escaping the queen’s lair was not easy
Freline the faerie made a forever friend
I can get you to France, the ladybug said
If you fit on my back, we can leave at six
They traveled under the leaves of the forest
Maybe the scars have
Meanings-
Not pain,
But proof.
Each mark is a map
Of what tried you
And failed.
Runes of survival
Lit by Oldumare 's breath.
Pain fades
Truth stays
Every scar says:
Still here
Look at the water
Look at the sea
Look at the seagulls waving at me
Look at the sunshine
Look at the brine
Look at the fisherman casting his line
Look at horizons
Look at the cloud
Listen to birds chirping aloud
Listen to the rumble of cars up ahead
Listen to sensible words that are said
Listen to music
Listen to sound
Listen to things you hear all around
Listen intently
Listen remiss
Listen to poetry, listen to this
sweet aroma of orange tea brought the fuzzy worm in from the cold
“would you like a bit of chocolate cake?” this inquiry never gets old
she has to put on reading glasses, to see the words in the book
the story is about Peter Pan, Wendy, and her favorite, Captain Hook
She settles down in a gold recliner, forming her own cozy restful nook
To express through words,you
dance with poetry
You strike a chord and you sing
With a low, soft voice
a gentle humming sound that drifts into the clouds
You sing a love a song for your beloved
Sing,sing for your beloved
Just like a bird platmying melodies
The rhythm, the rhythm of the song
As a sweet,the beautiful melody
Wake up
You soothe your voice like a bird
That chirps
You play a beautiful melody
Starting a song all of a sudden
dancing to songs of joy and celebration
A short time filled with happiness
Humming always with pure joys
A song to put a body to sleep
As a sweet,beautiful melody
Wakes up
Dilbert the donkey was thrilled with his new friend Mr. Slip
They were inseparable from the beginning of this relationship.
Running toward each other to bray and bark, bark and bray.
Frolicking in the meadow, we heard their joy a mile away.
Unlikely friends? Not if you knew these enthusiastic two.
So thrilled with each other, they barely knew what to do.
They visit each other all day and sometimes sleep together too.
Dilbert the donkey and Mr. Slip, as thick as Elmer’s strongest glue.
a tyrant soar-ass
press-a-dent dump
now wants to
f--- up canada
and crap his
uselessness
on americas
closest friend
he's just a spoiled child
companies test
applicants practicality
and psycho-logical
minds before hiring
but a circus clown now
has the macro-phone
and as america's leader
continues to introduce
his political dye-area
in one form or another
len
A baboon cries dangerously, eats frozen grapes, hiding in jungle, known large monkey, none other primates, Quinea's rare species, terrestrial, universal vervet, watchful xenium, youthful zippy
Dear
No aim,
No ambition,
Lazy moments.
I have earned this simple, carefree life through my own honesty and hard work.
Let me be a humble, easygoing soul—dear to everyone, with all calling me their dear friend.
With love to all,
Jagdish Bajantri
Like termites, grief crept in and quietly grew,
A smiling face hid what the heart went through.
A lifetime crowded with memories untold,
I spoke just one name—and my heart lost control.
A dream stayed alive in my eyes for so long,
Till the fire of your memory burned it all wrong.
The branch where hope had built a nest so bright,
Was swallowed by autumn and stripped of its light.
Among those I called mine, I still stood alone,
As every soul changed in the molds time had shown.
The rain washed away every face's disguise,
And a city of deception changed before my eyes.
Then came the miracle born from the art I knew:
The pain in my heart became words that rang true.
Sagar, what a strange twist this life had revealed—
One lie brought the heat that left my whole home peeled.
© Sagar Haider Abbasi
If you love wealth, do not love me
For there are many who are richer than me
If you love beauty, do not love me
For there are many who are more beautiful than me
Yet if it is love that you love, only love me
For there is no one who loves you more than I.
Dapper smoking lion has a cough that shakes the room
The nicotine wafting out of his pores gives a little zoom
His hoarse cough is enough to scare a vampire bat way
I cannot be here much longer, I cannot bear to stay
Open Mind Words
In this year through my poem,
with truth, my friend —
Viewer,
you who respect a picture that heals,
look.
Reflect the appearance of a mirror.
The explanation of a step
brings the face forward.
You resemble good news
of humanity.
Stand still.
STOP.
An example of doing like that —
reflect so I can look.
You turn around
so I face backwards
to find for myself
the feeling
that I am a real person.
These are my open mind words.
Nna le wena, mogwera,
O tsweletseng Seiponeng
Mantšu a gago a
Ke eme ka maoto bjale.
S
Standing on the edge, ke kgojana ntle fase,
A small prince watching the world spin past me.Ka thoko ka thoko, I walk the thin line,
Searching for a spark, a breakthrough, a sign.
But the road is unforgiving, mokgotha o a nkgoromeletša,
Pushing me into the dark where the shadows gather.
Down into khwiti ya go lahlega, the lost abyss,
A place where the path and the purpose dismiss.
Gongwe go fela go sele, I pray for the dawn,
Waiting for the heavy, stormy night to be gone.
But the quiet is heavy, the silence is loud,
Walking through the noise of an indifferent crowd.Khupamarama e tletse ka mpa, the secrets I hold,
Unspoken stories, truths left untold.
It’s a weight in the belly, a ache in the chest,
A restless soul that is searching for rest.
Now moepologelong ke ribame, I bow to the floor,
At the place of digging, I can’t take any more.
The labor is deep, the soil is cold,
But this isn't the end of the story foretold.
Look closely, bona, I break through the shroud,Eupša seriti se tlosetsa ka godimo—above the cloud!
My spirit is leaping, my aura will rise,
No longer defeated
Ngangaphantsi kwendawo yamaphupha kulele umjikelo wovuyo,
yet the light reveals the doorway of purpose and intention.
Uphazamiseko olukhulu lwenza umda wesiseko:
the ultimate destination, the crucial point,
usuku apho ikhaliphe elingcwele lifika ngovuyo olukhulu.
Ede eendleleni ezimangalisayo, ilitye elinexabiso liyakhanya—
a person’s highest calling, the core of their soul.
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