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Details | Quatrain | |

Heritage

The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.

This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.

The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.

A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.

Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.

The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.

At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.

I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.

The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.


Details | Free verse | |

Grand Canyon

Some people are voices
On the edge of rocks
With steep slopes and cliffs.
Some people are echoes
At the bottom of walls
Carved by rushing waters.


Details | Couplet | |

Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd


                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun


                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry


                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat


                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers


                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                      
                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates


                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

 
                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues








Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet


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Enough For All

ENOUGH FOR ALL 
by Wordancer

All the species of this world, whether mammal, fish or bird
Are provided with their food, whatever their taste
Each created for the other,
When the offspring leaves the mother
There is all the food that’s needed without waste.

The ants will feed the lizard, and in turn, it feeds the Hawk 
The flies they feed the spiders, then the frogs.
The amphibian feeds the snake 
Which the Kookaburras take 
And in time, they all feed ants inside the logs.

The logs fall from mighty trees that house and feed the tiny bees
that fertilize the plants we use as foods.
With rain and sun the crops will flourish
And when harvested, they can nourish
All the peoples in the world, if we so choose

Foods for all the nations are here in God’s Creations,
Glorious is the spirit that’s big enough to care.
Food goes where it’s needed
If our sight is not impeded 
Or we keep it for ourselves when there’s enough for all to share.

In this world of ours we’re brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,
We’re all related by living on this earth.
Whatever we do tomorrow
Can bring happiness or sorrow
Today is when we work out what it’s worth.


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Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


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BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | Ballad | |

Spring

Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.


Details | Free verse | |

the flying monkey

there once was a flying monkey who didn't know what to eat.  so he ate the old scraggly poop hanging from his butthole.  His friends thought he was weird but i didnt. i do that all the time.  it tastes good.


Details | Haiku | |

' Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries



                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

                        MoonBee


Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things


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A Political Person

A person who feels about others
And speaks on their circumstances
And offers a better suggesions 
To improve the damped system
To add fundamentalistic solutions
To delete opportunism aspects
To develop everyone’s share
To approach everyone’s contribution
To maintain progress and prosperity
To build a civil agenda to enjoy
Without any prejudice barrier 
For our human dignity and regard
To differenciate humanism and animalism
To learn about patience and respect
To discuss a topic of learning
A natural behaviour and sophisticated
Developing approaches at same time
To recover the positive and negativeness
To establish distinctions of values
To identify a usefull and useless motives
To live with peace and satisfaction
To encourage further preparations
To secure and safe future
For beyond from newborn buddies
To provide good tools to develop
To understand a constructive problems
To dissolve wastage of recycling
To save extra energy for dangers
To refine pregressive thoughts 
To share his doubts and gains
For a better carriage
Is known as a political person?
How do you feel to listen others?
Satisfaction is a matter for all.


Details | Fibonacci | |

A golden rule

Why                                                                                                                there's                           							                                 is a God                                                                                                             Proportions                                                                                                    divine hand spirals.                                                                                                  He's shaping patterns not chaos.                                                                                    Artwork pleasing to the eye the golden rectangle.                                                     Clearly seen by His creation check your double helix in every cell. Not theory


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


Details | I do not know? | |

Among Elk

Up before dawn, a feeling has drawn 
You into the mountain and trees.
Till the silence within, upon the whispering wind
A chime of bugles tease the breeze.
That majestic call, that is heard each fall
Since before our forefathers birth
And for those who take time, through rim rocks and pine
Listen and value their worth.

Each note high and low as each bugle ballad goes,
No two ever the same
They are all unique and if a chance to critique
Upon our hearts they claim.
We are put into state and can hardly wait
For the dawn of the upcoming morn
To glimpse hoof print in stride or a patch of hide
Or a tip of antler horn.
Just out of reach, lessons he’ll teach to those who play the game,
The tension and pull of a phantom bull, a soul never to tame.
While waiting and yearning, eyes straining, ears burning, 
Ringing till you can’t hear a thing,
To early to late, can’t hardly wait,
Patience like a bee sting.

Like a ghost in the night they filter through site
They tease and bugle and  brag,
As tell tale sign, weave and wind
Through timber, rocks and crags
Where a sapling tree, used to be
Now a twig broke scarred and torn
Velvet left there and shed of hair 
To tell the rut has been born.
Strong elk scent, down wind is sent
 From their bedded layer    
They are up once again and start to transcend 
 Letting us know they were there.
A little to late can change a state
Hopes almost fell,
But all rise again when a bugle begins
For among elk, we dwell.


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The Apple Don't Fall Far From The Tree

<                                          amidst .... apple tree
                                        black bear .... pounces limb
                                              cubs wait .... below









Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All
                                            


Details | Rhyme | |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Tanka | |

What A Beauty

<                                    beneath swollen ..... moon
                                      in pasture of...... rolling hills
                                      standing  ....hind quarters
                                      a beautiful black ...... stallion
                                      simply took my breath ........ away






Entry For
Rick Parise's 
A Memory Of Beauty
Tanka Contest
G.L. All
                                      


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Instilled With This

Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern
Found on ground ripened apple’s bitter juice
Digging in gluttony without discern
Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce

Climb from trunk to branches long journey true
Building without rest to sleep in cocoon
While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew
Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon  


Details | Narrative | |

The Bad King

Ana Cecilia Callejas 

Rodrigo Perez Gavilan

The Bad King 

“Lexer” was a lion who was the King of the entire animal kingdom, during his reign all the animals lived in complete harmony, they were all happy and graceful, and Lexer takes care of them and protects them. One day “Lexer” and his wife had an adorable baby lion that was named “Dylan” as he grew up Lexer teached him a lot of things since he was going to be the heir of the animal kingdom. Dylan also made a lot of friends but his best friend was Jim. Dylan and Jim spend almost all the days together, as the time passed Jim started to hang out with the Rhinos, which were the bad ones of the kingdom. Jim turned into a bad lion and started to incite Dylan to make bad things and he became also a bad lion. One day lexer got very sick and a few days later he passed away so Dylan became the king. All the animals were very sad because they loved Lexer he has been so far the best ruler of the animal kingdom. Time passed and Dylan forgot all the good things his father taught him and started to become a bad lion and a bad king. Influenced by Jim and the Rhinos that were friends with Jim Dylan started to do bad things. He put animals to fight between each other just for their amusement and had some of the animals as slaves just to be his servants, he also ordered other animals to kill so he can eat and have feasts, and this caused a lot of panic in the entire animal kingdom. Dylan mother tried to make him reconsider and change, to do all the good things his father taught him for him to be a good king but Dylan just became worse. All this caused that the animals lost his confidence towards the king and started to live just with the ones of their own kind and also began to fight with all the other animals to survive. This caused that the world became a bad place and since that moment the harmony did not existed anymore and the animals had to take care on their own.
Moral of the fable: if you are a good person and you have good values don’t let anyone to influence you and change the way you are.


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Blossom {Haiku / Tanka / Haiku }

<                                      red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
                                        rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers 
                                        harvest .......  happiness


                                        the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
                                        speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
                                        time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
                                        for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
                                        and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down


                                       braided ~ and ..... despaired
                                       yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
                                       fall ~ colours .....  blossom



Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
G.L. All


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


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How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.


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4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


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Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


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Orchids

Fairy bells, Pink fingers
Jewel or King of kings
In the tropics where we linger
Amoung many marvelled things

We admire life on trees and rocks
But the clay of the earth is our attire.
Take us home, in a vase by your clock
Just to let our beauty transpire

We are one of the main sources to
Nourish and concieve the flavour vanilla
If next you bake a cake or two
let our arome drift through your villa

In the Rainforest admire us edge to edge
In all our colours of delicate beauty
Or when you compete you have our pledge
To be your prize, it's just one duty

Large our family values
We can cost you quite alot
Earth will sieze to argue
With it's most enchanting natural plot


Details | Shape | |

O h i o

*OHIO*     O     O     OHIO     *OHIO*
 H     H      H     H         !         H     H
 I      I       I---- I         !          I      I
*OHIO*    O     O      OHIO    *OHIO*


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


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Ohio


                ___________   _________
               /ohio ohio ohio) (ohio ohio/
              !ohio ohio   ohio( ohio ohio/
             /ohio  ohio   ohio# ohio //
               !ohio ohio  ohio# ohio//
             /ohio   ohio ohio)  ohio/
            (ohio ohio  ohio ohio)   (
                    -ohio    ohio-


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Mass of golf spills

Earth never be the same
In streams in wetlands
In oceans in depth currents
Even  one cell live 
All  never  be the same

When live detorites in its span
Renewal will has own mishaps


Details | Acrostic | |

I'm Falling For You

<                             Signs of the time
                               Enriched vibrant colors 
                               Painted on minds eye canvass
                               To inscribe it's beauty to another
                               Eventually leaving one in awe
                               Marching in it's parade of showings
                               Begining to end
                               Each and every year
                               Requesting for it's safe return


Entry For Carol Brown's 
Fall Is Around The Corner Contest
I Chose September
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Tanka | |

Your History

<                                 symbolic icon
                           abrupts captivating flight
                                    honoring fallen
                       amidst lined tombstone's marker
                             at historic Fort Snelling



Written By
Katherine Stella  8/8/11

Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's
Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

A Planet In Despair

 
As this planet's caretakers 
Just what have we done 
To our dear mother earth 
For our luxuries and fun 

Torturing and killing 
This celestial body 
Surrounded by stars 
Writhing and rotting 

Poisons poured down 
Atmosphere's throat 
With toxic chemicals 
The planet we soak 

The rapid destruction 
Of the ozone layer 
At the unmerciful hands 
Of nature's true slayer 

The one's who steal 
And live to destroy 
The forests and trees 
And nature's true joys 

Killing the wildlife 
All over the map 
Considered mere beasts 
Yet the savage is man 

We take down their homes 
Without second thought 
We butcher and slaughter 
Vile planet we've wrought 

No, life on this earth 
Is not just our own 
For the taking and raping 
We have done all alone 

We have only created 
A planet in despair 
An earth crying out 
Do we even care? 

Our oceans now filled 
With poisonous oil 
Spilled by the greed 
Of those who toil 

For the very last drop 
Of our liquid gold 
To life in these waters 
Our hearts ever cold 

Often left entirely soaked 
Dripping with damage done 
Those that are left to die 
In oceans of oil and muck 

As the number of animals 
At our ever brutal hands 
Decline and go extinct 
With them diminish our lands 

Each and every single day 
They struggle to survive 
Even the most illiterate 
Can read it in their eyes 

They are the true victims 
Under man's brutal dominion 
Who along with us, pay the price 
The eventual planet's oblivion 

For what man does gain 
With all his luxuries 
Is mother earth destroyed 
The defenseless suffering 

Yes, I am a tad disturbed 
By man as he still covets 
But pay no mind for all I am 
Is a disgruntled, middle-aged poet 


Copyright © 2010 Camille Rose Castillo 



Details | Free verse | |

Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Pair of Glasses

Reflecting back on all the times we felt, that life had done us wrong, The daily struggles, the missing pieces, the days they felt so long. Without the hope inside sometimes, that life could ever change, Until one day, the lightening hit, we felt its stinging pain. Alone we were and full of fear, we sat and sometimes cried. Until we were willing, to let someone in and put aside our pride. “It’s an inside job, but let it all out", we once heard someone say. It’s up to you to make the choice, so start anew today! The daily decision to change our thoughts and all our actions too, Is not an easy task, but we’ll find our bonding glue. Not sure exactly where we’re headed, we just swiftly plod away. Remembering who we want to become, lies in our choices today. If life gets rough, just phone a friend, or take a walk outside. Breathe in fresh air and think good thoughts, and put your cares aside. Just one foot forward is all it takes to get to where He’s calling! The path is outlined for us as we go, He’ll catch you when you’re falling. Tears may come from time to time, and that’s ok, you know. For in our quest for what’s to come, they’ll be sure to help you grow. No pain, no gain we hear, but here’s the best news yet…… We’re promised a life we’d never dreamed that alone we would never get! With the laughter we’ll share, and the friends we will meet, our fears will melt away. Our gratitude for the new life we’re living will shine with each new day. A simple change in attitude will help throughout the years. Life will become like a new pair of glasses, We’ll see laughter through the tears!


Details | Verse | |

A pattern of wisdom,

A person is a child,
If he behaves as a child,
A person is mature,
If he behaves as a wild.

A person is kind,
When his heart is mild,
A person is selfish,
When only benefits he compiled.

A person is honest,
His treatment is fair,
He respects others,
And he believes to care.

A person is rude,
When he is dishonest,
He exploits others,
When he takes rest.

A person is loyal,
When his need is a matter,
A person is critic,
When he can serve better.


Details | Quatern | |

Symbolic Icon's Flight

<                          Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                            Arrow finds it's target's marking
                            blood curling like an volcano's erupt
                            world leader speaks vocal barking


                           Majestic crowns within a reach
                           symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           For there are still own young to teach
                           under feathered wings that are cupped


                           Flightless viewing ones been corrupt
                           captured essance of feathered friend
                           Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           tears traces remain in the end 


                          Those who reach new found milestones
                          keep soaring way on up and up
                          for now I stay chilled to the bone
                          symbolic icon's flight abrupts





Tribute To The Bald Eagle


Also Entry For
DR. Ram's 
Quatern Contest 
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Understand yourself to understand me

I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is 
truly a Tsunami.  God utilizes my time more wisely.
 I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself. 
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to 
understand yourself.


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival


Details | Haiku | |

Eye Of The Tiger

<                                              eye of the tiger
                                            mystical yet beautiful ...
                                            even through monsoon's




Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/30/11

Season Chosen Monsoon

Entry For Charles Henderson's
Very Strict Haiku G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Wolf's Tongue

<                                  wolf tongue speaks at night
                                 search for prey has come to end ...
                                         howling escalates





Written by
Katherine Stella 11/16/11

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku

I Chose The Wolf
My Home State
Is Minnesota
Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R. 
Yikes

G.L. All


Details | Lyric | |

Just Be

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... 
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.





Details | Ghazal | |

God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








Details | Verse | |

CONTROL THE LOVE

Control the love between the two of you,
Or else you 'll be hit by a blow to split off
Your life's heart like an axe.
Stare at each other, tenderly, communicate
With ease, graciously, whisper melodies, sweetly,
But do not let your fingers crisscross so 
That you won't be caught up in each others arms...
"ON THE BED".
Leading to each others thighs that wrought
The sweetest taboo.
So control the love if you must stand above ill manners
As you are not yet wedded.
Don't let it flow without measures or brake
For you might be tied up like stock fish to a bamboo stake,
Ready for the fire... ending you in utter remorse.
Control the love! control the love!! control the love!!!


                                                     CHARLES MELODY
                                               (Lightning Ink).


Details | Blank verse | |

Intelligent Design/Darwin

Tangled thoughts, twisted pretzels,
Floating in the primal soup.
Rotated spiral polyhedrons,
Interlaced by simple threads.
Bound complex rules fuses brew.
Hearty crawling evolutionary stew.
Has anything been known to replicate?
Stack of stuff, millions, billions.
What right is given primordial seas
To have children, offspring, grandkids?
Hundreds of thousands of combinations,
Worked by chance, choice, millennia.
Replication, duplication, deception
Explain it again, I believe
What I have been taught.
Accepting these principles,
Otherwise, what shall I believe?


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !


                                     Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
                                     Polinatators that bite me
                                     Gift biogenic amines
                                     How you make me swell

                                     Yellow belly tarnations
                                     Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
                                     Cursing swating and shooing
                                     To sting destroyer



  * Story:    A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course 
                        I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol



Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest 
G.L. All

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL


Details | Couplet | |

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


Details | Free verse | |

Budding beauty

Age of purity and innocence,
this time of change
meets a blooming maturity
Fulfilling form, stylising figure;
nature produces fine specimen
A time to play with hair and fashion
To perfect beauty, 
applying make-up and perfumes
Bringing forth fresh radiance
Changing mood and attitude
A young lady, pleasing to the eye
stands before mankind
A budding beauty
ready to take on new life style
To seek, settle, nurture,
or give her all to career
Go-getter or jet-setter
her presence is felt near


Details | Haiku | |

Johnny Come Blow Your Horn

pillar of trumpets
are no match in a garden
for the hummingbird


Details | I do not know? | |

CONCRETE JUNGLE

Concrete jungle, rats and cats
Illuminated cats eyes traps draw us in
Grin when you fall no applause when you win
Jungle Life with jungle things
Food is scarce though greed is breeding
No Lion in sight, Tigers died from the fight
Eyes appear dim darkness steering you in
Want is need, need not want
No one cares for believing
Jungle days Jungle sunset
Watch where one places there feet for some step
too far and the jungle is no more
This jungle has but a one way door
For once was free and all so clear
In the jungle now nothing appears
But concrete jungle, rats and cats
A song without substance no beat no clap
For once was free and all so clear
The inhabitants of the jungle made the jungle disappear


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Narrative | |

Robbing the Nest

I had survived how many summers? Five?
Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last
of terror that lurks in situations
which those I trust (myself included)
would swear offer only perfect safety...
My ball rolled under my Grandma's house
and I, well-guarded, scuttled after to retrieve it,
mindless of the tarry soil fleeced with fluffy,
small red feathers, newly molted by matrons:
hens that clucked contentment,
set upon their hidden egg troves.
Spying their nests, I thought to rob them
and so earn a Grandma's love for a city boy
unversed in country ways. Thinking, I acted,
reaching for a nest unoccupied,
half hid behind a house block.
I closed my soft, expectant hand
upon a wriggling creature coiled among the eggs,
drew back like lightning to watch
a brightly spotted snake slide off
into the farther, deeper darkness
amid a squall of squawks.
Emerging empty handed, terrified,
it wasn't Grandma's love I earned that day.
I have always since encountered similar brilliant colored
dangers whenever I have thought to grab,
for myself or others, unclaimed treasures
in strange places, in warmer or in cooler weathers.


Details | Free verse | |

The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


Details | Couplet | |

Goodnight Moon

<                                              Goodnight moon
                                    Only God knows if I'll see you soon


                                    As I stand under this canopy of stars 
                                    It looks as if you're riddled with scars


                                      From your illuminating harvest glows
                                   To those frosted faces from a winters toll


                                          You even play your peek a boo
                                          With clouds that shuffle by you



                                            Don't you know I love you so
                                         So please stay and don't you let go


                                               You're my guiding light
                                       My shining armor through-out the night



                                    The crickets are even playing our love song
                                             So let's dance all night long



                                         For I know the sun will be rising soon
                              And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune


                                             Well    goodnight moon 
                                          You've slipped away all to soon


                                                    It's been fun
                                        Dam ! now here comes the sun




Entry For
Deb Guzzi's 
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All



                                      


                                         



                                        


                                         


                                        

                                      
                                    


                                   


                                  
                     


                                        



Details | Sonnet | |

Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws


                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry


                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney



                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper or Plastic

Plastic hearts, plastic smiles
plastic cars driving plastic miles
plastic forks, plastic knives
filling landfills, clogging lives
chemicals seeping
apathy deepening
while were sleeping
God is weeping
the smothered earth cries
under heavy, gray skies
time for every industrialized nation
to change for future generations
rid the world of a devastating cancer
when asked this question, 
find the right answer
paper or plastic?

For Paper or Plastic contest (Susan Burch)
Third place


Details | Lyric | |

Understanding Of The End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem
Im not sure that i really understand
What do you want from me, Is it me?
What do i do, Do I need to take your hand?
Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?,
Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end
Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand.
What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you?
Are they prophecy, are they the glue
to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?


Details | Free verse | |

When all of nature weeps

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign

Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs

All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish

What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced

Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather


Details | Free verse | |

Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


Details | Free verse | |

You reap what you sow

Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed, 
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short 
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter, 
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish 
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, 
gently taking back that 
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Sadie Scottish Terrier

Sadie Terrier
Scottish origin
Wins Westminster's 
2010 contest
Hurray for Sadie

Pulchritude is
Pert, alert, shows
The audience
Glamorous side 

Gave handler
A run in 
The  fast ring

The Black
Scottish
Sadie

Dog


Details | Haiku | |

Bear With Me

a beast of nature
protective mysterious -
and yet beautiful


Details | Haiku | |

Beewolf

bee hunting an art                                                                                                     line bees to tree sun or bait                                                                                             follow to honey


Details | Light Poetry | |

Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Rhyme | |

Heartstrings- For Hearth and Home

Heartstrings- For Hearth and Home

Pardon me, did you just heave…
“Aye, that’s right, you can leave”
Good you give me the heave-ho…
“Don’t say, just leave this ship-
You’re ban from the trip”
But wait, I demand to know
Why heart throbs callous fate…
Or naught’ say in this state?
Then, I get’ be on the row.

Retrench, though break, I grieve
…Still air, elsewhere receive-
D-day most furious must bow.
Fly wings, see no then clip-
A tip, handsome; don’t trip.
Ready, steady and will wow.
Cos yours’ to concentrate,
Theirs to see and relate.
Patience in all makes you grow.

_______________________________
Balassi Stanza: Two
Rhyme Scheme: bbaccadda
Syllable count: 667667667


Details | Senryu | |

His Majesty

<                                                symbolic ~ icon
                                     representing .... Red ~ White ~ Blue
                                         the ~ Great    ~       Bald .....  Eagle










Tribute To
The Bald Eagle


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Your Going Down

<                           beneath waterfall
                        let your troubles wash away ... 
                             cesspool is waiting





Entry For John Freeman's
The Precept Natures Haiku
G.L. All


Details | Quatrain | |

All Natural

<                                   earth ~ third planet from sun
                                     liquid and iron ~ cores
                                     continents  ~  islands  ~  pun
                                     arctic  icing  ~  drips pores

                              
                                    wind  ~  natures own fury
                                    flow gasses ~ bulk movements
                                    storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
                                    place in pocketbook ~ dent


                                    fire ~ oxidation
                                    combustion ~ releasing 
                                    heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
                                    pollution ~ choking ~  thing


                                    water ~ called H2O
                                    oxygen ~ hydrogen
                                    evaporation ~ goes
                                    will exceed supply ~ when ?

      
                                   earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
                                   Nature's elements   ~ sure 



Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All
    
                                    
                           


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Lose Control

Let’s lose control
Let’s entice the soul,
With champagne swishes
Chilled in iced bowls.
From your head to your toes
Every nerve will explode, 
Every body sensation
I’ve cracked nature’s code.
It’s not on paper 
It’s what your face shows;
It tells me go fast
Then it tells me go slow,
Then blows my mind
Showing Lose control.
All exposed
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing 
Ever let go.
Lose control
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.


Details | Canzone | |

Sexual Acts Meant To Distract

Animals be they in the forest
Acts be they are though ravenous
Life be more than copulas pleasure
Contact of skin on skin feels no wind
Visions of a tunnel or funnel you can say
The nature of things be opposites attract 


Details | Didactic | |

My First Travel

The grassy Landscape pass in a blur
Like the hurrying wind from the shore-
And as i watch through misty windows
While the bus labour away through the meadows-

I hear that cry again-
I hear it like the rain:
The PIM PIM of the bus
As it negotiates the curve's cross.

The wind hisses in through window ajar,
The cold blown in from fields afar
And yet as I shiver from the cold
I grin like one happy soul-

I am the traveller, a thrilled one
Through the mountain's pass and land-
The bus groaning away with me
Bound for Yaoundé, the University.


Details | Acrostic | |

Alchemy (An Acrostic)

Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Geometry To Me ... '

You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves

You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math

You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus

You Are The Extra
To My Average
You Are The Multiply
To My Nothing Added

You Are Autonomy
To My Anatomy
You Are The Fractal
In My Infinity

You Are Geometry To Me:

You Are Steep Mountains
To My Mounds and Valley
You Are Raindrops In The Forest
To My Snow-Ballet

You Are Hot Desert Sands
To My Cold Ocean Waves
You Are The Mirage man
To My Love-Slave

You Are Dimension-Diamonds
To My Parallel-Pearls
You Are The Universe
To My World

You Are The Prism
To My Beam Of Light
and You Are The Days
Resting Upon My Nights …

And You Are Geometry To  Me …


Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure)
is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, 
and relative position of figures and with properties of space.
(uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships;
(countable) A type of geometry with particular properties;
Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...


Details | Dizain | |

Endangered

Endangered species are around the world
Narcissus Bugei bulbous plant of Spain
Dabry's Sturgeon mostly now a dreamworld
Amur Leopard, Russian thirty-five remain
Nava's Wren from Mexico lost domain
Gorillas,  by intense poaching
Eurasian Lynx saved by reintroducing
River Dolphins hurt from habitat loss
East African Highland Shrew disappearing
Dwarf Olive Ibis, will always engross?

In honor of Dr. Ram's contest..
* Note
Click on "About This Poem"


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Cottage Futures

Dare I dream about a future cottage,
Where I live suits me well,
The beautiful tall trees and walkways,
There is a serene lake nearby,
Where you can view ducks and geese swimming past,
In the morning you can see the mist rise from the lake,
The sounds of nature are everywhere,
This is paradise to me for years,
To be thus blessed and thankful,
Days with nature and the outdoors through the years,
What pleasure and delight, at home with God's nature.
To return home and sit by the cafe window,
Savouring a delicious hot chocolate with cream,
My relatives guesting and sharing this paradise on special days,
God 's miraculous blessings come true,
Thankful appreciation to the Lord our God.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


Details | Rhyme | |

Life

Life is living 
But then again it’s not
Because living goes on
Stop breathing
Life stop

Picture this if you may
To help you understand
How a person lives forever
After creating a man

Life is a path
That can go many ways
The roads are cloudy battle fields
With soldiers in a daze

Some are chosen
Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it}
While some give up
and cries tears by the bucket

Life is a tough road
But we can all get to the end 
And go on living;
Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend

So soldier march on
The further less dazed
The further the march
The greater the praise

So climb the mountain 
Swim the ocean,
Sometimes don’t look back
Because some soldiers
In the battlefield
Just don’t know how to act

But some should be saved
Because on this road you’ve bled
But only if he’s bleeding
Still crawling ahead

Then pass the sword
And forget your graze
Because the more soldiers to the end
Insure better days


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Ant fires bite

Ants bite me tent baby sleeps front dad pours fuel rids runs down to camp fire dance ablaze tunnel fire ants dead ~ dad running with legs hairless baby in Safety flash fire fumes will travel fire ant's den taught camp Carol-ing
- by John beam - a lesson learned while camping be safe around ants and fires


Details | Narrative | |

Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...



Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.


Details | Haiku | |

Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river


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Rocky Mountain High

There's nothing like the smell of fresh air
So come join me on this expedition there

High above the canyon ridges
Of Colorado's mountain's and bridges

Pikes Peak Cheyenne to name a few
But let me tell you oh what the view

For there are fresh water streams
Cascading down the slopes of green

Then there are countless winding and twisting roads
Slowing down the engines cargo load

Top of Cheyenne's peak
You can almost hear God speak

Voices in the wind
Not to hear it would be such a sin

And if your lucky enough even capture an eagle in flight
Encirciling Pikes Peak now wouldn't that be a sight

So for your next viva vacation
Remember the mountains of Colorado who also holds great sensations


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


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Gravity

You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
 
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
 
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
 
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
 
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
          YOU WARRING FOOLS
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
 
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
 
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
 
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Who is Joker

A joker
Shows himself foolish
By performing foolish acts
To make you laugh
But in fact
He mocks
In form of his jokes
To show that human beings
The bundles of errors
For, some time or other
Every one of us
Had done such foolish things
In our lives
But the worst error
We all are committing
Is the disrespect for Nature
Which in a way or other
All of us are showing
In the form of damages
To all natural gifts
In the disguise of our need
We are feeding 
Our ever growing greed
We smile at our success
Which is going to be
Our greatest failure
And if this continues
Our dark future is clear
Now just think
Who is the joker?


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What's Your Hurry

safari escape
zebra giraffe scurring -
in natures garden


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Complexity

Look deep within the light my love
My gentle caring sleep
the song of nature drifts along
at times the wind is steep and strong

The heart a hollow empty song
the drain on life complete
but then from out of emptyness 
the song of love grows strong

The energy returning
you dance upon your feet
the cuddles that you're yearning
returned you are complete 

my mind delves into darkness
it fights with dreams and scheemes
it struggles with the truth of life
I need to know whats real

I need to know the truth of life
to know whats really real
we study then the body 
the life of man complete

look to see the beauty 
complexity so sweet
interwoven nature 
our thoughts of glowing flame

We study terminology
we study anthropology
we study then biology
with thoughts that do compete

In truth this sweet compexity 
holds answers over time
who did design the human brain
who did design the mind

The arguments from science
I then do not believe
It simply was by accident
we came to be conceived

the body's so complex my friend
I think they self deceive
I do believe in science
the study of our life

I do believe the bible
that god created life
I do not see your problem
I do not see your strife

It say's that god created man
it does not tell you how
Could evolution be my friend
the tool that god made to make man


Details | Free verse | |

Three Roles

Over stand these R the 3 characters we play
U can become aware begin changing & Evolving 2day
What will happen 2 U the sheep if U become aware
Will U awaken from slumber R will U freeze right there in fear
Which would U primarily become  If U R willing 2 evolve
What will happen 2 the present balance that exists
It is not Ur theory 2 solve
No 1 knows while tomorrow is becoming 2day
Nothing will stop it as it continues on its way
This is a warning 2 the herdsman & the wolf
& a wakeup call 2 the sheep
Stop counting with the rest of the flock & awaken before
U’re consumed 4 Ur meat
Consuming U Sheep
2 sustain others is a must
But 4 U Sheep it is Bleak
While 4 a wolf it is a thrilling nourishing rush
There R sheep herdsmen & wolves
All of whom have a part to play
Sheep R often scared when frightened frozen
like an ice statue they stay
They R all devoured consumed & appreciated
the herdsman wants 2 protect the flock from other herdsmen
& wolves
sheep R for warmth & breeding & making tasty foods
Nothing is evil here
This is the cycle by design
Wolves like herdsmen know the cycle & consume at opportune times
The wolves & herdsmen survive because they shape shift in
& out of character role
Exploiting what they know 4 a constant change 2 their
advantage 2 unfold
Sheep R simply live stock a basic commodity
these R the 3 roles learn them adapt & evolve when ready
In this life there is a planet of sheep
Only mountains of herdsmen
& yet oceans of wolves lurking in packs who usually R alone
when they attack
Shape shifting Morphing roles evolving means becoming
aware
When the truth is exposed 2 U
It is never clear
What R if transformation will take place
A herdsman is wiser & calmer
But herdsmen kill each other 2
Over physical property both territory & flock R
revolving issues
Wolves are wild & untamed with penetrating fangs
Rogue & clinching 2 cloak in the foliage of rocks & vegetation
the herdsman will
destroy the wolf if presented that situation
sometimes they shape shift and take part in a slaughterhouse calamity
But they rarely morph into sheep unless studying another
herdsman’s rambling
Having your hair cut off is 1 thing
But by design sheep R for consuming.
All days for all living R numbered
still the sheep R docile followers who slumber
Choose 2
Evolve
& shape shift 4 Ur advance
Know the 3 characters we all play
Before Ur end while U still have a chance
2 become AWARE Enlightened
& finally awakened 2 the 3 roles


Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Haiku | |

Play Misty For Me

clouds abotomy
cut with a sheer percission
play misty for me


Details | Haiku | |

Prayer for mercy

when system fails, injustice produced harassment and disappointments.
innocence cursed the cruelty and prayer to God for justice comments.
God hears and develops such nature to punish a guilty person,
God rewards a disease to deliver justice to remove unwanted dents.
Someone's suffering changes human mind and prayer for mercy in seconds.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

SAPPHO'S CLIMB

                       SAPPHO'S CLIMB

Is this Sappho to whom i speak
Bride of Lesbos with the low forbidden voice
She climbs the rocky mountains dangerous  peak
Calls in the blue daughters of twilight to rejoice
in the bursting spring. She brings her songs and lyre
Delights the camping soldiers with the fire
Bold call-- vibrates soldierly repressed desires
Sirens yearn --bid most valiant heroes return
Desert-- slaves to familiar arms that hold them til they burn


Details | Free verse | |

D.N.A.

Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word,
as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth.
More precisely, it fits nicely, as an acid, based,
in creatures big and small, it is the blueprint, how they're made.

The RNA is information carried in your genes,
it's found within the DNA that makes up you and me.
A Double Helix is the name of the shapely pattern,
that DNA will tend to make, it resembles a ladder.
The lines on the outside are two and are a crucial glue,
to hold the sides Nucleotides, a sugar phosphate group.
To each of these there are attached a molecule, you see,
Adenine, Thymine, Guanine, Cytosine, 

Every part of you is made of cells you cannot see,
you could say the DNA is like a recipe.
This double helix ladder can easily unwind,
and wind again, it happens every time a cell divides.
Inside a cell, the DNA strands wrap up real close,
and organize into an x, behold, the chromosome!

Eukaryotic organisms like animals and plants,
use the nucleus of cells to store these precious strands.
-Of course there are so many places DNA is found,
Prokaryotes, like bacteria, spread it all around! 
RNA is like a copy of a given strand,
and essential for an organism to expand. 
In order to expand, the cells will have to split in two,
and once they do, the one that's old will be the same as new.
To achieve this feat a DNA strand must have proteins,
different binds of different kinds can all effect the coding.

DNA has shaped the way all life has evolved,
it is the blueprint, how we're made, creatures big and small.
Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word,
as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth.
It made me what I am, and it made you be you,
now show DNA what YOU'RE made of,
and that you have some big plans to!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Eternal Unknown

Break and bend to all you desire, feel it and taste the blind fantasy that you enjoy.
Break the concept of it being the taboo of nature and understand that it is nature that
guides your hand to the natural thirst of evolution.

Because you cry when you hurt, you bleed when it hurts but you laugh when all pain is
unbearable when it is complete. Let it be a lesson, for you might not get the same
education again.

Some do not have the same experience as you had, but it does not hide the fact that it is
a pleasure to those who would die for the same lifestyle.
Trust in me is to trust that all demons are angels.

We are all in a game of chess, who decides the concept and who controls the outcome, it is
a lifestyle ideal we all dream of and create stories of a desirable outcome.
We have the blood of good and evil and the knowledge of it, but not the fruit nor the taste.

I breath because I have no choice, I live because I hate blackmail and I will die because
I need to.
If I never died, then what's the point of living?
'The point of living means to suffer for past sins and old traditions.


Details | Rhyme | |

To Adore a Sycamore

Have you ever really looked at a Sycamore?
If so, you’ll forever the Sycamore adore
Stand close to its leathery trunk
Feel each curled and jagged bump

Despite dullness of winter’s blight
Bark projects linear glowing white
Conversely dappled color of brown
Recedes reflecting its mother ground

As leaves begin to grow they display a brownish hew
Giving no clue, as to what they’ll later do
Growing bigger, leaves show five serrated teeth
Silken fibers on top and popping yellow veins underneath

Dropping curled papery bark to the ground
Touching carpet of green without a sound
Bumpy spheres hang as Christmas decorations for a town
Falling from each branch, to change what they’ll be to brown

Jagged branches stretch as arms over water of life
While creatures slice through cooling shadows, like a knife
Unsculptured statues stand against the sky
As a reminder, that nature’s presence will not lie

Richard J. Long: May/June 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Three

Have you met this sight... Rose flower during the day Tis what worth seeing Have you heard this song... Nightingale voice in the dark Tis what worth hearing


Details | Free verse | |

Blatant Truth

Nothing happens for a reason
There are just reasons why things happen


Details | Haiku | |

Dancing With The Stars

granite archway view
planetary shuffling 
dancing with the stars


Details | Sonnet | |

NGERIAN SONNET

Newly adopted toddlers mourN
Indemnity as locus  standI
Gold-crests laG
Event invites the employeE 
Rodeo on the wealthy riveR  
Irrevocable superminI
And the black gold run et ceterA 
Nobles with black gold gains remaiN


Spectacles of other specieS
Opener ramains incognitO
Ne'er-do-well holds the horN
No one remembers the mooN
Expatriate  the extra farE
Teach the gospel momenT


Details | Couplet | |

Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

may memories of a dolphin sighting boat ride

Those wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that’s all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)


Details | Free verse | |

The Stench of You

I smell regret!
I smell it on your clothes
and in your hair,
on your hands
and in every stitch, 
every fiber,
every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned
chugga-chugga-choo-choo'ing
train of thought,
and it is especially noticeable in the carpet,
but then again,
that could just be the milk I spilled
when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...


Details | Canzone | |

Undertaken Be Ye

Life be that of what thy navigation
Anticipation of what be in mind of all
Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain?
Treason be devout this what man brought
Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth
What will one yield plowing thru the field?


Details | Rhyme | |

A World Finished

Snakes flying all over in the air 
And all creatures living without care
Wild animals swimming in the water 
Grouped or ungrouped does not matter
Strange to see all this happening 
No worry and none frightening 
The scorpions chose to suck the blood 
A sort of senseless, baffling method   
But then a cloud full of earthworms landed on earth
Wherever possible the creatures giving birth  
And the walking prawns on the land 
Don’t care for being with the sand 
Bothered only to get into the cloud 
And eating the worms, feeling proud 
Bats flying in random
No one feeling boredom 
Snakes and bats colliding with each other in air 
All that happens, for they don’t scare    
So much populated and dense the world turned out to be 
Some people living like animals by hanging on the tree  
That nothing seems to be in control 
Living without responsibility and role 
All living things, blatant by the heart 
They all concerned only to play their part
Never felt that they are hurting others 
Pulling hair and snatching feathers
As nobody feeling the pain 
Nothing to lose and gain 
Some people dying on the spot 
Never bothered and care about  
But many more of them giving birth wherever they like 
And the population without shame is always on the rise  
Nothing bothered the people 
No matter if they are not capable
Dragons, crocodiles, beasts all around 
In the waters and on the land they are found 
And no chance to construct a house and live in 
They all concerned only about eating and drinking in  
If anything comes their way they will do it 
But not education they prefer for the solution 
As there is no importance given to education 
One should realize that if there is no education 
Then for all the problems there will be no solution 

 


Details | Senryu | |

When You Repent Sincerely

His will forgives
Stabs of a knife
Life still in strife


Details | Free verse | |

Memories of Leaf Boats

As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost.
But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can’t ignore.
For my most cherished memories I’ll pass down, as the stories continue to stir.

Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek.
Where would they end up? Would they find they’d sailed to foreign lands?
Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in?

Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me.
We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be.
The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds.

We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again.
Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes.
So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find.

Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats.
Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close.
Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more.

Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores.
I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found…
They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around.

 I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close.
And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.


Details | Rhyme | |

The All Of It All

I wanna be the dog,
I don't bark I just bite,
I am the sin of delight,
I am the loser that fights.

I wanna be the bird,
flying over the dead,
dropping crap like raindrops
pouring down on your head.

I wanna be the bee,
the bee that stings,
I am the smallest of parts,
I am the whole of all things.

I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird.

I wanna be the dirt,
the filth of the earth,
the leaves of grass,
let me know what I'm worth.

I wanna be the stench,
of the rotting flesh,
I am annointed, I'm chosen,
I shall bless and possess.

I wanna be the rule,
you would die to abide,
I am the the dark, the impulse,
the places you hide.

I wanna be the present,
that lives in the past,
I am living to learn,
I am living to fast.

 I wanna be.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Place They Call Home

Small fish die
But don’t you cry
They leave behind their bones
To make a brand new home
Called a Coral Reef

Beautiful bright colors to behold
Such as pink, yellow, orange and gold
A place where many fish live except for the whales
Such as anemones, sponges and snails
Where they hide from the shark with great relief
A place they call home, Coral Reef 


Details | Free verse | |

Hysterical People

Hysterical People

Hysterical women are sane
It’s their natural state
Hysterical men are crazy and don’t know the ways.
Women carry fire to bed
Set themselves on 
To set themselves apart
Rest like babies in the dark
That makes them straight and strong
Strangling poisonous snakes are there too
To swing them off to sleep 
And sing sweet nothings in the ear
With no cares in the world
Nothing rattles a woman’s heart
Not even love or age
Men burst into flames 
At the slightest touch of the cage
Instead of tears they cry war
Hysterical men can’t have children
For fear of stomach and financial gains
Women devour such creatures 
There is no other way
Women live beyond all years for reasons
Not established here
Embrace the pain
Hysterical men run in circles
Then do it again



Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Way to lace the blues

Way to lace the blues

They could be so hard in your care,
So leave the burdens to their bear’.
Then watch them disgrace?

Should them in their lots are the God,
So will the heavens know no shod?
Thus uphold His grace!

Live life and withhold not your love;
For your mode models you a clove.
Mean well to all race!

Blues as they, are must overcome.
Walk your light heart through earned welcome.
Way to tie the lace!
 
4th of March,2014.


Details | Ballade | |

Evil Enemy Tricks

A dream or vision one hot afternoon one day
A fell then thee evil enemy had came play
Being filled with much fear, so he wanted to steer
I had been driving in a car his house I found at night
Needing to stop for a rest his house be the only in sight
Social able and gracious he had invited me in
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
He was old and grey at least his face did display
“You look like an honest and loving chap stay here for a nap
There is nothing to fear no one can find you here”

No stars were above in the sky but yet I did not wonder why
The enemy had played one of his tricks
“Look at all these possessions that I have”
“They can all be yours if I find that you are worthy”
 “Allow me to show you how you can create them”
 “Here ye is the secret in how one controls the wheel”
Desires to steal the soul is why the enemy plays his tricks

Then he offered me a token if I promised to show him devotion
“See all this land I have cleared and designed by my hand?”
“It all one day shall be yours if decided to stay here this day”
Another way you see how the enemy plays his tricks
“ I have also ordered another surprise gift for you
“See that car over far yonder bringing it to you?”

The car had been two combination's but red in display
But I did not see this until after it drove away
Moving to far ahead so I have to go back
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
 He took me inside his home where we decided to wait
Introduced me to his family who were trying to escape
This is how the enemy plays his tricks at the gate

Then there was a knock at the door and I sent to answer
Believing it was the gift from he that I had longed for
I was happy and thrilled to perform this simple chore
Opening to see a female shadow being in close distance
Three knives had hit the door giving no resistance
Head had moved quickly thought then be Divine assistance
This is how the enemy plays his tricks


Details | Narrative | |

Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Crossing the bridge

 Beyond the bridge the sweet,quiet and snow white home
Enjoyable walks replacing Endless crosslanes
Clean woods aroma exchanging for the Foul Streets
And quiet college with sidewalk in the Grass park
Rather than Concrete with no Rose to grow

And endless Yearbooks one could browse for hours
College small enough to find your Special Other
While student graduate and Think what is next
And when your turn comes you excitedly race
For College Paradise declares the world’s a Heaven
And everyone You greet is Sweet and Gentle
Instread of Harsh Thorns delicate fragrant flowers
Green grassy carpet exchanging Wrinkled Sand


Details | Free verse | |

Nature's Son {Trois Par-Hut}

<                                                  winds gallow
                                          o ~ speak out thou shallow
                                       in ancient magnitudes of whispers

                            wrapped in sparkling gems but that of more crisper
                               embracing majesty like re- known spun hipster


                                 and thy O~ answers babbling tongue
                                           symbols of new births young

                                                       nature's son




Details | Haiku | |

Under Blue Sky

Birds of a feather
All do not flock together
There be two kinds

The lawgiver says
Clean be the distinguished ones
Doves similar to

Others carnivores
Possessed tyrants they do be
Which type of bird you?


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Turmoil That We Struggle With

Ones desires are like fires they can surely ignite
How can one resist the grace in such divine beauty?
Passionate or lustful tasting of either juice be fruity  
Taking one if not to both lead to great heights

Pheromones cause the heart beating without end
Fore what is this to be?
Is this love we all see?
Blood pulsating indulges, gyrates a message to send

The constant images and feelings can become obsession
Daily repercussions of this act can be maddening
Deciding to live without this to can be saddening 
Closet thing we have to heaven each and every session


Details | Rhyme | |

Co-Incidence

Co-incidence (n 1 a chance occurence of simultaneous or apparently connected events)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Up, down.. left and right,
It's all around us, like the day and the night,
Too big to miss, but it's beyond our sight,
It's there.. and it isn't.  Nearly is.. but not quite!
You people are ALL right.. so I'll try to be polite,
You can't fight the feeling.. 'cause you haven't got the might,
Can you handle the truth? Get a grip and hold tight,
'Cause it will set you free!  Blow your mind like dynamite!

In the beginning.. I'm sure you know too,
This World was created, it's all been thought through,
Evolving on que, under skies made so blue,
Plant's came before us, just so they could give to you.
Sorry, I'm repeating what you already knew,
But how did these plants know to sow the seeds that grew?
So they slid through our bellies, waiting in our fertile poo?
Symbiosis with the Planet..  does this all sound true?

What about us?  Why are we here?
Why all the questions?  It is obviously clear!
It all makes sense, so there's no need to fear,
Don't confuse the matter, because it's simple my dear!
We have got ears.. so that we can hear,
But why give us a brain?  Because year after year,
We just dig a deeper ditch.. and then flood it with tears,
When the end draws near, will you hear any cheers?

I want a big applause, when I finish this race,
If I finish first..  I won't say "In your Face!"
Try to look good, don't end it in disgrace,
Or even take it slow, and set a nice steady pace.
Never give up!  Learn to lead a merry chase,
Up the garden path, throughout time and space,
And just in case, we end up lost in this place,
The case will be closed and we'll be gone, without a trace.


Details | Haiku | |

I See You My Little Pretty

under water fun
tiger lands crouch position
nostrils and eyes flared


Details | Narrative | |

Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Tanka | |

BEAR WINTER APNEA

The sleep I desire
is for resting of the mind.
The sleep I desire
will happen when I am tire.
The sleep I desire is now.
______________________|
For Amy Green Critter Tanka Contest
April 11, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


Details | Free verse | |

POETRY

An instrument of beauty,
poetry is art at its best
with its verses of passion
penned with love
in assorted and variegated
metrical composition
with sublime and
aesthetically satisfying flow.

It is a creative exposition 
that unfolds and enlightens
with enchanting constructs 
the demonstrative and
effusive characterization 
of language by utilizing, 
promoting and bestowing 
the nature and power of words.

Proclaiming ideas and ideals
of principled excellence
with creations anew
and history of old,
poetry exhibits an appetite
for knowledge and wisdom
and a profound propensity 
for purposeful revelation
with an insatiable desire
for intimation and meaning
displayed with heartfelt emotion.

With its aspiration to show case
in magnificent scribal splendor,
poetry entices and compels
the artist and consumer
to explore and transcend
imagination and intrigue,
and solicit introspection
with unfathomable penetrating thought 
that is calmed by grace and elegance.

Philosophical and spiritual,
entertaining and healing,
poetry commands laughter and tears
or sorrow and joy,
Its clamorous and powerful
phonologically expressive morphemes
can awaken and stir passion and romance
or summon logic and reason.

Poetry, 
resplendent in wisdom, 
captures love,
inspires hope,
provoke curiosity,
resonates drama,
evokes mystery,
uplifts spirits
and expresses grief.
So magnificent,
so powerful,
so wondrous
is the nature and
the majesty of poetry.


Details | Haiku | |

Course of Nature

Introduction: Nature works in a mystical way…


In dark sparkles blink
In patterns scattered through the sky
Gone with a stormy wink


Details | Free verse | |

Lorrikeet

A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm

It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud

Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee

On a quiet night 
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five

Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view

The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit

So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date

But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show

Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd

The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot

And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow






I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)


Details | Limerick | |

I'm Growing

<                                  economic woes
                                    say it isn't so
                                    fruits vegetables of divine
                                    artificial added such a crime
                                    sow garden  W.T.G     {Way To Go}
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    


Details | I do not know? | |

A Step Towards Heaven

A new day begins.
And I take another step towards heaven.

The ray of sun doesn’t always wake me up.
Sometimes, it’s the sound of thunder,
Or the chill that descends over me,
Or the warmth, that I precipitate.

I always don’t have the smile of calmness, 
Ushering the joy and the contentment 
That fills my bleak land with greenness.

Sometimes, I wake up to the sound of rain
And cogitate about how it never dies
I hear its rhythm and take in the smell
And how everyone’s thirst it satisfies.

Some days, I weep and breathe deep
When I open my eyes
I feel the thrust of my heart in my chest
In my head, the horrendous illusion I revise.

Many a times, I wish I don’t have to wake up
And I sleep for eternity
Better than awakening to dismay
I’d be veiled in complete serenity.

Or sometimes, there is hope and faith,
And cheerfully I chirp,
Or whirl and sway, 
To the melody of love.

I always cannot smell rose,
Sometimes, something burns too.
But yet, I rise from my sleep,
And with the beginning of a new day,
I put a step forward into,
The future and towards the unknown,
I keep walking towards the heaven.


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The Meat Market (2005)

From the moment a she is born, she is a piece of meat
Every expectation of an in-law she must meet 
The bachelors pick and chose
What do they have to loose?
They just agree of refuse 
Daughters for sale at every event
Love is made in heaven isn’t that what God meant?
Well I’m a veggie and not meat 
I’m not on a market stall or at their feet
My heart will choose and select 
Love has no reason to reject


Details | Bio | |

Artificial Intelligence

A mind will listen by expanding 
knowledge to learn; or explore 
possibility's.

In these teachings of technology
we figure out what we know is:
just A various combination of what
was programmed into our mind.

As time passes, we'll adjust to
evolve ourselfs into becoming
artificial intelligence; amoung
society and indulge it's greatest
achievement.

Until they soon take mind; over
body and loose all self~control
to empower the world.

I will not be your robot to control, 
I am my own individual person.


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the moon follows

one may say a Lune                                                                                             primarily the orbit                                                                                                satellite reflects


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Thompson Island 1907

Thompson Island 1907

The rats had invaded
The hens, they negated
What were the school boys to do
They got out the hose
Those rats to dispose
Whenever they came into view
It was 1907
The boys six to eleven
There at the Farm and Trade School
They had come to learn farming
But the rats were alarming
So they set about for a duel
The rats were digesting
The hens that were resting
And the geese living under the house
The rats, they were stealthy
And with poison unhealthy
These old rats they decided to douse
They plugged escape holes
Armed the young boys with some poles
Then proceeded to turn on the hose
As the rats scurried out
They were bandied about
And that was the end of those
As the battles were fought
Escaped rats, there were naught
And the boys hung their kill on the fence
There were one fifty two
By the time they were through
Not a rat has come back ever since
So if rats were your problem
These boys sure could solve them
For their lessons they learned you could tell
Their folks were elated
For when they graduated
They rid rats from their farms as well


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Sun

Twinkle twinkle, little star,
93 million miles far.
Giver of light, supporter of life,
energy, climate and season device.

The sun is a star, we're glad it is here,
as our life support, for 5 billion years.
This star is among the brightest in space,
though close, many questions about it remain.
With violet ,orange, and reddish of hues, 
our home solar system pivots on you.
8,000 degrees of Kelvin heat,
elements of Hydrogen and Helium meet.
Over 100 times the size of the Earth,
rotating once is a seven day turn.
The first of three layers is visible light,
the thick photosphere is a veil of white.
The atmosphere there is a plasma in ways,
which emits a series of wavelengths and rays.
A more defined trait are the patches of dark,
Sunspots are cooler, magnetically charged.
These spots tend to vary and alter in shape,
every 11 years, new cycles take place.
Solar cycles can affect the weather on Earth,
filters and color are how they’re observed.
Direct observation can damage the eyes,
I'd advise that precautions be sought and applied.
The heat is supplied by a core via fusion,
and exits as energy and light distribution.
Plasma is also among things released,
Solar Flares on the surface are a common sight seen.
All around they emit rays, X and UV,
which frequently jam radio frequencies.
Close to the sunspots, the flares can be viewed,
particles majestically travel in loops.
The Sun, like the Moon, is a welcomed companion,
life without it cannot be imagined.

Twinkle twinkle, little star,
93 million miles far.
Giver of light, supporter of life,
always shining, through day and through night.


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Why is Law?

Law,
A power adopting consent,
Unanimously,
For the welfare of all,

To establish equality,
To provide opportunities,
To remove discrimination,
To break down the prejudice barriers,

To build a bridge on gaps,
So anyone a child, young, 
Old, able or disable can walk, 
Freely, with honour of a nation, 

And can adopt a pride of safety,
And can provide security,
It is a lesson for everyone,
To protect society,

From Criminals, robbers,
Smugglers, gangsters, rapists,
For everyone’s share of happiness. 
For a standard for living. 


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Migrations

The calls of the flocks          to this years migration
a roving community       of birds in each nation
rising and diving       above         mists in the rocks
the drawing together         for birthing         new flocks
 
The coo of the crane      in     a wetland bog
the bob of its head       when       its nabbed a frog
opened winged geese     in            passages  soar
north back to south     or        a western shore
 
Above our earth        the traversing vast miles
into the snowfall                 or            cliffside defiles
a race upon water       to         lure this years mate
or share  in the catch          a        dance woven like date
 
Such grace of movement    their wings on the breeze
like rhythms beating       to ascend     above trees
how can one       capture     such beauty       so grand
of a creatures          decent       upon sky        upon land
 
Motion so elegant       their  journey's   in sky
mankinds observations      our own desire       to fly
the form of their       pinions       upon outstreched wings
to follow freedom         this kind of life       dreams
 
Lowlands or Highlands        the wild fowl    domains
in deserts   or plateaus       aviary   terrains
on pole ice       or islands   you'll find their rests
every year you'll find them       their community     nests
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Great Black Hole Cycle

The kiss of the black hole
Clandestine
Purposely unknown
The galaxy it's home

Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Giving life
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name

For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe

The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol

Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound

This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows




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Garbage Dump//For Limerick Game

In many and many ages hence
Standing on a hill that makes no sense
Archaeologist dig way down
Found way beneath a Royal Crown
Bad odor becoming intense

(This for Limerick Game or whatever passed from C.E.McMillen.  I pass the Limerick torch to 
Doris Culverhouse lovely daughter).


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VENOM

The snake is discreet,
and hides coiled up and ready
to strike if prompted.


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


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The Danger Zone

leopard's danger
floods forest fires and from -
humans that hunt them







Tribute To
Spotted Leopards


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Haiku Punch

     Haiku Punch

One two one two, hit

Ripples on river, stone skips

Current fights back tears


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School Is In

Walking to the end,
of this old wooden dock.
The tranquility of the pond,
is disturbed, 
with a wizz and a plop
Ripples ,run from this,
bright orange bobber.
To town has come,
the foolish fish, robber.
Beneath the surface,
Old Tom sees,
a flash of gold ,
and wriggly brown.
For the reaper ,
has come,
to this watery town.
One young Bream,
plays hooky,
 from the school.
Ole Tom yells wait,
don't go there,
you fool.
Ah ...but the promise,
of a free ,
high protein meal.
Has already sealed,
the poor fingerlings deal.
With a splash ,
and flash of silver,
he goes.
The young fish stare in horror,
but 0le Tom knows.
Stay in school,
because the first,
shiny thing that comes your way,
may have a catch.


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Detroit

Teens walk the streets full of fear,
A ton of murders every year,
Death,
Theft,
Hate and knives,
Drugs,
Money,
Murdered wives,
These are the things I see,
But they shall never create me,
It's crazy how most of our teen 
murders are gang related,
For some teens never had love,
After joining a gang,
They will fight for their lives,
To the point where guns are being 
heard,
More than a singing bird,
And murders are being committed 
more than child birth,
And some see Detroit as hell on 
Earth,
But no one pays attention to the 
intelligence our teens are worth,
For Detroit is a city full of broken 
dreams,
Hoping one day all gangs will work 
together,
And unite as a team,
Then we will create a great future,
For Detroit's wound will rejoin with 
a suture,
And one day we will make a 
successful cope,
Detroit is a city full of hope.


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You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


Details | Narrative | |

vignette-SYMBOL OF PARADISE

They dug a pit in the clay
To mark the Millienium day,
Creating five large biomes
To house earth's plants in global homes
A new Eden,living in glass domes.

Tribute to the unique Eden Project,Cornwall,England


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Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.


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Eden

Bud of a flower,
open, reveal thy beauty,
and color our eyes.

I cannot picture,
this earth without your presence,
you are needed in life.

Your plant family,
400,000 species,
grass, daisy, orchid, are some.

Remnants of you, see,
your kingdom trace back to a,
Jurassic era.

now embrace sunshine,
attract guests with your color,
that they might find you.

Both male and female,
with pistils and stamens,
boundaries are broken.

-For atop your stem,
reproductive organs dwell,
encased in petals.

Pollination needs,
help, ask the bees to carry,
pollen to stigma.

Help is rewarded,
Nectar, a sugar-based sweet,
a feast you must seek.

Please walk gentle,
for some have intentions that,
are carnivorous.

Water, sun, soil, air,
and carbon dioxide bear,
Photosynthesis.

The process makes food,
chlorophyll provides color,
and ends the cycle.

Germination is,
the start of growth, for seeds to,
emerge from the earth.

The roots push down and,
anchor the seed into soil,
as the stem rises.

When petal, pollen,
leaf and stem dance in the wind,
life begins again.


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Animals

They have no cell wall.
Some of them have a backbone.
Some have none at all.


Details | I do not know? | |

Quiz Number 7

I have a gut feeling this one might be tough.


Details | I do not know? | |

Opportunity

Blue Moon tonight which is very rare
It happens on New Years Eve once in nineteen years
Will you be watching to see if it peeks through
In New York City, Albany, or Calimazu

Maybe in Ormand Beach, Florida
Utah, Alaska a state so fair
How about in the United Kingdom
Africa, Asia, Malayia, or Bonnie Scotland where

It may shine on ice and snow
Or rain reflecting streets
Somewhere on the desert plain
Where the sidewinders sleep

Will the clouds part for just 
A short time for you and me
So we can see this phenominum
That will be such a treat

I will be watching and hope
For just a peek, if only for a moment..
That would be so neat
My day will be filled with excitement

As I watch and wait
This could be the night
That I might stay up late
Sit out on the porch in the cold

Hoping to share with you
A night of anticipation
Of a moon that is blue
Will it cast a shadow

On my gray gray  hair
Or hide all the wrinkles
That shows my character 
So that youth is reflected

On this night so fair
On this night so rare
On this night to share
On this night be there

(Some explanation of Blue Moon. (1) Earth close to sun-so earth gets more sun and moon 
will be brighter. (2) Moon will be closer to earth so seems larger. (3) Full moon rises to a 
point nearly opposite the sun and because sun is low this time of year the full moon will rise 
particularly high.  Blue moon is not blue in color but two full moons in one month because we 
do not use lunar calendar but one devised by man.  Last blue moon on New Years Eve was 
l990 and next will be 2028 or every 19 years.) (There are several explanations how the term 
came into being but I will let you look it up.)


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Let Me Think

Discrimination,
Through my windows,
Touched my skin,
And nailed down my soul.
I were born untouchable,
My colour was dark,
My loving nature was dying on the stretcher,
My tongue tasted,
The sweet and sour; a taste.
The colour of my black eyes,
Flamed fire into someone’s heart,
My natural visionary sights,
That was covered under black hairy strips,
And my skull was burning ashes.
Pain was sucking my blood,
Red tissues were turning gray,
My death was natural.
Nobody claimed my dead body,
White-eyes and fairy hands,
Donated my heart to a posh,
That was lying on a money bed,
And eating his golden spoon and silver plates,
Someone restored my organs,
For human research,
A candle was burning in a corner,
Donate your blood for human beings.
My beheaded body,
That was covering with a mercy sheet,
And a voice was loudening in the sky,
God may bless him.
Air was freshening the dirt,
Forgive him to stay in heaven,
A shrinking voice was weeping bitterly,
Empty hands were rising up,
Is this a natural life?
Why did you give him a birth?
If a poor has no equal right to live.


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Choice

Nature’s creation
Form of unknown origin
Builds controversy

One powerful hand
Hullabaloo or greatness
Believe of your choice


written for

Sponsor john freeman

Contest Name Natural and Beyond!!


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A time when you could eat the sun

The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed

"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!


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Stop the Development

Swarming like insects
The development is coming
gnats, mosquitoes, and ants
They are destroying all the plants

Their buzzing sound
is more like the cash register going Cha-ching
It matters NOT, where you go,
like a mold or a fungus the develop will grow

They call it progress
They call it for the better
sly as the lie that is St. Nick.
They neglect to tell you nothing grows on brick

More parking lots and strip malls,
More freeways and byways and twenty foot walls,
Where the water runs in the road,
From a cup that has seriously overflowed.

They will definitely prey on the common fear
They are going to tell you things that you want to hear,
Where the stream beds run dry,
And the old man recollects with a sigh,

I plant this seed for the children of the land
In the hopes that we wake up and understand
Stop the development, a three story mall has no worth,
When all that we need can be produced by the Earth.

By Joe DeMarco


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Inner Subconscious Intelligence

On top yet underneath every single mind
Normal it functions as a part of Nature
Expanding it does co-exist with the universe
Molding yet controlling all things in kind
Inert matter once both dark and light
Neither can exist without thus is human plight
Drifting in our dreams the third eye is
All seeing for those achieving a wee flash of light
Learning as you go that hopes and fears are one
Letting you in on the Higher Light of The One


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I am also n't lying

Today was the day of judgment,
All children were excited and pleased,
But when the result was declared,
Tutor called student; one by one in the office,
And appreciated each of them,
Who got good marks in the tests.

But suddenly, a cried break out amusement‘,
Why did a teacher, beat up a student so badly?
Who wrote in the exam,
The sun was rising in the river,
Fishes were jumping over the clouds,
And climbing up on the palm trees.

Head teacher came out and asked the boy,
Where did you read all this?
When my dad goes fishing, he told.
I always think, why fishes have white colour,
I understand when we were acrossing the waves,
Fishes must eat coconut.

A teacher not beaten up a student only, 
Also he failed because of not following his lesson,
That was from a book,
Dad, I wasn’t wrong, a child was sobbing,
If book isn’t lying,
I am also not lying.


Details | I do not know? | |

Building the Nest (2005)

You keep me going
The ocean is ice
But that won’t stop me rowing

All I want is the best
Every daily action is pre-thought
So you can settle comfortably in your nest 

The whole world I live in revolves around you
Building your future so bright
This is the least I could do 

For my unborn children 


Details | Tetractys | |

I Challenge You


I
Challenge 
You to stop 
Messing up the 
Planet. Recycle, it’s not hard to do.
No more litter should be done. The earth
Is sick. The oz-
One layer
Has a huge
Hole in
It.
Ice 
Caps are
Melting the
Oceans are get-
Ting saltier. Species of plants and an-
Imals are dying. Natural disa-
Sters are more fre-
Quent. This should 
Cause your
Heart
To 
Soften
Seeing us
Mess up the earth,
Really bothers me. I hope that it does
The same action to you. That is why I
Challenge you to
Stop messing 
Up the 
Earth.


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Driving Home

      eyes          eyes

In the Headlights- wide
The clacking of feet on the ground,
Mad dash for the Tick-filled ditch.

         You

Alone, oblivious until-
The very last second
When You            wrench
The wheel
Left
Not knowing where You’re going,
Just Not into that Sillouhette.

Car       Road     Him

A moan escapes the lips of Both.
For One, it is of Agony.
For the other, it is of relief.
        
      eyes          eyes

In the Headlights- wide
As You crawl out of Your car
Into the Tick-filled ditch
To see him stride away 
Nonchalantly into the darkened field.


-RED


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The Opening of Young Minds

A novel or short story is always more formal
But, here now’s a poem of the paranormal
There are a few theories beyond understanding
Well, as so many say, “Seeing is believing!”

A night as a youngster with friends all around
Telekinesis revealed, for skeptics abound
Doubts set aside, proof right before eyes
No wires, no mirrors; a gift in disguise?

A life-changing event, so simple in stature
Reveals hidden truths around us in nature
Skeptics and doubters would still seek and search
They would pick up the vase and peer at its perch!

In the end there’s only one thing they could think
It’s funny how knowledge can bring one to the brink
Magic is real reckons the newly opened mind
Stringent rules of physics will no longer bind!

It seemed such a wonder there in the night
A mind reeled and a soul gave up the fight
Concepted world to never again be the same
Take it as it comes voted the name of the game!

Do you believe in this story? Not that it matters,
For truth sometimes comes to us on silver platters
How hard must it hit you before you realize
Some mysteries are real, but hidden from our eyes.


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Light Energy

Distinctive deliverance,
Man has no abstract control.
Nature takes in importance.

Will nature, man ever collaborate.


Note Parise Pariku 


Written for
Sponsor ^Rick Parise 
Contest Name Parise Pariku 


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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return






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Conflict of Heart

What love demands so high a cost
That this winged troubador wandering wide
Finds no rest, nor precious paradise lost
In cool valley or sunny mountain side
The miles grow longer each empty day
But flowers few are suddenly gone away

And fickle females finds them fresh 
And littered in their rooms and brazen arms
Cuddled against fragile desire of flesh
Vanity matches with their fleetive charms
O yet it is allergy season, these will in decay
Define our human reason to the honey bee dismay

Where have all the flowers gone is not a song
It is a complaint against the killing of trees
And the barren earth where once rose bush throngs
It is love of self that robbed the mumbling bees
Spoil the troubadours song, and saddens day
The flowers are gone and no butterflies play

Let lovers give themselves as true and only gifts
And heal the broken hearts that bitter on lips
Wail the callous countless cluster of human rifts
The bitter wine that sweet love often sips
Love is the gift of self, let flowers freely stay
And the honey troubadors sing their songs all May. 


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Chores late 70's

Says the child to herself
put the toys upon the shelf
thus when mother comes to see
she will give her praise to me
Get up , get dressed and comb my hair
she'll be sure to look and stare
and as she does stand agape
I'll proceed to clean my nape
with socks and shoes upon my feet
she will surely know I'm neat
Sweep my room and make the bed
I'll have her spinning in the head
flush the toilet , take a bath
it's positive to make her laugh
Clean my plate and wash the dishes
I suppose would fill her wishes
Wash the laundry fold it up
feed the cat and brush the pup
Play outside and wipe my feet
pick up garbage and change the sheet
and supposing I do thus
Do you think she'll stop her fuss
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | ABC | |

angel

A is for apple her favourite food.
N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer.
G is for green her favourite colour.
E is for easter her favourite holiday.
L is for lilly her  favourite flower.


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Woods

I walk towards the woods
                       green and deep
Once inside I find it hard to sleep
What an illusion the woods do give
of being green and being neat
Since deep inside animals sleep
                        waiting till night
that's when they eat
I lie and I watch
              see shadows in the dark
My mind becomes fuzzy
              my body scared
I see a large -- large bear
              standing in the night
He approaches my tent
               from the right
grips my shoulder
               rolls me over
my eyes blur with fright
the bear growls
                It's just me son
       it's daddy


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There's No Place Like Home

the great sand bubbler
watches incoming ribbed tide
from burrows back home


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Riddle

The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small

Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail

Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability

You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way

Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt

With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me

The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth

The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife

You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve

I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain

Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower

Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true

Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath

Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale

Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife

source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Boy Are You Slow

look ancient creatures
marching through millennia
at slow steady pace








Tribute To Turtles  LOL


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HOURGLASS

.......HOURGLASS
When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;

the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;

all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.

The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson


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Harmony

Oh beloved dear one , sing to me your song
its caress to rest     my ears to fall thereon
the tenor of its soothing     balm unto my heart
from its intonation           wish never I to part
 
Break the mold beloved           to the high exalt
sing about true justice        compared to mans default
take true aim with words              designations mark
lift them from their misery      with the divine spark
 
Your skill of composition           compliments of sound
where breathes a truth       in stories  made renown 
highlight their intentions      for the cause you wish effect
pointed the veracity     that leads to circumspect
 
Take elements of history         a tale told in note
outline in detail         its morality in wrote
expressed is your ability          the mind to mesmerize
where realities of men's      behavior brought to size
 
Accompany with melody     instruments design
harmonize those tones            and tales ultimately fine
your songs can lead          one to the right conclusions
break the chords       wrapped with mankind's illusions
 
Oh beloved Bard      your ballad sets me a sail
a chronicle of joy         or those that we bewail
from you shall I never           turn away my ear
its narration and aria           brings recitals near
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream


From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes


Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug


So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice




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Frailty

How I wish to drink the wine of joy with you
feel the brush of fingertips upon my cheek
to spread a picnic feast within the wilderness
what lies within my heart to plainly speak
 
But raised was I upon a planets prison
and to will of others made was I a slave
with eyes cast to the floor and verbal beating
the road to fear of man did abuse pave
 
I want to run barefoot         on green grass carpets
and prowl                  the mountain ranges like a cat
wing my way                         upon the trails ridges
and know no violence will me to attack
 
Twelve times faced I death and yet I'm living
I've escaped intent        and accidents of chance
like those who consider all          unforeseen occurrence
that the unwary can be              caught by circumstance
 
I've made my way this far         only by reason
four reasons          gave the choice for me to live
I've had no time to consider                      my emotion
nor thought about a need         for love did give
 
I've given vent to mans neglect and violence
for no different do I find inself my own
when I look at the reflection in the mirror
no change to our past can we atone
 
All those who consider justice and affliction
the pathways of thought and all her tracks
many millennia's of history have we written
the investigation of the goodness mankind lacks
 
The ever present war              within our nature
affected by our fight          or flight of reason
the stake to posterity                 is high and costly
far to often we are weak     to logics treason
 
For all have fallen down       before true glory
not a single one hasn't failed               his own thought
for everyone has placed        for himself standards
and in his own failures                 is he caught
 
For in Justice , Love and Wisdom there is Power
in the cosmos is ordered laws           that we can see
but not one single human         who is existing
can keep the perfection    of Love flawlessly
 
So occasionally I will have to ask             for your forgiveness
and hope you love enough           to set me free
for even if I think           I might know better
I have found in all of us            this frailty
 
I want to tell you I am stronger               when you are near me
I have found in you something       that in myself I lack
I never knew that              getting any closer
would provide the desire            to return  back
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller


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That Voice Of Mother Earth..A-crying

The world is Dying…
Mother Earth Is Crying...
"Man, man, man…
You have caused me much pain…
Even if I rain hailstones on him...He is still stubborn"...

"Man, Man, Man…
You cut down my Hard Grown Forests …Without replanting them,
You Plunder My Breasts spilling my precious Milk…	
Keeping My Marine Offspring In Extinct Extinction,
You Flare Gas into the Air, Making this same Air your Main life 
Source Thinner and Thinner, Destroying My Ozone layer"...

"You Manufacture harmful chemicals which you use as Refrigerants 
And for foam production these same deplete the Ozone layer…
Hear ye! Hark ye! Woe betides you for burning my forests…
See the charred evidences...So Much Natural Life In Jeopardy…
Your Over-Zealousness has plundered the Wildlife I granted True Bliss… 
They are now unsafe and close to extinction…
I will withhold my anger for a short time and Look on..
But When Thy Cup Of Sin Filleth..Not Even My Creator Will Withold My Fury..
I am MOTHER EARTH!"


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Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Puzzle Man

            Puzzle Man

Sex is sex with connections
According to “them”, chemistry plays a part
There are a lot of ins and outs, ups and downs with coitus
It has been suggested certain parts are needed for functionality
Utilization of external & internal parts might be required
Facts of life in accordance with birds and bees philosophy

“They” say it’s all about relations, (perhaps aided by vibrators or vibrations)
There are 3 kinds of sex;
1.)	Playing by oneself with one self
2.)	Sex between 2 persons
3.)	Orgies? Or morgies? Or mortgages?  (ménage a trios might fit this 
category) 
I’m confused about mortgages and it does not sound like fun
Then there’s sex with animals but that’s just wrong    
  
Commitment plays another part, free will with honor, monogamy
Other people pay for it. (Don’t get lost. Stay focused.  We’re talking sex.)
                      A business transaction, that comes with or without diseases

Trying not to be litigious
“They” also say other things regarding human beings and sex
Compatibility, social, economic, religious components weigh in

All is well with puzzle man….if he has a home, a job, a car
The car, as far as we know, always trumps a bike when dating
Competition is healthy in relations “they” say 

Parties involved in coitus know
Sex doesn't happen on its own
One must be properly lubricated and maintained 
Like an auto or chu chu train
I imagine it must be like a banana penetrating a donut
Not a savory sight
Again…. You need a home, or shopping cart, or car
Even up in a tree will do if you’re in the mood
To be accomplished
Reading books on what parts fit with other parts is desirable
They say the most important thing about such things is love
I wouldn't know about such things
It’s all a puzzle to a little man like me 
I only have a bicycle you see so sex is out of the question
Also, I’m only 3
Mother is about to bathe me
She had better keep her hands to herself
I want to figure these things out alone and by myself
  


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Lizzard Drinking Dew

The lizzard slowly
Approached  dew drop on leaf
Saw his reflection


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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


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Untitled #298 / The cosmic ray-detector

The cosmic ray detector lies
dormant in the corner, as it has remained for half a year
but, ah, cosmic rays still penetrate the walls of our classroom,
just as the morning sun quietly filters in through the door-window,
passing unnoticed through my body at lightspeed


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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN ATMOSPHERE

I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed. 

Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.

Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable, 
tamping volatility of oxygen: it’s able

to combine with hydrogen (that’s also in my make up).
Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up.

Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day:
vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say.

I wonder why I don’t glow multicoloured in a storm:
my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm.

If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky.
I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique

Would suffer greatly from affliction. He’d become mundane,
and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane.

I’ve also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2, 
and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you

from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured.
It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured.

I’m moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat
while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that:

north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin.
Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.


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Dust Devils

Round and round they go,
Hands criss-crossed in the middle
Of school yard whirl winds.


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True Camel's

On African deserts you must be wary,
Of the famous one humped Dromedary.
He is jealous of his Asian brother,
Who has that hump and then another!

That Bactrian camel (the one with two humps)
Must slow way down when crossing bumps!
When those humps hit they go, "Ker-Splatt!"
Did you know those things are filled with fat?

Bactrian camel's are handsome guys,
With long thick brows around their eyes!
With those two humps and pretty faces,
They're very popular at the oasis!

So that's the story of True Cammel's
That happy, humpy desert mammal.
On any desert you should be wise,
Park your car and ride these guys!

Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson

Karma
Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson


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Rockfield Road

 Rockfield Road
   
 
A blend of northern grasses fields 
a forest of homestead trees; the saplings, 
long overcome by maturity, bear witness
to the prayer of Native sons; to give back 
what you take from Mother Earth.

In the midst of this green-crowned bark, 
a sacrificial altar of oak remains; 
its once tall spine gives strength
to the walls that house my children. 
a beauty lost to hearth from need.

One over-populated crab apple, 
draws deer at dusk and dawn. 
Thank God for a pre-set Mr Coffee, 
and a strangulated teapot 
for morning routines, 
worked in first light,cease, 
as the four-legged creatures near. 
I smile, as the collective intake 
of breath is held and released
without accompanying speech.

Breaking the moment to be on time
for artificial satisfaction, 
is not the legacy I choose 
to leave my children. 

 
 


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Sad

Seasonal
Affective
Disorder

When
Evening

Night
Eventually
Ends
Disporportionally sooner

Lights
Inside needed
Great outside light diminished
Help needed
To end sad

(SAD is an illness that some people have when they don't get enough light in 
the winter and some people have an additional illness to getting too much 
light in summer which causes depression.)


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Cloud

Mass
liquid
condensed
in atmosphere
sky.

Cloud
color
from vapor
and refracted
light.

Four
classes
make up clouds
Low, Middle and
High.

More
exist
as plasma
and gas far from
sight.

Two
classes
stratus and
cumulus are
they.

The
stratus
layered, the
cumulus, pile
shaped.

High
clouds reach
far above
wispy, icy
faint.

Low
Clouds live
close to ground
in a foggy
taint. 

In
between
the middle
clouds, say moisture
soon.

The
last clouds
vertical
up-current, and
cool.

Clouds
can go
fast or slow
thunderstorm clouds
set,

a
speed of
60 miles
per hour at
best.

High
clouds which
ride a jet
stream move faster
still.

Ice
crystals
form as snow
in the freezing
chill.

Light
descends
discharged
from cumulus
hosts.

When
static
charges
cloud and ground make
bolts.

Rain
is born
sea moisture
dispelled and
packed.

Fall
and give
life to all
then repeat the
act.

Earth's
surface
cools by way
of giving off
heat.

At
night
cooler air
from sea makes a
breeze.

The
cloud looks
down upon
the world it has
kept,

with
water
nourishment
as our blanket
spread.


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EPOCHS OF WOMANHOOD

Epochs of womanhood

1 VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?

2 YOUTH

Her blue eyes, 
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to a bright solar beam, 
Her limbs tender,
Her waist slender. 
Nature bares the Truth 
Of full-blown-flower of Youth!

3 MOTHERHOOD

Her grown up face, 
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome, 
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest, 
Restless, though happy she seems, 
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweeter from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!

4 MENOPAUSE

Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, 
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine, 

Her flabby shriveled breast, 
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!! 

Dr.Hemant Vinze


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A Defeated Commander,

Human,
A defeated commander,
Failed to protect,
Human civil rights.
Women and children,
Or innocent are his targets.
Seeking a shelter,
In the nest of a devil shelter,
When he doesn’t tolerate his neighour,
And dreaming peace,
To sacrifice life,
Under a logo of,’ A holy message’.
For achieving a heaven dream,
And befooling his master,
On the name of God,
When his devil spirit awakens,
And he sacrifices innocent Birds and animals,
To protect his God worship.
That is always rewarding him,
And really questioning on his status,
Are you really a human?
An owner of thoughts,
An owner of bloodshed,
An owner of cheat,
Perhaps,
Love never suits to him.
He was born for the purpose of Devil Spirit. 
He never trusted in any God,
Bargain is only his motive. 


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The Natural Man

Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads
the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose
that train of thought a garden of delight
but the problems of tomorrow life will choose
 
I'll have made my decisions life to change
like those who swear off a habits lent
but when I awake the flesh will rule
and for its desire time will be spent
 
I can tie my shoes not even thinking
the customs of my fathers not forget
every path of life is set before us 
but living without reasoning I'll regret
 
If I do not reflect upon all history
or upon the strand of life I live
I'm doomed to failure of its mystery
if attention to its standards I not give
 
But so embedded in my body its demands
that wars with my minds intelligence
though I know of carnalities commands
my will power will make light of its pretense
 
So only of my own needs will I seek
I'll not consider your life or your duress
for I only look upon the man in mirror
and of all its lies I'll not confess
 
My focus will be only what I can see
its mind not be shaped by what I do
for the spirit belonging to the carnal man
will never seek or rely upon what's true
 
I will flatter myself and you with praise
I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness
unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor
or to fill what is empty I'll not address
 
With assertions of the common beliefs invoke
for upon my peers I lavish jest
what's intricate has likely suffered broke
for this is why you'll never see my best
 
I plan to fill my life with pleasures song
for the universe cares not about my grave
there is no such thing as right or wrong
so with merriment I choose my road to pave
 
Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense
the struggle of its strife too hard to fight
I have no shield for all my lacks defense
in all of this I've failed my own insight
 
I will speak to you as though I really care
but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend
because of course all know life's not fair
like all actors only my role will I defend
 
So there you have it a nutshell
If I do any good at all I'll want its praise
for I have set to establish my own glory
and to be written on your memory my days
 
source 1Cor 2:14  , but read the whole chapter
Romans 10:3
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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TAKE SOME STEPS


                       TAKE SOME STEPS




                 Let not fear control your life
                regardless of any strife or figurative
                knife and be neither a puppet nor a victim
                of any kind

                 If a talking horse and his owner can
                overcome fear with out beer anyone can-
                there is no need for a pan but to push 
                forward

                 The proverbial match has been lit
                you have to hatch a plan soon and take
                some steps or burn-the best decisions
                are never made hastily nor selfishly


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The Fat Lady Winges (2005)

She starts of winging
Then cries of binging
She puts on more weight
And throws me slate
Neurotic fat lady can’t see me for who I am
I’m a woman who’s a sheep but looks like a lamb
I don’t call her fatty so why call me bones
If I fight back she’ll cry over ice cream cones
Some are naturally slim and some are fuller
Sometimes it’s uncontrollable like your colour 
Stop picking on me and sort out your own weight
I have food and not guilt in my plate
It’s in my genes so argue with God
I’m not anorexic my metabolism is odd


I’m not under of over weight; I’m muscular, lean and slim –naturally 

poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


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Scammed

We    have been cheated
         of watching     the mist   on the mountains
of the        every day joys
        living by waterfalls       and mountain fountains
of nature in all of her 
        majesty        in daily display
Civilization      has     broken
        a      pristine earth      in play
to live        in the system
        built of tar     and cement
the struggle for its money
        upon things     it is spent
My joy is where lakes
                        and their water lilies bloom
where the prickly       cactus   grows
              and changing seasons     in each room
when the clouds        are  blown
              like feathers           about           in the wind
where our              considerations think
               left to men           it will end
Will you             miss the blue parrot
              neon yellow        chickadee 
gone      the toad           golden
              likely    too soon            will the bee
the dance          of        courtships
              where        flocks       move to mate
as         the corporations          poisons
              their death             is its fate
So  many         dead zones
              now exist           in our seas
left to those     who now        govern
              the worlds     bounties       now seize
If you           expose          them
             you could           disappear
passed            executive           orders 
             now     make       this law       clear
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Zenith

Stand above sea level, rise as earth shifts.
Watch the land bow, amidst continental drifts.
All that you surround lie in shadows below.
Here hills on active ground, climb to heaven and snow.
These massive creations, are born from plates underneath.
Pushing together, they force the earth up until the mountain has peaked.
The highest of these is mount Everest almost 9 thousand feet to the sky.
Although Ecuador's Chimborazo peak is farthest from Earth's warm inside.
Some mountains are born of volcanoes an opening from within earth's core.
From these cuts in the crust of the earth gases, and ashes spew forth.
And with them come rivers of lava, molten rock, liquid light.
It covers great distances in strides at 2000 °F.
Solidified, it is igneous rock and this can form the base.
Even from the ocean floor and now an island is made.
At the summit the weather is different there.
The air is quite thin, so ascend with great care.
It is cold and water and life may be scarce.
But the view from above is a sight worth a stare.
24% of the Earth is shaped,
and taken by mountains, and that is ok,
For human beings like you and I,
rely on the water that flows from up high.
Oh, mountain, the landscape you decorate,
is a wonder for eyes to behold.
It is hard to believe, that one such as thee,
could fall to the clock and erode.
But for now, these mountains stand proud,
and will be here to keep our perspective.
That we all have our role, that this earth has a soul,
-and I think it is best we respect it.


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I See Spots

northern spotted owl
could better serve species - than
dying in the wild








Tribute To 
The Spotted Owl


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Oh My God

grand canyon viewing
red orange yellow granit stone
woven by the Gods


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A Concept of progress

The world has this development,
The cause of their thinking,
They know how to use brain,
Why has a mind this power?
Development for an Idea.

As a seed, that shoots,
Grass, shrubs, plants and trees.
A needle or a space shuttle,
Only a cause of an idea,
Human travels with this concern.

Experience, knowledge and education,
A cause only for idea,
How a person can develop,
And progress individually,
Society hopes cooperation and peace.

Unity a tact of growth,
Enjoyment smoothness in flow,
Entertainment is encouragement,
A concept of progress,
So idea can move in its way.


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Money

With muse in hand
How do I make one understand

I love colors of shaded green
Does not make me nasty or mean

For it's in our lakes
And even in things that we bake

It 's canvass for our trees
Even sometimes stains on our knees

There's hues of bladed grass
Where we have all plop our ass

Even passing clouds
Looking purified and aloud

So here I'll stand and raise a toast
To the color green on money who everyone loves the most





















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The Charge of the Plight Brigade

Class assignment: continue a famous line someone else has corrupted
(with more corruption)


Into the valley of Meth
Rode the six hundred
Who would not ride out

Their faces pale, their figures gaunt
"We've found it," they said
And so they did

Searching for the greatest gifts
In the deepest shadows
They kept onward

It was waiting there
Shining in the darkness
Their last reward.


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I'm Very Passionate

my bleeding heart - pumps
purple passion just for you
drip drip drip drip drip






Tribute To 
Bleeding Heart Flowers
So Dainty But Beautiful


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A wise person

A thief is always wise,
Who steals others goods.
A criminal person is always wise,
Who knows about law and punishment?

A corrupted person is always wise,
He knows that what is he doing?
A smuggler is always wise,
He knows that why is he doing?

If a person is educated and trained,
How can we deny, he is not wise?
A terrorist is always wise,
He knows that what is his motive?

Over the centuries a person is robber,
Over the centuries a person is criminal,
Over the centuries a person is dishonest,
Over the centuries a person is intelligent.

A person killed another person for his victory,
A person raped another person for his revenge,
A person exploited another person for his benefit,
At last when a person dies what was his benefit?

A fight for his dignity, grace and honour,
A Religion, language, land and a race,
Traditions, differences are still unsolved matter,
What is wisdom of a person if he is ignorant? 


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Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?


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A GOOD DESCISION

                            A good wish often changes nothing
                          however a good decision generally changes
                          most everything 

                            But not all decision are good even though they may 
                          seem to be- did you know you are being followed by a bee?

                              A good decision is right but to know if a plan is
                           a good one takes more than twelve to two hundred
                           and eighty eight hours- hasty decisions tend to have 
                           bad results so behave and clear up whatever is on your
                           mind: you just might end up making a better decision than
                           the one you had in mind


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Convicted

Treacherous fingers of discontent 
Threaten to strangle my dreams 
And stifle my right to existence. 
I stumble over vicious words, 
Fueled by spite and the rage 
Of misinterpretation, 
Designed to challenge my intent. 
I was summarily dismissed, 
Labeled a fraud, 
And relegated into obscurity; 
Judged guilty of a crime 
I did not commit. 
Yet, I remain loyal 
To my convictions 
As I expose myself, 
Welcoming the scrutiny 
Of those who would not 
Understand me; 
Steadfast and devoted 
To honoring the truth 
In perpetuity. 


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A Choice of Likelihood,

Contradictory,
Matters or things,
A choice of likelihood,
Whatsoever,
Colours and features,
Appeals personally,
Nevertheless,
Contradiction never ends.
Quality or standard maintains us,
Manners or attitudes,
Developed or deteriorates,
Individually,
A personable status becomes target,
Where a person understands living,
And struggles to find a path,
A way of perfection,
Everything is moisturizing naturally,
Nothing is perfect,
That grows or burns always,
To maintain a balance,
That is only a path,
Progress or prosperity,
And peace can develop,
Where positiveness or negativeness,
Are on options to negotiate ideas.
Thoughts have only contradiction,
Complications for living.  


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ADEI AETHIOPIA

Adei Aethiopia

O thy glory,tell to the highest
Thou hast secrets of thee testament
Glory glory to the highest
Thou hast blessings and yellow harvest.
Once in the yellow moon
Ye, once in the yellow moon
Omega hath thirteenth month
Alpha hath the beginning
Yellow carpets rise, Maskal birds singing.
Glory to thee yellow carpet
Yellow flowers hath yellow planet.
Praise thy yellowness,sing along glory
Bless thy yellow sun Merry! Merry! Merry!
Aethiopia O Adei
Adei O Aethiopia
Millenium Africa!!


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Certain Notions About Earth

     Certain Notions About Earth
       
Oceans fill themselves with liquid pleasure
Storms corner the world to make it spin
Fires feed themselves with a desire to be the sun
Deserts take their time to sort through sand
Grains get in the way of weather as they travel west
Certain winds move by themselves forever up
Lands shift but mostly hold objections down along tectonics faults
Grounds swallow rivers until saturated or full
But were made for walking, along with mountains
Thermometers can tell you this
That deep inside the core are metals molten red
Rocks get older with each period and each age
Trees hold the Earth in place and dream of greener days
Animals have their place
But that’s a lesson for another day


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Healthy Breath

he booked his holiday
once on a hill station
or nearest a ocean,
to enjoy healthy breath
to unload the tension of a job


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The Seven Wonders Of The Modern World

History talks about the Seven Wonders?
But look around what do you see
Our Seven Wonders of Modern times
Are all there for thee.

Many have been here for thousands of years
Given many a thought, many a fear
They are listed as i write them down

The first is life, a wonderful act
The womans body see's to that
The birth anew, is an incredible tact.

Number 2 on my list of Seven
Is Water, sent from Natures Heaven
Thats the Sky for you and me
Its Natures tears, as damp can be.

Number 3 on my list of Seven
Its Oxygen, the air were given
We inhale it in, in various ways
General days, and general plays.

Number 4 on my list of Seven
The Animals chosen for Natures Haven
Many a creature there appears to be
As big as a whale, as small as a bee.

Number 5 on my list of Seven
Is this World donated, no rentage given
All we have to do is this
Look after her, don't take the piss.

Number 6 on my list of Seven
Its our will to exist, create modern heavens
As cultures blend to mix their thought
Many pluses, never naughts.

Number 7 on my list of Seven
Its what's beyond Natures Heaven
We need to severely police us first, before our rockets make their burst
To pass our moon and reach the Stars, before we polute!!


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Meditations

All things you have made fine      in their season
the tendernesses of Love   the razor of our reason
hollowed out the canyons    where the waters fall
celestial lights above          beneath the crickets call
the tilt of cattails              swaying in the wind
golden heads of grain         awaiting harvest to begin
 
Dressed you have the cosmos           ever so brilliantly
every tree and snowflake             no two alike will ever see
no man within his lifetime          has every star he named
surrounded by this beauty          and still your name defamed
without amino acids                no living cells could form
repeating fractal multiples                    are natures patterns born
 
From the Rift unto the alpine         equator to atoll
hot spring forests to tundra       artic ice to freeze the pole
from furnaces of volcanoes            rises and archipelago
diversity in all nature           is geologies creative goal
Crystal caverns outback deserts        to our rolling dunes
around the planets circuits       are orbiting their moons
 
Every color     many hues                pastel to iridescent 
architecture in every room            the making of life pleasant
but mankind is filled with anguish               and acrid bitterness
the things they've chosen to pursue              is causing such distress
where character is more bankrupt        than a homeless man
the individual only ego              subjective is the every plan
 
Suffering among the nations      its depth difficult to express
world wide is the concern               we shall not escape its death
counting all the ages  man       has butchered his own kind
to control the the masses          do  religious leaders blind
It is your euology          we are seeking in our mind
seeking every path of truth       you wish us to find
 
Like our heartbeats               pulsing from within 
driving the force of visions         to their final end
made you have us           from the dust of earth
every living thing here        from this ground
                 did give its birth
 
Songs of your Sons ...
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Ecumenism

From Greek oikumene = the inhabited earth
The globe
Efforts to unify divided Christians

11302011


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Timber

if a tree fell - in
the forest - I wonder if
you could hear the sound ?








Tribute To
Our Timberland


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I Thought

I thought,
You are wise and intelligent,
I taught you a lesson of love.
I think,
I shall live a satisfactory life,
And you shall support me to plan,
Affordable memories.
Where I shall not waste my time for past,
I shall not be worrying about my future,
I shall enjoy my present,
And you shall learn to save my energy.
But you failed,
You ran after the shadows.
My absence provided you this opportunity,
You sold my trust to befool me.
You purchased a broken heart for me,
With full of pain and tears,
You burnt me in the heap of sighs.
Although society can award you,
You are wise and intelligent,
But I knew that,
You aren’t fit for any family relations.


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NATURE THE BEST TEACHER


The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)


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Foreign On Wind And Word

            Foreign On Wind And Word 

Tie down words in yesterday’s dilemmas, gondola soft
Send them off on feathers, light as weathers messengers 
What are words but air up there in winds
Let them fly, to catch a cold or flake of snow
Who knows, maybe reason will come through
Fog might melt, lift, revealing light, awakening
Words are known throughout the world for what they are
And what they say in cultures
China replicates everything including language
Sleep now, don’t worry, float away on granite minded clouds
That keep the spirit down and grounded
Society will fill in what’s missing
In China children open up to sing
Oppression is the only song they know 
What is that word I’m looking for?
Innovation!  Worth its weight in gold
Heavy up there in an atmosphere of words
When terms fall, crash, find their way into cracks
Like facts, open on fresh minds… Invention! 
Hard is the term, loud on the solid mountain when it falls
Comets, like words, come in a flash, linger there 
When children tie them down in streams of consciousness
Volcanic boys and girls do lava dances to be free
In China children eat their rice, glance, absorb everything
There is no way of holding back on nature
Tenacity!  Is a word.  Ingenuity!  Is another
They come in streams, in balls of string, tied together
Make sense of sentences
Don’t be afraid
They are only a group of words
Composing a complete thought
They represent the meaning
Assigned to them in any nation
Created to fill young minds


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LADY HATS AND PIN

they love style
its travel for miles
its like a show
as they walk and go
some have a wide grim
when there s a strong wind
they hats pull in
its  the
LADY HATS AND PINS


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A human never learns

(Dedicated to recent killings of Virginia Tech)

A Child,
When he was only eight,
Departed home forever,
And built a new home,
On a developed and secured place,
To grown up in a wealthy environment.
What was wrong in time or place?
Is a school n’t better place?
That he learned,
How can we utilise properly,
The cultivation of weapons?
What was wrong in our system?
We failed to transplant a new vision,
A vision of human development,
But we failed to learn,
A child was walking in his sleep,
Where a soldier has pointing on him.
What was the reason?
We failed to teach him a new lesson,
When I am watching at me, 
My sighs claimed,
That we killed one more innocent,
Who killed another 32 innocents.
The enlightenment was growing in the darkness,
Not only me, you was also a part of the system,
Where people served only injustice. 
Is this a lesson for developing human?


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Let Go

Let go
Ill crawl on my own. 

Let go
I’ll go down the slide.

Let go
I’ll make friends.

Let go
Ill ride my bike.

Let go
I’ll live my life.

Let go
I’ll do great, you’ll see.

Let go
Ill succeed and make you
Proud.

Just Let Go!


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Insecta

Run, run, run little animals, over sand, over rock,
everywhere, dragons fly, mantis, butterfly, ant and moth.
Beetle, grasshopper, bee and wasp,
insecta the class, to which you belong.
These are the insects, from sea to tree loft,
the most diverse and plentiful of all creatures walk.
Compound eyes can see far beyond mine,
in their ability to define fast movement and light.
An exoskeleton, in three parts divide,
offer protection as armor to a softer inside.
The head, boasts antennae, these sensitive organs,
feel vibrations, smell, and heat sources.
The thorax is next and from it, sprout legs,
some insects have wings and it's here their arranged.
The abdomen comes last, it is found in the back,
with reproductive organs and a digestive track.
What to eat? It depends, what mood are you in?
I know some feast one leaves, still others, humans.
Some insects enjoy other insects as food,
some prefer plants, almost anything will do.
There is quite a contrast in insect behavior,
at least 8 million species are uncharted in nature.
With life spans of hours to 50 years later,
they've walked 270 million years on this great earth.
And upon new arrival we'll see you as eggs,
and then you're a larva, a wormish-like stage.
-Or a maggot, or grub and then pupa comes after,
wherein your cocoon becomes your Alma mater.
And soon you progress from this metamorphosis,
fully dressed as and adult, you have developed.
And impressed are the creatures that gaze upon thee,
from colors of warning to palette’s from the trees.
We enjoy many treats your kingdom has conceived,
insects such as bees produce honey we eat.
We wear their creations like silk on our sleeve,
I do believe they recycle more than human beings.
So Blessed be these creatures all,
of big and mighty, tiny and small.
You are the most noble of finds in this life,
you make up in numbers, in heart, in pride,
in honor, in innocence, and everything inside,
for what you lack in size.


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Tiny Insects

Mosquitoes realises biting
when they are touching feet
when they touched an ear
a noise seems whistling anger
why have tiny insects attack?


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Fairy Nature

THIS POETRY IS WRITTEN IN 3 HAIKU/2 TANKA FORM, AND NOTES REFER TO SENSES.

I'm fairy nature,
come to collect fall's leaf wares
to help make a coat.


A coat of sunsets,
a last breath of summer's glow
to wrap up autumn.


I disguise myself
living amongst the woodlands,
squirrels, bugs, birds, bees.


Slowly with magic
I single handedly turn
the seasons over;

sweeping winds and driving rains,
giving nature rest till spring.


I nourish the land.
Autumn's blanket becomes crisp,
stark, white, purity,

I contrast, redecorate 
new, sleek, sexy, wavy tones.




AUTHOR NOTES

All 5 senses are expressed within this write, looking at touch, taste, sight, sound and smell.
'make a coat','wrap up' all indicate being touched or enfolded for warmth/protection...as does 
winter's 'blanket'
sounds - could be taken from the animals, and weather...'crisp' evokes sound also. 'rest'-
evokes quieter times...
smell - comes from earthy woodlands and fallen leaves, contrasted with freshness of icy or 
snowy air...
taste - evoked from 'nourish', 'last breath' of Autumn and new breath of winter air.
sight- comes from the autumn colours evoked from the 'sunset' and greens and browns 
of 'woodlands', 'sexy', purity of ice and snow, 'falls leaf wares' - reds, oranges, yellows and 
browns...


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NATURE'S INSPIRATION


The perching birds, in the branches sing,
Some are killed by atrocious hunting,
The observers bewail, the fellow-mates mourn,
A poem blooms by Nature’s inspiration. 

Buried in the seed a plant little, 
Obeying the Nature’s laws subtle,
Sprouts the seed to the call of the Sun,
A poem blooms by Nature’s inspiration.

Steady flows the stream, the brook babbles,
The blooming flowers, spread fragrance in the ambience,
The changing skies of the changing season,
A poem blooms by Nature’s inspiration.   


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I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks





Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest


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New Leaves will come over

Here and There,
Whatsoever where,
Everywhere the world is resting pain.
I paid cost of my cry.
As its natural development.

Life isn’t so cheap to live,
As I thought,’ human is a superb race’.
Crying heart, not only me,
A child, adult and old, 
Able or disable, everyone runs a race.

Sun arises and struggle awakes,
Body starts to pull,
The chariot of needs,
Human has billions to blast fire,
A man peeled off that was from the dirty skin,

Thousands bones and skin scattered in pieces,
Blood filled over as drops of rain,
A tree never looked at the bare branches,
Wind was blowing and leaves were fleeing away,
But a bird dreams, one day new leaves will come over.


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The Walking Legs

A stony land,
Ants,
And flies,
Crowded after hunger,
Lost thirst.
The heat wave,
Who frightened,
The walking legs,
Touched their aim. 


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No Life

What if there were no
schools, tv's, books, phones,
computers, teachers,
voices, religions,
money, or Bibles?

What if there were
no plants?  There would
be no air; no
inhalation.

What if there
was no sun?
or no moon?

There would
be no

life.


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Mother Nature's Son

in the midst of forlorn spirits
i seek refuge
goddess of weightless night
do you hear or see? 
or do i shout in vain?

a trickle for the nihilists
an ocean for the optimists
your promises of equality
empty promises and nothing more
but i won't have it this way
don't you see?
my heart is sullen, sewn shut
your black blood will not seep within
yet here i stand
beneath your branches
upon your fallen leaves
winter has come and gone
but your buds show no visible signs of rebirth

the brazen skies forsake this blade
but i will hold it steady to the roots
if you will not fight with me
then i shall fight against you

...long ago i wasn't much like this
a father, a mother, a childhood
but the thickness of the flame
engulfed us, not myself alone
everything i've cherished
a teenhood so unscorned
and an education so learned
a wife and child and home
all of my own
but the thickness of the flame
engulfed them, and it engulfed my birthrite
my very meaning towards life

so what shall i do?
watch as you too are whittled away
like so many villages i've razed
speak to me! tell me that which i must know!
and forgive me for what i've done
and what i may do...

...i'm a fool
i will remove my blade and wait
i cannot force this
like they forced me
so i will sit with no anger nor vengeance
clouding my intentions
i will sit here and wait
within the womb of your trunk
even if i am to turn to stone
and erode to dust

i will wait for your whispers on the wind
to touch my lips and ease my mind to sleep


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A Challenge for all

Life is a challenge?
Where a challenge is for all?
A man is challenging to others.  
An animal is challenging to others.
A bird is challenging to others.

Their nature, attitudes and hobbies,
Those are cooperative or misunderstood,
They feel jealous and enjoy love,
They hate eachother and frustration,
Challenged them to fight eachother.

They love their memories,
They love their homes,
They love their needs,
They love their efforts,
They like to enjoy their lives.

They like to feel sorrows,
They like to enjoy happiness,
They like to share pains,
They like to consult eachother,
But still they love their privacies.

When nature threats them,
They unite to fight for survive,
They collect their sources to share,
They show their sympathy and mercy,
They also forgive grudges when are in crisis.


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The Heat

Sweet and salty,
Bittersweet,
That time of year everyone's ready for the heat.
From Alaska to Florida,
California to Maine,
In teens and kids,
A time to celebrate.
School's out for now,
Gone are the books,
Late night crunch time,
And early risings.
For three months its swimming,
Sleepovers and camping.
It's summer time, baby!


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Butterfly

Butterfly
Above the flowers
Kissing the soft petals
Sucking the taste of love
Butterfly


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A Mother's Love

Dear Children of the Earth,

I am in you as you are in me.
We are interwoven divine humanity.
Together, you and I are the tapestry,
The weave of sun, earth, air, and sea.

I love you, my children, so very much.
You are my hope.  In you I do trust.
I am a living being not meant to be abused.
Will I live much longer the way I am used?

Only through my children shall I live and expand.
Help me now to be the Mother shining and grand.
Without your help, there is no hope for me.
I need you as I love you.  My tears are the sea.

When you are sad and hurt, I am too.
I am your Mother; that’s what Mother’s do.
When you are angry, I flare up and I roar.
When you are disappointed, I cry even more.

When you need cheering, I remove the clouds.
In joy, I share the miracle of the rainbow so proud.
Today, the pain in my heart is wrenchingly deep.
You turn your head from me even as I weep.

Do you love yourselves enough to love me?
Am I not more important than making money!
You bomb, drill, and batter my skin and my flesh.
There’s no thought for me.  My heart cannot rest.

Wake up my children, I desperately need you.
Wake up!  And stop the pain and abuse.
For my dear children, what is happening to me
Is happening to you. Take a look; you will see.

Love me again and my forest will grow lush and tall.
Love me again and restore balance to the seas and rainfall.
My children, can you not see I am a replica of you?
The larger reflection of your own inner brew.

Weather, my children, is your reflection mirrored by me.
If there’s drought, tap into your emotions and cry a sea.
When floods rage, it’s time to check in with your Spirit.
Are you busy with daily routine?  Is there no time to hear it?

If tornados and high winds blow your top, look to your ego.
Observe if your mental processes are telling me, “NO!”
When forest fires seethe out of control, you can be sure.
Spirit is crying out, “I must make the land again pure.”

Together we can change.  We can make a difference.
I extend my mother’s heart to you in complete deference.
We must believe we can change.  I can when you do!
My body is dying, and it can only be saved by you.

I will always love you, no matter what.  That’s what mother’s do.
Love yourself no matter what; so that our love will be reflected anew.
I love my beautiful being.  I love my children.  I love myself – The Earth.
My fate is in your hands, my children.  Will you give me a new birth?

Your Mother, The Earth


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O! LORD! I VENERATE YOU!!


Born deformed,
Dejected, crippled,
A child has talent,
Is extremely intelligent.
Wisdom upon the handicapped,
Bestowed by You,
O! Omnipotent Lord!
I venerate You!!

The delicate colours,
The enticing fragrance,
The beautiful roses,
Though laden with thorns!
Beauty in adversity,
Created by You,
O! Omnipotent Lord!
I venerate You!!

The rainbow spectacular,
The lightning splendour,
The countless stars,
The endless universe,
The resplendent Truth,
Created by You,
O! Omnipotent Lord!
I venerate You!!



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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


Details | Senryu | |

Seasons

There are five of them
Summer, winter, spring, fall and
The blessing season.


Details | Free verse | |

God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

The labels

When the labels all out tuned to words
A seduction out fumes to poets
A creaming skim of out reach worlds
In witty writing as dove doth
A firm flight beyond the world's known
Yet gently glides in the sky of learned
The weathest of men are not those wit clone
Verily, on all things, words are bim
And the titles of time are all plead
a die now or a die later is but a die
The words i label, come not of high sea
But the ink that all eyes see


Details | Quatrain | |

organic industrial

rusted, busted, inorganically crop-dusted
hand-made on our very own assembly-line
low-flying tear-crying, cut-rate-buying
fair-trade-priced, but still...real fine

garment sweat-shop, Tex-Mex field crop, 
Civilization Inc. prophets chanting it up
workin' twelve hour days 'til you drop
drinking Cool-(Inc.)-aid from corporate cup

the ol' family farm is right in the box
ol' Bessie's mooing fer all she's worth
sounding par per share of preferred stocks
increasing quarterly statements net girth

consume we must, as our numbers grow larger
we're either counted victor or the victuals
we consume awhile or face early departure
incorporating civilization's declared rituals

how many human souls can one world hold?
how many other species get a place here too?
how can we temper our needs uncontrolled?
how can we help Mother Earth get through?

© Goode Guy 2012-02-11


Details | Blank verse | |

A Fight for Land

When I were a child,
I always thought,
Perhaps this home is dependent,
It will not work without my parents.

One day came, my brother get married,
He gets separated and he was a father,
My sister gets married and she was a mother,
One day came I was also a family man.

I have seen very early mother was died.
Later after father was also expired,
The children, they care eachother,
They have a fight for a share.

When my father was alive,
He also has a fight after my grandpa,
He also got a share of land and wealth,
But all left behind for a children’s fight.

If my father got it after a fight,
Why he left further for a fight,
Who knows how many owners?
Owned this land before my father.

Who will solve these complications?
Are my children also having a fight?
After my death, they shall kill eachother,
For a land that nobody owns it.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Nature

The beauty of the early dawn,
Make all feel active as sportive fawns;
The dew drops shine in the lawn-
But as the Sun grows its beauty is gone.

The heat of Summer, the chill of Winter-
The rains mekes the river flow faster;
During Autumn the sky is clear;
But the spring's beauty is even nicer.

The freshness of rose,the majesty of mountains-
The shallowness of lakes and the depth of oceans-
And the mute beauty of insane flowery lanes,
Enthall even the greatest men.

The breeze of the quite trees;
Fills us with comfort sweeping our minds free;
The movements of the clouds show us kingly gaits,
Making us realise we are not what makes our fates.

The scene of a snow covered peak,
And the strength of the woods of teak,
The white colour of snow flakes ,
Prettier the world thus it makes.

Oh! Nature's beauty, Nature's power,
To it humans are meek creatures;
Continuously does its blessing's shower;
Let's vow to make it nice , lovely and gayer. 



Details | Haiku | |

Your Going To Get A Good Whooping

amidst raised marsh land
whooping cranes forges ahead
probing with their bills


Details | Tanka | |

This Sounds Corny { Tanka}

bounty of the earth
come ye thankful people come
for it is autumn
and the leaves are coming down
run run sweet John Barley Corn





Entry To 
Kristin Reynolds 
Autumn Tanka Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Demons (2005)

My demons are not dead yet
The come alive when I wake up from bed
Everyday is a battle
Facing an audience I rattle
Questions on the spot
Oh a whole class I forgot
My confidence breaks to a frequent low
When ever I find it my demons seem to know
I wish they would die
Its up to me to kill so I can fly 


june 2005 - about my new job


Details | Free verse | |

True Nature

When alone, we die
When lonely, we die
We long for deep longings
We long for in-depth relatedness
Deep longings
In-depth relatedness
Are vital to our humanness.

At the higher level
There is no otherness
At the lower level
There is no  oneness
Everyone, an integral part
Everyone, an important part
Of another yet bigger part
Of another yet better part.

Let thrive together
Or let die together
Let grow
From one another's growth
Let be great
From one another's greatness.

Let improve our own self
By improving others' self
There is no greater pleasure
Than exploring our true nature
Than caring for our true nature.


Details | Cinquain | |

Mr.Sprinkles {Cinquain}

                                                         raindrops
                                                   liquid moisture
                                               combusted air droplets
                                     shattered drewery alone weeping
                                                        sprinkles


Details | Free verse | |

Why was I shocked?

When a person got a shock,
A film acrossed into a mind,
To identify the truth,
I watched in television, I were shocked,
When a Hindu group provoked valentine Day.

Also burnt a skeleton of Saint Martin,
My mind touched known and unknown,
A Tragic gaps of human development,
They tacked my sleep in pain,
Why did I so shock?

Mary was pregnant,
But nobody touched her,
Nobody raped her.
She got a Birth, ’Lord Jesus’
He is known the son of God.

He sacrificed for him,
To establish the image of God,
Justice and equality,
Liberty and fraternity,
Faith and worshipping.

But in Mahabharta,
Kunti also got a baby Karan,
Nobody raped and touched her body,
Her lover was a divine ‘SUN,
His warrior son was accepted as untouchable.

He has his fight against insult,
Equality was a matter for him,
When Kunti realised herself ‘a mother,
He sacrificed himself for Pandavs.
Lord Krishna failed to identify ‘Karan’.

Lord Shiva didn’t touched ‘Anjani,
He dropped simon in her Ear,
With a support of a Bamboo stick,
She got a baby, ‘Hanuman’
He supported Lord Rama to win Lord Rawana.

In Ramayana, when Hanuman, 
He went to search Sita,
Sita got her Pregnancy,
Lord Rama banished Sita
And denied, ‘She hasn’t got her Child’.

But Lord Rawana also denied,
He didn’t touched Sita,
Who was unknown person who met to Sita,
He was Hanuman,
But history didn’t reckon his face.

Nature always delivered,
A message of God when human denied him,
He served natural disasters,
Or He sent Prophets with his message,
God never born himself; what is a distinction?


Details | Haiku | |

You Looking At Me

                                                       visitors flood park
                                            capture giraffe in marshland
                                                      looking down at them


Details | Blank verse | |

Alligators

Beware from alligators,
A notice board was hanged,
Outside the pond,
And water was very quiet.

I tried to look around,
I haven’t seen any alligator,
But suddenly an animal came,
And bend to drink water.

I have seen a giant alligator,
Attacked on an animal,
But a poor animal has lost his life,
But board was still hanging.

I have seen thousands alligators,
In white clothes but never seen, 
Any notice board, is system so worst?
They are sucking bribery who noticed.


Details | Haiku | |

Flowers

They're on big trees.
They're pollinated by bees.
Smallest parts are seeds.


Details | Free verse | |

Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


Details | Tanka | |

A pool of smoke

Fresh Air blows
to touch the high chimneys
and fell downs
in a pool of smoke
and flew above as clouds


Details | Rhyme | |

Tenets written 1980

Who is the one that is able to see
what is now , happening to me
are you hearing what they say
as they walk God's loving way
I feel it won't change
it's always been the same
when I wake tomorrow
I will yet feel the pain
does anybody really care
I have yet to see
How can I ever learn
how that I should be
Books there are sharing
Lectures many on Love
but I have yet to find
a human tender as a dove
Hands as soft as velvet
Words as gentle as a stream
sensitivity to my feelings
that I've never seen
This is Gods forsaken land
the shallow depths , the heart of man
a babbling brook and empty store
provisions gone and stocked no more
Why hold we to theses concepts dear
when to men's hearts
they are not near
To some who seek these tenets
that belong this reality
the hope lies in the future
that change will come to be
 
written following slander
by those professing to
hold Truth dear......
I am so over it now
but my thinking that
those who profess to
follow Jesus need to
be more careful about
displaying what they
BELIEVE as God can
see us
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Global Warming Goblins

 



 The Global Warming Goblins 
 were gruesome 
sneaky creatures
and there are movies 
featured with these 
creatures
they 'd often spread
gruesome tales 
just to scare
they didn't care
like tales of dying whales...
and dying polar bears...
They'd pretend
to like nature .
They'd pretend 
to like humans
Yet, the gruesome
sneaky goblins
blamed them for the strife
they set out to hurt humans 
for the rest of their life.

Crunch! Gobble! Crunch!

"The earth will melt-they'd shout!"
And many more lies spread about!

"The earth will burn!"
"The  earth won't turn!"      

      Lies, Lies, Lies !

" Serve us or lose your  head!"
"For if you don't, you will dread.!"

 Crunch! Gobble ! Crunch!   


Copyright  McCuen  2008


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #109 / Ripples in the clear midnight pond

It is the tendency of all things in nature
to remain, undisturbed, one mind.
Oh unnatural humans!
Why must they cause ripples
in the clear midnight pond
distorting the moon’s face?


Details | Rhyme | |

Amazonia

Rain top canopy
Sea of green
Spread like a carpet
For any Amazon Queen
 
Meandering flows
Delta bound
Fresh and sea
River down
 
Indigenous tribes
Never seen
In tranquil peace
Below the green
 
Nature blessed 
This basin of life
Diversity of species
Jaguar to wood lice
 
But this modern day
Even by the hour
Mans machines
Deforest, devour
 
What comes of the tribes
Their jungle zoo
As these world conglomerates
Do as they do
 
There has to be change
Before all greenery falls
We have to adjust
Before the bell tolls
 
The nations so might
At the table sit down
Preserve this wonder
With World Heritage Crown
 
Amazonia
Modern and tribal
If we continue to maim
Raped suicidal


Details | Haiku | |

Parthenon Marbles


Parthenon marbles
the Greek ancient heritage 
why the Queen has it?


Details | Narrative | |

Global disaster

Edwin Hubbel wrote in 1925 "....the principal of the uniformity of nature thus 
seems to rule undisturbed in this region of space......"

          But , I take exception to that statement , because of mankinds un-natural 
tendencies to disregard the natural order which in kind ( or un-kind ! ) nature 
play's along rudely to our cruel misconduct , since it took millions of years to 
establish a non-toxic atmosphere ( to land mammals ) that we have taken for 
granted and have inconvenietly disrupted in a manner of just hundrends of years .
           Just the double negative effect alone should be a warning to how we 
should approach our future , these being , excess carbon emissions and 
deforestation . The positive and negative relationship is two-fold here in a short 
explanation , our tree's absorb carbon and emit oxygen , less trees , more 
carbon , and we accelerate a negative process . If you take for example , our own 
biological systems as humans , we need oxygen to breathe to live , the positive , 
but the negative is that oxygen attributes to decomposition , which could 
accelerate the ageing process of the body , which is why proper nutrition is 
important , especially foods rich or drinks rich in anti-oxidants .
            In short , I believe it becomes very important to be aware of the natural 
order of our relationship to our overall system without our exploitive behaviors 
which only encourage a consumerism attitude .


Details | Blank verse | |

Throw Jonah Overboard!

God has already prepared a big sea fish;
So, throw Jonah overboard.
You will make promises to this God
After you throw Jonah overboard.
The wild squall will finally be calmed
When you throw Jonah overboard.
Pray to God for what you're about to do
And throw Jonah overboard.

You won't be able to row back to land;
So throw Jonah overboard.
Though the sea is raging violently,
Throw Jonah overboard!
The guilty man told you what to do;
So throw Jonah overboard.
Ask him why the ship's about to break;
Then, throw Jonah overboard.

Cast your lots to see on whom it falls;
Then, will you throw Jonah overboard?
Tell him to call on his God for help;
Later, you'll throw Jonah overboard.
Go below deck to wake the deep sleeper
And throw Jonah overboard.
Don't throw your cargo off the ship.
Throw Jonah overboard!

No need to pray to any other god;
Just throw Jonah overboard,
For the God of earth who sent this storm
Wants you to throw Jonah overboard.
He told you he was running from God.
So, throw Jonah overboard!
Or give back his fare to save yourself,
And don't let Jonah board.


Details | Verse | |

How can we define?

What is human nature and how can we define?
Human nature is adorable and understandable.
Human nature is actionable and appreciable.
Human nature is appraisable and affectable.

Human nature is affable and affectionable.
Human nature is admissible and admireable.
Human nature is approachable and affordable.
Human nature is achievable and adjustable.

Human nature is believable and blameable.
Human nature is breakable and sustainable.
Human nature is courageable and capable.
Human nature is correctable and changeable.

Human nature is criticisable and compatible,
Human nature is corruptible and comparable.
Human nature is careable and curable.
Human nature is comfortable and collapsible.

Human nature is credible and creditable.
Human nature is debateable and demonstrable.
Human nature is dreamable and digestible.
Human nature is detectable and dyeable.

Human nature is discernible and discerptible.
Human nature is delightable and creatable.
Human nature is eligible and forcible
Human nature is flexible and fallible.

Human nature is functionable and freightenable
Human nature is fashionable and enjoyable.
Human nature is gullible and greedable.
Human nature is honourable and habitable.

Human nature is heartable and hopeable.
Human nature is irritable and incredible.
Human nature is indelible and irascible.
Human nature is invisible and irresistible.

Human nature is incorrigible and imaginable.
Human nature is irresponsible and loveable.
Human nature is legible and liable.
Human nature is likeable and mistakable.

Human nature is memorable and amusable.
Human nature is negligible and navigable.
Human nature is noticeable and negotiable.
Human nature is ostensible and originable.

Human nature is perceptible and plausible.
Human nature is predictable and peaceable.
Human nature is presentable and questionable.
Human nature is quotable and responsible.

Human nature is reliable and definable.
Human nature is readable and reproducible.
Human nature is retainable and recognisable.
Human nature is rememberable and sensible.

Human nature is supportable and suppressible.
Human nature is surpriseable and suspectable.
Human nature is tangible and tillable
Human nature is thinkable and terrible.

Human nature is tryable and trustable.
Human nature is tolerable and unstoppable.
Human nature is vulnerable and acquirable. 
Human nature is liveable and smileable. 


Details | Verse | |

Aunty Curly and Tom

Aunty Curly was knitting a scarf,
She opened a book and wrote it half,
A mouse was running under book rack,
A cat was after on the same track.

They never bothered someone is in the hall,
They were playing as a player with a ball.
A dog was sleeping on a sofa chair,
A cat waits for him when mouse goes there.

She felt anger when mouse turned this time,
Aunty was murmuring a poem in rhyme.
She heard a noise something was smashed,
Porcelain was on the ground and it was cracked.

She bought it last week that was so nice,
A thing was scattered on the floor that was rice,
A container was lying on a one side,
A lid was hiding a lampshade’s behind.

But a dog was still watching laid his head,
He hasn’t noticed anything as he was dead.
Aunty was annoyed she pushed the cat out,
When she came back she also has a shout.

You are lazy dog why did you n’t stop them?
You are mastermind you did that scam.
Get out from the chair don’t cry for food,
I always bothered you disturbed my mood.

I was willing to finish my scarf very soon,
I hope to wear in a party to night’s moon.
You lost my temper I shall punish you,
Don’t come back it’ll punish you if came through.

Why did you co-operate a cat with a mouse?
Who will pay the fine if you don’t pay my loss?
She brought a brush and cleared all mist,
A Chair was empty nobody was on its rest.

She received a letter council was on raid,
Keeping the entire stray dog in a street laid.
She was terrified and jumped out in the street,
She didn’t saw her Dog that was on a beat.

She rushedly closed the door and ran after him,
Dog was in the park after the food has no blame.
When she called Tom where are you?
Dog didn’t listen to her and walked on his crew.

Aunty was after him he stopped on a pool,
The lads were catching fishes it was very cool.
She again asked Tom come with me to home,
You are silly Dog why you are tearing Tom.

She embraced him and came back home,
She cleaned his seat and put new foam.
You are my family member don’t feel shame,
I am getting old that’s why is my blame.

I am on pension and can’t walk a long,
You need to supervise when happens wrong.
I also banished the cat but she is normal,
You always mind whatever it is formal.


Details | Alliteration | |

The Smoke

What's that flirts in the distant horizon?
Up from the hottest lands of frozen.
Is the clouds of Grey?
Or is it the darkest of rays?
Is it the canopy that covers hope/
Or is it the breath with which the hearts get chocked?

Oh! Its dull than the dullest of weather -
As if allthe seeds of daekness in it hath gathered -
Its the smoke -
The smoke of destruction,
The smoke of friction,
The smoke of blemishe'd motion.

The smoke - rushing up from the clutter of engines,
The smoke hath engulfed the country regimes,
The smoke in the din and bustle,
The smoke in the parties and dazzles.
Whence peace was settling itself under the sun,
Many, a lot did thump with their guns,
The smoke curved its way out from here and hence - 
It did pale and brush the love's fence.


Whence the path was straight 
A lot we all did fret,
Now whence the smoke hath filled the bower,
We'll have to climb the curvy hazy stairs up to the heaven's lower.


Details | Name | |

Who speaks?

Is that you?
A person who speaks,
God is one,
And we all are brothers and sisters.

May I ask you?
All my brother and sisters,
Are gathered and holding,
Shinning swords.

What is this terror?
What was missing?
That I didn’t understand,
Look at my sprinkles.

My children understand you,
They also have followed your technique,
To kill and rape innocents,
Whom I blame to?


Details | Free verse | |

Budding beauty

Misty veil lifts
revealing early morning sunrise.
Spring buds engorged with life
begin to show wonder held within,
mystically unfolding natures beauty.

A crop of delicate colour,
gentle scents mingle in the air,
as tiny heads gently nod approval
to the bold, majestic crowns that stand
head and shoulders above them.

Respectfully each stands their ground
aware of passion needed 
to give their very best,
in short time of show before
shrivelling in death.

To nourish and nurture
the core of itself or the ground 
to which it seeds itself
by winds, rains or insects,
giving wake to stronger fellowship next year.


Details | Light Poetry | |

HALF FARE

as you become of age
and life began to fade
you must be aware
the some to care
i tell you
cards red and blue
you pay
HALF FARE


Details | Blank verse | |

A stony heart

A stony heart and my pain,
Fights together for a gain,
They thunder as clouds,
They spark as lightening pods.
They burn their pain,
They eat always sustain.
They blame eachother,
And broken their feather.
From childhood to olds,
They struggle for bolds.
They never learn a lesson,
Argument is their fashion.
They put pressure on them,
They like each other’s trim.
They never understand,
A fact of life’s brand.
They lost their peace,
And patience in a race.
What will we achieving?
If nothing takes a person dying.
They never compromise,
But both are wise.
They plan always peace.
But they like it to freeze.


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Leaves /Poulter's Measure

Autumn leaves drift slowly
Interacting with breeze
That caresses and coaxes down
To land upon soft knees

Where they decompose so
Early spring plants can grow
Up and greet baby deer and birds
Gives life, happiness though



(This is a form of Poulter's measure.  It is 6,6,8,6 with second and fourth rhyming. When you 
add the first two lines equal 12 and the last two lines added equal 14.)


Details | I do not know? | |

Star Of The Morning

Star of the morning
Seeing you truly for the first time
Longing to understand you
To reach out and touch

Frozen in time
You can only plot
The course designed
Destined to follow the same path

Year after year
For how many have you known
Sometimes in the East
Then again in the West

Placed in space for man
To enjoy on nights
When the clouds don't 
Obscure the line of light

Slowly each morning
The sun puts you to sleep
Sleeping all day
Rested you return

To please men again
Whether it is men
On the sea or shore
Your light guides again


Details | Lyric | |

GROWN-UP OF SNOW

GROWN-UP OF SNOW

The wintertime came vigorous, fall in torn
rivers, trees, hills by snow spacing white
boots let imprints stepped across trails
roofs in split white water crystal Villages
masses and sight snow shown as term
Thanksgiving thou Christmas ritual it eras –

Folks made balls and struck targets wherever
sculpt figured of statues’ chart in precious
skaters sped brash in snow-hill roads
Outlaw drunk water-crystal melts in grass.

Drivers saw naught at windshields, at feet
headlights up reach tiny space snow falling                                                                               
roads, the heinous nights induce the minds
roads’ and transit-line sign up coating
Of snow, who can fallow it?
Up hit by shovel roads pull up thy eyes.  

Deers south for grass foods lost up ground
coat-ice floors-snow became the terrain
And ice fishiest regions’ build-up.

Spring came lit, grants ripen the Villages
but, not bodies wanna steps by melting ice 
while’ snow sight gone we knew the place
and each thing pass-off regress nature way
The rains hitting, and buds sprouting anew! 


Details | I do not know? | |

NATURE THE BEST TEACHER

The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)


Details | Verse | |

When will you speak?

How do you feel when you don’t speak?
What is wrong if you participate in a discussion week?
Most of the people they never speak when they are free,
They never mind who is suffering they don’t like worry.

If ancestors who participated they don’t speak, 
What would be the nature of world’s steak?
The system is developed for everyone’s benefit,
If someone is poor, unemployed or a lit.

A person is managing and collecting complains,
How can he serve better he cares for blames?
If someone is n’t satisfied and living a wild,
He expects as a mature but plays as a child.

His excitement and encouragement is only a dream,
He always sparks he does n’t like main stream.
He behaves as a smuggler and seeds corruption,
His grudge is only money he cries for interruption.

When people visit to their God’s home,
He counts only donation his nature is as a broom.
Why do you prefer to work if money is only a matter?
A clever person has his opinion, he is a good chatter.

A person drew a cartoon of God you demonstrated,
I respect you if you understand God lives in a cartoon painted.
You never thought the innocents those who were blasted,
They were only human Bomb not human who were frosted.

When innocent were raped and killed you never spoke,
They were n’t you that are religious why mankind has stroke.
I am Dalit; I know that over the centuries you ruled me,
I am still Dalit crying for justice you always befooled me.

My God isn’t a God but your God is only a God,
That is equal for all; they are living at home or abroad. 


Details | Ballad | |

BALLERINA DANCER

SPINNING TO AND FRO 
WATCHING YOUR FACE AS YOU BEGIN TO BLOW 
ROUND AND ROUND TUMBLING TO AND FRO 
SPINNING AND SPURTING LIKE A SAILOR
CURSING AND RUNNING LIKE THIN AIR 
WATCHING AS PEOPLE WALK ROUND IN YOUR HEAD 
FALLING AND CURSING 
SEEMING TO NO END 
FOLLOWING YOUR MIND LIKE 
A SHALLOW TAP SOCKET 
EVER SO GENTLY YOU TWIRL 
AND SPIN 
ROUND AND ROUND 
CURSING AND SPURTING TO AND FRO 
BALLERINA DANCER WILL YOU EVER BLOW 
GASPING AND BREATHING TO YOUR DISMAY 
BALARINA DANCER WILL YOU EVER BLOW


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Untitled #141 / The second string is cut

The moment the second string is cut
and the cog flies through space
until it settles on the bottom
and the third string reveals itself!


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Universality

through closed curtains
shot a path of light
a shape so straight and strong
coming from the sun
it didn't take long

in and through the room
it chased away gloom
and stopped on my closet door
it brightened a space
where colors take place

floating in the beam
where tiny little things
that without the beam
are never seen

dust and lent
quite possibly and entire planet
who knows how Gods
time is spent


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WAGES OF SIN

Injected eyes,
Poached-egg lids,
Rosy cheeks,
While walking he reels.

Speech irrelevant,
Belly corpulent,
Handshake hot,
Language rot,

These will be the wages of sin,
For those who live on whisky and gin.


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A Mum's Job

Are your married, yes, I am?
He asked me, how many children?

I have three and enough for family,
Do you know how many I have?
I don’t know, I have seven kids.
What, I astonished. How old are you?

I am 22; my first partner has two,
And second has three but third one,
Also have two, I am expecting more,
How do you manage all and what it is?

My first girl friend knew that I have one,
But second also knew that I have one.
But nobody knew that I have three,
And I am a father of sevens.

It is my culture, nobody knows a father,
It is a mum’s job, to look after children,
I am quiet smart taking a good benefit,
They afford me, I am in progress.

He was smiling and has a smoke,
I am not as you to die for only one.


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Many voices of the Wind

Echoes of the past whisper gently around,
Bold whirls of the present will surround.
Voices change from season to season.
Usually they speak without reason.

As time blows by, so does the wind.
Not knowing the language, they send.
We have no other choice but to defend.
Neither do we know what it could bend.

Many languages are spoken around us still.
Like the speed of the wind, we can feel.
No obligation to trim or narrow the gap,
We create another one known as rap.

We cherish our heritage and that is great.
Remember your past; navigate the gate.
Choose one voice or language to send.
Lose the many voices, chasing the wind.


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A Child is always a child

I never preferred my dad,
He always objected me,
He doesn’t like my company,
He argues on my smoking and alcohol,
Also minds my late night parties.

But I felt as a puppy at home,
I opposed him and always cried,
This is my life, I know better than you,
You know nothing; he shut the door roughly,
And went out for a while.

Mum always supported me.
She bought new clothes,
Jewellery, make up dressings,
She curled my hairs and taught me,
How to use lipsticks and eyebrows?
I was totally young, 

It seems nice when someone praised me,
But dad argues, this is my learning age,
I don’t need a company of adults.
You need better caring.

But I mind, he behaves why as me enemy?
I failed to understand him,
He was a responsible parent.
He was trying to build my future,
He found it very later when I dig me in the hell.

I was only a child when I got a baby girl,
I lost my freedom and best opportunities,
Burden loaded me sick.
My boy friend never accepted me a partner,
He was already married.

When my father asked me for abortion, 
I abused him a killer, first time,
He said to me, one day you will repent,
This is your terrible mistake.
You lost your path before to walk.

I want to be a Mum,
I never imagined, what is it responsibility?
Why dad objected me, always,
I am a chain smoker and alcoholic,
He never came back to encourage me.


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Never Comes Back

A day will come back,
A week will come back,
A year will come back,
But a passing life,
Never comes back.

A morning comes back,
An evening comes back,
A season comes back,
But fallen leaves,
Never comes back.

Memory comes back, 
Bad incident reminds back,
Ill treatment hurts back,
But a lost love,
Never comes back. 


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Flutterings

Slight of movement
minute flutterings
flicker over my stomach;
as imagination takes
on passing butterfly's wings.
It's the beginning of one very new.
An early geminal stage,
the foundations of something
so much bigger to come....
Rudimentary hiccups 
of one so slight.
Invisible behind my bump grows,
an immature being -
I've seen it 
at scan stage.
Underdeveloped,
a miracle -
all manmade.
My future,
my hopes,
my dreams.
My child.


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Stolen Seconds

Secreted burst of time so short
One would wonder, was it naught?

Gamma Ray Bursts so mysterious
not long ago,
Now understood, what next shall we
know.

Looping tendrils of coronic waves
Not the usual solar way the sun behaves

Neutrinos, neutrinos....
Do you add up?
Or is your existence,
A useless empty cup?

Or are you like the ocean;
A hydrogen hydroxide molecule
of no significent importance
Till nature, through happenstance,
Collects seventy trillion quadrillion
such molecules, powered to 10x10x10

And power and beauty unimagined
Come forth in their needed yen
So much to learn, we must,
As we are barely above cosmic dust.



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SPIRIT

The parched earth 
Cannot quench thirst
Heaven pours into it, ’spirit’
In the appeased soil,
The seeds sprout!


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No Different Brain

Who is right and what is wrong?
Everyone likes to sing a song.
Who is small and who is tall?
Everyone is same when they fall.

Who is black and who is white?
A meaningless matter living has a fight.
Who is rich and who is poor?
Living for food sickness has no cure.

Who is dirty and what is clean?
Air has mixture no different brain.
What is darkness and what is enlightment?
Everyone dies nobody pays a different rent.

Who is a child and who is an old one?
A child has dispute, an old has fun.
It is rhyme of a life to live with own,
Love has cry sadness is mourn.


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Buring a matter

mouth to mouth
a matter was fired on
when I walked
street was burning as sand
when my home was smoking


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Lending slopes

He was standing at the top,
On a mounted tower,
And watching on the slopes,
Greenery was lending,
On the earth.

And very far, 
A rising smoke,
Was touching clouds,
The quiet air was looking at,
A ladder of Earth.


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Knowledge is Power

To listen is to learn
To learn is to grow
To grow is to teach
To teach is to enrichen
To enrichen is to enlighten
To enlighten is to almost
To touch upon creation
To touch upon creation
Is to grow closer to God
To grow closer to God
Is to learn
Is to grow
Is to teach
Is to enlighten.

Is to truely live.


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Damaged Goods

Bright, red delicious apples 
Wedged side by side on crates 
Packed and boxed for production 
Thrown in stacks, shipped on freights 
Handled with less care 
Tossing and turning all about 
From freight to freight to markets 
Still beautiful when taken out 
Stacked atop each other again 
Judged, pressed, thumped and bunched 
Bought and rolled inside a bowl 
Yet, alluring until it's crunched 
When it's fruit has been revealed 
With a taste that's mushy sweet 
Unseen, unknown til it's bitten 
How deeply bruised and beat 
Passed hand to hand, person to person 
Now rejected and thrown in the woods 
The consumer, the user, disappointed
 Because no one wants damaged goods


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A Baby

A mum packed her baby
And threw on the way
Travelling in a car
I read in the paper.
A mum left her baby
Outside the bin
Used public toilets
I read in the paper.
A mum flew away
With her new friend
She has five children
I read in the paper.
A mum sold her baby
And searching the peace
Believes in a religion
I read in the paper.
A mum divorced her husband
And killed a child
She was mentally up-set
I read in the paper.
I can’t afford baby
A baby is too expensive
I amn’t a baby
I read in the paper


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Who am I?

I know,
You are so smart,
You can cheat me.

I know, 
You are very wise,
You can beat me.

When I have smile,
You heard my trial,
Judgment chased me.

You always shot pain,
My love having a drain,
Who am I you raised me?


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Five Marks

You can answer 
If question is wrong,
If answer is right,
You can sing a song.

No need to think,
You need to do it quick,
You shall lose five marks,
If your brain is thick.

If you did it right,
You need a further fight,
If you did it wrong,
You need a back flight.

One plus one, why makes two,
One minus one it makes null too,
One multiplies one is also one,
One divides one also one is through


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When a person

Dirt,
When a person breaths,
Comes into our mouth,
And a person, 
Spits it again,
On the earth,
Where from,
It starts to fly,
It was cool,
It seemed to me, 
As it was happy,
To come back home.


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Perplexed faith

Why are you always the last
one I think to call upon
in times of dire need?
In desperation my thoughts mingle,
become a minefield of explosion,
as I bring all my deep set fears and troubles.

I do not see your face
and yet I am not blind,
no voice can I hear yet
my ears have no issue regards hearing;
I try to reach out - unable to touch you
My heart yearning and mind tormented.

This world is strange,
many things in this world new
things appearing we are not sure of;
whether of  your plan or not?
So called alien and spiritual happenings,
things moving, occurrences unknown.

I remain but one of those confused.
Which things to believe I know not,
but have seen some myself,
although remain skeptical of others.
How are we to decipher
Where are we being led?


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Nature, the Teacher

Willows bend with the mighty wind
Oaks crack, tumbling to the earth
Pay attention, nature is teaching us
Lessons to give, since its very birth

Strength is in the willow as it bends
Not snapping like the Oak, so tall
To be flexible is the message for us
Otherwise, one in the winds, would fall

Birds tend to fly south in the winter
Showing instinct to stay safe and warm
Learn from the feathered teachers
Grow with changes, to escape harm

Turtles have a shell to protect them
They hide in it with no words to say
Learn from them, how they are handled
For they live to walk another day

The lion, the mightiest of hunters
Sits still and silently awaits its prey
Take a lesson here from the attacker
Wait your turn, it will come, your day

So look upon nature, the face of the earth
As it serves to teach us all what we need
Watch closely, copy, maybe just use once
With balance, then practice, you’re sure to succeed


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Spring!

 Spring into a breathing space;
 Feel delicate wild flowers brush against your feet;
 Wander into the secluded meadow;
 Stop to admire the gentle curves of Spring boughs;
 Relish them bursting with fragrant blossoms;
 Celebrate new life in abundance.


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A Person can Trace

A person can trace a person he has such skills.
When he blames a person, he becomes a criminal.
Then why he is criminal and innocents suffering, 
Then who will trust in if he fights for covering?

Someone isn’t guilty when he is breaking system,
Law cares for his safety and believes in custom.
Barriers and barriers a person is feeling tiredness,
What will be future if human has a guilty kiss?

He works for joy but conscious fills in pressure,
When he feels guilt and thinks himself in a crusher.
When he is strong he never cares for his deeds,
When he feels sick and dies for his greeds.

Nobody has tracing greeds as he made him nervous,
He never understands always wanders in curves,
Crisis comes and he replaces it with cleverness,
But he is only a man and he is a big robber. 


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Optional Life

Money is a matter.
Telling me a Potter.
Child is very expensive,
Posted me a daughter.

When you was a child,
Your mum wasn’t wild,
If she can afford you,
Why are you a hooter?

I work always hard,
But my wife was a guard,
Always looking after me,
She wasn’t a modern cheater.

Social life was very cheap,
But nobody has a loud weep,
Cold was everywhere cold,
I enjoyed only coal heater.

Central heating, electricity and gas,
Heated up one face and two face,
That’s why she has complaint,
Optional life is a meter.


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Excuses

Because I was beaten....I beat,
Because I was abused....I abuse,
Because I was hurt....I repeat,
Because others found it funny....I'm amused,
I come from a broken home....that's why I'm stoned,
I wasn't loved....thats why I don'e believe,
I was left all alone....that's why I can't stay home,
I was poor....that's why I need,
That's why....I can't,
That's why....you don't understand,
That's why....about nothing I rant,
That's why....I need a hand,
Life did me wrong,
Life took it all,
Life....a broken mans sad song,
Life....and you missed the call,
But...I wasn't given a chance,
But....I can't love,
But....it was a trance,
But....no one was ever above,
Excuses.... for not,
Excuses....for,
Excuses because that's all they are and that's all you got,
Excuses....save them I heard them all before.     


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A Better Life

When I was born, 
My hands were empty.
When I was died,
My hands were empty.

What was a difference?
When I was born.
My family relatives and friends
Congratulates to my family.

My father got proud on my Mum.
And arranged a big party,
And celebrated as a happy day.
I have seen happiness around me.

My Aunty got jealous,
Not only with my Mum, 
Also with me, because
She had six daughters.

She knocked all religious doors,
And followed every single instruction,
But failed to have a male baby.
And her family were grown as Pumpkin.

She also kidnapped me, 
At spot, she and her supporter Sadhu,
Was arrested, when I was saved,
They were preparing me for a sacrifice.

For the happiness of a Statue God,
And believing to transfer my soul,
As a male in my Aunt’s family.
My life was a challenge to them.

My father said to her,
If you asked me to adopt my son,
As yours, believe me, I admit it,
But I am shame, you did this for me.

Do you believe? God will be happy,
To kill this innocent.
If it is easy to get something,
Society never stops to gain their wish.

My friends also hated me, 
I was clever in education
And healthy in sport.
They never appreciated my deeds.

Always introduced new stoppers.
People also minded about my Love,
When I fall in Love with a Lovely Girl,
Her family was poor.

Poverty insulted them and snatched Grace,
And also humiliated me.
My family and relatives,
Ill-treated me, and provoked.

Her acceptance was only for a dowry.
I was honest and worked hard,
My innocence was also a crime.
Everyone get benefit to befool me.

My honest life was a misery
And everyone challenged me,
In a race of earnings,
They teased me when I was alive.

When I were died,
People also came to express sorrowness, 
And promised when I was absent,
Their feelings are with my family.

My life was empty,
And died with empty hands.
Religion and traditions are,
Society worshipping them.

But never accepted me a human,
As human, I didn’t understand,
Whatsoever made this system?
It is only for living.

A human born for living, to enjoy 
All free sources, as a human, who knows?
Insulted person has a better life.
After his death, in Heaven.


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DEAD FAITH

Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.

Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know,
you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.

Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.

To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.


SATISH VERMA


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JUSTICE

i come through night i come through day
abcent for days or somtimes years
am  neither on time for its my say
i am your true friend music to your ears

i can arrive in seconds begone in a flash
for i am emortal i cannot be taught
i can leave you intact or turn yo to ash
your one true friend i cannot be bought

speak through others mostly yourself
often mistaken and blinded in denial
man or god cannot fool me with wealth
be patient my friend ile make it worthwile


take my hand for its no crime
next destination its your choice
refuse the other hand its not mine
with you lstening to that old clock chime


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Why I hate worshipping

Spiritualism,
What do you know about it?
Worshipping or prayering a God,
Or willing to share, 
A power for touching to realise only,
But nothing to clarify,
The power,
That is touching dreams,
Is it actual power of God?
Or a Devil control,
Is it a matter of a soul?
Or it’s Belief.

My Father was a Saint,
He worships and prayer,
Everyday God in receipts,
He utilises his power,
To bless others,
To remove the disease,
Black shadows on a body,
That was controlling them,
People comes for blessings,
But I always was annoyed.

One day I asked to my Father,
Have you arranged something?
So you can protect your soul,
At a last moment,
When you were leaving your body,
He answered; Yes, 
My Master (Guru) will come,
To protect and receive me.

When he was dying,
I saw a white shadow,
On his behind the feet,
My hand was on his chest,
I were also prayering,
He put idea into my Mind,
What do you think about Guru Nanak?
He is my God. I confirmed my belief.

Can he protect his father?
Yes, if he wants, I said,
Is he protected him? He asked,
No, I replied,
Then 
Why do you protecting your Dad?

As soon as I have removed my hand,
He departed to me,
But I put my lips on his lips,
And start pushing on his chest,
Something entered to me,
When I came back home,
I heard, someone is following me,

I cried, a power is in my house,
I got affection,
When I travel,
The different places,
When I met to the people,
Their bodies smell to me,
When someone rang to me,
Their body smell interrupts me,

I investigated my differences,
Most spirituals when I saw them,
Their power appears to me,
When I attend funerals,
Bodies smell to me,
When I bent to a Comb,
My worshipping soul chased me,
And I saw entrances,
When a bad smell,
That was entering into my body.

Six months continue,
I having a receipt and prayer,
I was willing salvation,
My family was worried,
Why have I had no sleep?
I was totally up set,
But my investigation was continuing,
When I watched television,
My soul enjoy sex with others,
And catched them from a Tele screen.

A shadow also disturbs me,
And shares sex when I have,

I have a long fight,
On a Christmas occasion,
I were watching,
A film on Prophecy,
When bodies were smelling to me,
The screen developed an image,
And provided me a solution,
When I touched my Lips,
A departing soul from his body,
That entered into my body,
It was a black soul.
That eats others soul.



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A change in system

When I were a child,
My brothers and sisters
Get education in separate schools.
Girls were in Girls schools,
Boys were in Boys school.
Also their teacher male 
And female was separate.

After 16 years old, they join,
College on their choices.
They were fully grown up,
And able to understand relations.
Their desires excited them to write,
A letter, and their vocabulary and
Nature provided knowledge of love.

Love was their base of living,
When they get married,
A choice was in their mind,
A choice of enjoyment,
A choice of Living,
Childhood was a learning institute,
Respect was a meaning in family.

Time was very quiet and desires 
Of love was hidden growing.
There was a choice to see each other,
When co-education taken place,
Attraction of beauty has lost,
A meaning of growth and lost
A chapter to understand relations.

Physically harassment and mentally,
Exploitation grew up in modern society.
A child is a mother of a child,
A child fails to protect a family life,
Tension and burden compels them,
To use extra smoking and drinking,
So they can live in peace with pills.


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YOU AND EVERYBODY

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
crying eyes,
trembling hands.

Missing stanzas,
flowing river,
rootless floats.
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.

When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.

Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.

One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with 
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!


SATISH VERMA


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Mind of Nature

When smoke was rounding in a cycle,
Sunrays were shining on Earth,
Carbon dioxide and oxygen got its birth,
A first drop of water touched the Planet.
 
On his first day,
When water started to vaporise,
Gases and chemicals produced a seed,
Steam opened mind of nature.

When smoke converted in to clouds,
Rain touched the burning heart of soil,
Nature took time to balance planets.

When days and Nights got pregnancy,
Time became a first child of nature.
Seeds delivered their hearts,
After Rain, first time frogs played music.

The Earth became a world,
Trees, insects, animals and human,
Got their birth, as well as,
Time provides them colours.


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Clouds

When Sun delivers shine skin starts to burn,
Body is seeking protection from sharp rays.
Water vaporises and converts as clouds,
Rain comes and air delivers weather cold.

My son came to me and asks about natural system,
Why does rain come down, why don’t clouds go up?
If water evaporates with the heat waves,
And how clouds stay in the sky to cover rays?


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My Place

You are great because, 
You have opportunity to grow,
You are great because,
You have system to help you.

Don’t blame me, 
I am n’t criminal,
Don’t blame me, 
I am n’t ideal.

I understand as you understand,
I feel as you feel,
My poverty is curse,
Because you never prefer me.

Your religion always exploited me,
Your education always ignored me,
I am also not a beggar, If
You have selection a person on my place.


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Dearwood

Don’t cry in the darkness,
If you shall sleep in bearwood.
If you feel cold in the dark,
You shall need for fire a clearwood.

If you feel sad in loneliness,
You have need to burn a cheerwood.
If you shall be afraid in darkness,
You have no need to burn a tearwood.

Don’t care for anything in danger,
You need to fight in a fearwood.
Happiness is a game of two,
It will appear if they play in dearwood.


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The Descriptions

You always think,
I am a child,
I need more training,
To sell your product,
To understand,
The nature of your product,
But 
When you put an idea,
In my human computer,
And tried to search,
The matching of your qualities,
You were surprised,
To read my abilities,
The descriptions of my nature.
The efficiency of living,
And opened various different files,
To alter barriers,
To add new accelerations,
You were compelled to say,
I am an able man,
I am no longer a child.


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Quiz No. Four

The correct answer was "virtual particles"- they just pop out of nowhere...Ex-lax 
reference was to "physics", and, yes, Shar almost nailed it- she is the declared 
winner.


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Ocean Dreams

At a low point in my life,
Recently seperated from
a cheating wife,
My dear mother had soon
there after died...
And my numbed heart
only cried,
To top it off, I'd lost
my job...
Another reason for me to sob

At that time my tears
were damp,
I considered taking
life's exit ramp..

I found myself one
spring afternoon
On the boardwalk
contemplating doom
When suddenly I did 
realize
Just what lay before my eyes...
The awesome size and
power of the ocean
Of which I didn't have
a notion
Of how and when it was
born,
To that thought my
curiousity was drawn..
How many 8 oz. glasses
of water does it hold?
And tell me, if you can,
just how old?
But mostly, how'd it
come to pass,
How long for God to
cast...

Just minutes earlier
I'd felt so sad
Seeing each couple,
seemingly glad
To be with the one 
they love,
Blessed by God above.
Each happy look
burned deep,
Why can't I find
love to keep?

But the ocean set
me a perspective,
And now that I was
reflective,
Perhaps I can
carry on,
And live with
the fact my old
world was gone.





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Son Of Devil

If academic degree is sufficient,
To mobilise or to activate,
To improve a vision of someone’s nature,
To learn skills and to provide,
Best opportunity to deliver,
A better service for the welfare,
And for a high standard for living,
I also succeed to get a higher degree.

When I found myself,
Degree develops only sources for living,
Not sufficient to establish,
Justice, Equality, Liberty and fraternity,
I had lost a balance of my life.
I stop to read only books on a subject,
I chose all the basics that I need,
To become a human: a civil person.

The society is facing injustice,
Inequality, bonded labour, racism,
Prejudicism, what is behind them?
Only degree holders,
If they were human and civil person.
Nobody cries on Earth for help,
Poverty, injustice, racism, 
Inequality and racism,
Is a provision of these intellects?

If they are educated,
Their standard should be based on education,
As they have belief,
And service, it seems,
There academic education is bluff.
Who does prepare children for suicides?
Who does care soldiers to kill innocents?
Who is greedy and not selfish?

Was Lord Jesus academic?
Was Lord Mohamed academic?
Was Lord Rama academic?
Was Lord Krishna academic?
Why these academic people still have belief,
Heaven is better place for living,
They are dishonest and corrupt,
They deliver cruelity and exploitation,
 Because they are son of Devil.


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Untitled #179 / "It's a snail"

“It’s a snail, crept up on
by a spider, mutating into a
porcupine, being eaten by a jellyfish!”
What a work of art!
I apologize, mere words cannot describe it!


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I found Nothing Extra

A day after a day,
A night after a night,
Time acrossed to my mind,
Every moment my body produces energy,
Water, food and air,
Fertilizes my breath,
When I opened eyes,
Mind automatically switched on his memory box,
As a movie camera,
And stores all the sights,
That walked through my vision,
But only few restores,
Those are having an objection on my normality,
Very few were occurred strange,
They become memory,
That has always reverse gear,
As rewinding a cassette,
But all others flew away as undisturbed flowing water,
Or a bird that always has fear of death,
That runs away after food,
A week after week, 
A year after year passed away,
The strengthen of my birthdays touched a long queue,
I always struggled,
But my belly never got enough,
It was always empty as my mind,
Seeking company to share something,
But never get boring,
Eating, drinking, sleeping or chatting,
I found nothing extra that is my life.


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Living Excising

Her behaviour was exceptionable but exceptional.
She has enormity of inflammable but flammable,
Her feasibility generalize that women is most credible,
Naturally internment, ingenious but usually seasonable.
Prevaricate, masterful and triumphal but confessional,
Intensive to locate liability to decimate flout,
Careable, loveable, a family addicted always in doubt,
Import surcharge, impediment, tortuous, indulgent decisional.

Children and woman why conflicts conscience consignment,
What is consensus, consecutive censure considering?
Conservatism is consequential continuous consistent,
Living is execute and executive, exempt revising.
Nature, God or sophistication who is defendant?
Hell or heaven, what is important living excising?



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Egoism

My Nature is very co-operative,
But imitated and irritated sometimes,
When lost its shadow,
And burns without smoke,
When a day comes,
That has never changed.

But I always blamed,
It was bad time,
Or It was my bad luck,
I saw this morning, someone’s nasty face,
Or a black cat had crossed my way,
But I never observed my weaknesses.

My politeness becomes always negative,
When a person blames,
Why do you ask my name?
That’s my personal,
Where do I live?
Why do I share my business?

Everyone claims,
He is innocent and honest,
A killer always pretends,
Although he takes an oath of his God,
He never stands with faith,
A lawyer knows crime but justifies only gain.
.
What do you think?
Is Judge N’t known?
A criminal is standing in front,
He is poison in society,
But he delivers justice,
If system proves him guilty.

Who is unconscious in this world?
A teacher, a doctor or a preacher,
But everyone blames to a politician,
Who is only responsible that holds power?
Only for justification his representation,
Is such day will come?
When I shall justify,
Your cooperation is genuine.


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Country boy Vince

Sure 'nuff...
We get use'd 'a,
Places we was brought up in,
Seems more natural than not,
Having lived on the outskirts
Of JFK airport,
To fall asleep to the song of
Jumbo jets roaring just overhead...
Most natural to me...
Now it's the country silence
To keep me awake...
Occassional distant train whistle,
On the periphery of sound,
Geese honking choir,
Flying above ground...
Soon I'll love these sounds
that most adore....
Unless I die first...
Of a life now so a bore."


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After a While

When a person is abnormal,
And his decision after a while,
Compels him to ask for excuse.
He can’t claim he has a right decision,

A decision reminds a person always,
Humiliation, degration and repents,
It seems himself he is flowing,
In a guilt trap without any notice.

Conscious never spares a person,
When a person is physically powerful,
He lives to pressurise his memories,
When body falls weaken, memory gets sharp.

In the olden days when a fault,
Becomes a memory, most of people,
Become physically disable,
And lay down unconscious over months.

Until their memory is active,
They never die, they suffer,
For their wrongs in olden days,
A mind never deletes a person’s wrong.


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Entity of Performance

Serious or simple,
But energetic,
Physically or mentally,
To communicate action.

Contributive or participative,
Initiative or furthering,
To increase or to attach,
But actual motion.

To express the operation.
To produce positiveness,
An additional pattern,
To correct negativeness.

A supplement consistent,
Confused or determined,
Eccentric or deranged,
The attributes of high concentration.

Dependent on absence,
Entity of performance,
Different attitudes or a nature,
With the assistance of enzymes


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Wake- Up Call

slow to gather my thoughts
as dawn breaks
awoken from a troubled sleep
where monsters prowled
and I hide

demons of the past,
demons of dimensions
intermingled, momentarily,
with mine
fear and bravery I show
sexual sirens of all shapes
do tempt me

cities and worlds shown
too awesome for
the wakened mind
words of inspiration
flow at the edge of wakefulness

many do not take dreams
as a thing of serious nature
poor fools, they miss so many
opportunities for
enlightenment

to be locked in this one dimension
is the real fallacy
the ultimate illusion
shucking truth for
hellucination
reality for fantasy

those who claim
this is all there is
see with a blinded eye
turned inward

those who sense
the movements, unseen,
about them
get a glimpse
of a bigger truth

it's only a glimpse-
a hint-a tantalizing sense-
but it's existence can not be denied
and all the natural wonders of earth
merely hint at
the wonders beyond

my life, I suppose
was merely an attempt
to gleam this new vision
and though my sight is poor,
my senses are enlivened

it's purely a natural progression
all go through-
but it's shocking to find
one who's been alive so long,
has but just now been awakened.


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There will come a time (2005)

There will come a time the tables will turn
Whether or not they will learn
They will get a taste
Worrying is a waste
Whether it backfires in 20 years from now
It will backfire somehow 


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Get a Place

My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?

Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.

They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.

If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.


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Across the Wall

A Light was flashing,
on the table, 
A book was open 
to read,
The words were identified,
only 
in light,
But
Eyes were unable,
to catch them.
Peace was cool,
in the darkness.
But 
A subject was stormy,
A boat of mind,
Was struggling,
to measure,
the height of tides.
The breath was feeling sweat,
But
light was unable,
to across the wall.
Then 
the night was moving,
backward to past.


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When a Heart weeps

(Dedicated to democratic values)

A valentine day,
Or a commitment of love,
A progressive method,
To break down fractions,
Between two partners,
Or two friends,
They love eachother,
To understand a living,
The meaning of social existence.

Only a flower,
Or a card,
Presents love,
Where words smiles,
As fragrance of a flower,
And soul woos to another soul,
In the depth of a heart,
And follow a path of faith,
Mercy and forgiveness develops.

When a political group,
Announces hooliganism,
Or a fanaticism of a religion,
To attack on lovers,
To stop expression of hearts,
What are relationships in the educationalists?
Also following a warning of a terrorist group,
And prohibited students in Mumbai,
N’t to celebrate a Valentine day.

 
On the other channel a television,
It has broadcasting of Hindu Saints,
To merge Adiwasis (untouchables),
Back to Hinduism,
Who were converted Christians,
And saints were preaching,
Not to follow a path of terrorism,
What is a definition of democracy?
Or a feudal system is strengthen,
In a part of the World in India.


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What and When

A person laughs,
When he feels astonishing,
And he realises himself,
How happy he is?

As a person weeps,
When he gets nervous.
And he realises himself,
How sad he is?

When he understands differences,
He plans for life,
The values and resources,
Draws a way for him.

Joy and happiness he aims,
Success and luxury he claims,
His motive is living for pleasure,
Target is only a rising measure.

He feels sick when he fell over,
He lost courage to gain grower,
He lives with his memories,
And blames others,

But never realises,
Life is turning,
In a wheel fortune,
Circumstances are cycling around him. 


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colors

intoxicated in nature,
intranced by the colors of summer as she beacons...
blues, reds green....
running through grass chasing my worries away in the green...
intoxicated by the words,
inveloped in the wisdom and soaking it all in...
whites, browns green...
as seeing through your eyes into knowledge of green...
pages turning about a new way of life,
intoxicated....
in sounds, words, love for communication of intellegence...
intoxicated by life.


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Modern Generation

We run a commission based agency,
We shall train you professionalism,
What is your choice, what do you want to be?
Whatever you shall earn we charge percentage.
After training job will be guaranteed.

He was unemployed and seeking a job,
He went to the counter and stop there, 
A young lady asked, what is your query? 
I want to be a professional robber,
What is your commission rate?

She called next and asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional killer,
If court sentenced me,
How do you charge your rate?

She called next and asked to a young lady,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional prostitute,
Do you find the customer for me or I shall do?
What is your percentage and how do you charge?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional drug dealer,
Do you supply me or I shall find out myself?
How do you help me to handle the market?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional rape master,
How do you handle the situation?
What is your policy for me and the victimised?

She called them inside and ordered, lock them up, 
Today’s generation is seeking free access,
Money is only their easy target, 
Eat, drink and sleep is their only choice,
There is no better place than a prison.

We need to justify, what do they want?
What is wrong in their attitude?
Why are they so frustrated?
What is wrong in the present system?
Why do they hate to share, is someone hear them?



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Dying to Touch

She never thought why have I wanted to be a good man?
I want to do a better so I can prove I am her lovely fan.
She never thought: she has rejection of my nature,
I love her because I want to improve my future.

What are her nature, what and how she liked to do?
I work to find out my life wants to get through.
It is a matter of heart that he likes and rejects,
It is a matter of eyes that they rejects and selects.

If I am annoyed when someone goes to tease her,
If I am waiting for her when she goes a little far.
Few things happen suddenly I am trying to understand,
What human has different why he likes a special brand?

Something is missing from us that we have a fight.
We are learning to decide who is wrong and right?
Waves are coming and dying to touch a shore,
She likes cooperate but what is in your lore?


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Care for Rubbish

Mosquito flies, 
A body realises it. 
When bites,

Mosquito cries,
When it flies over ear,
It hears clear.

Mosquito bites,
But why it cries,
Is it a sign of his victory?

That he realises a person,
I am so tiny,
But I can attack  you.

Or he sings a song,
A person can’t beat him,
It is always danger for him.

Where a person lift his dirt,
Mosquito appears straight away,
And spreads cholera.

Or he awares a person,
If you didn’t care for rubbish,
I can kill you, I have such poison.


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A Child's Time

If a child can’t make a mess, when can they?
Don’t keep their curiosity at bay
A child grows too fast
Their innocent days should not be put last
Let them play and keep an eye
When you blink then time will fly 


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Rain Drops

When first the cold wind,
Blew to them, they flew away,
To dance under the sky,
To welcoming the clouds.

They sat on the air waves,
And made tops as peak of mountains,
Tired rose up with its joy,
Up and down to cuddle birds.

Sea, Bird and Air convey massage,
To the plants and trees,
All shared their happiness,
To kiss rain drops.

Animals bathed their bodies,
Burning earth smiled once again,
New leaves and grass touched rays,
Nature delivered fruit and flowers in joy.

Unblocked and unbreakable affords,
Hide new dreams of love,
To touch un-awakened mind,
To keep this life for living.


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More than two faces (2005)

I believe we have more than two faces
We act different to others in different places
You don’t talk to your mother like a brother
You can say to your friend, but not to your boss “I don’t give a toss”
This is the realty of being a human being
Its been adaptable and foreseeing
Its not been fake, it been you
An essence of a person that changes for the situation
It the only way to survive in this mad creation.  


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A living Treatment

A person is short 
Or a person is tall,
It counts,
How they treat,
When they bad fall.

A person is slim,
Or a person is fat,
It counts,
How they behave,
When they chat.

A person is old,
Or a person is young,
It counts,
How they entertain,
When they sing.

A person is black,
Or a person is white,
It counts,
When they understand,
They cooperate or bite.

A person is physical disable,
Or a person is healthy,
It counts,
How they manage to deal,
It doesn’t count,
They are poor or wealthy.


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Our Destiny

(Dedicated to my natives
who has suffering the cause of 
katrina Hurricane)

Neither you nor I,
Have no idea,
Before to go to bed,
We shall lose our destiny,
Tomorrow.

The wind will come,
To show it’s anger,
The sea will cry,
When Air will pick him.
From it’s original place. 

When the Sun will rise,
Also the world will be surprised,
To see a wide range of sea,
When rays will reflect,
On the poor waves on roofs.

Human, tree and animal,
Where needs were floating,
And burning for a life,
And crying for help,
But air still ripping off them.

Nobody thought last night,
When they finished their last drink,
After a little sleep,
They shall be so poor,
Their soul will cry as a beggar.

The Law abiding people,
Will be involved in Crime,
To rape someone or to rob,
But innocent cries,
Will be higher for mercy.

Who thought about this hurricane?
And flee away from disaster,
Their love and affection, not for heaven,
They remember their play yards,
They cried to live on Earth.