"enroll" poems
A holy dip in a river, revere you may,
Or any philanthropic act may it be,
Only wisdom finds divine salvation,
From cynic cycles of birth and death,
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….17
Relish respite in temple serene,
Cherish in the shadow of a tree,
Squat or lie on a flat ground,
Renounce worldly comforts,
Peace prevails in plenty.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….18
Dwell you may, in ecstasy,
Of fanfare and fortitude,
Attached to materialism,
But, to revel in the divine bliss is;
The only redemption of lingering life.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….19
Delve into the divine discourse of deliverance,
Sip the holy drops of sacred rivers,
Worship the lordship of Almighty
The Lord of Death dare not pinch you.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond …20
Pangs of birth, panic of death,
Over and over, again and again,
Make one and all sick and sullen.
Cultivate divine diary of deeds,
Enroll the ultimate bliss of eternity.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond …..21
He who cogitates cool inward,
Be content with what he has,
Contempt to what he has not,
May look like an innocent child,
Or an indecent mad cap outward.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond …..22
Question yourself –
Who are you and me?
And other kith and kin?
There lies delusion in delight,
Of experience and exposure,
Of trials and tribulations,
Ending up in ****** dreams.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond 23
Almighty is all pervasive,
In you and me and all around,
To be furious is to be foolish,
Drop ego; uphold equality& equanimity,
As the best way to sacred sanctum
Believe in boundless bliss beyond 24
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
I heeded that you are married
no attribution against you
I the one to rebuke
I could've been a man sufficiently
when you said: man up
I became less a man you yenned
I was dark to scope your worst of love
I blundered to enroll, only love is to rescue
I exclusively thought you had a disease
that you can't breathe in general
though I am envious, but I still say:
God bless you and your remedy
He should be me to rescue you
But I was dark to cognize
affection is the only thing you need to meliorate
I urge I could just turn back the hands of time
Began a fashionable living with you
Instantly that I cognize, you are a love patient
I'll man up, I'll provide sufficiently
I'll satisfy your breathe
Just so, I cognize
you are mated to him
He's better than me, better than anyone else
In him you belong, stay blessed.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
They say
that a beginner
has many options,
but an expert
has one or none,
so I joined
a new website
where there
are thousands
of great photographers,
so, inspired by them
I decided
to enroll in Buddha's self-help school
of beginning photography,
and actually
I have never liked
photography as an art form,
until I began studying
and now I am obsessed
by the actions
of my little Kodak
that gives me
such amazing
bad photography.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:32 AM UTC
Do not come to me with your messages
Of honey laced with lies
Singing hallelujah from your wreckage
Spinning spite
With upturned eyes
I see your hands are folded there
In prayerful solitude
Yet your actions speak that you don’t care
When you think no ones
Watching you
You speak to me of compassion dear
Mercy which you hold
However those words are just words I fear
Moving lips
From eyes so cold
If you have come here to save my soul
With honey laced with lies
Then I prefer not to enroll
In any lessons
You can provide
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
He's wearing my favorite shirt.
And he speaks in tones of peppered loss and rageless loss.
The claws click against the veranda's shade.
His pockmarks glow in the reflected dew.
So quietly announcing the sun's stretches and it's yawn.
They arrive, my fast continues.
Beneath the grounded carpet,
The slope brings me towards the river.
The color green surrounds me, my reflection quite to speak.
I stop to look above and see the black clip of flight.
I look to the paper and begin to finish.
The ink runs out as I enroll in the water's treatment.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Two crossed lovers with one common goal,
To find their way to each other and bind their souls in gold,
I was told , to find a woman with a peaceful heart,
Must've told myself that , cause nobody would enroll,
The facts of life to be a man and understand all of the urges,
Now stuck in a time where I gotta give myself more courage,
My family always had a hand in all of my contingencies,
I hope these ignorant complacent people stop trying me,
When I have a child of my own, he or she will have the advantage to
Learn things on their own , he or she will know the meaning of respect when
It condones,
He or she will know there won't be any favorites on this throne,
They don't have to know about their grandmother,
Does it bother me in any way to never let my kids see the woman
That should've gave me more love,
Or the woman that locked me away when I needed someone to
Go to , but I had no one,
Thats why I'm leaving everyone,
Bye.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
This loss is very hard upon his mother:
Enduring first his birth and then his death.
The time between -scarcely a generation-
But in that short span of time he proved his worth.
They are too few, the proud who wear the emblem,
And fight our countries battles in our stead.
When they found him, his position was surrounded
By the bleeding bodies of Jihadist dead.
Enroll his name among our Countries’ heroes
Remember him for all of time to come,
But put away the medal they awarded-
I need no medal to recall my son.
My brave strong son who first fought in Fallujah,
and battled militants in Kandahar.
He joined the fallen as his tour was ending
Hearts can't be mended with a golden star..
In the dark days that now will be our portion,
I will ponder certain questions in my mind:
Was this sacrifice truly required?
Is our suffering random or by design?
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
Embrace me
like the cool
waves of your
deep sea;
Enroll me
like the clouds
of your
blue sky;
Enchant me
like beats
of your drum;
Enhance me
like the rhythm
of your flute .
By
Williamsji Maveli
Email
[email protected]
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
sit back be forceful but don't allude
scheme and ****** you may get fooled
castigation comes in many shades
embracing and loving forms a delicate braid
spirit is everywhere even when unseen
like past reflections can be very keen
take things firmly by the arm
the rest will seem to follow like a charm
I glanced down a street long lost in time
reflections danced freely in pantomime
agreed and settled through turgid word
at times so flagrant... spiritually absurd
grasping at passing... flirting gain
arrived with admonishments down the drain
search for solace in scripture and voice
without a purpose and little choice
twist of a ***** and flip of a coin
we enroll in our fantasy... standing ready to join
a howl of delight and a feathered cap
steady our stroll clear over the gap
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Over and over again
the ongoing psychosis named reality
throws at us the vile complications of existence
like a rigged tax funded snowball war in which you are forced to enroll
when you are born among proletarians
and concrete orphans more twisted than Oliver Twist
like ghetto kids with knives and narcotic nights
men that walk the same sidewalk as you
the same asphalt dreams and latent ambitions
trapped in the same staircase of materia
causing the universe to circle reason
and stomp the ant man with work boots of international negligence
like something out of an Ingmar Bergman film
as the saints will prevail like the flickering candle in an artic snow lantern
battling it’s ice ceiling like flying intifada rocks in glass houses
while the chess game of psychoanalysis continues
like the sorrows of young Werther
in the blood of your martyred nightmares
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
Hush, my baby.
With silence, comes a power.
Hush, for you, there might be a someday, maybe.
With silence, the men will cower.
Be still, my child.
With stillness, comes desire.
Be still, do not release the wild.
With stillness, you shall rule an empire.
Be smart, my love.
With wisdom, comes control.
Be smart, resemble the sleeping dove.
With wisdom, all the queens’ men shall enroll.
Be stunning, my girl.
With beauty, comes a price.
Be stunning, you will send them in a whirl.
With beauty, you will set there hearts in ice.
Hush, my woman.
With patience, potential will level with pace.
Hush, the Saxons are comin’.
With patience, you can never live to see grace.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:23 PM UTC
Is there, perhaps, some class
I could enroll in that might
increase my chances of understanding
the exact circumstances
I am in because I'd like to think
that time itself does tell
the roundabouts of where
I ought to be ten years
from now, but if that were so
then why am I
still sitting here a year
from graduation in an introductory
course on evolution.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Once in darkness and in gloom
I traveled down a path of doom
And in my heart there was no room
There was no light much like a tomb
I did not want to ever change
Or my life to rearrange
At that time I did exchange
Our Father's love and did estrange
All I thought of was myself
Self indulging with my pelf
His love I put upon a shelf
Separating me from Himself
Accepting this, my final state
I thought for me it was too late
Having no chance to change my fate
For my destiny willing to wait
Then one day I heard a call
From two voices, meek and small
With His power they did enthrall
And in my heart, faith did install
I knew not they'd changed my heart
Father's plan began to start
And my path He did re-chart
From whence I was I did depart
The seed they'd planted in my soul
Began my life to extol
Beginning to take for me control
As in a new life I did enroll
Though His love I did betray
He would forgive without delay
All my sins would wash away
With Him forever I could stay
I know Heavenly Father's love
The redemption He gave me from above
Through His Son whom I know of
The Holy Spirit came as a dove
Of this end there is no fear
The Lord My God is to me near
The Iron Rod my path does steer
A path I walk to me so dear
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
Well look at the sky in all Her wonder
Yes, it is She that speaks with brilliance
Send waves of warmth and peace to each other
Lightens the load of worry’s ignorance.
Pause, step away from society’s ills,
Caustic judgments that temper true our soul
Imagine skyrockets; creative thrills
To sweep away fears to which we enroll.
On the horizon’s violent challenge
Speak a dialogue, suggest a quiet
Respite to an insane world’s revenge;
That hindrance, humanity desperate.
Bask in Nature’s beauty so powerful
While blinds all mechanics artificial.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
My sweetheart your beauty and my love are in bond
I am stem of love tree and your sweet beauty is a frond
In this entire world you are my my only love I am fond
Take my stammering heart in your palm and respond
Accept offer of my love with just due care and caution
Except you I am all alone and Ensure you have but none
Please realize I am your burning fire, blazon burning sun
Let me praise your beauty and complete the job undone
Let me play with fire and burn both my heart and soul
Let me embrace you and in intoxication take you whole
The moment I touched you I just lost my entire control
Open your book of love and beauty I do intend to enroll
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
They walk around
naked like apes,
selling themselves for
a few pennies,
their lives empty,
with smoke in
their mouths.
The body system
messed up with
drugs and alcohol.
They have become
pimps and bums,
uneducated,
idiots,
unemployable,
losers,
future convicts,
effeminate,
immature,
no home training,
no future,
an embarrassment
to black culture,
and no father figure.
Didn't know that
they are on
Satan's payroll.
Belial driven,
they unwittingly
enroll in ******
Sagging in vogue,
they pulled down
their pants as a
sign and symbol
of ****** and
making a statement
in recognition
of how degraded
they have become.
They are lost
in the paradise
they were supposed
to live as
prince and princesses.
They can do
better than this,
if only they
can return to
the exulted place
of glory where
destiny awaits.
Stand up again
from where
you have fallen.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC
So, you're a shelf stacker?
It's Stock Replenishing Operative, actually.
I mean, I do take stock and stack it on the shelf, but it's an easy job,
and I can do it by myself.
We're inexperienced, part-timers,
full-time staff are corporate climbers,
which is fine, but they really don't like us.
Fill the cage and wheel it out,
steering 'round corners, missing the customers,
don't hit the display,
they'll be hell to pay from the supervisor,
they'll vapourize, ya.
Thirty pots of Pesto,
here we go,
bent over at an angle, strainin' my back trying to untangle the packaging,
it doesn't have to be perfect just get them in.
Where's the footstool?
It's with Abdul, fair enough, I'll help him out,
have a laugh with the staff, it's the only way to get through, until
"Ryan! We need you on shampoo."
So off I trudge, to grab a box,
Neutrogena, TRESemme, and Radox.
That has dragged and dragged, but it's break-time now,
just 20 minutes to figure out how I'll get through the rest,
I'm not stressed,
just bored, very, very bored.
Working here has shown me what I don't want to do.
It's fine for a wage,
but I'd love to engage in something of interest,
a job that suits me best.
Enroll at Uni?
Maybe that'll improve me?
Then away I go, no looking back
and all those things I think I lack
will become history, hopefully.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
You need diversion they say, so I enroll myself to MA
but found that a 2-yr stoppage can bring a lot of difference
You need to relax for awhile they say, so I go out not just in a while but for most of the time
but found the lonely feeling even on the company of great friends tested by time
You need to escape, have fun, I went on to my favorite band's concert and forget everything that night,
but found that memories await, the morning i woke up
You need to go back to what healed you before, they say. I ran back to my first love - books
but found all the words too hurtful to be true
You need to express yourself on the best way you can, they say
but found writing too painful as a mean of telling my sorrows, fears, regrets and hopes.
You need to love yourself first before you love others, they say
but found no love in my heart, just pure emptiness, hollowness on the inside
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
Inspirational sounds
Words or sounds placed perfectly plinking away lightly then reaching down deep to mold my soul
Grand day! YES it was when "Songs" was first heard, like adding lotion to raw emotion too tone and soften
Distantly aware what effects have taken over like musical magicians each word or note plays a different role
Humble as my hearing is, connected to a mind that was put into timeless bliss, change my mind instantly from loathsome to AWESOME
Painter of words blending hues with many expanded views help to set my mind in motion, giving freedom to my head and new control
My Heart not Fragile nor thrown Roundabout more as a welcome sedation feeding inner elation, setting a Mood for A Day at the Heart of the Sunrise an expanded spirit no longer an option
Going on a venture with a Star-ship Trooper brought Perpetual Change to All Good People who were ready to listen, a new school for our senses to enroll
Mindset of placidity falling backwards needs a JOLT not some lovesick potion a mental message to my Neurons, brain released from pain like a prisoner without a warden
Not looking for forgiveness or to be forsaken but to give the Love that can be taken, pleasing memoir painted upon our soul
They say NO I say YES, I need visionary friction to feed my addiction, the release will appease, mentally tease shift a rift excite and encourage, elation shows as a gift my mind has a new watchman
R.C.
Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 7:03 AM UTC
To enroll
for a new past
you cannot
The river
to flow opposite
none did it
Mere a future
scarcely arises
promising
By perchance
the merciful
second glow?
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC