From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.
Copyright © Torian Lockett
Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries. I dedicate this to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures and then silently steeped away into the twilight of their lives without a ray of expectation in any form.)celebrate 25th april 2012 ,60th anniversary.
You make yourself graciously present from the beginning or start,
to align processes and routines you pour out your big heart.
No words or action suffice to thank you enough,
You stand by and support through thick and thin when times get real rough.
Your tips, guidance opinion and advice,
are of utmost importance and cannot be gauged by monetary price.
You can never be thanked enough,
You really help mould your superiors and aid them to take on situations that are all rough.
To work without you is sure as hell,
In circles of times round and round without progress will superiors dwell.
To work with you is a real pleasure,
Your honed competencies, skills and ways of problem solving are a treasure.
You simply slice the ropes (lengthy time wasting procedures) that curtail us,
You battle the winds of change and interruptions for us to be in time to catch destiny’s bus.
In the hustle and bustle of daily chores and routines,
You execute work with precision by all means.
In stormy weather you stand by with great strength for all to see,
And when the chips are down you stand tall deep rooted like a tree.
Your kind heart and beautiful mind is a combination rare,
Every time we saunter or amble to our cabins you are there with a smile filled with care.
We really appreciate your kind and generous ways,
The order you bring with your overpowering yells and disciplinary displays.
You are always there to be a part of a team,
And back up everything to bring about into existence everyone’s “dream”.
You come to my mind when I think of sharing,
You come to my mind when I think of appreciating
You come to my mind when I think of giving
You come to my mind when I think of forgiving
On this occasion would like to thank you once more,
For all the things you have done and said open hearted and galore.
Thank you so much for supporting and being a beacon of light,
And it’s because of people like you many Executive futures have been made bright……..
Copyright © sashi prabhu
Waves of anticipated distance- cheerfulness and goodwill
reasons to part quite enormous
reflected in displayed emotions
long hugs, passionate waves, incomplete smiles and contact exchanges.
Queues and checkpoints, controls and duty free sales
all activities winding up in a goodbye
From the departure lounge, mothers with their kids walk
fathers with uptight faces already anticipating the next business moves
children in mental freedom roam and play
singles, so direct in focus to the flight entry’s aisle
unfortunately it’ll be an irreversible one
and an exit with a permanent stamp.
A calamity not even the tenders of coincidence anticipated
a disaster totally human in occurrence
forcing the Germanwings to get broken
by a hand unwilling to perish alone.
Exposure wasn’t enough to nurture a sense of humanity
education was weak to pump water on a soil of love
a hundred and fifty lives given to hades
without cause or reason, just on a platter of Gold
a well calculated crime beats the justification of a psychiatric malfunction
resulting to an all-lose situation
broken wings, lost lives and broken hearts
as once again, history stands still in black robes
for us all to say
goodbye our friends and adieu to our beloved children
Copyright © Funom Makama
TO A ROSE
What colour will you deliver today
On this such a beautiful day?
Wondering what fragrance I shall smell
Only you magnificent presence can tell;
What will the bouquet be
If I have the privilege to see?
When others join in
You’ll blossom into a group
Inducing my thoughts subliminally
To create a splendid coup.
Oh Rose the magnanimous
The hearts in love find momentous;
Playing part in romantic bondage
In love making you’ll engage;
You are the symbol of love
Of humans and the Lord above;
Ladies melt at your presence
Whether adults or adolescence.
Also a symbol of guilts and betrayals
Unfaithfulness cover by scented petals;
Hypocrite sometimes you are
Sometimes your beauty goes to far;
In beauty the malice hides away
Causing the guilty, being guiltier going astray.
In your grace your are vicious
Thorns prick deeply wounds so malicious.
Do you think our naivety won’t realise
Do you know one your charm we shall despise?
Yet as I am filled with human desire
To be confined in grave or liberated by fire
You’ll be there at my funeral
The last gesture of my portrayal.
No lilies, no poppies, no wreaths
All I want is your dainty presence
So in darkness I wait patiently
To make God’s acquaintance.
Copyright © Alfred Vassallo
Sleep till another day
For another sunny god
Sleep sleep sleep
Find your own peace
Your black midget maid
Your sandwich is on
The dirty blood
Was washed away
They brushed your hair
For the love of god
For the mother mary love
They already put a spell
The holy sky
Will save your heart
So please try to sleep
Copyright © Mystified Story
I do not know?
=Ode to Sir Paul Reeves
What a magnificent servant you were
And serving Man in plight
Nothing but your quite demeanour
To disarm the most cantankerous and disagreeable alike
You served the Church
You served the public
You live to serve and thought nothing of it
Now your bright spark has vanquished
And only a memory of you remain
Recalling what you have done
Have destined you for fame
We who remain are lessened by your absence
Salute you and your deeds
That we take heed of your lessons
So farewell dear friend and think of us fondly
As you reside in your heavenly abode
While we below find something to fill the hole.=
Copyright © silafit silafit
A heavy beast,
a ton of beautiful fur,
wet from the morning due,
patches of white light
reflecting from the fur,
patches of brilliant light
that shone and danced,
upon a creature
who struggled to breath,
who's every step forward
was a brave act of defiance,
who's eyes could not betray
fear and pain,
but who's heart
was too strong and
too proud to quit without a fight,
in the clearing
vultures landed to stare,
prairie dogs gathered in rows,
not waiting for there chance
but in awe they watched,
this magnificent creatures,
defiant swan song
and you could swear the wind
was no longer howling but singing
and that the chirping of the birds
had joined in chorus,
for just that one moment
the world took notice
and joined in honouring
the last moments
of a creature of such beauty,
such defiant sad beauty.
Copyright © Oliver Gould