There's a shindig in town where the upper class flocks
This societal stuff Joe constantly mocks
bow tie and black shiny shoes
entry for Joe they politely refuse
If you want to come in wear more than a pair of brief jocks
Spoke to a bloke
from Blighty
whose wife
wouldn't wear a nightie
when she rolled over
he told me
her ankles were tangled
then turned back
her throat strangled
all the more
'I can't retire' she sleepily said
so instead she wore
bloomers to bed
Antique ceiling tiles were shaking loose
I had a birds eye view of what would
be normal in this type of barn
the science of love is in
ones willingness to be loved
in such willingness one
includes their needs wants and
reputation
not wanting to be involved due
to association to others
might be enough
to reduce the feelings
and dissolve a relationship..
In poreparation for love
might two fdefined goals and simularities
mature emotionally
develop self awarness and socail
awarness
assocation will people
who resect the coulpe
and respect each person as an indivdaul
it steeps into respect
don't be afraid to experiment
with different approaches.
finding new freinds may lead you into
loving and liking new genres
technequies and proper focusing
Sometimes, just a small spark of empathy
Can brighten up another’s mind to see
The value of love and understanding
To lift the weight of negativity
For darker thoughts and doubts debilitate
And obstruct the path that leads us to heal...
We must shine our love to illuminate
The path that love and compassion reveal!
Don’t ignore those in spiritual need
Because the deepest of our wounds don’t bleed
They thrive wherein silence is the weapon
That amputates hope the soul sorely needs
A smile looks nice, but try on compassion
It’s transformative attire for the heart...
For suffering without understanding
Strips a soul bare while it tears love apart.
Her goodnight clothes send me an invitation that reads: come play with me
Oversized sleep tee leaves room for my palms to follow your skin
Fuzzy Shorts that hug all the right places my hands can't touch at once
Shorts that stop above the cheeks so I can see them smile at me
Grabbing thighs, pulling hips, getting drunk off your curves
Feeling you close hoping your skin reads my palms
Read between the lines and see how much my fingerprints miss you
Massaging your feet, curving your calves, hand full of thighs, too much booty too hold but I can't let go
Carving the stress from your back, pushing the pain from your shoulders
Molding peace into your temple
Bringing a softness from the strength of my hands
How does that feel
Cuddle me she says
I gladly wrap my legs and arms around you
I want to anaconda swallow you
Sorry if my body suffocates you
I can't help it, because it's needs your body to breathe
p.s. take your clothes off I want to be closer...
Night’s black velvet spree.
Moonlight on blue sea.
Her royal attire.
Shimmers like sapphire.
Jewels for her gown.
Moon’s image. Her crown.
-3-
Depression is a coat I wear constantly now
It used to hang in the closet now and then
I’d take it out to see if it fits and put it back
Its drab colors are enticing when I’m bare
I’d take it off misbelieving I still could
It was too costly to wear all the time
After what I’ve been through the size fits
Now, I can’t make the coat unzip
I see others in the spotlight strutting bare
With a coat on I swelter in joy’s lamp
I used to say just in case it pours inside
Then I'd run to the closet like a model
But, it's now knitted in skin in any weather
Now I know I'll wear it for my open casket
Its corduroy will no longer shroud my joys
Its diagnosis will be unsewn then
Even with no rain, I am bundled up
The soggy jacket knows me too well
It has stitched itself into my persona
It repels me from happiness at times
With no choice, I’ll act presentable
It never disappoints despite catcalls
That coat that never falls on the runway
So, I’ll make depression a fashion show
writing
Writing is rubbing words together
Enough to make fire ,
regardless of how bad is weather
Scribble the pen to make yourself inspire,
Stop doing useless blether
Fulfill your own desire,
Animals are killed for there leather
So don't be foolish to stolen by soft spoken attire,
regardless of how bad is weather
Scribble the pen to make yourself inspire!
~Manjeet!
(Besife??)
The Sun, the Earth, the Sky
And the birds come to fly,
Their wings wrapped with golden feathers
Kiss the white clouds and the mere blue sky.
The sky stands alone
A lone traveller, who covers the whole of Earth.
White fluffy clouds are its ornaments
While the Sun is its vermillion spot!
Stands the green mountains,
Giving it the huge green attire.
And the birds come to fly...
Brown and hard and fertile
Is the Earth,
Where one can find a variety of life,
Wriggles a worm deep beneath
Stamps an elephant on its sheet,
Jumps the kangaroo over the plains
And feasts the lion on the meat!
And, here comes the farmer
Tilling the layers of ancient survival,
Grows potatoes, beans and pumpkins
This is the sweet Earth where we all lie.
The Sun with its radiant look,
Provides light to read a book
Vitamins to survive
And the perfect evening scenarios...
Where the Sun meets the horizon
And changes from blue to yellow to orange
And a dark night full of fireflies.
And then, the owl hoots
From the tree branch,
The dark night full of pride
Whistles to the wind,
And the trees behind
The trees behind, the trees behind!
Nice to see you with kids two
And thy being flora friendly too
Green hue now shines with flavour
Oozing with eco-friendly fervour
In modern attire my Goddess rocks
I feel many pleasant shocks
After a huge hiatus thy tweet
Makes my day superb sweet
No words to express my gratitude
For thine is an awesome attitude..!!
Fire, wearing ash,
leisurely sleeps,
yet, the dozing fire,
when meets with air
ashes every attire.
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We could cross the copse with ease
yet risk no wound to our knees,
if we'd wear our heavy boots
and watch hidden roots of trees.
a jueju (quije) March 9, 2020
4 lines, 7 syllables each.
Jungle demands ease
don't injure your knees.
Heavy hiking boots
handle those tree roots.
a jueju (wujue) written March 28, 2017
4 lines, 5 syllable each.
The throb of the obeisance is to
alternate a action of speech at a unset action .
Yet to breath into a beautiful desire, called Life.
Not long til the sunrise and the fate is pressed
to assign the function of meditation or ability.
-Quateria Greene
E-arly morn has broken,
N-ight shadows fade away;
N-ew dawn and beacon
E-rase the dark and gray.
J-ust let twenty-third January come,
A-llow it to warm your birth;
N-either sun nor light
E-liminates the mirth.
O-pen your eyes to the array,
L-et the flame fuel the fire;
I-t's a worn crimson dress,
V-iew the girl in red
A-ttire.
Ode to my crocs -- BALD from high wear,
In serious need of good-riddance
During my TREAD on a wet floor with care
In the throws of a SKID and imBALANCE
By the absence of any TRACTION
Between the floor and the sole of my croc
In need of replacement action
for my crocs on the croc-chopping block
Up from the floor no worse for the wear
Through all the sales in the fliers
At the store with the Croc footwear
Back home with the new set of TIRES
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