Riding in the plane
Above the clouds
So beautiful so powerful
Imagining about angels
Where they live everyday?
The white thick clouds melting
Ascend from heaven
It felts scary to think
When we fall from heaven
The tears of Goddess
The smile of angels
The presence of white horse
In the play ground of heaven
Amen
Now it is time we sat down for supper
and manage the distance we will cover
before learnt fellows bite our dead soma
with foolish teeth borrowed from myxoma.
Nobody is happy at this table
I wait for the first step to be stable.
You have named your daughter Sappho
you have named the hills with halo.
We take the next walk to a room
fed with different hues about blume
its chaining unbridled powers
bring the central motif in hours.
What do I wish for my wild heart?
In this trail is the finest art.
That is why I am almost there
With Lydian lyre and lore, or more
Cher sings her effectuated soul,
Discerning hearts excite the whole.
I will not repeat myself in a song
Or among rumbles, crinkles, or prolong
My Tuesday remaining mostly cloudy
I am wet beyond pants and a hoodie
I give anyone the ear from the stage
Because I cannot tell which path is phage
Immortal shadow
That will not show how
It will be erased
I crush and persuade
Myself around here
Having you my dear
A daylight will stay with us from on high
And mailings will be reviewed when I sigh
Among bleeding cacti within the fence
After we are engaged in a pretence
Here I, reversal permeability
Reduced to wearing only this vittae
I see positive in my circumstances
under no roof or no security
shelves packed with uncertainties and cranses
to uplift my soul from any puredee
I begin a long list from Able Street
and better to be successful failure
to monitor tasks, adding slices of beet
than living inside that golden chamber
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I can't swear that you will cry,
Everything is known, yet look, we both walk with a gentle smile.
I don't know what people are searching for, a Ram, a Rahim, and a Supreme Being.
What is this story of theirs that they consider true, clinging to it with their soul?
Even after death, they continue to connect their relationships with it.
Children are the destination, so progeny is the reckoning,
The taste of deeds, bonds, likes and dislikes is also unique.
Everyone has to travel the entire country.
Worry thought it would end on the pyre,
From there, another worry burned.
Say, "Ram's name is the truth," there is infinity in the words.
Therefore: They are ignorant of this game, where truth is in the name of Ram, and death is also in the name of Ram. All are Lakshman, the goal is salvation (Moksha), keep playing...
**RAMAYANA**
With love to all,
OM namah shivaya
OM Jagdish bajantri (mhabharamnad)
What can we do with hearts weighed down by grief?
Let’s not spread our anger, seeking no relief.
After all, we leave this world in the end,
We leave, turning to dust, where all paths bend.
I ponder deeply.
What do I give to this fleeting life?
Why do I write poetry every day, with such strife?
It’s not a medicine sold in a pharmacy,
Yet often, poetry heals—
Poetry is the remedy!
Without poetry, what song would fill your heart?
When sorrow has engulfed the world in every part?
When a beautiful tune rises in an evening's glow,
Suddenly, your surroundings light up and grow!
It stirs honor and shame from slumber’s hold,
Noble thoughts flow like springs of pure gold.
Cradling the Earth in its rocking embrace,
For me, Poetry alone gives life its grace!
Nesting and fabrication might lead to
the breakthrough most wish to
achieve.
It's much more than a marvel:
and less
speculative
then other could believe.
Confinements properties,Chheaper
and more frequent reproductive cycles.
Fields of fusion science and it's
challenges
will meet the must achieve status
The positronic net a field of
sophisticated sentiencing.
Comutationing and figurance.
Generative design.
Written by
Archemedes Primious
2024-2025
Under development
Azeur Seme fleur-de-lis, Spencer's chivalry.
Within my soul my hearts sings sonneting
Of Raleigh Medieval poetry, I set sail the seven seas ;
Tis the dance of a B Minor melodic symphony,
The horizon of an adventure awakens in me
Oh how sweet an anthropology gently upon my Ebony and Ivory ,
Azure Seme fleur-de-lis heralds our welcome home
Within my soul I draw near to land ;
Every note my diaries quill penned
Ne er will my adoration fail your fair hand
And the Sun riseth once again upon our welcome home
Oh how sweet an anthropology gently sings in harmony
Azeur Seme fleur-de-lis harks the Angelic symphony;
Sings my heart and my soul together in sychronicity.
The Mallard Mimic
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic with
a slight touch
of anchovy
on top of a bed of puff pastry
served with
a garlic parmesan roasted
asparagus dish
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with a side of
maple pecan
butternut squash
Medallion
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with a buttery eggnog
yeast roll
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One would
crumble pork rinds
and truffle zest
add grated cheese
and sprinkle it across the top
and serve with
Malbec!
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So say's the Myth!
.
Not mine diddy
Yet
Waits on mine
tuh cause mine
snug
I vision her
When i rise
Rehears'n linez
'fore her come
to my
Cauze so
i flutter
through mine
dayz
*This muse iz in respect and admiration
for my HUP Registered Nurse who has
been caring for mine ill pneuma, thus
far, for the last 6dayz, duh'aze.
Jehovah God Almighty blessed me, and
now i can't write about her dang beauty ')
Her purty name..'Tanya' ,)
There is nothing on this earth
That makes my life worth
Than the sunshine of a beautiful smile
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