Food, air and water are
basic needs for physical
body.
Love, care and affection
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The hearts are rusted, the tongues deceive,
These are the ones who make life grieve.
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There are angels in this mortal veil.
Gems glittering in this world's grey shale.
Their lights shine out in this dark land,
Like a lighthouse's sparkle upon the sands.
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The man on the land poured dust through hand,
when the dust takes flight in the red suns glow,
there is a man with a weathered face,
etched by the years and the outbacks grace
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Intertwining my fingers with yours
A familiar, intimate touch
But this one feels different.
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Admire them from afar,
Like the beautiful star they are.
You want to feel them close,
But is it worth it?
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Apologia in Free Verse (After Too Much Meter)
I meant to speak plainly. To let the thought go unbuttoned,
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the liquid
sometimes silver
sometimes brackish, seeding, straining, reaching
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The enlightened shadow
Came in my vision
And whispered to me,
'This is the only truth, '
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Born with the sunrise, soft and strong,
A heartbeat steady, a sacred song.
You came into this world so small,
Yet held a strength that stunned us all.
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Something is but throbbing my brain
My thoughts resembles the sporadic rain
They are razor sharp can pierce the dry grain
The world as we know it isn't just gray
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If they don't value your presence
Exit gently from their essence.
There's nothing to say, nothing to prove
Your time in their life has reached its groove.
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This title provocative in the text
filled me with wonder and left me perplexed.
In heaven's name what could this marvel be
that looked like a grin in hyperbole?
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Being a doctor, She's merciful
Her medicine information is fruitful.
FOR her job, she is faithful.
She is professional in kid's blood
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A LOOK AT LIFE-166
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
When ego speaks,
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Songs of Falling Feathers
By William He
The tune—a wave in the void,
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Odio il mio passato
Odio tutto ciò che è stato
Odio guardarmi allo specchio
E non riuscire più a guardarmi dentro
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1
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty,
the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy
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Sat on a wall, I watched the turnstones, turn stones
on Turnstone Beach. Working their patch,
from rocky groyne, to crow border.
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The Jazzman of Stonehenge;
kneeling
taps his tiny toffee hammer
on the tarmac path.
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At the blade's edge,
Blood stains it red.
Life ebbs and flows,
Leaving behind the silent dead.
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Come on in outa da wind, sit on down ave some gin.
Been warm taday, dry too.
Ain't seen rain in a while but sure good ta see ya an yer smile,
A'll ave Ma put some more water in da stew.
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நீ எனக்கு முன் இறந்தால்,
இந்த மண்ணிற்கும் அந்த விண்ணுக்கும்
உன்னை தரமாட்டேன்,
என்னுள் புதைத்துக்கொள்வேன்!
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அவள் கண்களில் மின்னல்கள் பாயும்,
அவள் சிரிப்பினால் இடியும் அமைதியாகும்,
அவள் அழகினால் மேகங்களும் பாடும்,
அவள் நடையினில் வானவில் ஆடும்.
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Truth is just a word in the dictionary,
No man in any situation can use, big worry.
It can be buried or burnt with fakery,
Making one look stupid leading to mockery.
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நரகமும் சில நெரங்களில் ஸ்வர்கம் போல் தோன்றும் என
துக்கமும் சில நேரங்களில் சந்தோஷம் போல் தோன்றும் என
வெறுப்பும் சில நேரங்களில் காதல் போல் தோன்றும் என
வருத்தங்களும் சில நேரங்களில் கனவுகள் போல் தோன்றும் என
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In this world, all seems to be a war,
Travelling on a chariot called life afar.
When I'm not sure how to fight,
My Lord, you will show the path, right.
...
When you're in a storm,
I wish to be your peace.
When you're in rain,
...
Write a little limerick line by line,
And when it's done, you'll feel real fine!
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Let us be dancers, true to ourselves,
Our sons, the singers of our songs,
With the Okuku drum's fierce beat,
Our bairns' ankles stir to its vibrant call.
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Misty powder blue graces my cheekbones
So Pale and porcelain Like lace agate stones
Watching the blue birds pass by
In a lavender lead sky
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ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 𝕀𝕟 𝕊𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕥 ✔8826158885 📞 (𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕙𝕚) 𝔸𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 Delhi Patel Nagar @callgirls In 😍Delhi💋
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I've been hurt,
let down so many times,
that I've forgotten what it's like to feel good.
Maybe I'm too kindhearted?
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You brought your chaos, I made my cut.
You threw your show—I shut that hut.
I saw the mask, the tricks, the lies...
Watched your ego crack and get exposed to the skies.
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He rises with a fire that aches for her glow,
She drifts in silence where shadows grow.
He owns the day, loud and bright,
She haunts the dark, cloaked in night.
...
You smiled wide when I looked small,
Kept me chained behind your friendship wall.
You called it care, but moved like fear—
Pulling me out when others came near.
...
What if I told you, in hush not heard, but felt,
That the ache you name as longing
is the echo of a promise kept?
Not in some far-off fortune,
...
The Buffalo church, it is implodin'
Rhetoric flarin', parishes unloadin'
We're good enough to give, but have no say in votin'
You don't believe in division, but what's that decree your totin'
...
'Shock shattered the calm,
Tears searched for a face to claim.
Sadness wrapped itself around me,
Words fled, leaving silence to reign.
...
A sweet melody carols from your caring
Yellow jackets in your eyes with lyres buzzing
Blues in your eyes contrast summers yellowing
Like bright daffodils drowned as its flooding
...
I have a Garden to tend
a little flower bed
but sometimes I get tired
i'm a sleepy head
...
Brittle little leaves skate across my mind.
A timid wind faintly wins the song of someone's chimes.
Barreling through, whirring, and warring the whimsy of Winter's end,
cars flood, flash and thunder to distract from thawing land.
...
Da quando ti ho incontrato
La mia vita hai cambiato
Prima poco sorridevo
E se ora lo faccio a te lo devo
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Sitting,
there seems to be a soft whisper on my cheek.
Kinda softer than the laughter of children chasing tree shadows on Summer evenings,
Their laughter spilling like clean water..
...
Ink and Breath
Tragic ink, it paints clouds without rain,
...
It's beyond metaphor, nor smile in oxymoron,
And lies in the hands of irony.
Only fragments in ink can define the monotony
Of politics punctuated by propaganda.
...
Pink Lemons fall from trees not yet verdant
And sycamore's twisting like a serpent
Seeping the work in the sun
Cerise nap and then your done
...
When a woman speaks her truth, her heart,
The wrong man calls it nagging, a work of art.
But the right one listens, with empathetic ears,
Seeing her words as an invitation, to calm her fears.
...
I gave her all—my heart, my time,
But silence echoed every climb.
She wanted more, yet gave me less,
And left my soul in quiet mess.
...
'Shall I accept or reject it? '
Simple question indeed,
But I am confused,
If I think that
...
Even without a reason to smile, I have millions of reasons to be thankful.
...
I believe that to leave the comfort zone, we need to venture into exploring new seas.
...
I'm very sorry
Fearing a cascade failure sometimes
That may be illegal sweetie.
You know it?
...
I'd rather keep my integrity and lose than win with dirty hands.
...
To be fair, if I was a child alone-
given power to create and to destroy
I too would create my little imperfect world.
I would create a world, beautiful and lush,
...
He spoke in sighs, not in demand,
A weary heart, a trembling hand.
He gave his youth, he gave his will,
Yet found no peace, no moment still.
...
It starts as silence—thick and wide,
A whisper coiled in sky's dark side.
The air grows tense, the ground holds breath,
As heaven loads its hand with death.
...
As winter's chill begins to fade,
A cold spring day, with frost displayed,
I wrap my coat around me tight,
And head to church, where warmth and light,
...
When we were young this life was so simple;
We needed only obey and be thankful.
We had chores around our little farm;
But life was happy when the weather was warm.
...
Theres not even pain, its just- mental
Maybe a heartbeat or two at times
Or looking into the version of you
That seemed like it wasnt the real you
...
I felt an itch upon my rump,
A bed bug, I suppose,
Except it left my crack alone,
And headed through my clothes,
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Soldiers sharpen swords for war
Lovers open hearts for grief
but all for a tragedy in disguise
...
Rivers flowing in a tight
Oceans bounce back all the light
but ma eyes fit on your face
...
I won't rise soft, I rise in blaze,
With untamed scars and war-born grace.
No crown was gifted, none was spared—
I took my seat, because I dared.
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Eyes like verdicts, carved in steel,
Truths unravel beneath her heel.
No sugar lies, no velvet grace—
One glance can torch a godless face.
...
Prayer is a lifeline
Prayer keeps the darkness away
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Prayer is a lifeline
Prayer keeps the darkness away
...
Prayer is a lifeline
Prayer keeps the darkness away
...
Prayer is a lifeline
Prayer keeps the darkness away
...
Prayer is a lifeline
Prayer keeps the darkness away
...
Prayer is a lifeline
Prayer keeps the darkness away
...
Prayer is a lifeline
Prayer keeps the darkness away
...
Once ripples on a Pond,
Reach the lawn,
Their fate has been decided.
...
Don't try to join another's wave length, be the whole spectrum, then you will be white light incorporating all
Harm no one, they do not belong to you
Despise not those that hate, lest you become one of them
...
My days are numbered so little and so few I know
And I'm destined to never be able or worthy to grow
But I sit here wanting like a harvests famished crow
Just wishing I could go past my tripwires
...
You sat by my side,
Yes I've missed you so much.
In my dream we're together,
I don't want to wake up.
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Hierbij kondig ik aan als positive awareness activist, de strijd tegen de dehumanificatie en polarisatie! Door kleine bijdrages te leveren en moreel veel support voor hen die lijden! De technocratificiering is de Dader, men neemt geen verantwoordelijkheid maar trekt bestaan uit een lege huls en holt de inhoud uit tot op het bot en niemand nog weet waar het over gaat of ging. Omtzigt verliet niet voor niets de politiek. De ware terrorist als men zich niet vergist zijn wegkijkers en strepers in ultra strakke pakken, Trump, Rutte, vonderLeyen en Netanyahu en de arrogante managerswereld die zichzelf hoog achten op de schouders der werkelijk werkende samenleving. De wet op bestuur moet op de schop alle technocratische subs en cons mogen niet meer leiden tot rechtsteloorgang en in essentie dat waarom het ging! Wat we kwijt waren winnen we terug, weg met TTTiP en CETA, stop het wegstrepen en de militarisering en groei van de politiestaat, dat is niet de road to redemption maar Chaos, liefdeloosheid en kilheid en Onrecht. Denk niet ik kijk weg en doe maar gewoon mee, als je echt ziet wat er gebeurt probeer iets kleins, een korreltje bij te dragen en denk daarbij bijvoorbeeld aan Ingrid JOnkers Korreltje zand! Genoeg hiervan het is mooi geweest, De geest van Hannah Arendt in ons staat op en doodt dat noeste waanszins Beest!
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Lief
Er is iets vreemds aan de hand achter de sluier verhult een zucht vaak materieel, verveel, verdeel en heers en speel met levens! Maar wanneer ik iemand Lief noem dan is dat een grote achting, een reactie op een waarachtig open strijdbaar zingevend liefdevol wezen. De wet der communicerende vaten kent geen pre-baten! De openheid er oprecht in geloven is een drievoudige baan, een onderneming waarbij je je levenslang je schouders eronder zult moeten zetten! Lief is dus het echte goud, want die Lief ook van zichzelf houdt, vanuit de kern staat en weet wat dat behelst, dan wordt je door iemand als ik spontaan omhelst! 'Mensen, durf oprecht Lief te zijn, evolutie is een baan, wegkijken en gemakzucht zijn sleepankers voor het aardse bestaan! '
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There was a strange fragrance in the room
as Frank pushed open the kitchen door
as he fled from the two thugs sent to kill him.
The kitchen drawer was pulled open
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A nest of bones and boards holds me down
Creaking in my hollow head echoing is endless
I pull my ribs out to tie the endeavour
I'd love to sit and stay a while with you
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'El amor en las olas zumban, mi corazón late sin parar.
Ya que cada que te veo, mi alma se llena de calor
y no específicamente por el sol.
Miro tus ojos, parecen perlas cristalinas,
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I'd rather be lost, sobbing and lowly
As the cards fold upon my heart
Locked into a forest of my own making
With redwoods as tall to reach Jupiter's rings
...
Sarcophagus's lay grace upon your eyes with layers of gold eerie
Golden heart golden values to leak out of the bottom clearly
Let yourself down rest for a day inside as to get dreary
look like a trophy resting there all wasted and weary
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Thunder's roaring
I love it when it's raining
coffee's gone cold
stories unfold
...
I don't know if you'll ever read this.
Maybe it's not even for you
maybe it's for me.
Because some truths
...
You see me smile on a glowing screen
a snapshot, a story, a captioned dream.
But that's not me. Not really.
It's a moment I chose, a frame I cropped,
...
My departure has no day or night.
As I have already taken flight
And left the stratosphere and circled a star.
That is both dark and light.
...
It wasn't thunder,
but my ribs rearranged —
books slipping
from an unseen shelf.
...
What of the coming sunrise?
That has no wish to shine on me.
That has no love or need of me.
That will, at some point, summarise
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There must be times you kiss me.
And wonder why his eyes are firmly closed.
Why are his eyes shut ever so tightly—right?
It is that I am dreaming that our souls
...
A breeze of fresh autumn air
comes through my window -
strikes my hair
swirls around me -
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For the Woman You Are
Fill your life with rainbows,
Not just for others—but for you.
...
This is fine,
But that is finer,
Difference between
'Fine' and 'finer' is visible
...
The true burden of a truth shared is pain.
To tar and feather is to accept half or all the blame.
Scars are inherited; they are a legacy of ancestral trauma.
It is a gallows noose swinging empty in the wind.
...
I walked through halls with books in hand,
I climbed each step with hope so high,
I earned my scrolls in every land,
Yet still I watched each dream go by.
...
Ik, soi, moi, me, myself and I
wij hebben geen opgelegde
regenboogdictatatuur nodig
maar aanschouwen de natuur
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