzes—and my daughters shall;
My son—(or stop—’tis needless to inquire—
These little accidents should ne’er transpire;
Some ages hence our genealogic tree
Will wear as green a bough for him as me)—
Waltzing shall rear, to make our name amends
Grandsons for me—in heirs to all his friends.
Pagan Paul Oct 2017
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A shepherd gently tends his flocks,
on the night of the Autumn equinox.
Patiently guarding his wayward sheep,
as the Oak King prepares for sleep.

And the Holly King from slumber wakes,
with solemnity his tired head he shakes.
Then joyous laughter he openly roars,
his half year reign once more restored.

Guiding all Nature to a bed of rest,
to energise, regrow, is his duty quest.
Bringing his peace and tranquility serene,
for the comfort of his bridal Queen.

For She is Nature, there all year long,
loved and celebrated in many a song.
No greater love could She invoke,
her two wild husbands, Holly and Oak.

So Oak pens his warm Summer verse,
and Holly writes of cold Winters' worst.
Her heart draped upon their royal thrones,
bringing joy to this eternal Game of Poems.



© Pagan Paul (03/10/17)
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Robert Clapham Sep 2010
Mirrored thought full breach horizon
Yearning drawing bridging cry
Intimate complete attraction
Now the moment true imply
Cast aside mendacious forethought
Resolute round purpose fly
Epiphanic thought emerging
Doubts foul gibbous banish say ....
Insp’ration resolute within here
Bursting forth bright intellect
Loosing dogs full purpose forward
Encroaching far reach treaded path
Resolute’ness biting grasping
Endless boundless seeming lost
Blazing purposeful grasp grimly
Energise strong inner soul
Capa’bil’ity strong purpose
Clear thought con’quering foul
Abandon dissolute mist darkness
Intersperse directive steer
Levelling where once lay mountains
Onward pushing prancing laugh
Voices raised fair joyous chorus
Ethereal reaching hands entwine
Yearning warmth transcending distance
Over hill and Moorland track
Understand where strength in thought lay
Accomplishment find perfect peace
©2010 Robert Clapham

Written at a time when I doubted my abilities
Pagan Paul Feb 2017
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I need a Drug.

A decongestant.
To unblock good thoughts,
so they flow through and wash away
the flotsam and jetsam
and bitter history, in the flat field.

A decongestant.
To relieve the suffocation,
entrenched in nasal pollution
denying access to fractured lungs
and caustic breathing, in the flat field.

A decongestant.
To ease the flow of feeling,
for it to cleanse and energise,
to be free to share with fey
and open hearts, in the flat field.


© Pagan Paul (22/02/17)
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The Flat Field = reality/normality.
PPx
Yenson Dec 2018
The hidden motive behind gangstalking, psychological warfare,  or a “thought war”?

To destroy the independent thinker and then create a psychological environment with constant “stalking” that´s make independent thinking feels like a controlled, stalked, surveillanced, manipulated,

hacked, compromised, interfered, and in other word this mean,
The Racists, Thieves and their gangsters Controllers don't want anyone to wise up,
leave or free themselves from their control and become a
            “independent thinking” system of the Higher Self,

So it raging psychological “thought war” against freedom and free will by constant stalking and harassment.

You little man
Stop laughing because we've got you
You know there's no one else like you around
we've got all the sheeples and they are under our control
they do all we instruct them to do because they are incapable
of independent thinking, they can't think for themselves
and we play with them as we like.

Listen, we just need to wipe your mind
and turn you into a sheeple like all the other morons
under our control.
we have to de-energise you,
demoralize you, **** your spirit and make you
like all the others.

What kind of a being are you
Look at the easy life all the others enjoy
we give them partners, they have jobs, we give them their fun
Make them believe they are free and can do what they want
Yeah, they are chained and under our control, but they don't know

Look at you, out in the cold,
Isolated, disenfranchised and suffering
and you are laughing, Mr Smartie pants
WHO have you seen brave, courageous and intelligent enough
to help you....NO ONE because they are all moronic sheeple
their egos belong to us as is their ******* souls, we own them!

So either **** yourself or go crazy
Your pure, strong, independent, real and good mind
   IS DRIVING US CRAZY and we LUCIFER's GENERALs
already the baddest of the bad and raving psychopaths is too
fine a word for us!

Hahaha....hahaha....hahaha.......
A M Jul 2018
Bodies Dance
Minds Write
Souls Pray.
Wandering Biku Jun 2022
Life is labour.
All is entropy.
From the moment
we're born,
we decay.
We must feed
to renew,
we must breathe
to energise.
We strive to prolong a life
we never asked for,
living inside a machine
needing constant maintenance
against built-in redundance.
What an existence!
Caution, please, to the Next Adventure repressed
South from the Spangles to have your Bow healed
As Cross-Marked you are from this Faith depressed
Sweep Slathered Leys your Locked Ego concealed
Twice-good-thanks-Merry Five Placards perform
Each with their Tassels a-wait Colours pull
So Train you're wont; Keep those Stances reform
And tie those Charibels sate your Guts full
A Category indeed strips by the Bell
Where Two Sworn Sisters pad your Forces spock
Energise now! Let all Seasons be well
Then Drink-cool-be-Merry lift by the Brock.
There are those who sell Substances beware
The Dark Man's Game knows your Tempting Guns there.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Feggyr Citack Jun 2019
-faking breaking news

Hurray!
The United Kingdom will become the 51st state of the USA. This decision has not been officially announced yet, but it will soon be done, according to our informal source near Prime Minister dr. Farage. "A newly independent nation needs a strong arm to guide its steps towards prosperity, " our beloved PM recently stated, so this move should not come as a surprise.

Strong support
We all know dr. Farage's sympathy for a strong and straight approach, which has only increased during the past three years of versatile and energetic priority swapping. The tremendous successes of this period were achieved also by the practical and moral support of our American friends. Therefore we are convinced that the proud accession to this successful union of states will re-energise our traditional institutions, thus supplying new vigour to the independence we won in the glorious year 2019.

Just sign
It is expected that mr. Kushner, US secretary of foreign affairs and acting vice-president, will soon invite our beloved PM to sign the treaty. US officials made it clear to us there is no need for the UK to worry about the details.The terms of the treaty will be completely defined at Trump Super Tower; all the UK will have to do is sign. This will help the UK to seamlessly become a highly successful and inseparable part of the prosperous United States.

Highly valuable
The safety of the UK will be guaranteed by the permanent presence of the US navy at Scapa Flow, where joint operations will be performed with Russian or EU fleets. And the Irish will be happy: the Irish border will be effectively removed since many (if not most) Irish people have become Americans long ago, and for many years the Republic of Ireland has been successfully advised by great US-based privately owned firms. These firms, that are also active in the UK, will turn the UK into a highly valuable hub between Europe and the US. For the first time in history EU citizens will be able to reach the USA by car only, via Ireland or the Calais-Dover tunnel. This will also be the preferred access method since public transport, and public services in general, are expected to be dismantled - for the benefit of us all.
Let's make sure this little story will be fake news indeed in three years time.
no one who feels the changing seasons' bite
can be assured that growth is purely good
since each tall tree each ancient of the wood
that waits there leafless through the winter night
with chilly taproot is in the same plight
as you might be and has for long withstood
the final pain in ways you wish you could
but it wont matter there'll be a last rite
spring is too short and one day sap won't rise
to renew bud and energise new leaf
but for the moment all we have is time
and universes open to our eyes
the products none of them of our belief
while every limb towards the sun must climb
nivek Oct 2015
Summers Sun hides beneath our skin
flashes of light in minds and hearts.
Memories and growth in consciousness
conspire to energise across generations.
A love born in time and space forever
forever undeniable, forever set free.
Jamie Treavish Feb 2019
Men of sin are the shadows that lurk among the city lights where the signs don’t just tell you about coffee they energise you as they feast on lobe with sidewalk tales of how men have left their manners at home, drowning in pints discussing the grim details of how;
He ****** her twice only but the other night, peering with a grin because little do they know his lust was a story of latex, teeth, claw and a sharpened knife.
Smile did he as she presented herself half alive, half dead - hanging off the edge of the bed, the twisting and weaving of his stomach as he digested pure disgust and bliss all at once.
Big Virge May 2017
If Time Waits For NO MAN ... ?!?

I'm Waiting For The Time ...
When The Young ...
Who LIVE For VIOLENCE ...

Get Fed LESS Violent Rhymes ... !!
Rhymes That ... DO NOT GLAMOURISE ... !!!
The Usage of ... " A Nine " ... ... ...

... Millimetre Gun ... !!!!!

Cos' When The Shooting's Done ...
A Bullet IN Your Ribcage ...
Is ... ANYTHING But Fun ... !!!!!

THINK About YOUR MUM ... !!!!!!
When You Are On The RUN ..................
NOT Just From Those Who SHOT YOU Son ...
But Now From ... Policeman ... !!!

I Wonder WHY You Did It ... ?!?

Well TIME Has ... Many Minutes ... !!!
For Parents ... Graveyard Visits ... !!!!!

The Problem Is Our Burial Grounds ...
Are BEYOND ... " City Limits " ... !!!

Kids Are DYING From Gunplay ... !!!
BEFORE Their Parents Final Days ... ?!?

So What Now Do The Governments Say ... ???

"It's RAP that's made things be this way !"

Well WHAT ABOUT Their WAR TIRADES ... ?!?
These Plans Are Where DISASTER Lays ... !!!!!

But When It's THEM AH It's Okay ... !!!

Well ....
Read The Words On This Next Page ... !!!
THEIR ACTIONS Must Take SOME of the Blame ... !?!

Just Like Some Music Heard Today ...
From Gangsta' Rap That Sounds The Same ... !!!
To ... Movie Images On DISPLAY ... !!!

But These Are Part of Business Games ...
Contracts DEFINE Which Songs Get Played ... !!!!!
From TV Shows To ... Radioplay ...

TRUST ME Those ARE Words of TRUTH ...
Plans Are Structured In Business Rooms ...
To Send Out Messages FILLED WITH DOOM ... !!!
And Then NEXT THING You Hear The BOOM ... !?!

YES That's Right From YOUR Bedroom ... !?!

You Start To WEEP .......
But Then YOU HEAR ... " TUNE !!! " …
BANG ... Did I BURST Your Nice Ballon ... ?!?

That's My WARNING DON'T ASSUME ...
That You're IMPERVIOUS From Such Gloom ... !!!!!!

I'm SAYING THIS ... Certain Lyrics ...
Can Get Your Mind To Play SICK Tricks ... !!!!!

YES ALL of Us NOT Just The Kids ... !!!!!!

When You Were A Youth ...
Were You ... EQUIPPED ... ?

To ... Dissect Things ...
You Saw As A ... Kid ... ?

DON'T LIE To YOURSELF ... !!!
Be ... REAL About THIS ... !!!

And Then You'll See ...
Like ... " Pick 'n' Mix " ...

Swallowing TOO MUCH ...
Can Leave Your Teeth NEEDING A FIX ... !!!

As If You'd Been Punched ...
By An ... IRON FIST ... !!!!!

I BEG YOU Whether Young Or Old ...
Take In Things MORE POSITIVE ... !!!!!

ENLIST Your Brain To TAKE THE STRAIN ... !!!
DON'T Be Like Ben Man ... CHANGE Your Lane ... !!!

BEFORE Your Life Starts Dealing PAIN ... !!!
Cos' Things WON'T BE The Same AGAIN ... !!!

Cos' The Blood of A LOVED One Has Been Drained ...
And Now You Hear ... "Objection SUSTAINED !” …

SEE That's The Game Play With Your BRAIN ... !!!

NOT Bullets And Guns You'll Just Get BLAMED ...
Or NEVER LOOK ... The Same AGAIN ... !!!

I Want Love And PEACE In My Lifetime ...
NOT DEATH And PAIN And A Life of GRIME ... !!!

Listen To Things That FEED Your Mind ...
With Words of WISDOM NOT Packing A Nine ... !!!!!!

Try TV Shows With CONSCIOUS Signs ...
You May Just Learn From Things You'll Find ... ?
How To KEEP YOUR PLACE Within Mankind ... !!!!

This Poem's REFLECTIVE ................................... .............
... Refined And Designed ...
Somewhat Like This HERE Last Line ...

… UTILISE And ENERGISE ...
This INFINITE Thing That We Call ...

............................. " Time " ................................... .........
Who could fail to see the shimmer light,that sort of dimmer light where morning, would ignite the sky and sleeping dreams would wake to fly off to some daylight roost?
A boost to energise,more fires that light the morning skies and my eyes would take this all,this fireball and write it down,later to recall when spirits sink,that moment of the link ,between the heavens, and what I have seen is pure gold.

Someone told me Angels live beyond the morning where the fires still smoulder,I believed it but the older I become,the more I realise that the sun itself is the Angel watching over me and the fires that shimmer to ignite, lie perpendicular to the darkness of my night.

It is fit and right that I don't fully understand the workings of the inner hands of God,
for what a sod that I would be if I could see it all.
This is what midway is,
half out and hanging in to
dream on.

And that way to Wednesday,
but it's hopeless to tell you
unless the experience is
first hand,
second hand will not do,
I am watching.

It's early and
there's barely a sparkle in
my eyes
but I can see the future crawling
out of me,

hanging on with all my might
against things that drop off
in the night.
getting old.

Anyway midway's no way to start the day,
you need to motivate, to energise,
to put that sparkle in your eyes.
Big Virge Sep 2020
Bob Said These Words...
So... " OVER - Stand "... !!!

"You can't tell the woman, from the man ?"

And NOW These Words Are RARELY Heard...
Because The TRUTH Is Now IN VIEW...

Transgender Education...
For The Next Generation... !!!
While Peoples' Confusion...
Is Now... POLLUTING...
The World We're Using... !!!

So MANY ABUSING In Institutions...
Where It's CLEAR They Are CONFUSING...

Their Actions of... COLLUSION...
With Those of... AMUSEMENT... !?!

... " Midnight Types "...

Work In The... SPOTLIGHT... !!!
Cos' They Like To Moonlight...
AWAY From....................... "sight".....

You Have To Wonder...
What's In Their Minds...
As They Put ASUNDER...
What's Wrong From Right...

Marley Used MUSIC...
Like These People Use FUSES...
To... IGNITE Midnight...
With Light Personified...
As Confusion In The Heads...
of The... " Midnight Types "...

The FREAKS Who COME OUT...
In The... Middle of The Night... !!!

Because of Who They Be...
When They Look INTO The Light... !!!

The LIGHT That Resides...
In CONFUSED POLLUTED Minds... !!!!

The... " Midnight Types "...
Who Ride Like Knights...
Who Have NO SIGHT...
And Have NO TIME...

To ENERGISE... And FREE Themselves...
of The Passengers They FIGHT... !!!!!

The PASSENGERS They CANNOT Quell...
When DARKNESS Meets Their Light...

Within These Simple Messages...
Are HOMAGES In Rhymes...
To One of Our GREAT Messengers...

... " Bob Marley "...
" Truth and Rights "... !!!

These Words Are Simply...

....... " Vestiges ".......

of What He Saw In Life...
The... " Midnight Ravers "...

Doing Things...
That CLEARLY BLEW HIS MIND... !!!!!!
So Now I'm On... " The Ride "...
THIS One That We Call... " LIFE "...

These Days I Don't Feel Strong...
But Just Like Bob Said In His Song...

I Say...

"People RIDE ON...
That's Right People, RIDE ON...."

Because My Words May Not Be Heard...
But THIS I MUST... Pass On...............

Marley Was A LEGEND...
As Were Bunny And Tosh... !!!

Ravers With Those Flavours...
That Made People... " RIDE ON "...

So As I End This Piece of Verse...
THINK of The Wailers Song... !!!
And REMEMBER My Poetic Vibes...
That Now Speak On These......

... " Midnight Types "...

So YES People RIDE ON...
YES YES People RIDE ON...................
Inspired by the song, Midnight Ravers ...
Big Virge Oct 2020
It REALLY Is...
An AMAZING Thing... !!!

To See How QUICK...
Some People SWITCH...
When PRESSURE Liks’... !!!

And NOT The Type of Pressure...
That Brings... BAD Weather... !!!

I Mean The Type...
That Affects Mankind... !!!
And Women TOO...
When They Switch Their Moods... !!!

In Times Like THESE...
Where A... VIRAL DISEASE...
Has... LOCKED DOWN Streets... !?!

It’s AMAZING To See...
How The LOSS of MONEY...

Has AFFECTED Heads...
Who CLAIM To Care Less...
About MONEY CHESTS And Bank Interest...

Because They SWITCH...
Like... IGNORANT Kids... !!!

When It Comes To CASH...
That They CAN’T Grab...
To Fulfil Their Plans...
To Do This And That...

It’s... Really SAD...
To See People Get MAD...
And... Start To Act...
Like An IGNORANT *****...
Who Is PRONE To SNITCH... !!!

Sometimes I DO WISH...
I Could Turn OFF The Switch...
That Inspires Scripts of Lyrics Like THIS... !!!

But The PROBLEM Is...
That It’s The Type of Gift...
That’s... HARD To Resist... !!!!!

When I Start To Think...
And Suddenly LINK...
My Thoughts With Ink...
Or Of Course... Typing...

Because of The SWITCH...
To TECHNOLOGICAL Things...
That Now EXIST Like This Virus Is... !!!

You See This Poetic Piece...
Has Been Inspired...
By The Things I’ve Seen...
Since This NEW DISEASE...

Has Started Putting OUT Fires...
of... Lives And Desires...

And BROKEN Dreams...
As Well As LIMITED Means...
of People Who NEED...
To Really Stay HEALTHY... !!!

Instead of Having To FEAR...
of Now Being TOO NEAR...

To... People Who...
Have Got THIS FLU... !!!

A SWITCH That In TRUTH...
Is Just NOT COOL... !!!
Because It’s Now REMOVED...

How We... TREAT...
The People We’d GREET...

BEFORE This Disease...
SWITCHED Societies...

To Be... DISTANCED Beings...
Whose Switch Is Leaning...
To... SWIFTLY DEMEANING...

... Historical Teachings...

Like Communicating...
WITHOUT All This... SPACING...
That’s Clearly FRUSTRATING...
A... LOT ot of Locations... !!!

Where They’ve HAD TO SWITCH...
Because They Were TOO QUICK...
To... RE-OPEN Things...

So Their Switch Now STINGS... !!!
And May Now Be Bringing...
A SWITCH In... THINKING...
As SECOND Waves...
Start To RAISE The STAKES...
ALL OVER The Place... !!!

Which Would Be A SHAME... !!!

Even Those Who CREATE...
Are SWITCHING In Ways...
That AREN’T So Great... !!!

Because They’re Trying To Play...
The Game In... NEW WAYS...

When Basically Things...
Will Remain The SAME... !!!

SWITCHING Up Names...
And SWITCHING Up Tracks...

Instead of Sticking To FACTS...
And NOT Trying To Act...
As If They’ve SWITCHED...
How It Is That They THINK... ?!?

I’m NOT Switching My Vibe...
From... REALITY Rhymes... !!!

Because... If The Cap FITS...
You KNOW You NEED To WEAR It... !!!

Because You CAN’T SWITCH Hit...
Like... BASEBALL Swings... !!!

Or Like Black Lives...
That Only Matter When We DIE... ?!?

By The Hands of A Guy...
Whose Skin Tone Is WHITE...
And Has POLICEMEN Ties... ?!?

That’s A SWITCH That MY MIND...
REALLY DOES NOT LIKE... !!!

What About Black Rhymes... ???
That DON’T Energise Vibes of Packing NINES...
And Running IGNORANT Lines About Gang Fights...
That SWITCH Like Tribes of The AFRICAN Type... !!!!!!!

That... DESTROY Lives...
And The Chance To UNITE...

I Mean... WHY OH WHY... ?!?

Do We SWITCH And Then DENY...
The TRUTH To Feed... LIES... !?!

In... Chatter That Matters...
About As Much As These SLAPPERS....
Or These... Young Gun Clappers... !!!!!!

Who SHOULD...
Choose To SWITCH Targets...
And STOP Being So HEARTLESS... !!!

And MAYBE Then Black Lives...
And The Minds of Whites...
Might SWITCH From Fights...
of The... RACIST Type... !!!

And Then Guys Like I...
WOULDN'T Have To Write...

About HYPOCRISY...
Within Our Human Breed...

Because We’d Learn To FORGIVE...
And NOT Have To Live...
Like Some Kind of SNITCH...

Who Is FAR TOO QUICK...
When PROBLEMS Persist...

To Start To TWITCH...

And Then SUDDENLY.....

........ “ SWITCH “.......
Well, one things fa' sure now, with all that this year of 2020 has brought, one of the biggest changes it's brought, has been the switching of peoples' priorities, and sadly, in many case, their attitudes towards each other !
Big Virge Jun 2021
My Purpose Is BIGGER... !!!!!
Than To Earn BIG Figures...
For Using Rhyme Scripture...
That's WEAKER Than... Tigger... !!!!!

It's Purpose Like Fixtures...
Holds FIRM and Delivers...

Mixtures That TRIGGER...
Verse Built To FEED THINKERS...
And BEAUTIFUL Pictures...
That Linger Like Mixtures...
of.... POTENT Elixirs... !!!!!!

ACTUAL... Natural...
Thoughts That Are FACTUAL... !!!!!

Visions of LIFE...
That I Find Fuel My Mind...
To Write and Transcribe...
These... Poetic Vibes...

That Purposely FLY... !!!
Like Eagles UP HIGH... !!!!!

It's Purpose Is... RIGHT... !!!

MORE THOUGHT And Less Fights... !!!!!
More TRUST And YES... LOVE... !!!!

Instead of This Stuff...
Like... Usage of Guns...
That Takes Peoples Blood... !!!!

And LESS Ignorance... !!!!
That CLEARLY Now Runs...

From People Like Trump...

Whose Purpose Is Worthless...
And Makes People NERVOUS... !!!

Like... Internet Servers...
That Seem To Now HURT US....
Because of These PERVERTS... !!?!!

Whose Purpose HURTS Persons...
Like... ” Poisonous Serpents “... !!!!!!

My Purpose EMERGES...
To COUNTER Aversions...
That Leave People BURDENED... !!!

A Purpose That NEEDS...
To Be Neutered With SPEED... !!!!

Like Greed and Deceit...
And KILLINGS On Streets...
By... Thugs and Police...

Whose Purpose Would Seem...
To Be THAT of A Team...
Who Feed NIGHTMARISH Dreams.... !!!!!

To... Young Families.... !!!
And Older Ones TOO... !!!!!!

Actions UNCOUTH... !!!
That Give LIVING PROOF...
That Some Peoples Purpose...
Is Something That WORSENS...
Like... Funeral Sermons... !!!!!

My Usage of Letters...
Has Purpose To BETTER...
The Way That WE ARE... !!!!

Because My Words Chart...
A Way To SHOW HEART...
In Times That Are DARK... !!!

By Offering LIGHT... !!!
In These Rhymes That I Write...

Their Purpose Is BRIGHT...
Word Clever and SHARP... !!!

And ALWAYS Makes Marks...
With Those Whose Minds' Light...
Wants MORE Than The Prize...
Between Peoples' Thighs...

... Chicas' and Guys...
Whose Purpose Is WILD... !!!!!

While Mine Is Now Wise...
And Much MORE Inclined...
To Search For The HIGHS...
That... ENERGISE Life..... !!!!!

My Purpose Has Style...
And Numerous Files...
of Verse That's Observed...
From Things That I've Learned...

It's MUCH MORE Than Words...
It's More Like GOOD HERB.... !!!

That HEIGHTENS My Mind...
And Body With... " VIBES "...

With Thinking That FLIES.... !!!
ABOVE Peoples' Lies.... !!!!!

From Government Types...
Who... " POLITICISE "...

Like Gangsters Whose Purpose...
Is Simply To.... HURT US.... !?!?!

POOR EXCUSES For People... !!!
Who Seem To LIKE EVIL... !?!?!

Much More Than KNIEVEL'... !?!

I Guess That's The Way... ?
They Feel They Must Sway...

To Me They're Like Merchants...
Whose Service Is WORTHLESS... ?!?

CLOWNS In A Circus...
Who SHOULD FACE...
... INSURGENTS... !!!

Because They Are SURPLUS....
To Our.... Epidermis... !!!!!

Humans Whose MAIN Urge IS...
To Learn To SERVE A GOOD...

....... " Purpose "........
It took me a while to find it, but I think it's fair to say that writing this material, was meant to be at least, one of the purposes for my being here ......
Peter Kiggin Sep 2016
Light we never will truly see

The moth hit the lamp light three times and I decided to turn it off
The damage we do to our bodies searching for light when it's darkness we feel most comfortable with
Understanding the human condition then you must go back 40,000 years or more
We are born of beasts made to act like beasts when forced
Deny our ancestry and burdon your self with too many questions to answer
If animals we were meant to be then animals we should act but the irony is knowing that fact
Romanticising the truth of the history of man and beast run very close together
The ultimate kindness is to all die of a virus leaving the world to re-energise and maybe a kinder animal will develop to become a new leader with vision for light to further our growth of what we call a brain.
genocide and much more
nivek Jul 2016
one step into silence will energise a hundred fold
reward your small sacrifice
- beyond your noise hungry self could ever imagine
Mohd Arshad Apr 2019
When I return from the field
And you open the door
Drink me some sips of thy love
Dipped into your smile
And let the world know
That smiles are the boost
To energise the tired mind
Elm Jul 2019
Hubble's space is a place
Far removed from earthly tastes
Enlarged small won't energise all
For what is a constellation,
Under magnification?
Big Virge Nov 2020
Well It’s CLEAR That... “ Gatekeepers “...
Wear Some DIFFERENT Sneakers... !!!!!!

Creepers... Whose Weakness...
Prefers To Bleed BLEAKNESS... !!!

Through Their...
So Called... TEACHERS... ?!?
And... Public Speakers.... !?!

I’m NOT ONE Who PREACHES... !!!
Because I DON’T FEATURE... !!!
The Type of Scripture...
That NEEDS TO Pull Triggers... !!!!!

Or... ACT Like Those Figures...
Now ADORED By MILLIONS... !!!

Gatekeepers NEED Keys...
To PRESERVE FALLACIES...
That What They PROVIDE...
Are... ARTISTIC Vibes...

That HELP People RISE...
From IGNORANT Crimes... ?!?

of The Minds That Now RISE...
WITHOUT ANY Dark Knights...
of... DIFFERENT TYPES... ?!?!?

Because of THE SIGHT...
of DARKNESS In Rhymes...
That... Dark Knights RECITE...
And... Choose To Now WRITE... !!!

Well HEY That’s Just FINE...
But They Might Just FIND...
That We’re Now In Times...
Where THEY Will Take FLIGHT... !!!

EVEN IF They Don’t Like...
Or Choose To ENERGISE...
...... REALITY Lines...... !!!!!!!

Through Mics Or Headlines...
That... Mediums Choose...
To USE Spirits To Move...
Through QUALITY Grooves...
That SOUL BROTHERS Use...

That They Choose To REFUSE... !!!

Until They Get SCHOOLED...
By Those Who Make... COOL...
What THEY CLAIM Is NOT Tuned.... !?!

Like CHARTERS Whose Names...
DESERVE To Be... “ SHAMED “... !!!

Like ANTHEMS Now... “ Staged “....
That... CERTAIN MAN Say....
REPRESENT Keys To CHAINS....
That Have LONG ENSLAVED Braves...
And YES... " 49ers’ "... !!!!

Kaepernick Has Faced FIRE...
For... Choosing To Sit...
When Anthems NOW Ring...
For People To Sing...

Because of THE FACT....
That They RELATE... NOT TO Him... !!!!!
But... Historical Things...
That MANY NOW Think...
Were YES... DISGUSTING... !!!!!

TOO MANY For Me...
To NOW Try To List...
In THIS Lyrical Script... !!!

So I’ll... END With THIS... !!!

Gatekeepers Are SLAVES... !!!
Who MAINTAIN KEEPING Chains...

That KEEP THIS THING Detained... !!!

The Ideal of YES... Spreading...
MUCH MORE Than Their Bedding... !!!

In Terms of The Setting...
And People They LET IN...
To Dine And Then BUY...

So That They Can SHINE... !!!!!!
In MORE THAN The Minds...
of People... INCLINED...
To Want SOMETHING MORE...
Than What THEY LOCK And Store...

Behind Gates That... Ignore...

What’s REAL And TOO RAW... !!!!!!
For Those Whose Key WEAKNESS...

Is Being One of THESE...

.... “ Gatekeepers “....
As most of us now know that they exist, and what type of people some of them are, this piece is just for them !
Whisper Yes Dec 2023
Am I crazy or awakening?
Coming alive or loosing grip
Will I get what I want?
Truth, love, contentment, peace, eroticism
Eyes open
He wants fantasy to energise life
I want life to be energising
Life to be ******
I am showing up
I show up
Folllow folllow follow
The re enlivened desire to message
Not the same charge
Don't give your power away
See it all
Feel it all
Let go
Written some time back
Alan S Jeeves Sep 2020
Where have all the raindrops gone
Spilling from on high?
Which once would fall about my head
But now my head is dry.
Where have all the snowflakes gone
Ambling down from space?
Shivering in the winter wild
And melting on my face.

Where have all the rivers gone
Dashing to and fro?
They once would splash across the land
As seaward they would go.
Where have all the oceans gone
To crash against the shore?
All that's left is salted sand
Upon a seabed floor.

Where have all the rainbows gone?
They lighted up the days.
They once would bow and bend and reach
So far, the eye could gaze.
Where have all the sundrops gone
To energise the rain?
Absent now, without a trace,
And never seen again.

And where have all my brothers gone?
Each walked the earth with me;
O'er moor and mountain, here and there,
From clifftop to the sea.
And where have all my sisters gone
And all the loves I've known?
Disappeared, just like the rain,
So, now I'm left alone.

                                ASJ
Maitsholo Oct 2020
I am your energy
You irrigate plants with me
Plants which gives food
Food which is your energy

I am misclean liquid washer
I energise the inside part of the human bodies.
Big Virge Jul 2020
In A Time Where Zones...
... Across The Globe...

Are......... “CLOSED”..........

To AVOID Being...
... Bro ken... !!!

I Think That It’s Wise...
To Keep Our Minds OPEN... !!!

OPEN To... LIES...
And Truths RECOGNISED...
In These INCREDIBLE Times... !!!

Cos’ This Corona Has Closed...
The World As A WHOLE... !!!

... Isn’t That AMAZING... ?!?

Were You EVER THINKING...
That Things Could Come To This... ?!?

Borders... CLOSED... !?!
Social Contact... " Zoned "... ?!?

Toilet Roll Shown...
To Be Treated Like GOLD... ?!?

I Mean It’s Hard To Stay OPEN...
When Everything’s... CLOSED...
Or In... "LOCKDOWN Mode"... !?!?!

So...
What IS Now Open... ???

Well...
New Tech That Is Showing...
Where Life Will Be Going...

And Work That Would Seem...
To Feed... TECHNOLOGY...

Just Like This New Thing...
That They’re Calling... " 5G "... ?!?

So Now TECHNOLOGY...
Is Now Taking The LEAD... ???

Because Humanity...
Is Now LOST And At Sea... !!!

I Mean... SERIOUSLY... !!!

Does Anyone Really Know...
What’s Behind This New Low...
And How Life Can Now Flow... ?!?

With NO MORE Live Shows...
OUTSIDE of Folks Homes... !?!

NO MORE FREEDOM Road... !!!

Even Sherlock Has Stopped...
Cos’ He’s Now Home ALONE... !!!

ISOLATED... From Watson...
Because of This Nonsense... !?!

Nonsensical Closures...
Because of EXPOSURE...
To A Virus That’s Opened...

A Problem That's POTENT... !!!

So For Now...
NO MORE JOKING... !!!

Because No One Is Knowing...
How Many Are Open...
To Joining The Quotient...

of Deaths OVERFLOWING... !?!

Like VOLATILE Oceans... !!!
NO DANNY But Motions...

SINISTER... Just Like Seven... !!!

A Pitt Filled With Kevin’s...
Not Lately Cos’ Spacey’s...

Picked A Number Like...
.......... “ Slevin’ “..........

Not Lucky But UGLY...
Just Like That Doll CHUCKY... !!!

And I’m Not Being Silly... !!!
Ask... Jennifer Tilly... !!!

So Their Deaths Remain OPEN...
Because They Are Tokens...
of Systems Now... B R O K E N... !!!!

And NO I’m NOT JOKING... !!!

Because My Minds Open...
To NOT Losing Focus...

On These CORRUPT P.O.T.U.S.... !!!!!
I’m Like Bond Driving LOTUS... !!!
When It Comes To These Locust...

Okay They’re NOT LOCUST... !!!

But They Swarm Like Bees HOPELESS... !!!
of Tasting That Honey Cos’ They’re All About Money...
These Closures Are Funny Cos’ Things Won’t Be Sunny...

It Would Seem For... SOME TIME... !!!

Which Seems To Be Why I’m Inspired To Write...
So MANY New Rhymes In These CRAZY TIMES... !!!

Right Now It Feels Like...
This Just CANNOT Be Right... ?!?

Even When There’s Sunshine...
Lots of Folk Stuck INSIDE... ?!?

Because They’re AFRAID...
of... Losing Their Lives... !?!?!

Or Is It... Their MINDS... ?!?

There May Well Be A RISE...
In Rates of... SUICIDES... !!!

Because of Lockdowns...
Where Brains Have Shutdown...
Because of The Sounds...
Coming From CERTAIN Mouths...
That Keep Spreading DOUBT...
About What SURROUNDS...
Whilst Corona’s Around... !?!

So MUCH Has...
... CLOSED DOWN...
That Re-Opening Now...

Will Cost Billions of Pounds...
And Yes... Dollars Too... !!!
Or Maybe It’s YEN...
That Will Finally Rule... ?!?

And Let’s Not Forget...
About Russia’s Presence... !!!

And How Could I Forget...
This... US President... !!!?!!!

Who CAN'T Keep His Mouth CLOSED... !!!

It’s ALL Become... A JOKE... !!!
WITH NO LAUGHTER In Tow... !!!

That’s Now...
Way Beyond Quotes From Political Folks... !!!

Cos’ The Seeds That They’ve Sown...
Have Now Left Things BROKEN... !!!!!!

So This Verse Is Focussed...
On Pushing The NOTION...

That It’s Time To ENERGISE...

Our Minds To Be.......

......... OPEN........ !!!!!!!
Well, one things for sure, the Corona Virus has opened people up to a lot of very different things....

— The End —