"installs" poems
Nepal
The fourth poorest country
The Gurkah Welfare Trust
Installs fountains in the mountains
To help the poor Nepalese people
The water near the village is contaminated
So they had to walk 8 miles to fetch clean water
Thanks to the Gurkah welfare trust
There are fountains that provide clean water
"It is better to die than to be a coward"
That is the motto of the Gurkah fighter
After one year in the British Army
The Gurkahs put on a stone of muscle in weight
Why do the Gurkahs agree to die for the British crown?
It's simple The Gurkah says,
"We've eaten your rations, we've eaten your salt.
The obligation is binding."
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
*The eyes of the luthier are fixated
on the degrading and poorly fitted Dejacques bridge,
a small piece of wood that arches
at the top of the damaged instrument -
a prized 18th century treasure
originating from Brescia, a city in Northern Italy.
With a napkin in hand lightly
soaked in an oily substance,
he unhooks the piece,
then takes a replacement bridge
perfectly fitted for it. He cracks a smile.
This viola d'amore has seen better days,
with usage and prolonged handling
wearing the value of the instrument down.
Only an expert can bring a worn-out bird
seeking its once gracious and hypnotic voice
back to life with care and precision.
This luthier is a* surgeon,
*a master at installing a sound-post replacement,
without gouging or harming
the quality of the instrument in the process.
This luthier is a* listener;
*as he retrieves and dusts off a case
filled with a spare set of strings,
he installs and finely tunes them
but never over the desired pitch.
Tense and crucial,
like the rising crescendo of a string quartet,
he strums the new strings for evidence of life,
listening to and directing the cry of each one,
like a composer.
This luthier is a* healer,
*repairing the cracks of the violin
by implementing a tactic he learned
on his many trips to Crawley, England,
where his teacher had once trained him;
by using cubic, wooden studs and small clamps,
he gains better control at closing the cracks just enough
to lace the opening with an adhesive
with little to no force or pressure.
This luthier is an* artist,
*repairing the instruments
that yearn for the sound of music,
their very raison d'être.
His string and wooden patients
scream in agony for healing and peace
with voices unheard to the people,
but deafening to him.
He leaves his signature on each new patient
as their once damaged and lifeless souls
dance to the tune of his work,
healing them, promising the advent
of a future performance.
Let them rejoice. Let the music soar once again.*
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Every wise woman build her house.
She controls it.
The man might think he does.
Every woman installs love within it.
She deliver it.
Her man just need to be accepted to it.
She perserves it despite the obstacles.
A woman will always be the object of her man's love.
Every woman desires a faithful mate.
While knowing together they can make one another learn from their mistakes.
A faithful spouse.
Is cherish for life around the house.
All temptations are tossed to the side.
When you have a true soulful lover by your side.
Every woman is a Queen.
Only the hurt ladies acts mean.
And behind that meanness is a reason.
A fool mock sin.
While those that's righteous finds favor.
A heart know their own bitterness.
When it's surrounded by silliness.
Every woman seeks joy.
Which comes from her man that loves her more.
Every wise woman know this.
That's mainly why, when they are apart.
And she comes back.
Her man is waiting to say, why he loves her?
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Just the other day,
Was it Tuesday?
Or maybe Wednesday?
I was told that I
'Have the most beautiful smile'
I forced a small laugh,
told her thank you
and walked away.
. . .
I believe now,
that she is unaware,
one smiles with their eyes,
with an opened upturned mouth,
one hides behind lies,
installs false meaning
unto others.
. . .
My teeth are straight,
and my face twists and turns,
in all the right places
but my eyes,
my radiant, distant,
frightened, faraway eyes
they're a dead give away.
. . .
With the secrets they hold
and the fears they can't hide,
had she shifted her gaze unto mine,
maybe then I'd have been told,
that I,
'Have the most beautiful eyes'
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Up from the deeps of darkest corners
my soul sees lightning
then hears a call
and as long fingers of love begin falling
from shivery heights
they start to distill
love's sweet nectar so I may be fulfilled.
A far ether-star loads and then installs
me in new time with
such awesome
style, my sky-boat takes its mooring
to line's full length
as now it hates
any but non-ventured high places.
Whimsy eats into my all-white awning,
because the grey cloud
which was on shore
has floated away, and the tallest
of rainbows is colouring
the past
out of my eyes, at long long last.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:35 AM UTC
I pondered
if there is more to pain?
the installs jabbered to me
the counselor of pain trounced my love
I reasoned
if there is more to pain?
would the pain ever end?
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
i hate not having courage
i hate being afraid
i hate not having courage
to call your name.
and maybe
someday
if i'm crazy enough
or if courage
finally installs itself correctly
i'll talk to you.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
The time draws nearer,
The end of the beginning
Looms over the horizon
Speeding ever closer.
Fatigue installs within
And reigns times in time
My impetus shares the throne
Several total confidence.
When the end is here,
Where will the beginning be?
My conscious proves nervous
In times of eternity.
I imagine then
At the end of the end
When it comes
I'll exist alone.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 11:54 PM UTC
They rush forward to try and destroy me,
yet I cut them down.
The horses and men charge to try and flank me,
yet I mow them down.
I am fed belts of bullets which I spit out at speed.
My chatter installs fear into the enemy
I am a new type of weapon that has changed warfare forever.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
Showering undoubtful love.
With eyes filled of pride.
He voices admiration about us,
He embeds ambition within us.
Strong willed.
The epitome of a hard worker.
He constantly picks himself to give to us,
He wages war to support us.
The key to the past,
Reciting history about family.
He shows the importance of kinship to us,
He ingrains the significance of affinity within us.
A shoulder.
A hand.
He is a monument to stabilize us,
He is a beacon to show the way for us.
Full of laughter.
Patron of jokes.
He lights up the room for us,
He roots humor within us
A storyteller.
A dreamer.
He installs creativity within us,
He exemplifies wonder for us.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
The Year Was 2017... Globalization and Relocation thru Financial Incentives had been occurring at an Increasingly Rapid Rate...for 4 years
Human Sorting thru the Spheres Program had accelerated, and Talent Acquisition and Identification was Rampant in the Building of Ministry States, and Six Nation Civil/ Financial Armies....
Ownership of Brick and Mortar Businesses in Each Free Country by Aggressive Interests Had become Maximized
Psychological War had been expanded
Martial Law Is Declared:
in the event Civil War Breaks out...
1) physical fitness at military Grade necessary
2) able to read color based code and signage without computer
- Rank and Order; For the purpose of Martial Law Leadership Positions/ Ruling Standard: Royal Dictatorship
- Order of Social Value in the event of Planet Drought and Overheating, Mass starvation
- Human Potential Project Government assisted for rapid acceleration of Skill to combat business collapse, acceleration pop Intuition and Physic listening ability
- Disaster Training and Skills organized
- Passing of Fake Wills and................... for redistribution of Wealth
- Fake......., wikipedia installs, and Search engine Lies to alter World Voting Perceptions for Tech endorsed candidates in UN positions
- Fake NGO's , Subject Matter Expertise Areas based in Branding and advertising as Influencers,
Conflict of Interest Rampant throughout; Corruption Widespread,
Secret Hostile Foreign Influence mixed with Oneness Agenda of Globalists
Interference with mail (taken over by Foreign interests
- arranged ****** partnerships/marriages for maximum efficiency of family structure in loss of familiar Central Government, increase of wellness and rabid growth of NEW potentials
Prepare: physically fit, for operation
eat organic foods
Elliminate all debt, minimize expenses
ORDER, reduce clutter, attachments
ID primary relationships
At Risk: Forests, Farmlands, National Parks, Utilities, Water
At risk: Cultural Artifacts(Psychological War Target)
At Risk: Kids of Philanthropists, Leadership
At Risk: Family Businesses
At Risk: Planet, All Life
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
With her by your side, and yours by her brow
A Summer's Day Film we can both agree
Though this I lack; Be un-promised for now
My Wing-Fingered Life sheds yours to be Free
So by this Hour the Sun-God installs
And flips his Countenance with that of Yule
So now it's the Season; And crispy leaves fall
Remind her of Age and Faces a-new
Now. She is yours. Dig deeply onto her
Leave no Restraints. Absorb her Essense bloom
For shrill delight your Tan-Shine's price confer
And Angel the New Name makes for New Room.
Such Picnic, then, was worth your scented fun
Cross her Lips with yours; And ignite the Sun.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Each generation of we-bots
installs an app called "Been Forgots"
(of-the-wheres), we came from long ago.
So, each can play their special part
in life, just one great big, freak, show.
Hairies, fairies, ordinaries
hybernating with trolls and stealths.
Hypertexting to alternate selfs
churning, burning, always, on - the - go.
Grinnin as-if all is peachy.
"It's like they have and endless supply
of hi-grade hy-dro!"
So, drink eight ounces e-v-ery day,
Eat an apple every night
(you add ten gigs with every bite).
Bytes! Liquids help the data flows.
PS: garbage in, garbage out,
power down nightly, for upgrades of, your "knows".
Blowing, wafting, in the cool breeze,
the exhalations of the trees.
Solid ground on which we walk,
becomes the tongue, with which we talk.
The seeds we planted last December
will bloom into beauitful fragrants.
Take a sniff. Now, remember.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
Biro the brave heart,
liberated the wasted words,
that layed lifeless on the rippled land of paper,
imprisoned and not found.
Words that have been fed with feeble fever,
swollen from the neglect injected into its letter limbs.
Neglect from the puzzle prime minister.
But biro the brave heart pen,
together with the motion from his noble ‘hand’ steed,
slowly walking around each word,
in a captivating circle,
made out of incentive ink.
The circle of meaningful medicine,
that cures the words emptiness,
and installs a ventilator
so, it can breathe value.
Words that are ready to breathe value,
the words I am looking for so,
that my figure of speech is finally alive.
Justine Louisy
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All Rights Reserved
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC
I break into pieces
so
she rebuilds me
refills me
and
installs in me
a new operating
system.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
Dear spring,
Why won't you rise again
So that we can feel the embrace of
All things reborn
We know that you are weak
From being beaten to a pulp
By winters gnarly clutches
But that doesn't mean that you can't
show a little love and compassion
So spread your wings
And let the happiness spread
Spread it far and wide
Let your presence be known
Let sweet air tingle those who still live
And let the sweet pungent air
Of the flowers refresh the air
Let the flowers rise
Through the bedrock
Through the dirt
Through the leftover snow
Let your power show
Bring back what once was there
But had ceased to now
Clear all the snow
And let your hands put green on the ground
And blue in the skies
For it is you that installs hope in us
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC