I spend 80% of the day waiting for you to come home
And the other 20% hoping you won't leave again.
It's never easy
But through the summer's and winter's,
those fresh spring's and chilly fall's
I'll be there.
Right where you left me
The life of a pet is never easy.
looking at the state
of this world surrounding me
anxiety poverty and despair
are all I now see
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
take a moment be grateful
give God all the glory
take a moment be grateful
God's mercy was afforded to me
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
the only things promised in life
are the love of God
plus His grace and mercy
which I take to heart
and I'll never forget the actions
of Jesus Christ
the Resurrection which gave me
an opportunity to have eternal life
take a moment be grateful
give God all the glory
take a moment be grateful
He's writing my story
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God,
I'm grateful that I ain't
Beneath a crown of jagged, frozen night,
He sits upon a throne of ash and bone.
His breathing steals the silver from the light,
And leaves the gasping, frightened world alone.
No crimson robe adorns this solemn king,
But woven shadows draped across his chest.
He does not speak, yet dark horizons ring
With quiet echoes of his utter task.
His scepter is the sudden, chilling frost
That halts the beating of a summer heart.
He counts the treasures that the living lost,
And tears the fabric of the stars apart.
Yet beauty lingers in his hollow gaze,
A quiet peace within the longest sleep.
He ends the torment of the winding maze,
And guards the secrets that the dead must keep.
I’m sorry I curse at you with every breath.
I’m sorry I sometimes wish you death.
I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you wanted.
I’m sorry your dreams for me are haunted.
I’m sorry I detest STEM.
I’m sorry I love what you condemn.
I’m sorry you got kids you didn’t want.
I’m sorry I’m not someone you can flaunt.
I’m sorry for a great many things,
but I’m not sorry for everything.
I’m not sorry for wanting to be better than you
I’m not sorry for wanting a heart so true
I’m not sorry for not chasing success
I’m not sorry my life isn’t a game of chess
I’m not sorry for pointing out your flaws
I’m not sorry your preferences aren’t laws
I’m not sorry for having a favorite parent
I’m not sorry mom’s love for me is apparent
I’m sorry for a whole lot
but for everything, apparently not
I hope someday we can laugh about this
and that our relationship won’t be amiss.
I do love you dad
You just make me really sad
- Even darkness shines in a dance with butterfly wings - quote by poet
She dances in the dark
expressing passionate emotions
Through movement
with a partner or alone
Dance gives her a sense of belonging
stimulates socializing
A bridge between the visible
and the invisible world
As humans, we are equipped with
a wide range of passion
regardless of whether you are blind or not
Dance serves as a delightful sanctuary
Gone but not forgotten
The people that died
Of Aids
Gone but not forgotten
The homeless
That have died of frostbite
Gone but not forgotten
The whales that the poachers
Poached
Gone but not forgotten
The soldiers that had
Died in the war over seas
A pair we were once
but fate went its own way
now we remain in letters
She didn't walk the way the world expected
None could guess what storm she had weathered
She moved and moved and never stopped
And her every footstep was strong and bold.
With a body that has carved its own battles
Adversity could not shake her firmness
She carried none of its sting and bitterness
But joyfully shared only smiles and sweetness.
While we speak of limits and constraints
She spoke of immense possibilities
Always exploring her potentialities
And lived them as graceful entities.
She refused any act of sympathy
And spurned faint token of empathy
All the time stood firmly saying no to pity
Predictably preferred the ground of dignity.
Legacy of self-dependency and dignity she sowed.
In her life journey all along, she has proved
That Power and strength are not measured
in strides but in the grit and spirit imbued.
Smile might mask my dismay, but I feel bad,
I hide my grief today, but I feel bad.
In crowded rooms, my shadows start to stray,
My pet corners on me prey, I feel bad.
Like a puppet dancing on broken wire,
I let the cruel strings play and feel bad.
I flaunt a forced smile of joy on my face,
A grand show to look okay, but feel bad.
When luck serves honeyed wine upon my tray,
I smash the glass midway and still feel bad.
So how I dig own grave in which to lie,
And happily buy decay to feel bad.
The cheering crowd demands a happy face,
I resort to sham display and feel bad.
_________________________
Introspection | 23.08.2026 | feelings, grave, happy, loneliness, Ghazal
Note: This ghazal is a psychological paradox on today’s times. Many find a strange comfort in melancholy.
Gone but not forgotten
The people that died
Of Aids
Gone but not forgotten
The homeless
That have died of frostbite
Gone but not forgotten
The whales that the poachers
Poached
Gone but not forgotten
The soldiers that had
Died in the war over seas
But who will free the poetry
Of its endless binding history
In doing so free you and me
To write as if we’re truly free
Of meters lockstep droning march
Of lifeless linen, too much starch
Tongues twisted by alliteration
Trains of words leaving the station
But who will free the poetry
Still locked within the who of me
Until I shout – “just let it be”
For poetry’s always been free
Its forms a method to a means
Ekphrasis words creating scenes
Of city streets in tattered jeans
Fairy tales of rescued Queens
So, fill the page with loving’s rage
A gentle breeze on windblown sage
Release the Kraken of the mind
Rescue the poet left behind
SO RAISE YOUR TOAST
RAISE YOUR GLASS!!!
SHE KICKS BUTT>>>UU
SHE KICKS ASS
HERE I AM
HERE I STAND!!!
I JUST HOPE ONE DAY SHE UNDERSTANDS!!!
I think I may just
Do this well ...
Write a verse of words
With one sill a bell.
So a short one,
Here it goes!
"Heads, sold hers
Knees and toes!"
Few but the blind,
Can see the alternatives,
And the few who can see like the blind,
Often find themselves in a bind,
When offering alternatives to the many who are not blind,
But keep their blinkers on,
Making it difficult to see they are not using their scone,
To prevent them walking into an alley that is blind,
Where only few but the blind can see their way clear,
To breathe in some fresh air
To avoid waking up blind to alternatives
That are open, only to those who use their initiatives.
(Fireflies dance in a circle
In barren shrubs, alone.
But I am not there.
New highways of
My city calls me home,
But I am not there.)
Flowers must have sprung
In the spring along the Hesco site,
I was fourteen with a friend there
Sixteen in a rainy ride,
I turned seventeen there with my beloved.
nineteen and I yearn for it’s sight.
Winterline sneaks out in the evening,
The sky sheds color till twilight,
In my ear, echoes call for long walks
And conversations in the absence of light.
an old couple walks there still,
I miss watching the love stroll of autumn nights.
(A road circles back to my school,
But I won’t be there,
Mother’s voice trembles in my absence,
But I won’t be there)
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