It seemed like my blind date was dim
As my pronouns are "he" and "him"
With 1 prick 4 play
How can I be "they"?
Unless I missed a sin o Nym?
M-essage
A-bout
E-motional
B-eauty
E-asea
R-eaders
N-owadays
A-s
L-ove
E-ternally
S-tays
Topic: Birthday of Mae Bernales (May 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Watch your dream fading away
Draining into asea of shallow bay
Watch the deepest passion flaming
Leaving naught,but a trifling maiming
Watch it melting undeniably
Your ultimate portion of heart falling automatically
Did you ever feel me?
Did you ever care me?
Did you ever miss me?
Did you ever need me?
Huh! Watch it all eroding aside
Every wish and fantasy you ever made
Haha! Look,look,look up
Watch it all deifting in swift gallop
All your worthless words falling bit by bit
Now watch my last piece walkway with my permit
Hey! Did you remember what you said?
Did you neglect from the ahead?
Did you just pretend?
To let me loiter in suspend
Now your turn
To yearn and learn
Keep on watching
I'm affording
For sure I'm walking away this time
I got nothing to remorse over pastime
I'm leaving to never come back
Flowering hopeful buds of happiness like of lilac.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo |
Warrior to dark's most daunting dreams
savior from thoughts that run too deep
Terrify, not one dares it seems
brings panacea to night's sleep
Beacon for flailing ships asea,
the Ana of fifty shades Grey
Beauty saving the nocturne beast
keeps subconscious demons at bay
Catches every breath with her smile
as summer's sun, a heart it warms
Intensity not seen awhile
quells the worst of fierce thunderstorms
Her touch, akin to the spring's rain
gently blooming buds to flowers
Still, mental images are vain
ne'er experience her powers
Shan't romance, seduce, love, or hold
hear her voice, feel her aura's beams
Suppose I could, though not so bold
so she must stay within my dreams
Affable windswept seas,
Awaken distant dreams
Affirming lost desires.
Agog with passion's will,
Awaiting windward hope.
Away on bounding crests,
Alive to trim such sails.
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When life seems so tempest tossed,
And all seems so hopelessly lost,
Claw back up that slippery slope!
Just remember that there is always hope!
When things never seem to go right,
And you feel you've lost your guiding light,
And in the darkest of times you trip and grope.
Just remember that there is always hope!
When in the throes of trials and stress,
And in times of dire hoplessness,
'Twill be much easier for you to cope,
Remembering that there is always hope!
When upon receipt of dreadful news,
You can dwell upon it if you choose.
It will do no good just to sit and mope.
Just remember that there is always hope!
When life has not been kind to you,
And you are feeling asea and blue,
Clinging fearfully at the end of the rope,
Just remember that there is always hope!
The magic of the moment lost in fog
Retains a sinful wishing of itself
To sit beside a busy little elf and ask an inane question for the joy
To watch a quick confusion raise a doubt
As ageless pointed ears twitch curl annoyed
What was it I was thinking of before
I turned and saw this figure at my door?
Just standing oh so tremble and demure
And then she smile and I was lost, asea
To wonder where or whether I could be
So far adrift and lost as lost could be
Although the elf is laughing. full of glee
All is not really lost. She married me.
“Aye, me maties, ‘tis a stormy sea dis day
Shiver me timbers, let’s make way for da bay”
But as Peg Leg Pete slowly turned ’is ship ‘round
A great beauty on da rocks was t' be found
“We’ll save ye, lassie,” 'e cried t' da girl
Once rescued, 'e took ‘er below fer a whirl
Crew listened as Pete’s peg on da ship’s hull beat
All steamed ‘twas da cabin, a-swirl in da heat
“Argh, men, let’s show ‘im,” grunted one jealous mate
Months asea dey’d sailed wit nary one date
So when Pete thumped ‘is way back t' da deck
'e found himself aboard a sinking wreck
“Blasted mutiny,” Pete screamed, den caught sight
O' da rum-soaked crew a-rowin’ in dim light
Aboard thar rowboat ‘twas Pete’s prized treasure chest
‘is ire was raised, as ye might 'ave guessed
Seeing Polly Parrot had left da ship too
‘Tis a lesson in dis, a sad one but true
Pirates who choose t' make love t' a beauty
Oft’ find thar mates abscond wit thar looty
The day before today, there was another me,
another me less lonely, another me free.
The day before today, when once there was
liberty, I was a creature of the ocean, my days
and nights asea.
The day before today, I ride the tube of the perfect
wave, gliding in naturalbliss, its’ surges and swells
remind me of how magical nature is.
The day before today, in the dark oceans I dived,
living off natures abundance, fishing to survive.
The day before today, life was much more sane, for
now I am fettered; my freedom I await to attain.
Today is today, I am far away from my yesterday, I am
where I am, I await the day before today.
Leander loved Hero, who lived on the opposite side of the strait, and would swim to her each
night, but was drowned in a tempest. Hero in despair cast herself into the sea.*
What body this asea all vision past
This hallow'd temple bobbing half-between?
What vengeful God has sheath'd fond Hero's light
Commanding tempest fingers long and lean?
To wake no more no more to pad the fields
Of hyacinth on fair Abydos' shore;
Is truth deep gone asparay in jet-black waves
Which buoy the spirit on no more no more
What figure this at peace which calmly drounds
While all around the shrieking bedlam raves?
What zealous spectral God does rage above
Disturbing not the silence of the grave?
*Bullfinch Mythology
soothing music, the supreme,
softest relaxant,
gracefully weaves a silken,
aural tapestry;
bathes and buoys my woe asea
in rhythmic wonders;
tames and teases my rage with
melodious splendors;
hypnotizes me into
temporary bliss
that, no matter how fleeting,
somehow compensates
for those I treasured that I may have
forever lost,
for which I'll give up all that I have
to pay the cost !
although the waves violently swirl
and splash about,
fiercely gnarl
and roar,
their rippling wavelets so gently
woo and caress
the soothing,
soft shore.
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