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Max Hale Aug 2013
Camping out is an experience everyone should have
The cool grass in the morning and the birdsong
Timeless air keeps you alive, energises the soul.
Freezing feet and nose is inevitable as blanket or sleeping bag
Don't quite make the grade
The hard ground or undersheet has a smell that remains
In your nose and in your memory
Bringing the place back to you in your latter years.
Once breakfast is cooking everything seems OK
The worst part is the transition of night into day
Then day into night,
It's easy, stay up and just look upwards
No light pollution, no clouds, no sound
Drink in the inky blackness as Orion's three winking lights
Demonstrate how wonderful life is
But more importantly how small we are
Tiny dim orange lights glow in the tents and vans
Muffled noises diminish as the occupants climb
Into their cosy beds and roll themselves up
To keep out the cold, the inevitable insects
One by one the darkness becomes complete
Until no more music can be heard or
Voices, rustling sounds or whimpering children
Wanting their teddy bear or comfort blanket
Mummies and Daddies soothing
The silence is deafening save a cool breeze
Just flapping the tent canvas, small cracking
Sounds as it rolls and then straightens.
Rolls then straightens gently, gently, gently
The guy ropes straining a little then relaxing
Another night comes to the campsite
Enveloped in darkness all are safe and inside
Their little tent or van
Goodnight campers, sleep tight.

Max Hale
Lust is selfish,love is selfless
Lust wants your body,love needs your soul.
Lust wants physical fulfillment,love needs emotional fulfillment.
Lust is conditional,love is unconditional.
Lust gives to receive,love gives for free.
Lust drains you,love energises you.
Lust is chaos,love is peace.
Lust fails,love never fails.
Lust is addiction,obsession,. But love,it is spacious,it does not envy.
Love is forgiving and kind. It does not hold grudges.
Love is a jewel,treasure it.
Lust happens to us but it should not dominAte. Let love take the lead.
Justin Chinyere Oct 2015
Reflections of my self, my being, my person, my soul,
Forever replayed, reshown, redone, reinacted
For the fact is
The strength that settles in my palms is ignited by the ignorance of man.

Oh man oh man how corrupt and vile does your mind be
Calculating and engineering plans and strategies
That will never leave your mind,
Free
To be or not to be
A mockerey
Of your confused biology, which hysterically
Questions your existence.
A gift so great,
Yet bronzed with your persistence to query the beauty I have given you,
Which is life!
Behind every man is a woman who loves and sacrifices their own needs and Necessities for happiness,
Clarity and justice.
A dancing cherubim dancing elegantly like a warm summer ray from your childhood Window.
Revitilises,
Re-energises,
Re-grows,
The root of your soul
As if the buds of may.

Honey toned, chocolate foamed
Milky light,
All pleasures for your delight.
Spread on to one body of immaculate perfection
Formed from Aphrodite's tears.

But the woman,

The woman possesses such omnipotent spiritual clasp on nature
That if she was to know,
Overstand
Or
Even accept a miniscule quantity of this knowledge

Then-man-would-be-woman.

To trap and encase a man like a rodent
Is to burn a ring of fire around his finger that leads life to his heart,
Where it beats impatiently to the tune of the womans song.

Skin soft, eyes lost
Sight of who I am,
Many different descriptions -although similar- still not the same,
But am I really to blame?
For the insecurities that you have belittled on me.
For my hair is long,
Then short,
Then short,
Then none.
My skin dark,
Then light,
Then light,
But not right
A constant fight,
A battle to aim for the right kind of existence but even still
I Exist!
And realise whatever you insist, still
I Exist,
Which is that gift that i hold in my being here,
Looking there
At my elegant stare,,
Which i dare
To offend the image, which you have sought to be womanly.

No longer do I fear my image
As it is a powerful icon of modern day life
To withstand the turbulent stresses and grind of strife

To help a man.

To have.

A happy.

WIFE!
.

Monsoon,
..
Lightens the tension,
Relieves the pain
Brightens the spirits,
Heightens the desires,
..
Power of rain,
.
.
Restores the life,
In purest form,
Abundance of greens,
Purity sublimes.
..
Soaking in rain,
.
.
Love the rain drops,
Drowning the face,
Walk with nature,
Energises the soul,
..
Beauty of nature,
.
.
Paints the sketch,
With brushes of freshness,
Blossoms the life,
With colors unlimited,
.
undefined.

Sparkle In Wisdom.
10/8/2019
nivek Oct 2015
Something communicated and not necessarily worded
a space between, holding its own creation, its own reality
deep down the heart of things, a silent kiss, a union of more than lips
the coming together of spirits once joined in love, never forgotten
and all that spins off from this dynamic, energises everything else.
Sean Achilleos Nov 2018
They're here
They're upon us
Arrived while the world was sleeping
While in a coma
Scheming eyes behind rubbery masks
Painted smiles with veneered teeth
Keeping us still
Keeping us on mute
Dosed up on pills
Chemically induced
Stolen our minds
Stolen our thoughts
While looking in our eyes
The scent of our fear energises them
Who are they you ask
Opposition to man
In every profession
Positions of power
To practice control
To take control
Sending terror through the airwaves
Mankind their guinea pig
Experiments performed without your knowledge
While watching your favourite movie
Portholes everywhere
Who can you trust
No-one
Who can you tell
No-one
For the person next to you
Might be more than just ... Someone
Written by Sean Achilleos 01 November 2018©
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Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
My hot steaming coffee
is wafting a beautiful flavour
into my nose
and I feel energised
as I breathe in.
Sipping my coffee
is a delectable experience:
Nutty, fruity, sweet with milk.

My coffee
tastes beautiful,
energises me
and is good milky nutrition.
betterdays Jul 2017
the mist of my voice
lays gently on the cold window
the sun is yet to shine
as i leave my comfort behind
still warm and fetal beneath
duck down doona's

i tell the house goodbye
and that i will return, anon.
and step forth into the frozen dew
sparkling on the winter faded lawn

once in the car, I sigh with deep breath
this is something that needs be done
but my heart falters at leaving the nest

for it is away i must go, to find some rest
it is to leave in order to stay, to be my my best
each year i take this small season of me
each year i go... go be alone in order to hone
my mind and shed dark blue barnacles
so upon my return my boat runs smooth
through river and wave, calm and typhoon

i retreat from this world and this world from me
i go find a place full of water and tree
and there i sit and sleep and walk,
very little do I talk, i do not perform
or  teach, i do not quest or overreach

i am but pebble in a river,
the water, washes and reforms me
i am but budding leaf, on tree
the sun energises me

I am snail, content,
within my fragile shell

I am quiescent, within my soul
Harry Oct 2023
A blazing embrace
The radiance with which you shine, energises swiftly
Fluttering heat, an enamoured connection
Without you the days a waste
Heather Lea Jun 2020
If you fill a bottle up with water from the sea, is that water still the sea?
If that bottle explodes; smashes on the pavement, and the water spreads, until slowly evaporating into the sky, is that water still the sea?
When the water gathers and forms darkness in the clouds above, is that water still the sea?
When the water falls down from the sky in droplets of rain, is that water still the sea?
When the rain soaks into the ground and kisses the leaves, is that water still sea?
When the water weaves its way from the soil and winds up the roots of the trees, is that water still the sea?
When the water then oozes out as oxygen from the trees, is that water still the sea?
When the water enters our noses in the air we breathe,
Soaks into our blood,
Energises our body,
Fills our lungs,
Are we still that sea;
Or
A bottle
Holding
The
Sea,
Waiting
To
Explode?

Heather Lea
Big Virge Mar 2020
It's Said That …

"Old McDonald Had A Farm " …

But What About The Farm … ?
Where Words Are … " Farmed " … ?
Through Songs That Charm ….
And Visuals That Chart …

Beauty And Harm … !!!
Do You Know The Farm I'm Talking About … ?
Well When This Poem's Ended There WON'T Be ANY DOUBT …
of The Farm I Now ... Place Words Around … !!!!!

It's One That Expounds And Sounds Folks Out …
About MUCH MORE Than Grand Applause And Big Awards ...

THIS FARM ENDURES SO MUCH That's POOR … !!!!!
That Certain Doors ... DON'T Open For … !!!

Livestock That ROARS … !!!!!
With A Cause That IMPLORES ...
A NEED For MORE ... Produce That's PURE … !!!!!

WITHOUT Sects Inside Who Plot To Hide …
The Unnatural Vibes Their Food Provides … !!!

Just Like …. Common Sense Verse ….
Ya Know … " I Used To Love Her " … !!!

But As Time Has Passed ................…
I've Seen MUCH That HARMS The Heart of The Farm … !!!!!

Like DESTRUCTIVE Arms That Move TOO FAST … !!!
Rather Than Take Time To Farm With Pride …

NOT THE PRIDE Now Seen That's Become UNCLEAN ... !!!!!

But The Type That Breeds And FEEDS QUALITY … !!!!!
Through Seeds That grOW And Create Flows …
Where Nature Shows Through Use of …. " HOES " ….

That Digging Deep ...
Can Feed The Sheep With Grass That's GREEN … !!!!!

Cos' It's FILLED WITH Themes ...
of …. NURTURING Scenes …. !!!

Where NUTRITION GLOWS And Becomes FULL BLOWN …
When What's On SHOW ... ENERGISES Bones … !!!!!!

And EDIFIES Minds Because What's Inside …
REJECTS Pesticides And Steroids TOO … !!!!!

Such Things REFUSED And NOT Induced … !!!
To Persuade Our Youth To Consume What's GROOMED … !!!

As Being ……… " GOOD FOOD " …. ?!?
Cos' It AIN'T THAT GOOD And Robs Like Hoods … !!!!!

That Ring The Alarms Like Those Who Bear Arms … !!!
As If Their Farm ... REQUIRES ****** ... !?!?!

These Days I Sit With Farmers …
Who STILL Feed Off GOOD Karma ...
Cos' I NEVER Liked Snake Charmers … !!!!!

So Choose To REJECT Partners …
Who'd Rather Bring The DRAMA … !!!!!
When They Should Just Be CALMER ...

Than All These Young … " Osamas' " …
Or Maybe They're ... " Obamas' " … ?!?!?

These Days It's Getting HARDER ...
To Trust In FARMS Where Charters ...
Had Slaves Like ... " Founding Fathers " … !!!!!
  
The Farm Today STILL Employs Slaves … !!!
Who Pave Their Way In Todays' … " New Age " …
By Making Waves Through ****** Displays … !!!!!

My Pen And Page FARM Like … " A Sage " …
Profound and Wise Like The Words I Write …

I NO Longer Get Vex When The Farm Invests …
In Food That Tends To Cause PROBLEMS ... !!!
Like Chickens With Heads That **** Like Feds' … !!!!!

***** And ***** Like Rainfall In Squalls … !!!
Because Their Downfall Will Be Slit Necks ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!

When It's Time To CULL ...
And Have Them … ANNULLED ... !!!!!

In What Could Be Said ... ???
To Be … Their Last CHEQUE ... !!!!!
  
NO Chip and Pin When I'm FARMING … !!!
Cos It's A NATURAL Ting' That My Produce Brings … !!!!!

But The Farm RESISTS ... Lyrics Like THIS … !!?!!
Because I Guess Through My Poems …

I Tell Corporate Men ...
To Come CORRECT Before I Get UPSET … !!!
And Go For The TOOLS BAD Farmers USE …. !!!

So DON'T Get It Confused … ?!?
I See The Coup ... But Join Their Crew … ???

Unlikely ... TRUE ... !!!!!

But … NEVER SAY NEVER … !!!
Cos' My Farm ENDEAVOURS To Feed Me BETTER … !!!

So May One Day Dwell ...
Where I've Been Paid Well To Quell Myself …......................

Like Horses In Stables Til' My Farm Sells Fables …
And A Price Is Tabled So I Produce What They Want ….

WAIT A MINUTE NOW … STOP !

Something Seems A Bit WRONG ...
Cos' What I Farm Is STRONG … !!!!!
And May NOT Belong Where THEY Come From … !!?!!

Time Will Tell If I'll Ever Sell …
My Produce CHEAP To Make Ends Meet ... ?!?

My Poetry ... Is Part of Me … !!!
And REFLECTS Through Verse …

The Heart of … " Big Virge " … !!!

So Now My Path Has Brought Me To ART … !!!
And The Very Start of This Piece That Charts …
Towards The Question That I Once Again Ask … ???

I Asked At The Beginning …
What Farm Produces Lyrics … ?!?
Instead of Wool For SPINNING … ???

I Hope You Now Are Thinking …......................…

About The Path of …. ARTS ….
Now Topping DIFFERENT Charts … !!!
Because From My LONG Arms .............................
These Words Have Left Their Mark …

And Produced Something … " HARD " … !!!!!
From ... DEEP Within My Heart …

MY PASSION To Impart ...
My Thoughts About The Arts … !!!!!

That Constitute ……
What In MY View …

Are Part of … YES …  

…. " The Farm " ….
A slightly different look at farming, and thus, The Farm !
NAP Sep 2018
She is rich, hot and dark,
She is my South American beauty,
My object of desire.

She is the first thing on my mind each day,
And I am a lucky man indeed as I get to enjoy her raw nakedness each morning,
She sets my pulse a racing and it energises me for the day ahead.

I look forward to our lunchtime together,
When I get to hold her again, and stare deep into her,
Intoxicated by her perfume, the time flies past so fast.
That brief 20 minutes in her company just isn’t enough to slake my desire.

Walking through the city I have seen her sat with other men,
And it stirs within me barely controllable jealousy.
I want to rush over and ****** her away
Yelling, “NO! she’s mine!”
But I don’t, she deserves to be admired by others too.

She looks so good, no matter how she is styled,
Elegant, classic or cool & casual.
And I proudly enjoy my bus journey home in her company,
Once again savouring our time together.

She has become my mistress, my world,
A captive of her exoticness, I am enslaved,
To me she is everything,
But to you,
Maybe she is just a cup of coffee.
nivek Jan 2020
Beauty energises a dry well
makes it swell, gush a fountain
freely quenches the thirsting soul
makes whole the ugly truths.
kromwellfarkus Feb 2023
Stubborn boy
Allowed to grow moss
Smoking all your time
Drinking all your memories.

She passes me and brushes against the back of my hand and kisses me ever so softly on my furrowed brow.

I hear her, singing the words to a beautiful song, in the kitchen...

Backs of my eyes light up, waves of ideas deluge across the South side of my mind, her beauty and unselfishness, bring life into this desert fish.

Generator energises,

Triggering the lightening, the will and able.

Stubborn boy, you're waking up, she has stripped you of all your moss, you may roll as you wish.

You're free.

— The End —