Long poem by
Reshad Yahyaie | Details |
Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person.
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before. After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious.
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams.
Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like.
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend… ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner.
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him. Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim.
Now they know each other and they love each other a lot. She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves.
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....
I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.
Copyright © Reshad Yahyaie | Year Posted 2013
Long poem by
Ruben O. | Details |
Can you hear me now? Good!
I can't seem to forget you
I love what you do for me
It must be love
between love and madness lies obsession
Like always. Like never before
At the sign of the cat
have a break, have a Kit-Kat
Tastes so good cats ask for it by name
Schhhh ... You-know-who
I'd rather die of thirst than drink from the cup of mediocrity
Perfect to you
There's a smile in every Bar
Obey your thirst
This Bud's for you
One a day helps you work, rest, and play
More fun than rum
Heineken open your world
... nobody can say no to the honey nut O
a bowl a day keeps the bullies away
Our plans are based on yours
You have my word on it
Be the first to know
Who we are
The "no problem" people
Only smarties have the answer
Making it all make sense
Because that's the kind of mom you are
Sometimes you've got to break the rules
Blow your own bubble
Catch our smile?
Everything we do is driven by you
Driven by what's inside
We'll take more care of you
You asked for it. You got it
We know what it means to serve
On your side
Allied on your side
You're in good hands
We make it happen
We'll be there
Get the feeling
Im lovin' it
You are the controller
Only on Playstation
You are now free to move
Unleash the beast
Is it in you?
Do you dare?
About this poem:
To "write" this poem, I used slogans, short and often memorable phrases
used in advertising campaigns. Below you can find the name of the product
(or the company) in order of appearance.
-Verizon Wireless; Wind Song; Toyota; Honda; Calvin Klein; Saturn
-Mercury; Kit Kat; Meow Mix; Schweppes
-Stella Artois; Wella; Dell; Hershey's; Sprite; Budweiser; Mars; Malibu;
Captain Morgan; Heineken; Rice Krispies; Cheerios; Applejacks Cereal
-Assurant; Isuzu; CNN; Guardian Life Ins; Auto-owners Ins;
-Captain Morgan; Rice Krispies; Buger King; Bubble Yum; Red Hills Inn;
Pacific Southwest Airlines; Ford; Subaru; British Airways; Toyota; USSA;
Nationwide Mutual Ins; Allied Ins
-Allstate; IBM; Chevrolet; Toyota; Mc Donalds; Microsoft Kinect; PS3;
Southwest Airlines; Monster Energy; Gatorade; Curious.
Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
I guess the candidates and polity saying "no"
to Earth's human refugees
during this their Thanksgiving time,
did not finish their Darwin biographies.
While endosymbiotic evolution,
indigenous to any one species,
can devolve to survival of the fittest,
this is most likely in these times
of ecosystemic crisis,
especially problems of monocultural over-population,
resulting in PreTraumaticStress Disorder,
an emotional response to cognitively dissonant
chronic cultural stimuli,
high anxiety plus high dissonance populations
suboptimize their regenerative health
through Win-Lose assumptions
and strategies of more competitive logistics
than co-operative logic.
exogenous to any one species or tribe
supports thrival of the most interdependently balanced,
between organically individuated systems.
Ectosymbiotic and endosymbiotic evolution
are both symbiotic,
but ecto tends to have more revolutionary
and transcendently polycultural regenesis trends.
Symbiosis is synergetics,
Positive Systemic Development,
co-operative and co-arising,
negatively correlated (dipolar) with,
dissonance and stress,
competing health-wealth issues,
rather than default co-operative
integral synergetic symbiosis.
This is Darwin's
Cooperative Beloved Community understory,
a nation's or religion's
or any enculturing system's
exquisite design of co-arising relationship,
proportional balance co-communication
within and between RNA/DNA-syntax,
speaking in voices of time's seasonal-reasonal
folding and unfolding;
an understory somehow omitted
by Business As Usual cultural narratives,
rather than story-tellers
of Darwin's deep ecology.
Yet, what we too often miss in Darwin's notes
are also logical assumptions common to two mathematicians,
Buckminster Fuller and Charles Eisenstein,
prime dissonant double-binding temporal-boundary
between competing dominant cultural economies (proton v negelectron)
is where we choose to draw our line
of neutronic co-gravitational thermodynamic balance,
around us-inside v. "them"outside.
If "us" is only
non-marginalized human success stories
within our nation's
geometric spacetime boundaries,
then Business As Usual Universalists
intend to defend
yet overly commodified,
monolithic and monochromatic monoculture,
until this ecosystem wilts and fades
dissonates and decomposes
for lack of fuel,
to become fuel,
clean air and water
into confluent absence
(yet still bilaterally timelessly relational)
of 4-dimensional primal-neural spacetime.
are also "us,"
if "us" includes all mutually-parasitic subsidiary forms
of RNA/DNA regenerative health intelligence,
then we choose to co-mentor refuge,
already a Polycultural Party
seeking a more inclusive
cooperative self-governance economy
refugees and refuge-providing interdependent parasites
call ourselves "Beloved Community"
both hunter and haunted together,
predator and prey,
stimulator and responder,
Polyculturally Climax Optimizating dreams of paradise grandeur
Health-Sustenance Symbiotic Guilds,
communities in global networks,
nondual co-arising spirited nature
co-gravitational bicameral landscape design
and metaphysics of health development,
EarthTribal beautiful relationships,
proportional barter transactionalists
and cooperative network developers,
"Incubating Permaculturing Seeds and Embryos, as Political Economies:
Gerald Oliver Dillenbeck
giving thanks for refuge from overly-competitive,
Longing for an Arabian
full-moon night of mystical enlightenment
in the District of Columbia,
following the best practices and intent
of all 50 polycultural partying co-operative states.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
I would add to all Evolutionary Cooperative Warriors
a nuance regarding my teleological
defined as "freedom to choose"
as not necessarily sufficient to define my purpose of evolution
v. purpose of devolution, decay, death.
Earth's regenerative evolution
slow-grows freedom to love synergetic health
as we despise monocultural predative fat deposits,
most certainly contentedly munching cooperative health ecotherapy,
but revolution quick-fades competing freedoms to choose
as we more accurately call this devolution,
confusion and chaos and struggling-against-Other violence
climatic and chronically dissonant stress, change
that can no longer sustain,
inviting our release of grasp
to co-prehend positive evolution
revolving ecotherapeutic global intent,
clearly well-incarnated karma through the full range
of North and South
East and West,
and both your Right and Left Bicamerally Balancing hemispheres,
more or less inductive Right dancing with deductive Left's geometrics of
mind-body functions and frequency and syntax, and then Language,
of diversely cooperative,
but never competing against,
exchanging weapons of humor
for terrors of cultural ugliness.
Allah cries in fear articulating midway anger
only when S/He loses
a more neutral-naturally-balanced sensory humor,
good rich fertility for humane designing ecojustice.
If our political and/or economic agenda
is not confluent with "mutually-subsidiary co-arising cooperative"
cannot resonate with Allah's regenerative Earth,
you might reframe your teleology
of who and what you are hating and killing
with partial-will but full-intent.
Why would you dare think Allah's regenerative recreation
is so anemically weak
that your terror is any more or less
a concern of Universal Benign Intelligence
than is your NotBenign hate for,
as well as your reasonable concerns about,
NorthWestern rapacious greed,
and concomitant gathering of calcifying fat deposits,
amongst their ego-centric Publicans
and anthro-centric Sinners?
If you want to defend-against
overly secularized culture
you cannot gain this outcome
with overly secularized, and negatively-disenculturing tools
of competitive violence and terror.
Rather, Be Allah's PolyCulturing Paradise!
in the errors and the blessings
of your mutually subsidiary
I'm sure you can do better than
blasting your soil and water and air
into a flat-line state of total collapse,
and if you can't
there are many permacultural evolutionaries
amongst and beyond
our mosqued Tribe.
And then you might teach them
what you know about cooperative loans
and interest rates
and tribal re-investment.
And then they might respond
by suggesting you apply your already existing cooperative economy
to the internet
as a resource for cooperative economics,
to In/ExFormation Polynomial Network's own ecological synergetic/loving/co-fertile bicameral vision
of health v. pathology for co-arising dialectically dipolar ecosystems.
Sun Advents East
to settle West
to arise again, Easterly...
for all Earth's Tribes
temporally-spaciated neural memory information:
syntax-as-seasonal/reasonal-sequential/temporally-developmental: RNA/DNA PolyNomial Language, P = N(NP), as U = (-,-)C
as +1QByte = [-(-P)],
is both bicamerally-analogical and binary-digital applied
Special Case External Landscape health/pathology trend analysis
as to our more MetaSystemic PolyCulturing Time-Balancing DNA-syntaxed, Interior Right-Left Brain Balancing DominantHealth/RecessivePathology Economic and Political Landscape,
PermaCulturally speaking, of course,
good for building healthy mosques and families
and future PolyCulturally Health-Beloved generations.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Tahira Parveen | Details |
My pain of ever meeting you
Tried my best to educate you
Words fall me
Trying to teach you
You took my last breath away
Nailing me to the cross
Hoping I would forgive you in the hereafter
Praying and playing my role
Thinking I would ever forgive you
Think again of my pain
Of ever meeting you
I really did die for you sins
Forever more singing my praises
Hoping I would forgive you
Would you like me to describe my pain
Touching my Precious Pure Skin
The pain you touched me
You touched my Pure skin
Dragged me through the streets
Carrying my own cross
Bearing the pain of ever meeting the insane
Shaming me with the crown of thorns
The king of the Jews.
Deliberately provoking me all the way
Skewing me on the cross
Showing The Almighty what you think
Then and now
Think I would ever forgive
Now or in the hereafter
I think not.
What you fear was true even then and now
What was that the Christ was instructing
It was beasts trained to kill
Guiding the blind
To their will
Instructing each step of the way
How to kill a Angel
After eating flesh
Gaining the beastly eye
Of what was pure and what was not
Counting every ones food
In a second
Treading in every mans way
Think again before you vote
He or I , where is it you live
With me or Him
Instructing how to carve Him
In the delicate ways they desire
Through the dark they came
Whistling, enchanting Him
Yet I didn't fall
As I recognise the red eye
Flesh eaters, cannibals
As a dinner, even then.
Munching in night
Every mans soul
With their evil eye
Slowly pulling the flesh
Learning to suck
The flesh of a human
After burying them alive
With one punch
Slowly lifting their grave
Opening the lid
And devouring them whole
Placed on their lips
Emptying there load
Of people they swallowed whole
Hoping to come alive
For such rewards
Of owning hell
Making people suffer for their sins
While making out their free of sin
In front of God
Acting out their sins
Hoping to shy Him down
And live a righteous life
In the light
Hoping God would fear them
Whoever God would protect
Through the air
Who didn't know what it is
That burdens them
Marching around the king
Hoping he would forgive
Releasing the flesh to be eaten
Pandering around pretending to be innocent
But look, what God did
Whisked me away
I never have or ever will forgive
The beasts or the blood lines ever
Because of what they did
Searching in the night
Anything going spare
Anything small, anything rich
To make them feel alive
Lost the lust of life
There beastly eyes can never return
Because everyone who sees them
Will repel their smells
Because they wreak of filth
Gods curse upon them
Hiding in the night
Hoping to make it big
Losing hope everyday
Super human beings
Let's not forget
It is the Creators power
That let them out
In the first place
At the crack
Can you Pay your way
Pay the ferry man first
or there's no other way
Waiting at the door
No way is there ever any such reward
But a reversal of what you did
For every action took
There definitely was a price to pay
The Mighty wanted to see how far you would go
Before game over
Now pay back everything owed
Of such act
Slowly going blind
Wishing death but not coming easily
Passed down from generation to generation
How to shame someone to death
Leave what they love to eat
Or leave a bit of money in their trust
Secretly knowing they will eat or spend it
Then pounce it on them
You stole from me
They die from shame
Begging do whatever you like
Fearing the worst
Pass Points sign in life
Forgetting the truth
Tinker, Tailor, soldier, sailor, Beggar man, Thief
Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
We all feel like
dying to get out of here
at least sometimes;
a car or bus or airplane
a house or apartment
a nation or state
a Party or clan
a faith community or PTA.
This is about the reverse view:
living to get out of there.
How are my competitive assumptions
and haunted by,
autistic and/or suicidal images and fascination,
anxiety and psychopathology
when does our cooperative intent
hunt most ubiquitously,
omnipresently and generically,
affectively, effectively, and efficiently,
sustainably, optimally, and faithfully,
permaculturally and polypathically,
for love and active peace,
equivalent value for natural nutritional systemic merit,
laughter and humor therapy,
rapture and ecstasy,
light and enlightenment,
primally eternal and sacred relationship?
Perhaps when we globally comprehend
that love is to human-nature's spirit
as health is to all nature systems;
that the dynamism of polycultural-polypathic love is to spiritual systems
as the dynamic power of permacultural ecotherapy is to natural systems;
that life is to synergetically cooperative love,
as death is to entropically monocultural terror of eisegetical isolation
as the reposed destiny of universal prime relationship,
adventuring toward +/(-)(-)(0) negentropic global evolutionary exposure.
Perhaps when we culturally and religiously
and metrically and scientifically
define Prime Relationship
as (0) Core Vector Beloved Community's Time
and Thermodynamic Double-Binding Temporal Principle
of Harmonic-Octave-Frequency Energy-Optimization Balance
and Sustainably Emergent Systemic-Holonic Climax Communion.
Perhaps we learn cognitive dissonance distinction
between thinking of death and fear as "goodbye,"
"that's behind me!"
and simultaneously comprehending dissonance and anger
teachable contiguous moments for global and personal well-being,
love and active peace with justice for each and all,
including Self, Other, and Earth.
When we learn to begin each gathering with passing peaceful pipe,
communing our communion,
silencing our background screams,
co-passioning our minds full together with each Other,
in shared faith that before we can no longer see
whites of each Others' eyes and bleached true souls,
while we share this warmth of Tribal burning bush
we will each and all walk away from each Other
understanding differences between what we need v. want,
AND we will each and all walk toward our global future
with reconnected commitment to what we each and all NEED
to sustain our permaculturing lives and loves,
our racial polyculturing regenetic ribbon rhapsody,
our ecosystemic well-being,
our ecotherapeutic homes and communities
and economic trans-actional systems
and networks of positively slow-trending information,
and eco-logical scientific revolution of religion,
of nature-spirit paradigms,
Universal Natural Systemic Wisdom-Tao of Design and Development
with optimal Continuous Quality Improvement standards
and normative-therapeutic Prime Principle
of P=NP Equivalence
= Yang + Yin
= (0) Core Time's Beloved ReOrganic Balance.
"To return to the root is Repose;
It is called going back to one's Destiny."
Destiny is both new birth cry for air's incoming flight
and final breath extended,
incubating speciating Space within timeless Time.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Robert Ronnow | Details |
Sunrise, late winter
playful otter, too.
The white heron
a great blue,
in the abandoned beaver pond.
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!
To identify or classify
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.
what is over that
ridge or hill
a sink-hole, a sand dune, a steep bluff.
What must I do. Organize
the heretofore unorganized. The rabble
of unemployed child abusers.
Molesters of their intimates.
Are there dysfunctional bird families?
Simply put, they do not survive.
We have hope
that everyone alive is essential,
consequential. We classify
The commonplace and everyday
What happens everyday?
Morning is quiet, everyone at work.
Home writing, watching birds.
Afternoon, kids come back from school.
Evening, watch tv.
Scotch and Star Trek.
Captain Picard's problems eclipse
ours who stayed behind.
Pray to Allah
and maybe he will spare you
when he sets the world
Where or with who
will I be on that day?
And how many people and adventures
will I find in the wind storm and rubble?
I may live, but will it matter
whether or not I help anyone else to live?
This is no Last Judgement.
Those who have learned or who still know how to live
Nobody will go to hell, they will just die.
There is no limbo either.
Anyone who didn't find a way to be immortal is just dead.
So, what am I trying to do.
Organize the unemployed, the welfare mothers
into a flying chevron of purposeful explorers?
The doctor's conscious, organized,
naive attempt to do good,
his legacy, versus the randomness
of the road and the war zone.
There his legacy is his rectitude and natural
rough compassion for the damaged people
he encounters. The difference
between planning a legacy
as if you knew enough to control events
and letting the legacy arise
from events themselves, controlling,
insofar as you are able, only
your own actions and reactions.
The doctor's leadership role such as it was
grew out of not his material possessions
like the car
but his mission, his personal quest
to find the young doctors he had naively trained
and sent into the war zone
where all died.
July-a cold city
not as great or as gritty
as I thought, summer theater left
the shoe shine bereft of customers
eyes cold as a bureaucrat's
except for our soles
and their leather. Sweat-soaked
girls, the beautiful ones left town.
Emotionless as a bus.
Sparrows, no chickadees.
All that's important happens indoors.
Exercise to philosophies.
You get what you see.
The panhandlers ask
just once, won't risk
No sale today
in the finite city
where, for the shoe shine,
pedestrians are infinite, times two shoes.
Faith = wait + trust.
But don't anticipate.
Popper prohibits prediction.
Niebuhr expects destruction.
I believe in God
doesn't mean there's a sketch
of a man in my head. It must mean
all will be well in the end.
Satisfied with snow
or summer. And now
with dying old or younger.
Gold or paper clips. Gulps or sips.
In the final resting place
in the city of the dead
are there all night card games
and sometimes open swims?
Each inch, square, or cube of Earth
brim with grasses and sedges, dragonflies and spiders, sparrows and eagles.
The tiger lily and the water lily and the lily of the valley, the calla lily.
When a girl on a bicycle smiles, that is a smile.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Vee Bdosa | Details |
1. When it was the time to be the end
and everyone had gone into the ark to be counted
then they came two by two,
a girl ox and a boy ox
a girl elephant and a boy elephant
a girl rattle snake and a boy rattle snake
two boy pandas.
2. A boy garter snake and girl garter snake
and they all did go into their cages
along with all the other two by twos
and Noah did say
"bring them pandas to me quarters..."
And lo, in the days before the end
then came the plain faced young men
out from the hills,
3. Lo they said unto the scribes
Let us tell you what to write
so that we may enjoy the night,
and let us tell it unto the world
that every man be unto his own desire
and they said it is good.
4. Verily when the scribes agreed
and then they had layed it to the stone
so that every man and woman of the land
saw that it was good,
5. Then did the men, yea all of the men
both young and old in their years,
grow weary of a womans ways.
6. And they then made their beds with their own
but the plague had not yet to begin.
7. Now the young men said unto the rulers
of all the lands
it is our time.
And they then said,
Yea, do not you see what marvels we work?
Even unto the very limits of space
do not we make the way?
8. So that the rulers said yea, and it is your time.
9. But HE rebuked them all
for they fornicated
and did all manner of unearthly
And said HE unto them
take ye your pricks
with which ye inject all
that defileth your bodies
and bury them in the hills
so that none will ever find them again.
10. But they said nay it is our time.
And they then made merry
even until the morning came
and so HE layed down a plague
even unto their very toes.
11. And HE said Ye that fornicate
and inject pleasure into your veins
surely your children and your childrens
children shall know the wrath.
12. But they pleaded unto HIM
and HE heard them not.
13. And said HE, ye shall suffer pain
and untimely death and all sorts of
catastrophic ordeal for your deeds
even unto an hundred years shall ye die.
14. And they cried but they heard HIM not.
15. And it came to pass after an hundred years
that a child was born unto an unholy
house, but she was without the plague.
And all the rulers marveled that
she should not be thus stricken.
And HE said unto them
This ye shall do unto such as is born
without the plague,
16. ye shall bury all of your earthly pleasures
yea and never again inject it into your
17. Ye shall fornicate not any longer.
18. Ye shall take up your natural mates
and not lay with your own when you are weary.
19. And after six nights ye shall be forgiven
and so shall your children
and your childrens children be so forgiven.
20. And they wondered together
even unto the morning light did they wonder
but they heard HIM not.
21. And they found the child without the sin
and so did let her know
what pleasures they did find in the night.
22. And so HE then said and declared
what manner of fools are ye
that reject all that is just and good?
23. And HE did bring an end to the plague
but HE then did cry.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Taoi Chanan | Details |
Taming a tropical topical tree? Taking a trunk? Telling a tailor? Traversing a tale? Many ideas. Much like the ideological dramas of a beach front. Wavelength of winds. Movements if the tides. Coconuts can jump very high if wearing leotards but leotards are prohibited at various times during the year. It is quite impossible to count the exotic blooms that line up. Waiting wanting wishing. And the deity of a cactus can chant to tunes arriving from the sand piles. Dust dog. Digging. Whoosh warming wands. And a scent of a papaya in a fridge. Now that is all rather entertaining and remarkable for the long tailed fish whose darts prove to the leopard print turtle that it is very likely that a radiant radius forms from a watery weaving display. But jousting with a pineapple is not as fantastic as utilising a giant bee bush. Large leaves linking lanterns. And the aardvark grin. Heat from a ruin is a robed friend. Fiends are denied access by the calling cards. And the turban of souls spoke. Heed. Have. Heavens. Heaping. A morning mist is neither not a mood or a moon. And why buffalo wings and not pork wings? Why not pork wings? Operatic oink in a tropically scented garden. Seated. Or flying around and around. Then returning and eating apple pie. Stanza eighty nine is akin to a fine wine. A fabulous line. But a fabled monkey can be equalled to a nine foot serpent rising slowly from a wall. A mosaic deity. A wisdom. A pocket of chairs. Spin then. Aromatic cutlet smiling. Cover in liquids squirted from the appropriate discussion. And a rampant distortion of a small amount of energy. Save not a slug. Stamp not on a boating shrew. And spring over the jungle fauna with leaps of over forty two miles an hour. Sixty eight minutes of marvellous encounters. With unheard of animals,trees, and landscapes. The maka maka people are custodians of a channel and guardians of the tall blue beings. Shrouded in a misted canopy. High up. In caverns. Pictorial cues and evidence. Shrouds. Circuses are not allowed. Red read riots. And a dome cake arriving. Haha haha and a tall man waving. Haha and a juice dancing with a cloth. Haha beetle eyes in a pattern sewing blankets for the spotted frogs. Swirling stag staged. Melon elocution. And a little girl with a dramatic performance of a single page. Documentations in a dog bowl. Tropical topical trailers talking travelling trips. The radius of a forest floor is measured by twigs. And so the planet can be seen from a clearing. Oh good. Washing a flamingo is best done by a lake. And a frightened patterned peacock prancing can be placated by song, dance and rhythm. Such is the blossoming bloom of an official secrets act. 19 52. And an oceanographic octagonal office does not laugh or wave. It is to be said that mysterious snails of over two hundred feet in diameter can rise to meet the criteria of a successful businessman who has no meaning. And so the leaping ornate orchids can smile in appreciation. Swamps are really not that ideal for a morning swim. Haha goon gong. Xxxx beastiology. ANZ X.
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
betty njie | Details |
The unrealistic acts we put on to manipulate one another, living and sleeping with active minds. The act of evil smelling over the surrounding, guilt brightly sparkling on our visages without pardon we step on one another. Our beautiful, merry and precious planet loosing its sense of beauty in an inadequate manner but still we cannot see what our lives are seeking for. We need love and understanding we need one another for a better living. Let’s start from a good angle to land on a better scale it’s for our own benefit…The world is our world but does not belong to us, as we are here for a reason to also always have in mind that we all going to depart one day. What’s the hatred for those it worth it? Literately lost and mislead but physically hurt, its see able that we are leading our lives to what we don’t want hurting one another for no basic reason. It’s seen at a certain point that we sometimes wished to know how is it like after life but the reality is death
The ways of life are beyond the sound of the tongue, harder and softer than what is seen and felt. Life took its birth through pain It’s the pain, which gave birth to beautiful creations. Life is incomplete, without the pain since, the pain teaches to actually accept, the pain with a joy as the longer we deny the existence of pain, love shall not behold. depressing it is, to deny existence of pain as the pain actually gave birth to life. Life, which is in a soul, comes through pain and agony , which is the true meaning of life. What we feel is not what we know and what we know endured to what is to come.
Sad it is that nothing seems right but why? once memories of the past sorrowful invade. When it all retaliated to nightmares and hollow, just then when the sound rhythm to a melody of nausea. Reality, justice, happy living known spoken but not valued. Too much expectation can lead to self-destruction, vandalism, greed and temptations. Life is a lession to be learned, as love implies.
In belief that religion took stand in order to complete missing pieces of all acts towards faith for worship of anything that was considered superior to understand. The belief of a religion consisted of trying to appease and show royalty to the Supreme Being. This resulted in performing rituals and keeping traditions to earn goodness. Such has been maintained to establish courage in result towards self-confidence. Today as we are still on the merge of our great ancestors these has become a chronicle that we have learned to respect and follow throughout our livings. Which moralities appeal the governing of human affairs. We have pledge to its Conscientiousness in order to show respect to its origins. This as well signifies a particular clan that shares one mind towards their belief. Humanity found its stand.
Copyright © betty njie | Year Posted 2013