My zen lifestyle
Today ,I think I have got the keys
To unlock the closed exchequer of zen lifestyle
By breaking the soil above my dormant smile
That I wore when I was a kid
Even after I lost my favourite pencil box
I have stopped doubting my calibres
That weigh forever lighter
Compared to my colleagues success chart
See through windows at late tranquil hours
To wander lost in starlight skies
I practice silence to pacify roaring waves of pessimistic thoughts
At toughest moments I chant ,this shall pass away
Treasuring experiences more than possessions
Highlighting sentimental instances in my heart's book
Though it's a bit hard yet rewarding to let go
When someone snaps at me
Maybe I can be more refined the very moment next
The gift called life ,I received from divine powers
Rather than clinging to the past and present
I keep rolling as stone to gather pace in walk of life
With my open and broad mind
I finally got my much sought zen lifestyle
11/11/2018
Categories:
calibres, growth, inspiration, strength,
Form: Free verse
Knock knock ding dong .... Moon calling. Here I am. Circular white and glowing. Look at my craters. Great arena aren't they. Look out for that long blue ridge. There is a translucent triangle. Moving. Round and round. Good isn't it. Now I would like to sit down. It is day. I have shone all night. Let me rest. Oh fantastic you have made me a seat. Such lovely fabric too. Thankyou so much for this. And a brew too. With bread. Besides the roaring fire. I will tell you the story of the colours and then I must sleep. Swinging swirling shaping shafts simmering shimmering sedately. Ornate. Every eon brings a spade. A spade that digs and offers hue to a blackness. Auric Vedic beauty beams. Iridescent in form. And delivered. Sky capsules if human formation are simply not powerful enough to eradicate the flow. Timeless. Ceaseless. Endless. And now I sleep. Thankyou for your hospitality. Wave to me tonight. Calibres cantering catering clapping. Good. Xxxx alder Abram p y q
Categories:
calibres, anniversary, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
A dish issue is whether the verb forms a series of events containing two or three ingredients. Ingredients are often officially interesting when placed. And material such as Velcro is very very useful when balancing on a widespread bed of crockery. Well cook then. Worldy worldwide without waste. And a hare is never a problem when hopping through an abyss. Calibres of officialdom. Wow. No problem at a beach house and home and away for the weekend is fine but the other side of the United Methodist Church is the name of the first place of worship. Oh dare one meet a jackdaw in a cardboard car. Or a ministerial monkey. Holidaying hopping hippies have havens. And bend not over a crevasse as dangers stem from rock. And blades spawn from spacial secrets. Secretary then. A portly lady humming. Hahahaha and now a salty dew. Hahahaha and an additional android arguing. Hahahaha dare to swim with the dog. *** multiplication z
Categories:
calibres, anniversary, autumn, beautiful, betrayal,
Form: I do not know?
Arm deals and more arm deals, that's all I see.
Calibres change, the type of artillery
Changes, the game players grey and go and
Are replaced by darker capillary
With greater thirst for bleeding enemy
And with more dangerous artillery.
Deadly toys in the hands of eager youth,
Intended for warding off intruders:
Scaring them with heaps of artillery
So that they would harder prepare soldiers
If the should covet and desire to loot.
In their minds they have peace in their brooders.
But to brood over unused firepower
While only playing with blanks on dummies
Kindles unquiet thirst only blood can quench
Kills empathy for sonless war mummies,
And in blasts of gun smoke the youth's flower
Drowns its thirst in the thud of fall'n bodies.
(c) Nyonglema
Categories:
calibres, africa, america, dark, death,
Form: Verse