"reverenced" poems
People think it, a test to institute upon _to be out off their morals rubicund _and therefore comply it to the unyielding duty of others _on pretext dully that they should not be upset at fact , only expiate them alone _the reason of divine patience seldom for their due reverence, but their vulgarity ...
The reason of this fore stated, lays in the fact that : some individuals deliberately crudely hurt others or their surrounding, but rather apprehend in advance how conciliate solicitous the others should reaction in the case of their intentionally perpetrated aggression . facilis descensus avernis, they give no regard .
Therefore if you are lovers, dont fail your partner and make it a point of probing test upon the fondness of her or his love .
If you are parents or children dont say hard words or ill treat you parents or siblings {accordingly to each position } and expect it, better way to cast a look about submission or paid respect to adulthood nor a gabbling sports .
Love needs mutual confidence .
Any little doubt of one side is doubly resented by the other .
The practice of good is well reverenced .
And real love casts off fear and ill apprehension .
So why try to do bad, when you know that it will bring nothing but trouble ?
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
People think it, a test to institute upon _to be out off their morals rubicund _and therefore comply it to the unyielding duty of others _on pretext dully that they should not be upset at fact , only expiate them alone _the reason of divine patience seldom for their due reverence, but their vulgarity ...
The reason of this fore stated, lays in the fact that : some individuals deliberately crudely hurt others or their surrounding, but rather apprehend in advance how conciliate solicitous the others should reaction in the case of their intentionally perpetrated aggression . facilis descensus avernis, they give no regard .
Therefore if you are lovers, dont fail your partner and make it a point of probing test upon the fondness of her or his love .
If you are parents or children dont say hard words or ill treat you parents or siblings {accordingly to each position } and expect it, better way to cast a look about submission or paid respect to adulthood nor a gabbling sports .
Love needs mutual confidence .
Any little doubt of one side is doubly resented by the other .
The practice of good is well reverenced .
And real love casts off fear and ill apprehension .
So why try to do bad, when you know that it will bring nothing but trouble ?
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
*Find your abundance, your radiance, your nourishment,
For in you lives a God or a Goddess lying dormant.
Be reverenced – that is the key of life -
Dance on your grave in your own behalf.
Do not live in fear for fear is like death.
Fear will return you to the soil without a breath.
That death, a compost for the new generation.
We hold the key to eternity in our outstretched hand.
Be courageous and face yourself and be annihilated
By your own light – your love – and be not rested
For rest is a kind of death absent of your essence.
Whatever death can take it will take – so be salient
And find that which is unborn and undying.
Life will knock seven times at the door to your heart,
Searching for the indestructible part of you to impart.
We are the King and the Queen of our own desires.
Dancing together with the world as our Kingdom’s choirs.
Rejoice in the world for here we are - we have come.
Let laughter be the nature of our bodies’ home.
A home where laughter defies death and love defies reason –
There our consciousness sits broadened
By the dance we dance – forcing death to be dethroned.*
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Does anyone know who God is. Do they know where he lives. One person says he is here and another says he is there. If he truly is God then isn't he everywhere. Why does he have to be in a temple or a certain holy place. Can't he be among us everyday. Can't God be an act of kindness or a kind word to a friend who is hurting. Isn't he more love than vengeance? Isn't he a friend to those in need? So if God is anything, he is with in us. A part of each person to be reverenced and to love us. If this is who God is, then why don't we act more like him?
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
There once was a time…
where I believed in believing.
In trusting, in knowing,
In honest receiving.
A time where families were families,
Bonded by the heart
And not just a house of separate entities…
Strangers, apart.
Where mothers were always right and could do no wrong,
Raising their young ones to be different, to be headstrong.
They taught their children the song
The song of a happy life.
One filled with morals and lessons
The cure for misery and strife.
Where fathers went to work and provided for their home,
Protecting their daughters from the monsters that may roam…
In the shadows of the sanguine, soliciting streets,
Or intertwined amongst the sneaky, perverse sheets.
A time where a hug and a kiss was enough
To encourage a child who was different, maybe not tough
A time where grandmothers were old,
Face ridden with wrinkles, creases and folds.
Telling and retelling textured tales of histories untold.
A time where people prayed and believed in God
Reverenced His name
In His temple were awed.
Where people were saved and miracles were seen,
The unclean were made clean,
The sick healed, no vaccine.
I believed in trusting and that if it was said, it was true
That no matter what happened, you would come through.
Loyalty was like royalty.
A pinky promise stuck like glue
Your honest word, at that time, is what made you YOU.
Oh, I did not forget –honest receiving-the last tidbit…
Where I could give you a compliment, a gift,
You voice your appreciation, and that’s it.
No hidden agendas, no ulterior motives
No “quid pro quo”…
…No “I didn’t even know”
To end as I began, there once was a time…
But those times are no more.
We are now in a time where working is too much,
Stealing and scamming from other people and such…
Now, it’s easier and more attractive to be a *****
Because being independent and righteous is too much of a chore.
Where being Black is a crime
Innocent people are in jail doing time.
Mothers are still daughters,
literally.
Males and females after their own kind – homosexuality.
Fathers are not present, and their sons grow to resent
Their mothers and selves as if they are at fault for these unpleasant events
.
Rumor has it, only the strong and the wise men survive,
Off the power of these type of memories,
That are prayed and relayed in efforts to be kept alive.
No one knows exactly what is to come next,
Life is surprising, confusing, and VERY complex.
But im hoping that a time will come again
Where it is common to love, to be a friend.
Where right is right, wrong is wrong.
Where we can all stand together, united…
And strong.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
Hold the tired hands suppressed by eons
calloused by the tears of generational fears
carousel your caress in resonated templed arks
harks of walks, ever fervent, reverenced and etched
Tender love from ancient ambient scented rocks
metamorphic withered limestones in evolvement
sedimentary chains of life, tagging in ageless dreams
of resurrections from the eye of the untorn needle
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC