The bubble is bound to burst
before long; therefore at least
A gondola you should opt for
For letting loose your emotions
Loaded with almost all oceans
Curved currents and foams
Potential fear amidst delight
and excitement; your sights
blurred by beauty that roams
along the edges of the figure
Flooding your whole existence
Mopping off all distance
Of time and space in braincase
Only the embrace, you write
and replace, the lips and face
In cloud base and fireplace
In cold case and in a horse race
Mewing wooing cooing
Howling, growling, prowling.
Doing, undoing and redoing
Life is never a straight line
Bland canned and flatland
It's waist band and dreamland
Fascinating woodland
Crescent and fluorescent
Incessantly effervescent
So no monochrome of woe
No saying always not and no
Instead, the bugle of gusto
In the meadow with a rainbow
Always the wonderful gun
In your lovely hair-bun
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18 September 2025
Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
stop your stare,
dare to help.
Though I err,
spare some love,
wipe my tear.
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| CAULDRON |
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a witch with a grumpy face,
grinning in her shadowed place.
“Fire burn, and cauldron bubble,”
she cooks up mischief-- trouble, and trouble!
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Poet's Note:
Inspired by timeless folklore and Shakespeare’s famous chant, “Fire burn, and cauldron bubble,” I wanted to bring out the fun and eerie sides of witchcraft.
If you want
To go out
Have a drink
Shake a leg
Take a bet
Take a chance
Win or lose
Have a dance
I don't really care
I don't care
All that much
Come and go
it - so?
Have a run
Getting fit
I don't really
Give a...
What do you want
Do you know
Please yourself
Let it - go
Take a risk
Feet first
Jump right in
Bubble - burst
If you think about, how you live your life
What do you want to leave behind?
I want to see the world, I want to know that I
Did the very best that I could
I pissed myself
I'm getting old
It was warm
It went - cold
Do you love?
Is that enough?
Are you the one?
I think I'm done.
(This poem is dedicated to sertraline)
Human life is like a water bubble, It appears and disappears for a moment, Try to fill up bubble by your trouble, Soar up your dream and keep silent, Protect your own energy like a bubble, Feel your worry has gone as a solvent.
Escaping this bubble
An impossible dream
Like counting every drop of water
That swims through the sea
All hope is lost here
All sense of time
I drown in my desires and fears
I can’t bring myself to life
All I can do is sit here and write
But I don’t know what to say
So I just sit here for awhile
Until it finally pours out on the page
But the words are never going to be enough
Because I’m always looking for a change
Never satisfied with my own being
Looking for the meaning in other’s lives, so fleeting.
Instead of getting up to live my own
Escaping this bubble
But when I leave I can’t breathe
I want to take my heart out of my chest
And put it away for safe keeping,
Because the way that it beats is too much to bear
Funny because I tell myself that I don’t really care.
A light is found here,
A bittersweet Hail Mary.
The emotions in the air
Bring me to my knees,
Thanking God for feelings.?
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
She liked walking.
At a certain time of day—
As she’d pass my place,
Her pace would melt.
Like sugar on a stove,
Before quickly bubbling up,
As I opened the door.
All colours caught her eyes.
From the softest red,
To the brightest green—
She would lean towards them.
With shocking electricity,
That 1000 volt smile,
Brighter than any colour I’ve seen.
Presentations were her worst nightmare.
Something straight out of a thriller—
Her heart would beat out of it’s chest.
Though rest would escape it,
As she dashed out of the room,
Into the corridor,
Frantically grabbing my hand,
Before stopping once more.
A girl who did it all.
At the very least she did most—
Keeping her love hidden away.
She’d pray to never be hurt,
Pushing away those who care,
Hoping I’d see her smile—
But all I saw was her glare.
Tapioca and Tea
I like tapioca
I like tea
Just not together in this new fad, bubble tea!
We are all bubbles,
the more connects you expand,
helps you understand.
our love is like bubble gum kisses
sweet and sticky a childish delight
a playful game of back and forth wishes
holding hands we soar to new heights
our hearts beat in sync with every chew
an explosion of flavor a burst of bliss
with every kiss our love feels anew
a moment frozen in time we won't miss
but as the gum loses its saccharine taste
we're left with nothing but an empty space
the bubble pops our love leaves in haste
leaving us alone to pick up the pace
so let's savor each kiss like it's our last
before our bubble of love is forever past
If all dream forms are illusions, so is ours,
which suggests our sole resource is silence staid,
held as prayer as minutes turn into hours,
in thought cessation when God comes to our aid,
divine bliss magnetism healing our soul’s scars,
with fears and desires of our past to rest laid.
Oh worthy hermit, body is but an urn,
a vessel for our soul, which we use to learn.
I'm looking at your eyes of pain
I can not stop or refrain
From finding out what is so wrong
If you are weak I will be strong
Your sorrow will be mine too
I am here to help you through
Tough times I will try to end
I am here as your best friend
Helping wipe away the tears
Stopping the worries and the fears
That have got a hold of you
Leaving you sad and so blue
I'll try to push away the troubles
Wrapping you in a safe bubble
That nothing can break or pop
Your crying eyes will soon stop
Turning tears into a smile
I'll make sure will last a while
Sharing good times and not bad
After all the years we've had
Growing closer more and more
No more heartache at your door
Her skill sets though narrow,
are tried and tested,
she has the tools to navigate around reality
without going belly-up.
We share the same fish tank.
She has her own patch of metaphor
and I mine.
She knows nothing of karma
or I of fate.
Occasionally, we swim together
through the same plastic castle,
both observing
a suitably awkward silence.
The great and unknowable Walt Disney
sent us cartoon gnomes
to guide us through the rocky reefs
in our heads.
It was that simple,
though we often wished
that something
more meaningful
was going on.
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