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victor tripp Dec 2013
I never thought,or realized, that in speaking,your name, I would have tears in my eyes, you were the  presidential first father, of south africia, but now, you, nelson mandela, sleep among, the giants of history, like George Washington, laid out the framework, conceived in liberty, a new nation, under God, injecting into the veins of your country, liberty without malice, for all peoples, all colors, who walked democracy's long road,to freedom, by your side, always refusing to let the scorning, heat, of racism, put out, the light, of your divine humanity,  ever lifting up, a fist of victory, toward a new dawn, of opportunity, patience, love for all, while ever remaining , a risen hope, in the body of politics, refusing to bow , to  the cruel headwinds,of hate, even after, breaking rocks, of harsh, prison punishment,for twenty- seven years, you went in, a prisoner, coming out, a president,no, the relentless, sun of hate, never blew you,off course, as a king, who walked, among us, in peace, with a freedom metal, nobel peace prise,one who kept, the common touch, with embraced humility, smiling, greeting, the known and unknown, the rich, the poor, the tired, the weary, nelson mandela, you were true,royality and grace, among us
victor tripp Dec 2013
I never thought,or realized, that in speaking,your name, I would have tears in my eyes, you were the  presidential first father, of south africia, but now, you, nelson mandela, sleep among, the giants of history, like George Washington, laid out the framework, conceived in liberty, a new nation, under God, injecting into the veins of your country, liberty without malice, for all peoples, all colors, who walked democracy's long road,to freedom, by your side, always refusing to let the scorning, heat, of racism, put out, the light, of your divine humanity,  ever lifting up, a fist of victory, toward a new dawn, of opportunity, patience, love for all, while ever remaining , a risen hope, in the body of politics, refusing to bow , to  the cruel headwinds,of hate, even after, breaking rocks, of harsh, prison punishment,for twenty- seven years, you went in, a prisoner, coming out, a president,no, the relentless, sun of hate, never blew you,off course, as a king, who walked, among us, in peace, with a freedom metal, nobel peace prise,one who kept, the common touch, with embraced humility, smiling, greeting, the known and unknown, the rich, the poor, the tired, the weary, nelson mandela, you were true,royality and grace, among us
David StHilaire Aug 2014
Belly dance into my dreams, ******* me with your shake
So proud to grace the sheets with punk rock royality. I am the bohemian poet, the immaculate escort for the divine
My hand will lead as we wear something we wouldn't usually wear                                           under the Celtic MooN and over the sea that remains between us...
Resilient smiles fill the sky above
As kindness matters and Laughter is necessary
I hold the Love I have to give while protecting the heart I am to keep.
In the most sincerest way possible ... I ask you
Let me be your hidden hero
Let me be your Charlie Brown
Unknown the ocean, silhouette the sound.
Satsih Verma Oct 2018
My tamed verses
were for you― from the day,
you were born.

Iridescent,
must you leave this dark horizon,
trailblazing through my wilderness?

I was not looking
at your helm, what I saw inside your
brown eyes.

No holds barred.
I stretch to bend your
rigid thumb, in celebration
of victory.

That was not physical
through it seeped in every pore
of me.

Feigning to be normal
was not true, under the
spell of your mute consent!
Adam Mott Dec 2013
The part of me
Chasing the road home
Our tragedy in melodies
Sanctity of volume
In which we need love
The day we wake up
A day it's over, the sky falling down
Lone down, London Town
Singing to the river,
While the daylight lets us know where it has to go
The story in a blink of your pretty green eyes
Started while the sound was queer,
Now you roam the night
Royality, we tried
'Though our kids are growing up
http://consciencefalls.blogspot.ca/
Kartikay sangal Sep 2019
Whenever you are chasing,
Dreams over dreams.
Sometimes it's good to wake up from sleep,
It may hurt you for a long,
But it's better to start like a creep.
Starting from small to hunt big,
Needs you to sacrifice all your greed.
Rising from poverty gives you happiness,
But falling from royality is a huge matter of grief.
I want honesty from you
No more lies
If I didn’t lie to you
From the beginning
Why would you lie
To me now.
Stop listening to others
You talk about me
Listening to people
Look at yourself first
Before you
Tell me.
Honestly and royality
Especially trust

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