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DevonJones409
Published
21st Apr 2022 10:46pm
21st Apr 2022 10:46pm
Seeing the beauty
A man of many words can inspire lots
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
#love
#courage
#LGBT
#nature
#respect
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
18th Oct 2021 10:03pm
18th Oct 2021 10:03pm
POLL: THE PRODUCTION LINE
PROMOTION
Speech much like inciting a rebelion
words full of sanctimonius wrath
a form of disguise, substituting motivation
— hear yeah, the wisdom of the righteous
candidates selling themselves off
as the champion of your interest
SALES
The exercise of free choice in democracy
is much like a market of monopoly
where choices are limitted edition only
— vote yeah, the brand of oligarchs
greedy crocodiles who gave away money
In public coffers they profitted greatly
AFTER-SALES ...
Speech much like inciting a rebelion
words full of sanctimonius wrath
a form of disguise, substituting motivation
— hear yeah, the wisdom of the righteous
candidates selling themselves off
as the champion of your interest
SALES
The exercise of free choice in democracy
is much like a market of monopoly
where choices are limitted edition only
— vote yeah, the brand of oligarchs
greedy crocodiles who gave away money
In public coffers they profitted greatly
AFTER-SALES ...
#politics
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1 Comment
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
7th Sep 2021 3:43am
7th Sep 2021 3:43am
At Death's Door
Pinky toes, uncut
dipping under, the other side of life
Nothing
I felt nothing, for you
neither for them, my blood
The kindle outwicked
a will, my own
Nothing
I see nothing, a memory
visuals of faces, nor places
Time slowed down
almost stopped, counting backwards
Nothing
I heared nothing, a silence
no voices, calling after my name
And I, for no one
whispered
remembered
cared
Love, hope and faith
were just letters unspelled
I seek no...
dipping under, the other side of life
Nothing
I felt nothing, for you
neither for them, my blood
The kindle outwicked
a will, my own
Nothing
I see nothing, a memory
visuals of faces, nor places
Time slowed down
almost stopped, counting backwards
Nothing
I heared nothing, a silence
no voices, calling after my name
And I, for no one
whispered
remembered
cared
Love, hope and faith
were just letters unspelled
I seek no...
#death
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Shakespearan-Sweet
Published
16th May 2020 00:35am
16th May 2020 00:35am
Hands2Hands (Revised)
Hands 2 Hands entwines
Forehead. touchings
purest intent, love divines
Searching for expressions no words can we define
intoxicated kisses from lips of red wines
Beneath the stares of our shooting stars eyes
Neither one of us wants to end this beautiful twilight
As we sit here holding each other tight
I want to be that love diary you read At bed every night
let not your heart be troubled
For deep within the the ink of my pages My vowels of beautiful syllabus outlines and phrases
My humbllings to be...
Forehead. touchings
purest intent, love divines
Searching for expressions no words can we define
intoxicated kisses from lips of red wines
Beneath the stares of our shooting stars eyes
Neither one of us wants to end this beautiful twilight
As we sit here holding each other tight
I want to be that love diary you read At bed every night
let not your heart be troubled
For deep within the the ink of my pages My vowels of beautiful syllabus outlines and phrases
My humbllings to be...
#love
#hope
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#support
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
20th Oct 2021 8:52am
20th Oct 2021 8:52am
BURNOUT
the sun is possessively
glaring without blinking
too much warmth is blazing my being
longing for the cloud's shading
craving for a drop of rain
to save me from this pain
I am wilting even before my time
like a dying stalk of red rose on post Valentine
I need to breathe
please give me some space
from your brand of love
suffocating my spirit
please give me back my freedom
to revive my self-respect
so I can be the real me
once again
...
glaring without blinking
too much warmth is blazing my being
longing for the cloud's shading
craving for a drop of rain
to save me from this pain
I am wilting even before my time
like a dying stalk of red rose on post Valentine
I need to breathe
please give me some space
from your brand of love
suffocating my spirit
please give me back my freedom
to revive my self-respect
so I can be the real me
once again
...
#relationships
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
20th Oct 2021 5:09pm
20th Oct 2021 5:09pm
CHRONICLES OF OXY - HER DUPLICITY
as election nears D. Day
overtime translates standard
and I feel tired, not because of work
(oh no! not because of that)
but for the sensory overload:
loud voices
of the preening peacocks
online, on air
singing a chorous
off key, all sharp and pitchy;
visual abuse
of fake sincerity
with few vibrant colours
contrasting, inciting dyslexia
as a fad, feeling fashionistas;
rotten smell
of brewing conspiracy
mass hypnosis amidst awareness...
overtime translates standard
and I feel tired, not because of work
(oh no! not because of that)
but for the sensory overload:
loud voices
of the preening peacocks
online, on air
singing a chorous
off key, all sharp and pitchy;
visual abuse
of fake sincerity
with few vibrant colours
contrasting, inciting dyslexia
as a fad, feeling fashionistas;
rotten smell
of brewing conspiracy
mass hypnosis amidst awareness...
#SelfReflection
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
1st May 2019 3:40am
1st May 2019 3:40am
Pink Courage
No less passionate than any aggressive stance
Daring
In silence
Subtle
Deliberate coincidence
Sharper than any straightforward verbal banter
Cunning
Curveball pitcher
Indirect
Bullseye shooter
Still, but substantially concentrated
Unassuming
Patiently persisting
Unwavering
Protracted struggling
Against a generation
Cross-flowing
Behind the scene
Rewriting
Life as they would have wanted
A shade paler than red
Like a second class citizen
By temperature and...
Daring
In silence
Subtle
Deliberate coincidence
Sharper than any straightforward verbal banter
Cunning
Curveball pitcher
Indirect
Bullseye shooter
Still, but substantially concentrated
Unassuming
Patiently persisting
Unwavering
Protracted struggling
Against a generation
Cross-flowing
Behind the scene
Rewriting
Life as they would have wanted
A shade paler than red
Like a second class citizen
By temperature and...
#courage
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1 Comment
Poetic_Strength
Published
12th Jun 2020 3:47am
12th Jun 2020 3:47am
The effect of a Gentle Stroke- Taste of Wine
I sat still with the idea to listen
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
#secrets
#summer
#WritingPoetry #passion
#WritingPoetry #passion
7 reads
5 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Published
10th Aug 2020 1:33am
10th Aug 2020 1:33am
GOD OF WONDERS
God of power, love, and endless wonders
Whose throne is in heaven above lightning and thunder
If You and I were to walk hand-in-hand
Across the miles of city land
Would You be ten or a million feet tall?
Standing by You,, would make me grasshopper small!
Would You have to bend Your neck a little
Or bend more like halfway down the middle
Not to bury Your head on the sun, the moon, or the stars?
And how do they stay up there so far?
Would You walk right through the hot summer sun
Or the lit-filled moon when the day is done
Because You,...
Whose throne is in heaven above lightning and thunder
If You and I were to walk hand-in-hand
Across the miles of city land
Would You be ten or a million feet tall?
Standing by You,, would make me grasshopper small!
Would You have to bend Your neck a little
Or bend more like halfway down the middle
Not to bury Your head on the sun, the moon, or the stars?
And how do they stay up there so far?
Would You walk right through the hot summer sun
Or the lit-filled moon when the day is done
Because You,...
#Christian
7 reads
4 Comments
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
19th Oct 2021 7:19pm
19th Oct 2021 7:19pm
B.E.D
comfort eating
until weighed
poked tonsils
till you vomit
compelled
you eat
AGAIN
nothing is wrong
you convinced yourself
BULIMIA
is not a sickness
But it is
and you need
HELP
I AM HERE
until weighed
poked tonsils
till you vomit
compelled
you eat
AGAIN
nothing is wrong
you convinced yourself
BULIMIA
is not a sickness
But it is
and you need
HELP
I AM HERE
#MentalHealth
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Cyndi_Moone
Published
15th Mar 2022 00:17am
15th Mar 2022 00:17am
ALLITERATION: The Sneaky, Slimy, Slithering, Serpenty-Snake
The sneaky, slimy, slithering, squirming snake silently sat shamefully,
Stupendously-stumped.
The seated, sizzling, sneaky, slimy, slithering serpent still stupendously-stumped,
Squirmed slowly searching signaling scents.
With no stopping the squirming, silently-sneaky, slithering, shamefully-stumped serpent searching sign, the snake slithers sizzling surround sound.
Only with punishment, the slithering, slimy, silent, shamefully-stumped serpent stops sin-searching.
Now, be a bumble bee, buzling big bumble bubbles and not a sneaky, slimy,...
Stupendously-stumped.
The seated, sizzling, sneaky, slimy, slithering serpent still stupendously-stumped,
Squirmed slowly searching signaling scents.
With no stopping the squirming, silently-sneaky, slithering, shamefully-stumped serpent searching sign, the snake slithers sizzling surround sound.
Only with punishment, the slithering, slimy, silent, shamefully-stumped serpent stops sin-searching.
Now, be a bumble bee, buzling big bumble bubbles and not a sneaky, slimy,...
#hate
#lies
#evil
#greed
#hypocrisy
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
13th Sep 2019 7:33am
13th Sep 2019 7:33am
SLUMBER OF THE MOON
Darkness, don't loose your light;
I CANNOT.
Here comes yellow, struggling against the fog.
Time, slow down;
I CANNOT.
The sun is waking up.
Full, am I?
FOOL YOU ARE!
Setting behind the clouds.
I CANNOT.
Here comes yellow, struggling against the fog.
Time, slow down;
I CANNOT.
The sun is waking up.
Full, am I?
FOOL YOU ARE!
Setting behind the clouds.
#aging
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1 Comment
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