"moderating" poems - Hello Poetry

All that I am or hope to be I owe to my ANGEL mother… Born as a child in this world.. But brought up by a divine fairy as if in paradise.. I’LL REMEMBER.. Greeted, loved, blessed, praised n cherished all in one sway.. The blessful hands on my forehead.. I’LL REMEMBER.. Scoffed, scolded, sometimes thrashed but then instantly forgiven.. That love.. I’LL REMEMBER.. The moderating essence of love and care.. Fulfilling all our yearns n neglecting her’s but still always a pretty smile.. I’LL REMEMBER.. Beginning with alphabets, stories, proses and now counseling afflictions of life.. All that persuades.. I’LL REMEMBER.. Your sacrifices, your devotion, your calmness, your essence.. Your love.. I’LL REMEMBER.. I wish every mother was like mines.. So my luck.. I’LL REMEMBER.. In this world everyone can betray but mother being the only exception.. I’LL REMEMBER.. Your divine countenance, your peerless smile, your adoring eyes.. Lovely u.. I’LL REMEMBER.. Love u mumma.. Thanks for giving life to me first and then becoming MINES…

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Nov 21, 2012

Nov 21, 2012 at 7:47 AM UTC

In the spirit of progress Let us not forget Love is label free ~ in my preferred world Love needs no man made moderating, judgement, or sanctioning. No, in that expansive world Love exists purely.. defying institutions or packaging Or Supreme Court pandering <open letter to society> The kind of love I aspire to and have discovered transcends your stamp of approval. Love Is.

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Jun 30, 2015

Jun 30, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC

mkayh

My Outlaw Love

In the spirit of progress Let us not forget Love is label free ~ in my preferred world Love needs no man made moderating, judgement, or sanctioning. No, in that expansive world Love exists purely.. defying institutions or packaging Or Supreme Court pandering <open letter to society> The kind of love I aspire to and have discovered transcends your stamp of approval. Love Is.

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mine own psalm musings *living between two broad, sea-emptying rivers, a Majesty’s sentries to mark the differentiation~ division tween divine and a moderate human’s moderating steps, as his stride shortens as the y/tears lengthen, and it is accepted as an inevitable musky must, no matter how the sweet spring day refreshes, the newly planted trumpeting shards of bright yellows daffodils pinch his yellowing eyes, few notice the tiny tears of discrepancies of an annualized emboldening, a grand heavenly rebirth and a slow man’s body self~editing, shedding of a life’s~ending~of~story psalm musings* *the man looks for the terrible swift sword, but its failure to grace us with an appearance, is but a modest disappointment, for a deferred delay is but a causation to eke out a few mordant, pungent, caustic reminders of all that is yet to be, to be accomplished, though the smirking lips of the necessity of yet, one more unloved poem extant, tilting the Earth’s axis benevolently toward the open palms of his beneficiaries who*, you, *are among them numbered, is but, a green shoot in a city’s hopeful earth planted, by summer, will shed seeds to come thy way, as an evocation, a good consternation, a joyous provocation, an asking kingly~gentle, a royal polite inquiry, would you care to add a a verse to this eternal verse? before time shreds it too into a yellowed crumpling, and to the earth it is returned, for the mine of this psalms is only generic, genetic, and what is mine is well,* and truly yours too. nml <> March 31, 2024 NYC 9:16am Sunday Mourning Service

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Mar 31, 2024

Mar 31, 2024 at 9:25 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

mine own psalm musings

mine own psalm musings *living between two broad, sea-emptying rivers, a Majesty’s sentries to mark the differentiation~ division tween divine and a moderate human’s moderating steps, as his stride shortens as the y/tears lengthen, and it is accepted as an inevitable musky must, no matter how the sweet spring day refreshes, the newly planted trumpeting shards of bright yellows daffodils pinch his yellowing eyes, few notice the tiny tears of discrepancies of an annualized emboldening, a grand heavenly rebirth and a slow man’s body self~editing, shedding of a life’s~ending~of~story psalm musings* *the man looks for the terrible swift sword, but its failure to grace us with an appearance, is but a modest disappointment, for a deferred delay is but a causation to eke out a few mordant, pungent, caustic reminders of all that is yet to be, to be accomplished, though the smirking lips of the necessity of yet, one more unloved poem extant, tilting the Earth’s axis benevolently toward the open palms of his beneficiaries who*, you, *are among them numbered, is but, a green shoot in a city’s hopeful earth planted, by summer, will shed seeds to come thy way, as an evocation, a good consternation, a joyous provocation, an asking kingly~gentle, a royal polite inquiry, would you care to add a a verse to this eternal verse? before time shreds it too into a yellowed crumpling, and to the earth it is returned, for the mine of this psalms is only generic, genetic, and what is mine is well,* and truly yours too. nml <> March 31, 2024 NYC 9:16am Sunday Mourning Service

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severed , fish on the block head I sit ripe as a two year old egg shelled bitter as vinegar mixed with jack Black stirred into a margarita and two shots of house bourbon a beeker of *** two fingers of peepermint schnapps and a handi-wipe for a napkin moderating an argument between this big woman and a bear of a man about the rules of pool whether balls are big small which both of them dripping ice from their nostrils wild *** eyed trying to slip off the far edge of the stool and at least go **** they have me surrounded one in my left ear big girl in my right any closer their teeth would take a bite sneered she does good and he all 6 4 350 lbs of him reeks of hard work and the drout I see clouds overhead clouds everywhere a lot of spit little rain

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC

wordvango

biker bar

severed , fish on the block head I sit ripe as a two year old egg shelled bitter as vinegar mixed with jack Black stirred into a margarita and two shots of house bourbon a beeker of *** two fingers of peepermint schnapps and a handi-wipe for a napkin moderating an argument between this big woman and a bear of a man about the rules of pool whether balls are big small which both of them dripping ice from their nostrils wild *** eyed trying to slip off the far edge of the stool and at least go **** they have me surrounded one in my left ear big girl in my right any closer their teeth would take a bite sneered she does good and he all 6 4 350 lbs of him reeks of hard work and the drout I see clouds overhead clouds everywhere a lot of spit little rain

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*are you all ******* ******** that you require fancy-dress parties to establish the fact that you're drunk?! i could have acquired that judgemental coordinate without you even moderating, because Melbourne was the party-capital... as **** it was... it was trapped in colonialism... party prior the Aboriginal; i spent my time drinking with them, it was fun, more fun that spending the same amount of time with you.* i'd never trust people who mix alcohol with orange juice; i'd consider trusting those who mix it with carrot pulp instead; feels like frying-up a ginger-garlic paste for a heathen curry: heathen meaning cooked by a blanc diablé.

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Aug 24, 2016

Aug 24, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

~haiku / blanc diablé

*are you all ******* ******** that you require fancy-dress parties to establish the fact that you're drunk?! i could have acquired that judgemental coordinate without you even moderating, because Melbourne was the party-capital... as **** it was... it was trapped in colonialism... party prior the Aboriginal; i spent my time drinking with them, it was fun, more fun that spending the same amount of time with you.* i'd never trust people who mix alcohol with orange juice; i'd consider trusting those who mix it with carrot pulp instead; feels like frying-up a ginger-garlic paste for a heathen curry: heathen meaning cooked by a blanc diablé.

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Designated ***** Tastes and wasted time Waking up bored enough To jump off a building Listening to forty Years of life and love I share mine of nil I've had my fill Of nonsense for today Iced-over managing me Lied obscene moderating Miniscule matters Multiplied by how much I dread The amplification Arduous impotency Marked on inadequately Silence as the fall completes

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC

feeelreel

Hungry

Designated ***** Tastes and wasted time Waking up bored enough To jump off a building Listening to forty Years of life and love I share mine of nil I've had my fill Of nonsense for today Iced-over managing me Lied obscene moderating Miniscule matters Multiplied by how much I dread The amplification Arduous impotency Marked on inadequately Silence as the fall completes

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I've found my voice again It's cracked through my throat like a butterfly that was transmuting in it's cocoon For five years It's like the impenetrable dam I had constructed to hold back my truth Has been utterly demolished By the power of my truth like surging waters Overcoming my fears Right now my words are like tsunamis I closed my eyes yesterday And I witnessed a tornado rising up inside from my belly Someone prayed for me yesterday and said She saw me at the throne of God, God laid his hands on my head And gave me an anointing of power and courage I am a warrior Borne of love There are no buts or ifs or excuses anymore that I can lean on The truth is spilling through me and for once I'm not moderating it It's wild and terrifying People are scared I'm scared Because I realize now That I can no longer live this lie that I've been living for so long The truth is making sure of it The truth is pouring through me, And this time, I'm willing to speak it.

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Nov 10, 2018

Nov 10, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC

seariver

Willfully Wild

I've found my voice again It's cracked through my throat like a butterfly that was transmuting in it's cocoon For five years It's like the impenetrable dam I had constructed to hold back my truth Has been utterly demolished By the power of my truth like surging waters Overcoming my fears Right now my words are like tsunamis I closed my eyes yesterday And I witnessed a tornado rising up inside from my belly Someone prayed for me yesterday and said She saw me at the throne of God, God laid his hands on my head And gave me an anointing of power and courage I am a warrior Borne of love There are no buts or ifs or excuses anymore that I can lean on The truth is spilling through me and for once I'm not moderating it It's wild and terrifying People are scared I'm scared Because I realize now That I can no longer live this lie that I've been living for so long The truth is making sure of it The truth is pouring through me, And this time, I'm willing to speak it.

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