A blue feather floats into my dreams,
Carried by the storm, it softly gleams;
Angry clouds gather in the heavens,
They seem they're at sixes and sevens;
Earth bound, the blue feather crashes hard...
Falling from bed, I find my dreams jarred!
At ten, I have composure to maintain
At nine, I know the chance is all but mine
At eight, I beat back fears and thoughts of a one-eighty
At seven, I am at sixes and sevens
At six, I draw my know-how and pull all of my tricks
At five, it is lose or win, die or survive
At four, all my strength is brought to the fore
At three, I am careful and carefree
At two, I am at point of no return but follow through
At one, it was easier said now it’s done
At zero, I am either a trier or a hero
DISTICH TRISTICH truth to tell, two or three lines in parallel
TETRACTYS Stebbings did contrive a complete thought in five
DEMI SONNET at sixes and sevens
VERBLESS POETRY verse in words sans verbs
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With the advancement of age
Man starts to think about marriage
The boy and the girl are nubile.
It's high time to change the living style
Through the union of husband and wife
Marriage brings stability in life.
Being the foundation stone of the family.
It is the source of progeny.
However, sociologists have divergent opinions.
To preserve freedom they propose free-union.
Tie a noose around your neck
You find yourself in the bottleneck
Who said marriages are made in heaven?
For it turns everything at sixes and sevens
Many affirm previously they were well
Now life has become a hell
So, if it's not a perfect mode of living
Is there any new method for our well being?
straws
at sixes and sevens
on a crow's nest
I have lost my way to you
Moving with new finger
My days are at sixes and sevens
Yet I am enjoying the waves.
Somewhere decorum, somewhere pandemonium
Somewhere parsimony, somewhere bleeding heart
Somewhere love, somewhere hatred
Somewhere revenge, somewhere forgiveness
Somewhere bondage, somewhere liberty
Somewhere eccentricity, somewhere selflessness
Somewhere egoism, somewhere humility
Somewhere complexities, somewhere simplicity
Which ones to permit the soul?
To acclimatise and dominate
Life keeps changing every spur
Discrepancies are inevitable
To be water or a rock?
Will it attain a pool of boundless solitude?
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