"revitalise" poems
Let's Sit Down And Have Tea On A Massif
Let's Revitalise Around Some Herbal Leaf
Find A Nice Spot In Hampstead Heath
Recite Words Of Joy Under A Sheath
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Sometimes its a shame to be black
We claim we're in it together
But the unity we lack
We belittle each other
Even though we all came
From the same father
Our ancestors fought to bring us to where are now
But how we choose to separate each other is foul
Light skins and dark skins
Doesn't matter we still have black skin
We need to begin
To listen
Build our race
So that every black person is safe
Racism is still real
And I cannot begin to explain how I feel
The black race is still frowned upon
Because our values are lost and gone
Let us begin to better each other
Build each other
Help one another
To get farther
Teamwork is essential
We have to realise our potential
It is a shame
How we let each other suffer
It breaks my heart
To see hungry child lost by a mother
When we have rich people
Who are greedy
In their fast cars speeding
Having no conscience or feelings
Because they won't even give to the needy
Lord Jesus I'm screaming
Please change the world
Make everyone start believing
That africa can rise
If we stop ignoring the cries
Of the poor
Revitalise the land
Before it dies
I know we can
If we keep our eyes on the prize
We can build africa
Make africa a staple
If only we work together
Bring something bigger to the table
We were blessed to be born on this beautiful land
So let us join hands
And make africa
As big as we can
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
Sweet and charming she may be,
What you see is not meant to be.
Lovely nymph born with the gift of gab,
Emotional vampire fills the gap.
Manipulative mind behind those lovely eyes,
Entrenching her prey in her web of lies.
Loving her man as deeply as illusion permits,
Keeping her man as lonely as a hermit.
Come the day the illusion dies,
Her man's love for her revitalise.
Black Widow continued to act,
Lest her man violently react.
Tears and mucus drenched her face,
She wiped it off without a trace.
Cold and heartless are her traits,
For she reigns supreme in the straits.
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
Looking West, I think I can see you
In summer clothes, in sunshine, in light
Surroundings that fit and embrace you
Yet, hoping your eyes search for mine
I can't tell if you are looking Eastward
I don't expect you could pray to the East
On a globe, which horizon is forward?
Which sacrifice will guarantee the yield?
And meantime you shimmer on coastlines
On sand, and at parties, in bars
But I recall you when you were all mine
Quietly answering each other's prayers
Your love is scaffolding built overnight
Surrounding, supporting weathered stone
An unexpected artisan, you revitalise
You renovate and salvage and own
Own me, and this immobile cathedral
Impervious rock to skilled test
A sanctuary for prayers that come Eastward
A place where our love can be blessed
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
#*Negativity is a bane
Don’t feed it your pain
It will grow manifold
And leave not a trace
******* you into its vile vines
The goodness in you, a boon
Revitalise the seeds
Nurture well, and see them flourish
To be cherished on a sunny day
Or a chilly winter’s night*#
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Christ,
I left my head in
the haze of sweeteners
I left my stomach in
An ocean of skimmed milk
I left my faith in
Your warm embrace
I feel a unicorn's horn
Piercing an entire canyon
In my mind
If I have a third eye
Then Christ, it's calcified
(I must purge this curse
Wash it in white dye
I must revitalise
Unless I'll die)
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 5:07 AM UTC
in the concave of a raindrop sits a hue of hope,
a rain to bring forth a harvest,
water to restore the greenery of this mountain.
Revitalise.
Revive.
Renew.
Inside my soul sits a hue of hope.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
Worthiness, the drive of a soul. The drive to a place where consciousness meets reality in the chupah of these realms. A transcendant drive that captivates even to the greatest depths, beyond comprehension.
Worthiness, the elixir of redemption that wells up from the deep. That bleeds out from the sensation, the manifestation of what is internal flowing externally. How can one neglect such as this?
For when the sorrow comes and the worthiness forgotten. The soul wanders around, aimlessly as if a wanderer lost in the desolate places. Their tears be the only quenching to the dried throat plains.
But when hope comes like a marage in the desolation. The soul drinks of the elixir, he remembers where the consciousness meets his reality. With now tears, droplets that revitalise the soul. His wounds mended, his strength imbued. This here the drive, the worthiness, the redemption at the chupah of these realms.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
With beauty all encompassing
like stone we sat
unmoving....
unfeeling....
losing our heads in a world of sophistication
unthinking....
unseeing....
Now?.... We dwell in the consciousness of the Gods
we travel....
we touch....
we experience enchanted lands –
for the whole world is no man's property,
but belongs to us each....
freely.
So now let us sit as calm as the stone,
and be one with thought that can no longer be held captive in our mind....
to see with eyes the un-visual;
phenomena beyond the comprehensible;
and feel the flow of nature's energy
revitalise lost dreams.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
In my sleep
I will dream of unborn
Realities
But now
I have woken
Though am I still asleep?
I am wrong placed
This expected place
Unexpected
Someone has taken my body
And I am in theirs
I am attached
To this experience
In a most disconnected manner
We ancient beings
Travelling within fleshy physicalities
Are novices
Wading through miasmic soup
Holding our breath
Plunging for meaning
Nothing but ambulant meanderers
Rays of energy
Pass unnoticed
Through our cartilaginous joints
And groaning sinews
As fellow bipedals
Led by hemispheric glossities
March army like
Into diurnal rhythmicals
Heart warmth
Lifts deep dungeon dwellers
From their plight
And sweet juices of hope berries
Revitalise the old
This is the Eden foundry
This, an altered nirvana
This but a displaced unreality
Is our temporary
Habitat
Our strange
Fangled
Home
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
#*Even in isolation
Be that island
That will be visited and revisited
For the diversity and enriched life
Own it never deny the luminescence
Revitalise
Shine*#
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 2:23 PM UTC
Birds beat
Their rhythm through the air
Advancing on unseen channels
Surely they
Are masters of living
Showing us how to soar
An infant will revitalise
An elderly one
An elderly one
Has wisdom to share
There is always hope
There is always a way
Young people
This is your day
A mix of energies
Provides hope for us all
Our differences
Are our strengths
There is always hope
There is always a way
Young people
This is your day
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC