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I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,- -that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
January 1912, Mzansi brought forth a child
In a harsh political climate
Destined to free her people
Bound to cruel Fate
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
The story's told
Of long ago
About a statue
With a head of gold
He was selected
From among the finest
Of all men
To carry the loads
In Köhln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, 'Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past and the future, for happiness is naught but the moment.'
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.
When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.
'I have no power to change you
or explain your ways
Never believe a man can change a woman
Those men are pretenders
~ Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~
[‘Power is the great aphrodisiac' ~ Henry Kissinger*]
'Come and hire me,' I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, 'I will hire you with my power.'
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.
Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look
for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,
and let our kisses touch there, one by one,
till the flower, disembodied, rises again.
'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!
Life is in them, and death. A word can send
The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek.
Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn
Where to go for complaint?
When king becomes blind and turn saint?
When kingdom is handed over to wolves
Whole mystery surrounds and treachery involves
A Planted Life—diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
And in this way power is not of the one but of the All and from this All equally distributed is of the One - too
Thus Power will never be of one over the other one way, but two-way that is you have power over me and I have power over you and will strike back if you strike me.
knowledge is a impact power
the impact of a power is a impact of knowledge
the mighty is the impact of the mighty
a mighty impact is a mighty knowledge
Do you love God, do you seek God, do you pray every day?
Do you have any clue, what to your Lord you say?
Where is God, do you know? Where does He live?
From Oblivion: To die is powered!
as To live is genuine power,
custody of potency speaks…
This is what I have been structured
the power is the
the power is the superhuman,
sense of ability
Power of politician
Power of reformer
My Savior, Amida Buddha
author notes: my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words, words liked gracious, extravaganza, etc… this poem is about a skill is a skilled man power. i don't add capitalization's on my writing.
the 20th century is the man power of the 20th century
the 20th century is the stool of the 20th century
Power, sheer power
Don't be at ease
Power is not at the hour
What we think it is.
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