I adopted a baby grandma said
Who would let that old woman adopt?
They’d have to be wrong in their head
We did not run over there, we thought it was a lie
It has to be right? Said Dorothy, Buddy and Di.
But believe it or not, she adopted a fellow.
Knit him blankets and booties all in soft yellow
An orangutan baby, she is leaving to us.
His name is Gus and he’s a cute little cuss.
The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain.
I wish there could have been a “traffic signal” just to notify us
In times like these we cannot presume everything to be normal.
Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim.
Finding the gimmick of Love!
Let's dance together amidst the flower and devour Nature's power.
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions...
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly demanding immeasurable unite.
CONTEST: Ten lines from Ten poems poetry contest
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Poetic Lines chosen from the following poems. Viz,
1)Zero Action Without Any Options
2)Gentle Touch
3)In the Fragility of Dreams:
4)Seeking Love Signal
5)In Times Like These:
6)Summer's Heat
7)And Now for Something Completely Different
8)Script of Mother Nature
9)ABC Melancholic Angel Adopts ‘smiling Depression'
10)Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable
The whole world is waiting, all ears agog,
For your birthday, to start a dialogue,
Your goodness is daily praised by their gongs,
For at no time, you blamed them for their wrongs.
Your heart gleams bright, free of any hatred,
So why won't your birthdays be this sacred.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty ~
That, that nature adopts as its duty.
Bottles! Allow all wines to jailbreak~
Their readiness to spread joy is at stake,
Bellies! Why tarry to relieve your hunger?
Allow your satiation be kept younger.
All directions now lead just to your home,
Your birthday frees idle legs of their roam.
Even angels wish you happy birthday.
Many happy returns our mouths pray.
CESSATION
That pain is like treading on bottle tops
Or stumbling into some hidden caltrops
Suddenly, as when some lightbulb pops
The welcome relief when it finally stops
Like making big gains on currency swaps
The blood pressure and heartrate drops
Yet is thought so typical of all milksops
With a false sympathy everyone adopts
Once ended, one hopes it never returns
Not just pain, but embarrassment burns
Yet that is only one of several concerns
How to grin and bear it, one soon learns
To hold your breath as the jury adjourns
It is more a prize of resilience one earns
But recall how much the stomach churns
When it’s never over, if one so discerns
Some sort of final line must be crossed
Ideas of permanent pain must be tossed
No wonder that one may then feel lost
As if buried deep within the permafrost
Like being frozen stiff without a riposte
Or see one’s ongoing destiny embossed
But with a better ending than a holocaust
Just seeking cessation at almost any cost
punctuation walks
on eggshells
when
words like
water
falls
flow into nothingness,
soaked in syrupy syllables
behind veiled vowels
assonance is the twin of
consonance as
a e i o u
are an
unfinished bridge
without connection
of consonants
weaved together
in visible
unspoken actions
woven without words
just like rhythmic meter
of thunder with lightning
like a lost refrain in a poem
assembled with enjambment
metaphorical reflections of a
reflective metaphor portray a
m i r a g e less sincere than silence
value blossoms
when the body adopts
a gospel language
where speech
is unnecessary
unless expressed
through true
dialects of conduct
without the use of
lyrical accessories.
("Cheek to Cheek", 2024, original encaustic)
Key to the Highway
Everybody knows
Deep down in their bones
That what you see
Is what you get
The mind being a
Conditional thing
Adopts, adapts,
reflects, refracts
Whatever it is
We focus upon
Be it heaven
Or be it hell
So remember this
As you make your way
That what you see
Is what you get
But what you look for
Now there
Is the key
(2/19/24)
Humanity Exists As Sad Creatures With Evil Skins
Reprieve may be a fine desert or a freedom to live
A blessing freely granted or the power to freely give
But we must dare admit what immense courage some things take
And use our smart brains to identify the sorrowful fakes
For humans react to threats in many kinds of strange ways
But evil exists and demand opponents dearly pays
War savagery that with pure delight evil men do
Truth is one sorrowful day it may attack me and you
This world to oft engages in darkness and destruction
Mankind adopts wickedness as primary instructions
We have no true safeguards when war its ugly head does raise
Best if we trust our God, and give his Son our faithful praise.
Humanity exists as sad creatures with evil skins.
Full of selfish desires, greed in hearts of women and men.
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jan. 21st, 1972
Note. This is the truth about humanity.
Unless under Christ's banner, they too oft exist as evil creatures on the take, imho.
November sets emerald leaves ablaze,
igniting flames of scarlet and cerise.
And as long nights overshadow short days,
Mother Nature unveils Her masterpiece.
Scarecrows are left guarding empty gardens,
while Jack Frost's brush colors the dying leaves.
And two Thanksgiving turkeys get pardons
as Fall's brisk breezes strip the trees like thieves.
Autumn adopts an orange undertone,
as the fields are gleaned and canopies thinned.
And the naked trees get stripped to the bone,
skeletal branches rattling in the wind.
December triggers the death throes of Fall,
whereas the flowers all shrivel and die.
And the geese fly south with a honking call;
trumpeting, that Winter will soon drop by.
When depression overshadows sunlight,
making me pine for Nature's solitude;
I head off to my favorite campsite.
Nature's tranquility is a delight;
while city life tends to leave me unglued,
when depression overshadows sunlight.
When I'm debating choosing fight or flight,
slipping into a melancholy mood,
I head off to my favorite campsite.
Replacing neon lighting with starlight
gets my spirit rekindled and renewed,
when depression overshadows sunlight.
At those times when nothing I do feels right,
and the whole world adopts an attitude,
I head off to my favorite campsite.
I love to sit alone in the moonlight;
and enjoy Nature's tranquil quietude.
When depression overshadows sunlight,
I head off to my favorite campsite.
Silence adopts calm
noise stupid as it is yells
produces further blare
Dust-Dust,
irresistible, the
city of water,
adopts anyone
who passes it by.
The river glistens
soft and wide, this
the city doesn't sleep
even at night. Postcard
world exists here with
blue reassuring skies.
The local, rustling in
Rhythmic strides,
triggering the locals.
The wind, however,
Complimenting,
reminding the
beauty this city
has always Been.
1840 million people,
And one place to
call
Home.
Hover over my trauma, sharp as a vulture, swoop
Surround old scenarios with an offer to devour
Wipe the memory card of pain I play on loop
Grab my glitches with talon weapon power
Wounds bouncing red announce danger
Jab at, stab, peck out infection, empty of pulse
Rip it, sniff the adrenalin, swallow all sorrow
Pluck eyeball delicate, until blank as dolls'
They blink thanks, hurt healer Hallowed
Wounds open have happiness follow
Latch onto my carcass, alight at cliff side guard
Reptilian talons take off, lift me limp and ripe
Black soil fall apart, fresh organs' harvest
Seasons redefined by your vital swipe
Wounds swept ride a wayward kite
Feather buffer bolstering capable chest convex
Adopts torment, swiftly rids it from intruder
Cleansed, amended by aves benevolence
Oblivious to doubt with bathed bruises
Tandem scourers never marooned
18th April
Empathy ate pain
Wiggledy-Jiggledy
The legend Imran Khan
Trying his best__ to bring
The stolen wealth
The Mafia is strong
Spirituality
He adopts, to improve
Country's ill health
___________________________°
(1st Feb. 2021)
Paghunda Zahid
(Former cricket star, humanitarian and the current prime minister of Pakistan, who is fighting against the deep rooted corrupt system.
Owner of free cancer hospital SKMCS, & NUML University {he built them before stepping into politics})
Come and be a part of me, now conjoined
Our lives meshed relentlessly caught
Netted forever in daily favours we appoint
In constant debt to save love's abort
Entity rules written on parchment ethereal
Compile acumen requirements
Tolerance adopts compassionate interior
Faith pledge beckons kindness
Independance threatens from near corner
Sinister as demon intending to leap
Reports a lost opportunity to love coroner
Solitary plight, pride intends to keep
Conscious strive for linking brings prosper
Combined denotes concerned
Response an innate component longed for
River of reciprocation yearned
Innoculated beneath doctrine of obligation
Committed beings tread carefully
Self derived bliss retains a vapid formation
Of solace seen in together revelry
1st November
- torn in concept
of tug of war demanded
by needing others as much
as I rely on myself
These glorious colors of hope in the sky,
From red to violet to blue,
Depend on the gaze of each peering lover,
It differs from each point of view,
You see, sunlight bounces off its own water drop,
Adopts a color to share,
And heads straight to your lovely soul,
Controlled by the love in the air,
So what you see is a little different to me,
Different shades from the arc way up high,
Made by different tints of an ocean,
Emotions that come from the sky.
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