Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
Last night as I drifted off to sleep
My dream filled my mind with you
A dream so real I had to make a wish
That someday my dream would come true
We were standing by the waters edge
On a beautiful white sandy shore
We were lost in each other's eyes
I was longing as you craved for more
I wrap my arms snugly around you
And I held you there close and tight
As we watch the sun fall in the ocean
And the stars shine on our perfect night
After a while you turned looking at me
We both leaned in and our lips they met
Loves was tingling its way down my spine
I knew then my future with you was set
I knew that I had to have you forever
From now to the last day of my life
I had no ring but that didn't stop me
I asked you if you would be my wife
teen magazine came out in the late sixties
my mother bought it for my sister and I
every cover featured a blonde girl with blue eyes
she looked l like she surfed in California
Inside there were ads, ads, ads, ads, ads and ads.
It was a slick magazine with lots of glossy pages.
the items they sold looked enticing and necessary.
We did not have the money to buy any of this.
There were a couple of stories, and maybe a comic or two.
But the ads were the kicker.
They showed us things we never hoped to be able to purchase.
After a while, we lost our enthusiasm for this magazine.
Do you remember how excited you would get when you were about to test? Do you remember thinking that maybe if you didn’t look at it till the timer rang, it might be positive.
Thinking two pink lines meant happiness. Negative after negative, one after the other, month after month. But pain and disappointment still followed, even after you mentally prepared yourself for the worst; your world still felt dark. The bitter pain of seeing announcement after announcement, post after post yet she didn’t let the sadness and anger peek through.
She cried in secret to keep the facade that they weren’t trying month after month.
After a while, you stopped tracking. The unknown was better than the disappointment of the single line.
Your heart and head battled one another, hating your body for not doing the simple assignment at hand.
The darkness of those days, the heaviness that always weighed.
Inside you're screaming, why me! The feeling of unfairness that it comes so easily for everyone else.
All she wants is a home filled with laughter and love, while soothing an angel in her arms. And little feet racing down the hall.
Maybe one day there will be more than two.
Today Stacey
who had seemed absent minded lately
showed up at school
acting all cool
and we soon saw a hickey
which everyone referred to as Mickey
to conceal it from the teachers
who would turn into preachers
if they knew that she silently bragged
about being tagged.
Everybody wanted her to give up the name
of the boy who had brought her fame
but she wanted her crush
to remain hush hush
so she just gave us a smile.
But after a while
we saw Kyle
walking around with something familiar
and that is when we realized
that he had also been hypnotized
with the kiss
of bliss.
A Mid-Summer Cosmic Awareness Cry
The blue sky’s white clouds, once happy, became weary;
Tears flowed slowly down until a blinking loud outburst occurred:-
Following this occurrence, cloud teardrops began to fall faster;
And later, it was like those clouds’ eyes became turned facets:-
After a while, these flowing tears gradually came to a dampening halt;
Light blue sky, white clouds, and a brighter sun, all made their return:-
Wow! On this beautiful summer day, nature canvassed a streaming
Equally as beautiful as were the past days of the revered spring rains.
Such amazing awareness it is, how nature canvases the oneness
Of summer and spring’s allegorical messaging of resurrection.
I had a dream.
I don’t remember most dreams.
I was cleaning the floors of heaven.
It seemed a mixed blessing,
I was in heaven, after all
but I was cleaning the floors.
It was a part time job,
I knew that intuitively.
I don’t mind house cleaning,
heaven cleaning.
It’s calm work, kind of Zen.
Are we supposed to think of religions in heaven?
At first I scrubbed on my hands and knees.
The floors are soft in heaven, like golden gym mats.
Then I thought of it, and suddenly I had a swiffer-wet mop,
just like that - and the pad never wore out.
After a while, I had an iPod, and AirPods too.
Then a daiquiri - a banana daiquiri with a pastel rainbow umbrella.
They make rapturous daiquiris in the hereafter - they never run out.
‘Heavenly,’ I thought, snorting out a dizzy laugh.
.
.
Songs for this:
The River of Dreams Billy Joel
If the Lord Wasn't Walking By My Side by Elvis Presley
Line of Inquiry
- track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul.
People murmured, she’s the rose among the thorns
When they saw me playing with my brothers, not alone
Same line was heard more often around
When I raced with little boys, just to get a crown.
Then, I always sang the prayer song of my mother
Asking God to make me grow and bloom like flower
I felt God’s abundant care as my bud bloomed
Into a rose in my community started from home.
As first child and single rose who’d dawned so early
Petals’ exquisite hue displayed more prominently
As floral leaf burgeoned, sprawled... satiated their eyes
My doubt on fragrance, can they smell or feel me inside?
Then, I sang my own prayer song with fervor in my room
Asking God to help me track, diffuse my fragrance’s fulcrum
After a while, I felt God’s unceasing light and reply:
My child, my love's generosity with joy's in your soul, shine, emit, fly.
I am tired.
Usually in a “life has sapped itself out”
But that isn’t what this is about.
I. Am. Tired.
Of my stupid styrofoam smile
Squeaking under pressure all the while.
I am tired.
Of being walkedranmoppedraked overthroughon.
And of being treated as dumb spawn or clueless pawn.
I am calm, patient, quiet, KIND.
In the midst of grossness others spew against and on my mind.
However. My still hand does NOT mean
That I don’t find your way of existing obscene.
I may not lift my finger,
But damn does wavering will barely linger.
I am so tired of tulips and fields and eggshells.
I am ready for mortars, more ammo, some bombshells.
I am so tired of being the go-to-friend.
You know I’ll be there in the end.
I am so tired of “can I, may I, if it’s not too much”
After a while, doesn’t tired become the crutch?
Tired, exhausted, drained, and used.
Perhaps from the next I must recuse
Myself not because interests conflicted,
But rather because you don’t deserve a finger lifted.
I am so tired of being my warmth of fiery nice.
I’m so tempted to just let it all go.
Be discompassionate ice.
We loved like a thunderstorm
Brief, but powerful
Before the thunder even started
There were warning signs
Like a slight breeze
And when lightning struck
It destroyed yet stopped after a while
But there would still be more lightning
And the rain drizzled
Like the tension always between us
The grayish blue clouds
Were like the barriers
Hiding your secrets from me
A thunderstorm always ends
And that's exactly what we did
A prose poem based on Copotronic love (Scifie)
by Tamanna Ferdous
One day, I was all prepared to test him about his IQ.
After testing him with different questions in general knowledge,
I read him from an antique Bengali poet, Jibanananda Das.
"The resting place placed the restful here
Never certain if the restful is resting here, though.”
Then I asked his opinion about these two lines.
He informed me," A humane quotation with an outlier in deeper introspection."
When he was showed an art piece of Paul Gaugin,
of a polynatian girl,
he tried to perceive the art from different angles and then said,
“A deformed body had a strange reason to occupy the usage of all the colors
used otherwise irregularly.”
The valuation of paul gauguin and the remark,
it was too difficult to control a wild laughter.
After a while I stopped my loud amusement and asked him.
What was I doing?”
“You were laughing.”
“What is laughing?”
“A physical procedure devoid of meaningfulness.”
“Please try to laugh!”
He followed up with a mechanical noisy aptitude, sensible.
Prometheus, he was a machine!
was the whiskey and the jazz playing
On too many black nights with too
Many lonely women and not a poem
Between them
How many times can you run
From the shadow of the voices that
Surround you
Beating like drums in the darkness
Tasting more of your flesh each time
Not leaving enough for a man to breathe
No way for a man to live
How could the hep-cat jive survive
When my voice can only spit silence
Wasn't a dream left to filter thru
The night worn inside and out and
Bled dry a bottle singing the page blank and life in the hands of
the haves laughing at the broken shadows of the have-nots
There was a club on 34th and Second Ave where the jazzman
swung
All night long beat poets recited Tuesdays' nights and Jack was
always drunk in the third booth
Scrawling poems on paper bags and notebooks
Taking life hard on the chin and after a while not fighting back
anymore
Ain't the road thzt donev Jack in
2024.4.24
Ever since you installed on my phone,
All those fantastic Firmware,
After explaining about privacy issues.
I thought it was a wonderful idea
And you did it with good intentions
To protect me from all those spywares' infection.
But did you know, when you decided to end our friendship,
You left me struggling how to use them.
Most of the Apps you installed
Had started to have errors and troubles.
Every where I went, people shoke their head,
Stated your Apps were too far advanced.
Some even made several attempts,
At the end, they gave up on helping me,
I did not know what to do.
Someone suggested deleting all your Apps,
Getting back to the normal Google.
After a while, I decided to keep all your Apps,
Let people slowly introducing the spyware back.
Although you walked away from me,
But you actually left behind
A huge empty hole in me,
Many strange and weird Apps
Like Amaze, Conversations, Newpipe,
MPV, F-Droid, Open Camera and TEdit
And lot of Apps to drain my phone's batteries.
People also made comments,
I have been brain washed by your terrible privacy idea.
BB, why did you do this to me?
The other Illusion
I met a group of people I vaguely thought familiar
after a while it came to me and said, you are
the same people I met 15 years ago, glad laughter
we wondered if you had forgotten us.
I was baffled an old dream had produced a new one
or was there no past it all happens now.
Or did our lives have two levels one that is conscious
has a sunrise, and one we only see by accident like
someone had forgotten to lock the door.
Got up from the table and bid farewell, have to go
take the train to the valley where I once was a cobbler
and I only made wooden clogs with leather uppers.
Sitting on the bed, I could not make up my mind what
was a dream or the truth, when daylight came I knew
that dreams too were truths
The day I saw you
I felt alive
I was so aigris
Now no more despise
I really liked you but
I was scared of surprises
So I shut my mouth
And loved you from sunrises
The day we spoke
I felt screaming butterflies
The day I saw you
I know we were born for each other’s arms
I unlocked another soul
Singing and crying out of love, no despise
Here I am writing after a while
Now everything is gone
Didn’t get to walk down that aisle
Reality shot me with a gun
Away from each other by miles
At least we had a lot of fun
With you i used to fake a smile
Now i feel free cheers to day one
Another start another life
Another chance another style
Another me so goodbye.
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