NFL SUNDAY
AND CFL SATURDAY
AND NCAA
It’s raining all night, and I’m sleepless
Each random thought carries me through
This habit to think is ridiculous
Except when I’m thinking of you
Hope you would approve my idea
I’ve no desire to celebrate
The date of upcoming New Year
The symbol of time that can’t wait
Champagne and that fabulous salad
We can go without easily
The spruce with the shimmering garland
Oh dear, it’s too much for me
I paid off a many New Years
Each one was no better than old
I’ve watched the sunrise over hills
I’ve lived up a tale no one told
So why not remain in the past
To drown in your eyes with the sun
That jumped like a ball between us
When we were alive, having fun.
Aldo's soul is alive God
Because you kept him alive God
Aldo's soul is dirty with
Blood stains
PIease God wash aldo's soul
And make it whiter than snow
After you wash Aldo's soul
Put a band aid so that the cut can heal
Because AIdo knows there is a
Cut in his soul
The cut is small , the size of his
Little fingers
Draw the water slow,
From the well of love and pain,
And drench me with life.
"Read away and let your imagination soar." By Poet......
I love books both new and old,
did you know there is power between the pages?
A book is made up of paper and ink,
the words give power to the fiction.
As a reader one can go many places,
learning about life and living.
Reading can bring one's imagination to life,
as you turn the pages reading away.
We can place ourselves and feelings in the story,
as we become one of the characters.
Sometimes it will take our breath away,
other times it may put us to sleep.
As a writer our imagination comes alive,
when the ink hits the paper.
The power of fiction,
can take us over as we write.
The letters become words,
then the words become sentences.
Our story becomes alive for the reader to enjoy,
after all we write for our readers.
As we write happy or sad,
the reader's feelings will come out.
We hope the reader will enjoy,
our vision for the poem or book.
With a vestige of myself within me,
she tells me to hold her firmly.
she is prone to misery
prone to death,
cause she is the curse herself.
she's afraid that the cacophony of finks will consume her,
and it will slowly start to euthanise her,
The body is alive and sound, working effortlessly,
cause it's the heart that is scarred for an eternity.
Now i am the one with a facade,
beneath that, there's a carcass of a breathing body
maimed by so many....
alive once again
When I take my last breath and my life fades away, listen for angels with their harps and the happy tune that they play
You see, death is the beginning and is like opening a door, as the hurt and pain you have suffered will be no more
You will no longer be old or confined to a bed; you will be the younger
You and not a grey hair on your head
In heaven with the angels where you belong, reunited with loved ones you thought were long gone
And when they say death is the end and you are no more, you just have to follow the light through that open door
So don’t be afraid and don’t shed a tear; you will not be alone, and there is nothing to fear
So when your time has come and you are no more, just walk a few steps through the open door
To a place of peace and where there is no pain, a place where you are young and feel alive once again.
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When scattered gray clouds getting warm, rain;
A wooden veena, resting on a lady’s lap, comes alive;
And mesmerized by her beauty, plays inspired notes.
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Some scattered gray clouds
Getting warm in morning sun,
Sprout dark roots and rain.
A wooden veena
Resting on a lady’s lap,
Comes alive with joy.
She, harp of all harps,
Inclined on her pair of breasts,
What inspired notes plays!
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Musings | 27.08.2026 | clouds, joy, music, rain, Haiku
We are told that God created us in his own image. If that is the case, we should all be
entities, as God was an entity.
I find myself asking, are we really alive or are we just shadows of the past looking into the
future?
They say that tomorrow never comes and yesterday is gone, so are we just in a loop not
going forward and unable to go back?
I don’t see how they say that our soul never dies. Do we then become an entity forever, to
be stuck in a time that has no beginning and no end?
We go through the act of living, but in reality, we are getting ready to die, moving closer to
becoming the entities that we were at the beginning.
So are we shadows of entities from the past, or are we the same entities that
have been around for thousands of years?
Will we ever disappear in a puff of smoke or will we just keep roaming this
earth, just changing how we look?
We will stand at a grave of a loved one and cry for someone who is not gone
but alive in some parallel universe as an entity just waiting to reappear as a
different entity.
When the ropes untie
Releasing desires that underneath lie
You will grasp what it means to strive
And what it feels to be alive
Isn’t that you smiling from your abyss
Devoid of anything found and missed
Caught in the middle to lose at both sides
Watcher of time with its high and low tides
Doer of nothing and listener of rain
Living through ages you dared to attain
There you sit in your saggy armchair
There you think of what nobody cares
Anyone who is alive seems fed up
Those who are dead never drank from your cup..
Grifting, Betrayal Vibes Alive
They broke me in pieces,
Thought I'd stay scattered on the pavement
But I ascended like a scandal they couldn't
Repose, every word a renewal.
I stitched my scars with tempo, made my
Heart beat,
A drum line, turned their lies into study,
Turned my pain into a spine.
I trudge heavier now-not with hurt, but with
Savvy, Every pace a comeback, Every breath a
Showing.
They tested to dim my fire, but I'm born with
Sureness.
But from Betrayal, activated by vision,
Unshaking, loosened up- A self- made revision.
A little steel robot named
Spark had a dream,
To join in a family and
eat some ice cream.
He watched from the
window as children would
play.
And wished he could join
them and laugh through the
day.
His dogs were all shiny, his
wires were all bright,
But he wanted a hug when
he turned off at night.
He made a cardboard heart
with a big red design,
And taped it right over his
battery line.
He walked to the park with a
hopeful metal grin,
And asked a kind family, "Can
I please fit in?"
The mother knelt down and
she patted his head,
"You don't need real skin to
be family, " she said.
The children cheered loudly
and gave him a squeeze,
While Spark felt a warmth
from his head to his knees.
He helped bake the cookies
and sweep up the floor,
And watched for the
mailman right by the front
door.
Even though made out of metal
and powered by gears,
He shared in their laughter
and wiped away tears.
He didn't need blood or a
heartbeat to strive,
The love from his family
made Spark feel alive.
In the heart and in the head, a beating secret never dead. A beauty, seen in red and black, never breathes or steps back. Her smile may seem alive, but something differs in her eyes. never at a single glance, but more than that puts you in a trance.
If there were love in the world, we would see everyone smiling, brothers loving their brothers sincerely.
Look at everything happening in this world, the acts of violence tearing it apart.
If love reigned over the whole earth, our children would lay down their warrior weapons and return to school.
Look at all those who have fled their countries to seek refuge elsewhere, and those orphans deprived of their parents. The food crises shaking the world.
Nevertheless, you and I know that one day, we will meet again in a wonderful paradise. Far from all this suffering and misfortune. There, you and I will reside in joy, absolute happiness, justice, peace, and love. What a magnificent hope to cling to! ???
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