oskar
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:25pm
10th Mar 2025 8:25pm
political reality
The politics of reality
A leading Norwegian newspaper takes the view that it is the Alawites and the Christians who are the problem in Syria, which is blatantly untrue. The Brussels Mafia have decided that the former henchman is the right person, which suits Israel too for the time being
What is disturbing is that Europe’s leaders do not understand that globalism is over and that we will see new security zones that will leave Europe a quaint place for Russian or Chinese tourists. For a small country like Norway, the new system is a bonus as it no longer has to rely on the...
A leading Norwegian newspaper takes the view that it is the Alawites and the Christians who are the problem in Syria, which is blatantly untrue. The Brussels Mafia have decided that the former henchman is the right person, which suits Israel too for the time being
What is disturbing is that Europe’s leaders do not understand that globalism is over and that we will see new security zones that will leave Europe a quaint place for Russian or Chinese tourists. For a small country like Norway, the new system is a bonus as it no longer has to rely on the...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude
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Wordsmith
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 3:48pm
8th Mar 2025 3:48pm
The Most Loving and Forgiving
I disobey You; my Lord; yet You call me back to grace...
I stray a thousand times; yet You never turn Your face
I sin in the daylight; I sin in the night...
Yet You cover my shame; conceal me from sight
I took from the world; but forgot what You gave...
I walked into darkness; yet still; You forgave
I spoke what was false; I mocked what was true...
Yet Your mercy still flows; like the morning dew
I broke my word; I broke my vow...
Yet You mend my soul; then teach me how
Had it been men; they would cast me aside......
I stray a thousand times; yet You never turn Your face
I sin in the daylight; I sin in the night...
Yet You cover my shame; conceal me from sight
I took from the world; but forgot what You gave...
I walked into darkness; yet still; You forgave
I spoke what was false; I mocked what was true...
Yet Your mercy still flows; like the morning dew
I broke my word; I broke my vow...
Yet You mend my soul; then teach me how
Had it been men; they would cast me aside......
#forgiveness
#God
#gratitude
#prayer
#redemption
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oskar
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 9:05am
8th Mar 2025 9:05am
mysterious woman
It was, perhaps it still is, popular to take aerial pictures
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some ...
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some ...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude #motivational
#gratitude #motivational
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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 9:07pm
7th Mar 2025 9:07pm
papercut Romeo
I play chords with hands
that bruise when they caress
fingers that write verses of worship
leavin trails of wounds when they touch
she collects my paper thin alibis
songs half written
poems torn along the edges
and keeps them in her bedside drawer
where my best intentions sleep
ivory keys remember my failures
black and whites absolutes
played by hands who only understand gray
coaxin fractions of beauty
from things that won’t bleed
they call me papercut Romeo
for the way my love cuts without...
that bruise when they caress
fingers that write verses of worship
leavin trails of wounds when they touch
she collects my paper thin alibis
songs half written
poems torn along the edges
and keeps them in her bedside drawer
where my best intentions sleep
ivory keys remember my failures
black and whites absolutes
played by hands who only understand gray
coaxin fractions of beauty
from things that won’t bleed
they call me papercut Romeo
for the way my love cuts without...
#forgiveness
#love
#redemption #relationships
#redemption #relationships
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
The Wild Rose
I'm the Gardner
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
#forgiveness
#kindness
#love #rose
#love #rose
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NaughtyByNature
Tiffany143
Tiffany143
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:05am
5th Mar 2025 1:05am
Missing pieces
I miss you..
I miss the way that you lit the fire inside of me..
I miss the excitement that I feel when my eyes are about to look inside of yours..
I miss the way you dance with me in the house..
I miss how I could talk to you about anything for hours..
I miss how I'm a better me with you..
I miss the way that my hand fit inside of yours..
I miss the way your heart danced with mine..
I miss how you intoxicate me by the way that you speak..
I miss the way you would come up behind me when I was washing dishes..
I miss the way your lips felt...
I miss the way that you lit the fire inside of me..
I miss the excitement that I feel when my eyes are about to look inside of yours..
I miss the way you dance with me in the house..
I miss how I could talk to you about anything for hours..
I miss how I'm a better me with you..
I miss the way that my hand fit inside of yours..
I miss the way your heart danced with mine..
I miss how you intoxicate me by the way that you speak..
I miss the way you would come up behind me when I was washing dishes..
I miss the way your lips felt...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#hope
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
Bed Of Daffodils
Skilled hands digging the hole deep
Planting seeds to restfully sleep
Waiting for the glorious day
When inspiration takes heartache away
Sowing seeds since the beginning
Mistake after mistake is my ending
Haunted daily by memory's refraction
Paying consequences for my actions
Nourished by the rain and light
Hiding the past, my dark of night
Secrets buried way down below
Waiting for something beautiful to grow
Within this grave I plant my treasure
Beauty grows from desperate measures ...
Planting seeds to restfully sleep
Waiting for the glorious day
When inspiration takes heartache away
Sowing seeds since the beginning
Mistake after mistake is my ending
Haunted daily by memory's refraction
Paying consequences for my actions
Nourished by the rain and light
Hiding the past, my dark of night
Secrets buried way down below
Waiting for something beautiful to grow
Within this grave I plant my treasure
Beauty grows from desperate measures ...
#forgiveness
#hope
#redemption
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 12:33pm
22nd Feb 2025 12:33pm
a poem
A poem
The blue flowers in the kitchen thrive
in the shade, and fading day is welcomed
In days of pain, mortality is not an intruder
Old battlefields have the greenest grass
bodies going back wench they came
the blue flowers in the kitchen look lovely.
The blue flowers in the kitchen thrive
in the shade, and fading day is welcomed
In days of pain, mortality is not an intruder
Old battlefields have the greenest grass
bodies going back wench they came
the blue flowers in the kitchen look lovely.
#emotions
#forgiveness
#kindness #love
#kindness #love
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:00pm
14th Feb 2025 5:00pm
a sailor goes ashore
The sailor goes ashore.
the night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black movie, 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to the years
to meet people long since gone.
A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well
the shadow of his 125 years old father was not there
nectar drinking Colibri exotic as Christmas present never received, the one in the toy shop, a red firetruck
with wooden wheels
And he, the son of the oldest man in the world, had gone to sea, and when he returned, nothing was as remembered,...
the night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black movie, 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to the years
to meet people long since gone.
A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well
the shadow of his 125 years old father was not there
nectar drinking Colibri exotic as Christmas present never received, the one in the toy shop, a red firetruck
with wooden wheels
And he, the son of the oldest man in the world, had gone to sea, and when he returned, nothing was as remembered,...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#kindness
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 1:44pm
11th Feb 2025 1:44pm
Egon Hedin the cook
Egon Hedin the cook
When I joined the ship as a second cook I had trained as a baker, on a tank ship with forty crews, one, who could bake a passable loaf was needed
The cook’s name was Egon Hedin, he had an ascetic face with an aristocratic nose, one felt like bowing to his lord until you saw his arms they looked enormous which would in a boxer
the vessel left Antwerp for Russia the journey took us through the Mediterranean Sea and since the weather was fine the deckhands wore shorts that excited him greatly, he tried to sneak up to one of them to stroke the boy’s back, this...
When I joined the ship as a second cook I had trained as a baker, on a tank ship with forty crews, one, who could bake a passable loaf was needed
The cook’s name was Egon Hedin, he had an ascetic face with an aristocratic nose, one felt like bowing to his lord until you saw his arms they looked enormous which would in a boxer
the vessel left Antwerp for Russia the journey took us through the Mediterranean Sea and since the weather was fine the deckhands wore shorts that excited him greatly, he tried to sneak up to one of them to stroke the boy’s back, this...
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness #inspirational
#forgiveness #inspirational
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musht_e_ghubaar
Arsh
Arsh
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 11:03am
11th Feb 2025 11:03am
Coward
What it is?
To say, To Confess,
"I Love You."
A Feeling ?
A Statement ?
State of Being ?
Let me tell you,
My Love.
It is an act of bravery,
To Confess,
To Say, that,
"I Love you",
In the world of bravehearts,
My Love,
I am the biggest Coward.
-Arshad
02.01.2021
To say, To Confess,
"I Love You."
A Feeling ?
A Statement ?
State of Being ?
Let me tell you,
My Love.
It is an act of bravery,
To Confess,
To Say, that,
"I Love you",
In the world of bravehearts,
My Love,
I am the biggest Coward.
-Arshad
02.01.2021
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#TimeHeals
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:59am
9th Feb 2025 9:59am
The Titan
The Titan
They say he is a callous narcissist, all great men in our civilizations were self-focused it is what made them hated by some and loved by others We are confronted with a person who only appears when history demands a change, who thinks the impossible can come through
People ask, is he evil or a demi-god? No, he is a man whose vision stretches into the future and beyond, while we think of what’s for lunch
The problem is he burns the candle at both ends should he burn out and disappear, he will leave us the power to think practically, but also to dream, which is...
They say he is a callous narcissist, all great men in our civilizations were self-focused it is what made them hated by some and loved by others We are confronted with a person who only appears when history demands a change, who thinks the impossible can come through
People ask, is he evil or a demi-god? No, he is a man whose vision stretches into the future and beyond, while we think of what’s for lunch
The problem is he burns the candle at both ends should he burn out and disappear, he will leave us the power to think practically, but also to dream, which is...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#inspirational #kindness
#inspirational #kindness
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