when i see that certain smile
it heightens moments
i feel more than approval
it is that playful adoration
that tells me
the heavens are at peace
no star out of alignment
flocks of wings in synchronicity
ocean breezes freely dancing in palms
pelicans gliding above waves
children raised hands down the slide
all the galaxies are accounted for
no nail missing in the structure
a building anticipation as the roller coaster
reaches its peak in the climb
the taste of cotton candy
already upon my tongue
in the fervent hope
that the smile is a promise
of the kiss to follow
the roller coaster now earthbound
the ones i cherish most deeply
approval in a moment
of playful adoration
it is when i wear a simper
you do that to me
shy and wanting to pull on pigtails
Oregon 9/22/26
she gleams
across the ocean.
leaving her mark
touching every wave.
she scours the sandy beach,
every seashell accounted for.
she is the night's security guard,
only hanging her head to nod,
till morning's early crescent takes over
Multiple wings
Created just for me
Now I can fly
Into the friendly skies that can become unfriendly at times
Really high
Being among the clouds and soar
Get to know the birds and even out the flying score
Discovering having a destiny bound
Flying heart that can be found
Exploring a universe my very own
Totally full blown
Straight through the atmosphere
Showing no fear
Flying to places always dreamed about
Pausing for rest at times
Up close and personal
Seeing only pictures in the past, but flying and seeing what I dreamed about coming to life
Personal eyes on the scene
Horizons far
Destinations having no limit
Possibilities in the know
Believing and receiving
No more thinking if I had wings
Created and accounted for
Flying the distance being a blessing.
Purpose and People
The thought of any Poet
Storytelling Soul
Words and Sentences in an instance
Alpha by Alpha reference
Need and Desire
Sharing experiences no one knows
Emotions interlock
Poet key to unlock
From Poet heart to Reader’s heart
That’s where Poetry starts
It leaves a thinking mark
Appreciation for spoken words
A need to be heard
Utterance and tolerance responses
Upon Poet’s highest thinking
Behind the words that readers don’t see
Preparation in advance
Situations that only a Poet can clarify
A Poet’s life
Daily and Intertwining
Around the clock
Morning, Noon and Night
Like a statue being the “Thinker”
Idealistic view
Poet being the craft of their own masterpiece
Alone and accounted for
Purpose Poet the Inspired Poet
Ghosts of my past
Still try to haunt
Manifest to demons
Demons of destruction
They broke so much
Tore me apart from the inside out
Took control
Made me miss precious moments
Cost me my life
For such a long time
Reflections don't shy away from the truth
But lies is all I saw
It's been a war
A battle for change
Thought all the weapons were accounted for
Then suddenly out no where
They attack nightly
Knocking me down
I wasn't able to rise above before
But now I stand and deliver everything I once hid
It's the reality of an imagination that was built for change
I knew it was time to move forward not back
Bring those I care for up not down
I was the demon inside outside I was numb
Not no more
Not today
It's all about consistency
It's all about hope
It's takes one small step to create footprints they all will remember
I am here now ready for what lies ahead
No expectations and no set plan
It's freedom in me to be the one that changes it all
On my way
Catch me if you can
Because once the chase is over
You will see how wonderful I can be.
Sleepless nights - a nightmare!
Into the dark I stare.
The sheep all accounted,
Weighty whims in my head.
I struggle to scurry
An intrusive worry.
Yet thoughts regenerate
At expedited rate.
I’ve tried meditation
With due dedication.
I gave up caffeine,
Eschewed scrolling the screen.
Oh, I’ve thrown a towel -
I’m no longer an owl!
At ten I am ready -
For sleep, long and steady.
Yet slumber, spirit free,
So not ready for me!
Constant combat but worse -
Malign menopause curse!
Pills or no pills? I am
Back on lorazepam!
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Granny’s recipe card is splattered with butter,
the ink blurred where her thumb pressed too soon~
butter, sugar, flour—all accounted for.
What’s missing is the way she hummed
off-key hymns between sifted clouds,
how the kitchen held its breath
when she cracked an egg one-handed.
The cinnamon? Yes.
But not the weight of her sigh
when the dough resisted,
nor the way her wedding band
left a faint silver streak in the batter.
The streusel is just crumbs and brown sugar,
unless you count the dust of her laughter
as she scolded me for sneaking bites
of raw dough between my teeth.
Bake at 375º, the card says,
but not how long to wait
after the oven light goes dark,
after the scent stops being hers
and becomes just a memory.
*If you'd like to read the accompanying memoir vignette, you may do so at poetrysoup.com/short_stories/intangible_ingredients_13578
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A squirrel named Pip, a nutty soul,
Had dreams beyond his acorn bowl.
He yearned to leap through time and space,
To visit other eras, to find his place.
He read a book (a discarded tome),
Of wormholes leading back to Rome!
He gathered nuts, a hefty stash,
For bartering, he made a dash.
He built a contraption, twigs and wire,
Fueled by berries, setting it higher.
A clockwork spring, a rusty gear,
To yesterday! he cried with cheer.
The machine sputtered, coughed, and swayed,
Then promptly in the garden stayed.
He hadn't accounted, alas, for the fact,
That physics is harder than cracking a nut.
You’re the sister that I never accounted for,
Someone in which drives me to reach for more,
The love you show is more than enough, for we are like one,
One mind with two separate beings, living as we did in the beginning,
The fun times last forever, and the memories that lie are forever.
My love for you was never put into words, but again I must say,
You are the thing my life craves, and though I never say it,
I love you with the heart of a stolen clock,
Forever going tick tock in a rhythm that will never stop,
You may not have asked for me, but here I am,
In your life, and secretly your biggest fan,
Your courage enlightens my mood, while your strength gives me fuel,
Did you know I never saw you in bad sight?
If strayed away, you always brought me to the light,
A love so platonic yet so true exists between me and you,
If decided to live this life again,
I’d forever choose you as my friend,
I must thank you for the time we share,
While I leave you this, my love still hangs in the air,
One angel Matthew
Saw, outside the tomb, inside
Mark seen one angel
Luke and John seen two
Inside the tomb they saw both
It’s a perspective
We come to conclude
The same account, differing
Seen and believed it
Perspectives, what one
missed one accounted for
There's no problem
The nay-sayers will
Say the Bible is in err
Who are they to say?
Omniscient God
Has decreed it to be this
Way, who can contend?
Let the man who can
Answer the rhetorical
Question posed to Job
In-directedness
Speculation evasion
That is their tactic
Specification
Delineation is the
Way, Truth and the Life
Confession, repent
All you naturalist-ers
Again say repent
Science does not have
A monopoly on all
things, it can't account
For ethics that's a
Christian world and life view
Abstractions known
Borrowed to make sense
Of a view all natural
Laws don't grow on trees
Diverse race, religion, sex, gender, caste and creed We are,
Despite that, We have come together so far.
Every God tells us to live alongside,
Yet We let even the minute difference push us away from each other wide.
Chasing power and not harmony,
We have not yet learnt from the lessons taught to us by Germany.
In killing and terrorizing some nations take pride,
The blood keeps flowing but has never dried.
Our silence is the cause of suffering,
Yet We are engrossed in our phones despite our minds buffering.
We are like a beautiful bird with different colours of feather,
Why can’t We keep aside the differences and come together?
Wars and bloodshed must cease,
If not, will our children know the meaning of peace?
Every life on this planet is worth and must not be played with like a toy,
We aspire to cry together basking in the tears of joy.
Every atrocity will be, by Him, accounted for,
Humanity can only win by losing the war.
Population patterns in history line
A fold
That general Assembly
Has no peaceful minds hiding
Just as just a study
A must I interfere?
That's a head count happened.
Poor man's oath to wait it out and relay.
A 2 nd parallel beneath the 1st?
Since February of 2025 after the delay
for stated move in dates prior to Jan thru August 2024
Obstructing legislations passage in
California homekey qualifies a minimum
6 months of evidence in the willful
collection of bribes by employed Californians.
Rules as laws in reading legal headlines
defined by regulation of Republican policy shift
This shift in labor policy counters
Trial and error of time under Democratic policy
Zero Budget exists for grants of yesterday or salary
Suggested
No department transfers prepared
Then bribery is accounted for as precaution
To statement
Fact in science of math and letters from history
Let it be noted in speculation laws preventing
speculation that following private citizens
rights and manners is evidence against
When your wrong
You may not correct the truth
Death's Shadow creeps across the wall
Where memories of triumph Stand tall
Each scar tells stories of battles won
Each breath echoes choice made, undone.
The ledger of our days is closed
Accounted for in every pose
No whispered no apologies sought
No trembling knees, no faltering thought.
Before the throne of judgment high
We stand as mountains touch the sky
Our hearts ablaze with righteous pride
Our soul unbroken, side by side.
The divine inquirer raises sight
Upon our shoulders, straight and bright
No shame deliberate, no guilt resides
Only the peace that honor provides.
Through trials fierce and tests of fire
We walked the path our conscience dire
Each step deliberate, each choice clear
Our character forged, year by year.
A world stabilized by signature
Completed comprehension of letters
Leaving of all accounted
To begin work without support
Endowing the mind of all alive
Without distraction
The treasury note
Bill is paid
I spoke nothing in tongues
Check is written forth
Before failure begins a new
Annuity is gained interest from slovenly designed
Augment of an unhoused mind
Redaction of treasury note
Labor has de fine as wage
Add of time in coursed labor
Constriction of appendage is resignation
But tell my friend, you must have moved a lot.
Oh sure, I’ve been in a constant journey:
To a beggar for a few biscuits bought,
With a child thrilled as if with a trophy,
On pilgrimage, or in some wishing wells,
In temples, helping with a layman’s faith,
A rupee coin many a tall wall scales,
In constant motion, often out of breath,
And still, my life was truly well its worth
As measured by how useful really is,
High birth nor ever large acres of girth…
The note’s eyes were nigh moistened hearing this.
As I woke, thoughts took me to my childhood--
What pennies and pies could give-- thrill so good!
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Sonnet | 29.07.2025 | money, journey
Note: Pennies and pies: a rupee then had 64 old paisa, and each of which fetched three pies, and they all ran a long distance for me, every single pie was valued, which today even a rupee fails to fetch. Today’s paisa (all the hundred of them) is accounted for only by accountants on paper. Two-thousand rupee note no more in currency.
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