mocking bird singing
imitating other birds
no song of it’s own
like those who repeat the lies
their leader told them
I do not love you with hope,
for hope waits at the edge of tomorrow,
clinging to what may come,
trembling at what may fade.
I love you with presence,
with the way your eyes
steady the wild places in me.
With the way silence between us
is never empty,
but full—like the hush of dawn.
I do not ask for forever,
though I would walk every forever with you.
I do not bargain with fate,
though fate has been kind to let me find you.
My love is not a contract,
not a plea for what might be,
but a truth that exists simply
because you are.
When I hold you,
it is not to keep you,
for you are not mine to keep.
It is to honor the miracle
of this moment,
the way our hearts
recognize one another
without condition,
without demand.
If tomorrow comes,
I will love you then, too—
not because I hoped for it,
but because my love does not vanish
with the setting sun.
It does not ask the world to bend,
it only asks to be given
as freely as it flows.
So take this love
as it is—
whole, unchained,
needing nothing but you,
as you are,
here, now.
This is genuine love:
not born of hope,
but of being.
They always dance to it
The drum and rhythm of life
The beat are so lovely
If you can get it.
Life is a mystery
A journey you alone ride
But with support it becomes worthwhile.
Life is so frustrating
When you know or own nothing.
Drives you crazy, if you're lazy
Not having the courage to go after,
What you want or need.
There's enough for all
Some want everything
So they can use people, just like tools.
Many wanna start
From the top, not the bottom
From everything, not somewhere.
Variety is the spice of life;
Everyone can't be a leader, there must be followers.
teacher's pet
she is an obedient student
compliant
rule follower
teacher refers her to gifted program
her intelligence score is mediocre
compliance does not mean gifted
but how many of us know this?
off the chain student
teachers argue against him receiving gifted services
he is a class disturbance
often off the wall behavior
wild, uninhibited; a strange thinker
his intelligent score is through the roof
wants everything to be fair
gifted? Oh, yes, ma’am!
The old poets haunt me
they taunt me from the shadows
following every keystroke I type -
they’re critical of phrases,
they demand narrower themes
and mock the very clichés they invented.
I remind these frightful spirits of how tenuous
life was, how I’m blindly living these experiences,
how prevalent desire is, how human it is to chase
the things we’re told will fulfill us, like goals and love.
I try and explain this Internet thing, how the more copious
my writings, the more people it says are following me.
How I really don’t want to sound paranoid
but as hard as I try - I don’t see anyone.
.
.
Song for this:
Too Much Time On My Hands by Styx
Reelin' In The Years by Steely Dan
I have added ten lovely poets to my fallowing list, to follow
I've got lots of followers
Follow me
1 quick question
Where exactly are you going
Do you even know yourself
Or
Have the faintest clue or idea
Because I am very sorry to say
But quite honestly
Unless you are going nowhere
You look absolutely hopelessly
Lost to me
And you ain't getting them any further either
I will give you 1 thing though
Neither you or them seem to care
You are heading off a cliff
" SO NO HARM DONE NO FOUL "
Why on earth should I bothered then
Sunflower
Oh ! That Morning! Which was bright,
The sunflower inspired my strive,
Although life is like a dreadful night,
But soon the sun will shine bright,
Just turn your face towards brightening light,
Which is symbol of hope and light,
Smile of the sunflower evoked my insight,
Always turn your heart to the celestial light.
We the believers are a community
Followers of God’s Holy royal unity
Let us consider how to stir up
One another to love and good works
Not neglecting to meet and greet each other
We’re not strangers but sisters and brothers
We the believers are a community
Followers of God’s Holy royal unity
Let us consider how to stir up
One another to love and good works
We shall we should encouraging one another
You see falling by the wayside are my sisters and brothers
We should share each other’s burdens;
Unlike what happen in the garden;
Let’s not do evil for good
Let’s stand united each and every neighborhood
We the believers are a community
Followers of God’s Holy royal unity
Let us consider how to stir up
One another to love and good works
We urge you brothers and sisters, warn those who are idle and disruptive, encourage the disheartened, help the weak, be patient with everyone, everyone
Hallelujah
Amen
2/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Galatians 6:2
1st Thessalonians 5:14
As eve descends upon the light land
blinds and drapes shut none see no one can
the wind softly howls the streetlights shudder
inside the house we assemble the band
looking at the map this is the plan:
we pick the lock and slaughter the man
his guards will fight to their very last breath
we must kill the prophet's line in the sand
from the building we tip-toed on out
our best disguise came from the puffed clouds
the rain poured as we walked to the gold fort
at our destination there was a crowd
the clairvoyant was preaching quite loud
dripping wet his followers all bowed
he pointed at us and asked our mission
we simply stared refusing to be cowed
the swords were raised the battle was fought
throats slit guts hang as the seer was caught
pleading to me why must you shed my blood
for my place and people to have a spot
I stood alone in the battlefield
and entered the camp seeking to yield
the chalice of night which rings my dreams true
I am the prophet assuming the field
Qadhani
Zafar Ahmad And Sabir Zafar are Ahmadi Personalities
They claimed that Mirza was also a Prophet
Allama Iqbal was also considered to be their admirer
Later on he break away from the movement in 1935
Daultana ignored ahmadiya community
Bhuto was not in the favour of violence and bigotry
Zia prohibited the ahmadiya from preaching and professing
Ahmadi headquaters are located in chenab nagar rabwa
Note.Minorities deserve equal rights as majority?
With all the thoughts that stream through my mind,
I write down on paper anything I can find.
When I display them here for everyone to see,
I hope they can be considered writes of quality.
There are many new followers to see what I write.
I try to contribute much during any day or night.
For all the critical and kind comments,
I wish to convey all of my sincerest compliments.
I have always tried to write with utmost quality.
The best of my efforts are what I want people to see.
That's what my friends expect when I submit poetry.
My submissions are displayed here both day and night.
With all my new followers, I must be doing something right.
I can't thank you enough for all your nice comments.
From now on, I will try to maintain my presence.
Jesus Christ came to live on earth
to bring good news to those that's near
He came with His message of salvation
offering His love to all who did hear
The church of Jesus lived near the sea
there He taught His disciples what's true
bringing to them His authority on earth
with God's approval, Jesus would do
Jesus sat on a boat at the seaside
calling all there, listen on your iPod
this was the church of that time
divinely created by the sovereign God
This was where Jesus said come
the meeting of those He had elected
sinner's who saw self full of sin
Jesus loved them never to be neglected
Jesus meets His followers at sea
bringing His church united as one
even on the boat, He brings them peace
amidst the storms proving He is God's son
(?I've written this thinking of Jesus and his disciples(his church) meeting at the seaside and there Jesus taught them his word.)
My open letter to my followers
Thank you,
Thank you
Cheers
Ta
Yours Sincerely
Kind Regards
I appreciate each and every 1 of
you so very much
In fact i do not know what i would
do without you
Your time your comments
Inspiration and input
Make this all worth it
So here's to all of you
Once again thanking you all
My Poetic Friend's
For lending me a friendly ear
And picking me up with a positive comment
When i was trodden and downbeat
And the only friends i could turn to
Who could truly understand
Were you my Poetrysoup followers
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