What fate can be worse than this
That she’s there, mood too, but not rain.
And a luck far worse than this--
I reach, wait, she misses the bus.
What kind of justice be this--
Bliss but to her, banes to bless me.
Come to kiss me, O my fate,
Wish my hard luck a hideous hell.
If not, change thy loaded dice,
Relieve my luck from its ill lease.
But then, whose fate is so fair?
To get the juice one has to squeeze.
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Tongue-in-cheek |15.07.2026 | fate, justice, kiss, luck, rain, couplets,
Should desert’s dearth unleash in life,
O wait till wafts cool breeze in life.
In grayish dry terrains, look for
A lush green oasis in life.
No life doth face only but banes,
Look for islands of bliss in life.
Life’s never just a despair of
Doldrums, soft breeze does kiss in life.
Ye need be a nigh bit patient
To cook your choicest dish in life.
Let sea of life whirl surface waves,
Deep down reigns profound peace in life.
So, cut out all the kitsch in life,
Should joy be your heart’s wish in life.
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Ghazal | 03.11.2016, revised June 2026 | breeze/wind, life, kiss, peace, wish/desire
Tears are not water drops
But dipping crystal balls
Packed with profound feelings~
Let not banes from our mouth
Or furies of our acts
Sting a soft simple soul.
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It seems, conflicts and even full-fledged wars have become common in the world we live in today. Despite the life-threatening circumstances however we have no option but to live blunting our senses as if nothing has happened. Life too has no less conflicts and yet we have to live. This ghazal reflects this sentiment.
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With this life’s unease I’d to live--
By stifling my wish I’d to live.
Alibis no more, I’d to live,
With banes bare of bliss, I’d to live.
On sail-less boat, unfulfilled dreams,
On a half-baked dish I’d to live.
Bearing burdens unbearable,
Hope on a long leash I’d to live.
Amidst all waging wars in world,
On my inner peace, I’d to live.
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Ghazal | 03.05.2026 | bliss, fish, leash, peace, unease, wish
Honey, I bought a rose for you to prove that all things die
But even in death they live on that's why i bent my knee and smiled
you to remember
happier times
you to remember
happier times
Honey i wrote a note for you to prove I'm still alive
With a polaroid photo to bring memories to light
you to remember
happier times
you to remember
happier times
Honey don't cry
If else then
Live more life than I've lived
Tribute me with acts of true joy that money cannot give
Our laughter filled the air like the rainbows of little kids
Reanimate me through comedy the crucifix of your banes
We sang through our sorrows and laughed through our pains
And if you may remember me in lonesome silence and grief
There's a piece of me I've left in you to treasure and relive
Like recitations
"I need the money honey..."
Caustic systems are breaking down
My son has much to learn
Wavy chips and a bag of scarlet grapes
With Lillie's on white as snow we no more are clowns
Cosmic graves are dug above
Faded rays of luminous hot white suns
Steady dripped and venomous stitched banes of hidden stakes
With ambassadors decked to the nine we bawling
My son we dance now laugh and sing
Learning the systems were not meant to last
Honey cakes and scented roses lament a dance we yet will convene
The dew, sunshine, autumn and spring
Nature stirs in virtue and the birds sing
Heart and soul flying on vibrant wings
With joy and delight in ample swing
In my garden with beauty and grace
I sit merging with serenity and calm
Imbued with harmony and accord
Passing a day of fulfillment and ease
In the company of boughs and leaves
With beauty of flowers ready to bloom
Rejoicing aroma of retreating autumn
In cool breeze, blue sky and subtle sun
Beyond good and bad, high and low
Away from turmoil of worldly banes
In embrace of my vibe and ambiance
I live moments in silence and ecstasy
Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders.
Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders.
They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might.
Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight.
In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises.
Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises.
Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy.
Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie.
Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts.
In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots
Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time.
As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime.
No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers
You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.
Accustom, do good,
By genes, by faith, by all means,
Like wind is our banes.
A sudden burden of flipping turns him into a fraction /
Action of correction in your cranium needs traction /
Bad habits all erratic need retracted to leave the bad flabbergasted /
Dad’s had it with blabber half gassed /
Mom’s at fits with the sadder last cast /
It’s time to rebuild your gasket close the guilt and accept that past /
With loss of balance he’ll tilt a step and the other he’ll sway /
No scoffs as God grants built pep for him to innovate and crave /
Show restraints in that trot trance and let go to win a place /
Hope remains and trains to not dance against fate /
Cope complaints and aims of the banes with faith to renovate their games /
Don’t sift pains just cuff and cell those demons away for gains /
Life rift and experience creates a hell of a wince and some grimace /
But with the premise immense like an overwhelming radiance /
Lift a new obedience followed by some grievance /
Don’t review old rants allow width to come into your presence /
Father lends many ladies and gents new grief vents or pressed sense /
Plenty a second chance as a new ordinance /
Such reverence protects and proves an alliance with resurgence
Midst soothing cheers spring has unique features,
It's a grand mixture of vast boons and banes;
The spring sun is a balm for some creatures,
While its burns cause, for others, strains and pains...
Do all plants that come to life bring-in smiles?
Beech, birch, alder, and ash allergies cause;
Though gentle breeze blows in its rhythmic styles,
Don't gales and squalls have deadly claws...?
While sparrows, swallows, and swifts sing songs sweet,
Don't mosquitoes, bugs, and fleas sharply sting?
Reptiles break their hibernation retreat,
Midst butterflies, don't flesh flies too, take wing...?
Spring is, hence, not the sole season at all,
It's just one like winter, summer, and fall...!!!
09 February 2023
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
Rising, if the sun prides making high noons,
I’ve often turned life’s winters unto Junes.
What if my pen fetches no stars at first?
It knows to fight back, bargain fair fortunes.
Getting best from pen oft gets people’s goat,
I know it helps— growing cactus on dunes.
So what if some of my labour’s returned,
I know well to wait for bluest of moons.
Maybe I’m held up, not left high and dry,
I may take long but know to rise from ruins.
Poems oft pose to me a seed of thought:
Making a blank leaf black’s no great renown!
Life being life, may well go out of tune,
Tell me if you can kiss banes unto boons.
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Ghazal |15.11.2021| life, poems, poet, success
Purge this poison from my veins
I pray for you to take my pains
Supreme your kingdom reigns
If you can make and move the rains
Then you can break satan's evil chains
Rid all that banes my brain’s grains
Wash out all the stains
And definitely save my sinful remains
With virgin miles yet pining for tireless tread,
You know a lot of hard travelling lies ahead;
For the goal unclaimed stands beyond reach,
Where triumph basks on the gleaming beach.
But the blistered feet do pinch with spiking pain,
Immobilizing wounds that hatch soaring cramps;
For limbs are short but the pilgrim's journey's long,
And victory can only be won with lengthened strain.
Hope fails amidst fatigue's encumbering banes
That hit hardest on the journeyer's softest parts;
Trimming mirth and the last of enlivening cheer,
Sapping the only pillar that props sinking hearts.
The trek's hostile surrounds play no kindly friend
To tired and lonely farers on this less-taken road;
Your only mates are wild jeers that strangers send,
On this arduous path our ancient heroes often trod.
Despite the testing route's unrelenting heartbreak,
May every valiant foot march on for victory's sake!
© 03/05/2018
By Mark Miller
Love's misfortune follows blindly behind
Rancor's Raiders symptom universe foreign sky
Letter heads dispel beliefs scorn label
Fearing Man-made banes passing over beauty
Water ship drown's history maw reflection,
Tracking westward masks duty flawed deception
Marble statute presence subtle gaze delays
Within time's portal charred remains
Nature slain creation covets hidden Grace
Waging battles vapor whip of flesh confession
Mystery's mental stasis obsession runarounds risk
Divisions last defense flanks ready made sedition
Fuel hole matter breached castle's room laid sun drops
Reaching sleeping hero's rising crawl to arms
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