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Steve Page Jul 2019
[Proverbs 4:6
Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you.
Proverbs 7:4
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and to insight, “You are my relative.”]

Do we really need
all the friends we can get?
Are we truely better off
not knowing?
Will it all work out
when we get to the end?
And do we need to get tough
to get going?

I prefer to listen,
I'm learning to wait
and hear from she who is wiser.
I've made some mistakes,
but I'm learning from those
who trust the Word as adviser.

As I sit and I read,
as I ponder and pray
my sisters begin to make sense.
My sister is Wisdom, my sister is Insight,
my first and next line of defense.
Proverbs 4:6
Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you.
Proverbs 7:4
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and to insight, “You are my relative.”
Laokos Jul 2019
sent you
a
call
from a
space
no one
knows.

I long for the days of
no man.

here, I
could
stay
forever,
gleaning
endless
insight from
this tree
moving in
the wind.

no romance has ever
shown me such wisdom.

no human has ever
displayed such power.

yet,
somewhere
there is a
movement
that escapes
me,

that escapes
us all.


may it always be so.
shamamama Jun 2019
if i could pay you in poetry
would you prefer
fiery and feisty
loving and longing
crazy and crafty
scentual and sightful
playful and pranking
guru and gonzo
singing and songing
listening and lightness
softing and sensual
tender and tinder
laughter and limitless
insight and winsight

tell me,
what poetry would you
put in your bank?
On the notion of money in the bank, I wondered if he world would be different if we paid each other in poetry.  What do you think?
james nordlund May 2019
In which doings and not doings

Are done or aren't,

Brings life and light to them,

Or it doesn't.
Written in '85.  No, I'm not ms manners.  Thanx for reading and commenting   :)   reality
Zywa May 2019
I stroll, an insight

happens to fall at my feet --


I turn around it.
Poem "Iets speelt zich boven je af" ("Something is happening above you", 2004, Paul Janssen)

Collection "Chance"
james nordlund Apr 2019
Betwixt words, lines,

Poetry's music fathoms

The depths of our heart,

The heights of our intellect

And imagination,

Breadth of our spirit,

Well of our soul,

Alluding to the unknown,

Saliently.  For, the muse

But whispers, silently,

Moving in mysterious ways.

Painting's music?

Inexpressible and felt,

Unknowable and experienced,

Of echoing images, silences.

Even the shadow

Speaks of the light.
This is version two   :)   reality
james nordlund Apr 2019
Neither do I embrace.

Rather, the struggle well run,

Which uplifts us uncrowned,

Every moment humans race!
At 16 I postulated that the bi-headed (now RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler), bi-polar axi of worldly suppossed power (republican, capitalist, notsee, materialists/communist, socialist, totalitarian materialists) were like the opposing two sides of a coin (surrealistically like mirrored images), running towards each other; in terms of supposedly fighting, supposedly diametrically opposed, and as they proceeded the coin, Earth, humanity, etc., continually disappeared, etc.- and when they reached each other, humanity would be extinct, the Earth possibly destroyed.  That was 43 years ago and after the 2016 election, Russia's hacking, buying, social media manipulating of it to install RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler into the Blackhouse and the subsequent heir Mueller (because he was head of the FBI and part of the republican elite who, along with king george and his ****, cheney, purposely didn't prevent the attacks on 9-11-01, and the report that followed it, which was also a cover-up) report, which is a sophisticated cover-up, notseeism, also Nancy 'Chamberlain' Pelosi's desires not to impeach, totalitarianism, as well as the Gov't not actually trying to stop Russia's shenanigans for the republican conspiracy and the global oligarchy; that global big 'fix', seemingly, permanently 'in', ending actual elections in the united **** of assassins- is the actual extinction of humanity and large mammals, if not the total destruction of the Earth, in a con, or coined, if you'll allow.   reality
Dipesh Apr 2019
Hey you, yes you! , 
Look into my eyes, 
You are my prey,
And I'm your death, hi.
Not so soon, death,
Please let my soul reside, 
I won't waste time, 
I'll love you till I die.
You had your chance man, 
We have to go, tonight, 
Your time is lost,
Your life is now mine. 


What would you do if you were to die tonight? , 
When death would kiss your lips, 
and **** your soul and fly.
Don't say you'd browse more IG or watch TV, smile, 
That is not you speaking, that is your laziness, *sigh.
Lae Mar 2019
Under the light of the moon, i stare at the stars, wondering if i could be one of them if i died- if i could be immortal. If I could live up as someone who was looked upon- someone who was aware of my existence. It's such a calm night, hearing my favorite songs playing and the curtains swaying by the wind.

It somehow feels magical- like a hidden power. The moon sees me whenever i'm not around a lot of people- sometimes, i think the moon knows all my secrets. I stare at it and wonder if you're looking at it too. I hope you do. I really hope you do.

My love for you is like of an asymptote- a line waiting to be intersected, hoping to be a red string brought by fate.

I wish we could  happen- but we can't, because you didn't know... and i couldn't tell you.

So under the light of the moon- i hoped alot. We couldn't happen but it's not yet the end.

We were under the same sky atleast.. That's what I needed, and that's what we will ever be.

So I hope you remember me, not just that someone who walked past you, the one you caught staring at you, and the one you were really annoyed to... because if you only knew..



Your happiness was mine too.

It wasn't an underestatement. Those three words were not enough to explain how i felt for you. Nobody knew.

So if ever you looked up at the midnight sky- I hope you think of me, not just that someone who would creep behind just to catch a glimpse of you..







                . . . . but as the girl who would have given the world to know.
Annie Feb 2019
All of my thoughts are melting
Inside my mind into a lake of dreams
In which I only see reflections
Of thou and all of thy belief

I cannot touch thy picture clear
Or grasp beneath the surface
Unless I blight or chase away
All what thou hold and bear

I can't do anything but listen
For any silent sound
Watch every detail of expression
And stay on trusted, solid ground

Unless when every light but thy
Vanishes before my eye
I see you everywhere but here
And search for thy embrace
That I can only find inside
The mere of thoughts inside my mind
I take a dive, I fall asleep
And search thou in my dreams
Inside a long forgotten place
Of inner peace and faith

I take thy hand
I hear thy voice
Until I understand
About a young man, understanding his faith and connection to his god in a dream. (Fictional)
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