Cyclical Reminisce
Pendulum skips one bang to the bead
Triggers the feeling to turn it off lead
Allows memories to run and circulated
Reminiscing promises you once articulated
Deep in mind are the guilt and regret
Keep looking back and wanted to reset
If only not tempted, no hearts will be broken
If only not lusted, no trust will be fallen
Fridays are bluer since the day of part ways
Laughing is not better than shared as always
Messages are sent waiting for responses
Hoping to be seen even it is now nonsense
Memories suddenly comes in cyclical
The unfold pages comes in unintentional
One day the fate will surely cross again
And surely, that will never cause any pain
2025.5.5
It was the 5th day of winter.
Somehow the weather was still warm,
It tickled my travel's bones.
Yes, I went all the way to Queenscliff Geelong.
I came here several times in the past,
But missed climbing up the tower part.
With it magnificent 360° clear view,
I circulated the platform along the glass windows.
My time of arrival was coincide with
The departure of the ferry Sorrento - Queenscliff.
I casted my eyes to the north-west,
There were three Islands Swan, Mangrove and Rabbit.
The Point Nepean on the far east across the sea.
On the east side of Queenscliff
There was a stretch of sand beach,
Curving it all the way to Point Lonsdale.
In one hour time, I could enjoy the sun set,
Beyond the horizon of the marina bay.
It would be lovely if I could stay.
But I had to give all that a miss,
Head back to Geelong and then home.
There will be another warm day in winter,
Before the weather drops to low temperature.
I just have to make the trip again
With or without friend in the future.
Where there is will there is way.
the choir chimed in
a chorus of rebuke
or stones we'd hurl
abusing the adulteress's skin
shoot your pocket rocks
passing judgment comes down
like diluvial rains splashing
gory-red upon your frocks
it was to be...
her luggage, some water-jars
Samaritan's soles cooked &
cured by partiality &
cancel culture, burying stars
Desert Rose Parchment Gazette
circulated the dame's tragedies
watering-hole purists rebuffed her
like Hester of Scarlet
it was to be...
but five (4+1) days late
the state of death
arose, rank and proud
with results beyond debate
Brother Lazarus' fate sealed
in the tacit tombs
there for the world
and his women appealed
none was to be
ne'er was to be
Oh, Creator of Earth,
& Heavens outweighs the
chains of men's destinies
enters seas of dearth
that i should gain
Your cherubic fiddling surceased:
extemporizing treatises in sands
divining springs quenching pain
How impossibly the author
of Tomorrow and hero
of souls and spine
of faith, the purveyor
of Paradise and mercy
of the made, despoils
death's feats & fervor.
Selah. Let it be.
In days old, oral poetry existed
(When most people, including
the authors of poems,and stories, lyricists,
artists,....couldn't read and write.)
as a part of oral literature
which had no titles,nor were the authors known.
Yet, these are from the heart
captivating the listeners.
It flaws like a river ,
with streams falling into it along the way.
It is circulated from mouth to mouth,
from generation to generation,
from the past to the present .
By the way, the contents
of these oral poems have been added to,
and some modifications might have done.
They wove oral poetry while gazing at lush nature
or remembering a loved one.
The lines were tender,
and delivered emotional feelings to the listeners.
Besides,the basis of oral poetry
may also be a love story,an event of patriotism.
or any other event the poet knew.
These oral poems and folk songs
influenced written poetry and literature.
Written epic poems are also based
on oral poetry,literature, and folk songs.
These oral traditions are of high standard
and have laid the foundation
of our rich literature,art, and culture.
Fight the algorithms
that tell us what to do,
to make us predictable,
unoriginal and bankable.
Have you witnessed how
increasingly bland and homogenous
our lives are becoming?
Choose freedom
avoid the diaries of commerce
that riff on the ubiquity of apps
resist the reductive tropes
of our published and circulated,
perspective customer identities.
Fight the algorithms
with their embedded back-lot
familiarity, built around class
and consumerism.
Try to understand the
vague, inscrutable and
purposefully circuitous.
Or stop overthinking
and embrace liberating surrender.
That’s the path I’ve chosen.
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The Gates by Da Vinci's Notebook
Talk Down Dijon
The largest bill I have seen personally is a hundred- dollar bill
I do not like them
They are not as easy to spend as a twenty-dollar bill
Or a five- dollar bill
The largest denomination circulated was the ten-thousand-dollar bill
I would like to see a photo of one of these
But would not like to try and spend it
The stores turn up their noses at the hundred
All through the forest
A holiday to commence in marvelous
It’s the Christmas trees stance
They will soon dance
A Christmas Carols are Sang
Togetherness being among
The music tempo is circulated up
Dazzle Christmas lights
All shining brightly at night
The Christmas trees are now in formation
It is a lovely creation
All this is happening outdoors
Snow begins to fall
What a way to start the holiday for all
Imagine and dream
The Christmas Trees are all in assembly
Dancing around each other
In distance of glitter is a frozen stream
The Christmas Trees are dancing on cue
They are giving the Christmas preview
Talent at its best
Dazzle of life
The start of Christmas has turned out nice.
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. tension .
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.emnity
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. in transition
featured
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a. strange
utopia
..implodes
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. ...... unappreciated
. .. circulated
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.sensitively
discerned
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disolve
in
atmospherics
It’s odd…when you stop to think about it…
once it’s formed within our mind
how a word…any word
has no meaning until it has been read…
until is has been heard.
Our words on paper have no meaning…no one will ever heed them
If the paper is not circulated…if there’s no-one there to read them.
Our words we’re thinking of are useless…no one will ever get near them
If they remain unspoken…if no one is there to hear them.
It is an awesome responsibility we’ve been given:
The power to spread joy or heartache with each and every word…
Once they have been written…and read…
Once they have been spoken…and heard.
I wish we understood more how the words we use and how we use them
make other people feel.
How our words can create in others everlasting joy…
or scars that never heal.
I wish we’d all try a little harder to release into the world
words of happiness and joy…
and limit words meant to hurt another… to debase, demean…destroy.
I wish we were more adept at using words meant to be gentle, tender and kind
and allow the harmful words…before we use them
to dissolve back into the recesses of our minds.
The fountain of God's love
Her thighs are the roots of cotton tree
And the ground on which my feet first tasted
Her hands are the gravity that held me
when I thought I could fly without wings
Her fingers still taste like raindrops on my heated body
The circulated winds from her nostrils
beathe life
in her smiles-- I see twinkling stars
beautiful flowers from the top of Everest
in her veins-- I see oceans upon oceans
oceans that tide with the peaceful hands of wave
Her face holds the brightness of the sun
as it escorts itself every morning
In her eyes-- I see winging butterflies being chased by Blue Jay
and tiger happily racing with antelope
As the branches of her eyelashes stand tall above
Her chest holds waterfall canals
That flow down from mountains built in heaven
In the heart of nature--I see jewelries
Gold, diamonds that smile with love
She is as green as Amazon forest
The sky shows her eyes
And her body is Sahara
Nature lives in her
EMPIRICAL FEELINGS
intangible mysteries
so expressive
a dimension
of
sentiment
subjective sensation
paradoxically
essential
to temperament
present
a
different challenge
in the cultural climate
a permanence
espoused
that overshadows
a sensation of life
perhaps a
pretext
deeply sublimatd
a
perfected vision
circulated
emotive in potential
imparted
by
rhythmic intervals
in permeated spheres
a
strangeness
to meld
its inimical essence
so
essential to temperament
giving
a permanence
unique to identity
in
a
network
or a connection
with
perceived
sympathy
an ornamentation
pursued
to
explicate priority
& formulate
the search
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
WORDS
memories circulated
beautiful primitive
simplicity
bright
ethereal
elevated
yet
profound
an impenetrable
phenomena
alien succumb
eccentricity
ahead of taste
a tentative speculative
in
a farrago
of anecdote
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Imagine there is no pandemic, vaccines and creation of controversy and lies
Imagine there is no wearing of masks and breathing difficulties
Imagine there are no social distancing and no people going to sleep in hunger
Imagine there are no barriers between the rich and the poor, that there is no one better than the other
Imagine standing hand in hand helping the needy as much as we enrich the wealthy
Imagine if corruption was punishable as much as stolen goods by he who does so only to buy drugs to recompense the apatite and that materialism wasn’t a song of praise and worship from those who have status
Just imagine if we all go to bed and there is no one hungry or impoverished and that the universe circulated the same for everyone
Imagine a Nation so united fighting together to stand together knowing that the Janitor deserves the same respect as the Managing Director
Imagine the value of education eliminating disadvantages, creation of thieves and desperation of people
Imagine IQ not calculated as being clever but caring and loving
Poet
Masego Nkuna
As the tenderizing tenderloin rub his meat.
The antibiotics circulated through his veins
ran down beneath his feet. The taste is off
but memorizing my mouth, as I swallow his
flavors I began to have doubts.
Marinating over night with different flavors,
as he leaves the fridge I lay to rest. I
overshadowed the instructions to meat the end,
I grab the brush to serenade the mood.
I rub down the kinks.
He's at his peak, as the aroma sets in; my mouth
waters as his meats slides In. The juices are
warm as I expected the timer has one second.
I climax as the time vibrates to the
end I enjoy every bite until the very end.
I tenderize that meat well that day.
S oul of any mem is precious to God
O pen your eyes and see things God's way
C ovid-19 is bigger than any human being
I ntelligence of men is tested beyond measure
A ll of you around the world
L earn new ways to value the soul next to you
D istance yourself from infectious behaviour
I llnesses don't move but people move it
S ocial distancing is one call we should answer
T o help us combat the spread of Covid-19
A matures-social media entrepreneurs
N ullify the importance of heeding GVT call
C omic material circulated by the amatures
I mpair government call to protect its citizens
N ever allow ignorance to blind your vision
G overnments are servants of God,obey their call.
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