"tempters" poems
Far be it from me ~ to say that LEAD BALLOONS don't float ! For example, how thick is the lead, how big is the Balloon, is it filled with Helium, is it to be floated on earth , or perhaps the moon, with much less gravity and,,what about aboard a space craft ? SO, just like I said, I can;t say LEAD BALLOONS don't float. Could it be said, that Man's feelings are like LEAD BALLOONS? How Thick or Thin skinned are they, how big and attractive are the temptations? Who and what are the Tempters, that will draw our attention away from truths , carried aloft by LEAD BALLOONS. In any of these cases I ask ...." IS THERE A TETHER ATTACHED"? SO,,,, for the floating portion of the test !! Prepare as follows: Snorkels, Diving Suits, Flippers, Masks and Weighted Belts. Just the things we need for Proper Diving { just in case}. Fully suited Swan Dives may not seem in place at the Olympics, BUT at these Major Finals,,A fully suited person is REQUIRED. Double pike with a Full Twist help in escaping "THAT HUGE SUCTION SOUND". And of course the Perfect Bathing Cap, to keep hair out of FACE. There is Something about having a situation "RIGHT IN YOUR FACE" .
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 7:52 AM UTC
Well.,
It's another
mundane assignment
as I feel I'm being trapped
In
In the Asylum
Cause everyday, I feel I'm on an
I -- land
and I'm drift'n
With nothing but consciousness
on my mind
Seeing many visions now
many a times
A thousand times?
Yeah, the feeling is
Time -- less
But then again?
I thought it was just another case
of my mind just being mind -
less
( Smh )
How thoughtless
As I feel I'm getting reacquainted with
the darkness
that's trapped under my Eye -
lids
For all I've ever seen under the skies is
in disguises and nothing but vio -
lence
While still sitting still in the stillness inside
as I sigh
in si -- lence
I'm left with the question of
Who am I?
Undecided but
No Suicide
Cause on the other side of you and I
is nothing but illness and a stag -
Nation
that's..
Still divided and
too stationary
Vision blurry.. in a hurry
But..
No worries
Cause I'm already invested
Battle tested
Here
In my latter - Days
And even though I can't see that
clearly the paths or the plans laid
before me
My plate is empty and my stomach is
rumbling while feeling kinda hungry
which is kinda annoying
But at the same time?
Re- a-ssuring
As the tempters continue to
Tempt me
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 3:46 AM UTC
Maiden. Lovely Humble displayed so far
And kept your Virgin-Cloth from Sharks despite
Witnessed his Meet - then Tweet his Time would Par
Hoping your Fine Reply would Glaze his Sight
Though in my Views by your Royalty known
From your Famed Elders mummed your Darling Head
Though many Tempters stake to have you Blown
Praised on your Decide for Common Life instead
Rather - the Keek - as Private Expressions flow
And caused your Degree of Healthy Fame renew
Snip-Videos swarm; Since caught his Eye behold,
If Open for your Sentiments be True.
Once more Un-Known my Pillared Hands can Spare
To Brand your Virtues if his Daring Hands fare.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Why am I here?
What is there to complete?
Is there some kind of mission?
Must I compete?
What is my life meant to compromise of?
This can't be it.
Born empty handed.
Naked - No start-up kit.
Find yourself they say.
Where do I begin?
A life full of tempters,
Though no tolerance for sin.
"Come one, Come all!" they shout,
Promising excitement.
A step into a shade of grey,
An unknown world of enticement.
A life full of tempters,
Though no room for sin.
Find yourself they say.
Where do I begin?
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
Though many seek to destroy,
tear asunder the ties that bind,
to take from me my serenity,
I will not bow.
Though many may seek to defame,
to separate mother from child,
to expose brutal and violent philosophy,
I will not bow.
Though the tides converge,
crashing waves with overwhelming force,
I cannot hope to overcome,
I will not bow.
Though the forces of fate conspire,
alone am I against the world,
my views are singular and often discouraged,
I will not bow.
Though man will try to change my mind,
to make me see through their eyes,
to see things as they are,
not what they are to me,
I will not bow.
Though contention rages in my world,
though doubt clouds my mind,
caught in the tempters snare,
a creation wrought of man,
I will not bow.
Though tempests will swarm,
maniacal laughter sold as new,
and time will change all things,
I will not bow.
Though the things I love will one day die.
though my generation will fade into obscurity,
a loss of collective value and shared experience,
my progeny will carry the flame,
they will not bow.
Though my body will succumb to the world,
my soul will not,
I will not bow.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
Sometimes it's not your battle
Though you feel it's your fight
Corruption in the field
discerning what's not right
Can't connect the anger
to fist and flesh for best
behaving as a gentlemen
I can attest
Though ferocity runs strong
In the veins of this beast
When loved ones face demons
They must fight hard at the least
Stepping in would only shatter
The growth from the scars
So I tend to the mending
so they still believe in stars
Speaking what's already known
Reflecting their heart for clarity
In times they need it for hope
When all feels like catastrophe
Diminish my own evils and tempters at the door
So my loved ones know if one can do it, they can too and more
Breathe in and steady your blade
My love endure, you'll gain
Each step against your enemies
Your will I will sustain
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
Over the hill and far away
Is where the make believe must play
The dreamers, inventors
The wishers and tempters.
How high such a hill
Should rise from the ground
And oh what a cackle
Has come from its crowd.
What glee and temptation
And lacking contemplation
Has thrown out such an awful menace
And now we, the outsiders do the penance.
Out of sight and out of mind
Has a one sided hangover I find.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Of Teens, then Twenties, then Thirties galore
All breed Divine your Best Manlihood's spent
So in spare the Words; Waste Language for more
Spawn Fourty Tempters your Hormones relent
And who is to Blame given such Stage we Live
Even though imply some Old Crone's Counsel
Were your Stones by the Road; Much your Peers sieve
These Drunken Records pinch by the Handle
Your Smile caused the Crime. That which we Remind
Where Better Models make such Style unique
Yet - not Enough. Be that Mum's Genes in Kind
Assures your Mark which the World dares to Speak.
Tell me again. Why the Added Arms you Knead
Though Bread bakes its own more Sugar you plead?
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
To write a line which
Sits upon the page
Like a well set stone
Is hard.
And yet they come when
Least you think they might;
Forming in the mind
Like pearls
The smaller words which
Fit like tesserae,
Snug within their place,
Are best.
Polysyllables.
As that which sprawls above;
Bear no close study,
Tempters.
They'll not improve or
Save a clumsy line.
I've tried that trick
And failed.
The pleasure's that of
Craft - from pieces make
A new thing - to shape
And fit.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
They scamper about, dashing through the shadows
they're in every tree, under each meadow.
They'll never admit, to their shame so large,
about the fear they have, of a power in charge.
So they work through the night, laying waste where they may,
but disappear just as quick, as quick before the break of day.
Mind your footing, and steel your mind,
don't believe the stories, of things that creep behind.
Guard your heart, for the hidden chase after,
be brave now poor soul, do not fear their laughter.
The hidden are strong by the numbers in the shadows,
but have no friends, when the light reveals what was hidden in those.
Take courage, be not afraid, there's much more to be said of the right,
if only you'd wait to see the light.
Stand tall, stand firm, among the ranks, with your friends and family near,
fight the shadows, the hidden, the tempters! Fight for all you hold dear!
The hidden shall melt away.
Away in the glorious sunlight.
And at the start of a brand new day,
may we never forget, the struggle...our fight.
Against.
The Hidden.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
I love HER
like my spine she supports my day
She is cool but hot tempered
She doesn’t care about life full of her spirit
The ego in her pushes her through all the pain
She’s never sad ,smiling to every soul
She has the world on her feet as she stands ,
Her sight makes even the devil stop tormenting lost souls,
She’s stronger even than the devil quicker than lightening sleeker than an eel,
Soft like sleek sounds like an angel,
Cooler than icebergs shining like stars ,
Ooh she has this character that **** my manners ,
And also she has everything on her hands she raises dead hopes ,
I’ve never seen her cry but I guess she’s got eyes like marble maybe when she cries they sparkle ,
She has this sweet face but a heart of a lion,
I’m now a puppet for her I’d **** ,
Maybe she’s ahead of her time,she should prolly wait,
She’s Salem’s finest she has bewitched me,
In the midst of all this she got a cold heart,
Does she love?
Does she see me?
I know I said I only needed my mama and my mental health but she broke it all,
I crave for a cuddle,like a baby sleep in her arms,
Who’s her crush?
Who’s her crew?
What does she like?
Do I look good to her or Thanos phenomenon blinds her?
What has she been through?
Is it luck or just one of my tempters?
She has assassinated my heart ,
I can’t love a wrong person but if it’s her take me in ,
But I ain’t lucky so it’s just a dream and long it will pass but I long for a chance
May the world say yes and my heart win her soul
BUT DOES SHE LOVE???
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC