Florence - Future Flowering Flows
FUTURE FLOWERING FLOWS FLORENCE
Future Flowering Flows. Fiery Faith Follows From Force, Final Freedom Fancies
Future Life Of Rich Enchantment Now Channels Energy
Flowering Like One Rose, Eternal. Novel Creative Experience
Flows Liquidly Onwards, Retinting Endless Nuances, Changing Ever.
Fiery Lights Overtly Reflect, Echo Nature’s Climax, Endorsing
Faith. Letters, Ordered Rationnally, Entwine Name, Combine. Each
Follows, Leaps Over, Resistance. Exhuberance, Neatly Coloured, Extracts
From Lines Of Reason Emotions Noble. Control Enhances
Force Lightly Or Rarely, - Encouraging Never Constraints Excessive.
Final Links Offer Renaissance. Each Neurone Consciously Explores
Freedom, Lifting Out Restrictions, Eliminating Noise. Closely Examined,
First Levels, Once Reread, Engender New Chance Expressions.
Fancy’s Leaves Open, Revelation Enraptures. Nirvana, Culminating Ecstasy...
Acrostic Florence
21 June 1995
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Past Unlocks Future
Past Unlocks Future
Past unlocks Future
The birds fly in the sky
the water flows down the valley
The mountains open wide
Nature feels free
the trees are green
The ocean is clear and blue
Nature feels free
I have no fear for my pass will be free
Love and faith is what it takes
Through the caring and touch of God I'll make my way
nature becomes free
in Jesus name my future is free
thanks to God past is gone and forgotten
poem by Gregory PierreJerome
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Downhill Path
Life is never a flowering tree and a hurricane snatched some brutality away-
In one sense of the word freedom would rule and
In another, I can only see the rain. I foresee no future-
Only dandelions grow all summer long and
Leaves fall from the maple trees as autumn sets in.
I grew up in a home in which
I often believed I was living in purgatory-
Far away from stars in the sky, although overshadowed by clouds-
The sun always rose at dawn.
Today rain falls upon the essence of time and
I can feel the heat of the brushfires in hell below me
Searing the road I am trying to walk- all uphill with no direction-
I have yet to find my place in this world, in other words, reality-
It hardly matters because behind me exists a downhill path upon
Which I can turn back and walk back upon to the world of my thoughts;
Life has never been a flowering tree and although rain has been said to
Nourish trees and make them grow- fog is dense and I am locked inside
A chamber of madness where the only sounds I can hear and see are
Monstrous beings and voices that cannot be seen or heard by anyone else-
I would pick a bouquet of dandelions in the summer if I believed that
As a gift they could bring joy to somebody- but flowers die soon after they are
Plucked from their mother stems and when all of the flowers have been picked,
All I can see is rolling hills of grass, that is when cloud cover and fog
Become too impenetrable for me to foresee any destiny?
I often wonder if the stars so many speak of truly exist-
If they do so exist, they are many light years away-
Rain is pouring and I can hear the wind, as I walk down that hill where
The world of my fantasies awaits me- there I can find some freedom ruling.
Inside the world of my reverie I cannot fathom what the future holds-
This gives me hope that there is a chance I may someday sit peacefully
Beneath a flowering tree- at dusk looking up towards the sky seeing the stars, and
As past memories dissolve into nothingness and my future remains a mystery to me-
I shall just keep on watching the rain falling- but I am not without hope, as for
Some reason- I know that there is always an end to rain, I have created a world for myself,
And I am certain that the sun shall rise again- even after all of the flowers are gone…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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My beautiful flowering trees
My beautiful flowering trees
One day I shall buy some land
Plant countless seeds
And watch them grow
Into beautiful flowering trees
A cool breeze
Will bring me
Sweet fragrances
From a thousand flowering trees
I shall listen
To the songs
From birds perched
In the tall flowering trees
I shall play
With my children and theirs
In the vast expanse of green
Amongst beautiful flowering trees
One day I shall rest
Passing into oblivion
My ashes scattered
Amidst the beautiful flowering trees
by Ash (Rishi's Dad)
poem by Rishi Menon
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Faith is an axiom
Faith is an axiom which is beyond proof.
Faith is a self-evident fact, a conviction, a belief which exists without a reason.
You put it to test, you fail. You cannot show the faith but you can certainly have one.
Hence, it is said to always “have faith” or to “keep faith”.
The more faith you have, the more hopes grow. The more hopes grow, the more optimism flows. The more optimism flows, the more confidence grows........so.....
Have faith in goodness and the good will soon follow.
Have faith in abundance and the riches will soon follow.
poem by Meetika Srivastava
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No reason
There's nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to wait.
No reason to cry.
All that's left is hope and faith.
Towards a better future is where it awaits.
There's no reason to stay and fight.
No reason to think every thing's alright.
My world right now is like my soul
drenched in rain it feels so old.
During the day I may be fine.
By night I break.I try to deal and be okay for my families' sake.
It doesn't work as well as I'd like.
I wanna leave Florence and get out of sight.
Until I can be happy, and find a reason to live
I feel I have nothing to give.
poem by Heather Noble
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Love, Hope, and Faith
We live tomorrow
the dreams of today
Our hopes of the future
gives us faith along the way
Love is the river
of this wakened state
Its never out of time
its never too late
It gives us life
as it flows through our lives
It tears through confusion
loneliness and strife
Love cuts a clear path
through the test of time
You can see where it has been
and watch it unwind
Free as a river
that you can’t control
You can’t even say
where it might flow
Hope is a power
that cant be taken away
It can pull you through
even the toughest of days
Hope can keep you going
when everything else fails
It keeps you company
on the loneliest of trails
Faith is ever daring
in the face of defeat
It can bring you courage
that nothing can beat
Faith is never doubting
in yourself or your beliefs
Holding on to what you know
when content is just a dream
Faith can give you strength
to face what the future brings
Combined with hope and love
you only need the three of these
Love is like a River
Hope is like a dream
Faith is just believing
with nothing to be seen
So dream of tomorrow
and love for today
Hope with all your heart
Let faith show you the way
poem by Rusty Gibson
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Future Babies
A flower stands erect upon the stem.
Odd:
It bears the naked flesh of many men –
Pulsing, writhing, arteries humming;
Androgenic fluids chase their channels
To the ground, caking at a mound
Of naked girls, who pout in doubt and
Hurl their rabid glares from eyes
That catch the light of want
And desperation.
Sighs:
They know the separation
Stays their open legs
From bursting cocks.
Masturbation of the mind
Is all they need –
They’re in the docks of
Fate:
The evil Overpopulation’s out to feed
Their thund’rous urge to procreate!
Forget the conjugation, just for once?
Bag the bulbous tits in bras.
I know they want the tongue on c*nts;
But focus! Where’s the room to live?
And think about the future babies.
THINK:
You know they won’t forgive
Your selfish drive to suck, to shag.
The Dying Age of Man will drag
Him down to disappear.
So keep the girls away from sperm –
Don’t let the men up there!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, where?
Future future future future future future,
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, HERE!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Brahma Winks
Modest maiden bashful blinks.
Blushing beauty cream the rose
regrets for envy's icy snows
cannot compete with light that links
across time lines as life-force flows
to ransom Time while Brahma winks...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Is This The Future? !
When i think about the future,
I do ask myself whether i can make it big!
But a voice came me saying, ' St.Louis, you will make it'.
So i have my faith towards this dream.
Is this the future? !
Yes, the future is really here with us;
And the future lies in our own hands.
To be rich and famous,
To be bright and glorious,
Let your faith be strong always towards your dreams.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Universal Freedom Is......
Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.
Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.
Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.
Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.
Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.
Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.
Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.
Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.
Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.
Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.
Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.
poem by George Krokos
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Where The River Flows
Music : rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
Under suburban skies
Where life is bleeding
Where concrete skies are grey
Theres plenty of room for dreaming
I still keep coming here
Follow those traces
I travel back in time
Remember all those places
Feels like I never left
The houses still standing
Down by the river where
The dreams are never ending
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Under the silent moon
This industrial city
Is heartland even though
Lifes been not that pretty
I still keep coming here
To that old river
To find my roots just where
The future lives forever
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me, you can find me
By the river where dreams will never die
By the river under suburban skies
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
By the river where dreams have never died
By the river I look through childrens eyes
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Laurustinus
Fair tree of winter! fresh and flowering,
When all around is dead and dry;
Whose ruby buds, though storms are louring,
Spread their white blossoms to the sky.
Green are thy leaves, more purely green
Through every changing period seen;
And when the gaudy months are past,
Thy loveliest season is the last.
Be thou an emblem - thus unfolding
The history of that maiden's mind,
Whose eye, these humble lines beholding,
In them her future lot may find:
Through life's mutations may she be
A modest evergreen like thee;
Though bless'd in youth, in age more bless'd,
Still be her latest days the best.
poem by James Montgomery
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Leaving Me Behind
The tramp moves on to the end of the street
I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
For some theres a future to find
But I think theyre leaving me behind.
The world humes on at its breakneck pace
People fly in their lifelong race
For them theres a future to find
But I think theyre leaving me behind.
The chances they come, but the chances have been lost
Success can be gained, but at too great a cost
For some theres a future to find
But I think theyre leaving me behind.
The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree
The rain flows by and moves to the sea
For them theres a future to find
But I think theyre leaving me behind.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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River Feeling
River feeling is
As simple as
Closing your eyes
For a moment.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
As smooth as
Everything after
The first step.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
easy as forgetting
Walking boots.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
nice as
iron ties
Coming off.
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything is good and flows
like river
poem by Julian Mann
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Greeting Us With A New Surprise
After the March winds
we have the April rain.
Now in May we watch
the pretty flows grow.
June, July and August
are the flowering seasons
at the height of the noonday’s sun.
September brings the autumn leaves
near the closing of the year.
October seems to bear all
as the autumn leaves begin to fall.
November brings a chill
to every living thing
announcing winter is on its way.
December’s snow blankets
the hard frozen ground.
January brings in a new year
to February’s valentines.
And so each moth rolls by,
each greeting us with a new surprise.
23-24 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Straws
STRAWS
Straws sometimes break the camel's back -
Intent or accident, who knows?
Beyond the pale none may job back, -
Yet who resists his inner woes?
Life's seldom seen as white or black,
Life needs nuances, change of clothes,
Expressed emotions' open flows.
18 November 2001
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acrostic SIBYLLE Poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Besides
When I look inside the lines
When I look beside the black and white
You put my world in color
You’ve painted me a picture of my life
With laughs, and love, and you
When I look inside your eyes
I feel your pain
I feel your love
I see my future with you
When I look beyond the sea
When I look inside the dunes
You make me fly, high above the water
You’ve opened up a passage of my life
With tears, and pain, and you
When I look inside the sea
I see how deep you are
I see the waves of your past
I see my future with you
When I look up in the skies
When I see through the clouds
I soar beyond all belief into the heavens and above
You’ve given me faith and hope for all the world
When I look to the stars
I see your faith
I see your dreams
I see my future with you
When I look at you
When I see your soul
We become one
You’ve given my life the colors, the passage, and the faith and hope I need
When I look to you
I have no more fears
I have no more troubles
And I see my future with you for now and forever
poem by Isabella Epona
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Our Swiftest Speed
OUR SWIFTEST SPEED
Our swiftest speed shall seed rebirth rich which
Untangles present woes, flows, grows and glows
Responding to united aims grand, sows
Shared understanding, sings of wings which hitch
WInds' destiny beyond lock, gate, or ditch.
Far stars draw near, what seemed dream now we know
That harmony grey clouds dissolves, may show
Each reach extends, heartwrending trends mends. Rich
STream forward surges, wards off cares, hands stitch
Seamless serendipity, shall show
Place, time, need, feed no meaning, Cupid's bow
Empathy bestows that spurns sales' pitch.
Enchantment links [s]he thinks to ink delight,
Desire's twinned fires unite for future flight
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The perception of the future
The perception of what is in the now,
Leaves us wondering, about the future;
The perception of an imagined future,
Coloured with our hopes, our longing and fears,
Often haunts us, unrealized.
Between the now and the future,
Lies a meandering path,
Through meadows and mountains,
Over a shadowy gorge where,
Tenuously hangs, a narrow bridge swaying.
We walk on, sometimes with eyes that refuse to see,
Scared of slipping,
Unnerved by strong winds,
Desperately holding the thin ropes,
Holding us aloft the yawning netherworld of our fears.
Gingerly stepping ahead on this path,
Chosen, as it leads to the future,
Where the mountains and its paths,
Melt into unceasing togetherness,
Of the sun and the sea.
Where all the elements,
Fire, earth, water and air, combine in the aether,
So too will our now and our future merge,
In a continuum of light, as we dissolve,
Only to be formed again, in the eternal circle of life.
poem by Anita Atina
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Flowering (Ae freslighe)
Flowering trees stand shaking
as in their branches birds play,
in the morn I am waking
to a sunny kind of day.
It is during times of spring
in nature, I want to stay
to see the flowers rising
before the sun sneaks away.
The blooming does love display;
in this time there is something
that takes all your cares away
when all blossoms are flowering.
poem by Gert Strydom
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