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Game of ramayan

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I can't swear that you will cry,
Everything is known, yet look, we both walk with a gentle smile.

I don't know what people are searching for, a Ram, a Rahim, and a Supreme Being.
What is this story of theirs that they consider true, clinging to it with their soul?
Even after death, they continue to connect their

Our Better Angels

Our Better Angels

The polished floor reflects a moonlit gleam,
A silent chapel holding a dark dream.
I etched my plea into a cold white tile,
A fragile hope against a coming wile.
But from the smooth surface, a form takes hold,
A sister to the stories left untold.
Her eyes, like shards of glacial ice, are keen,
Reflecting landscapes desolate and mean.

I

Chicano's Vitula and the Prickly Pear Collector r

                                        Higo M Chumbo 
           

Poetry

What can we do with hearts weighed down by grief?
Let’s not spread our anger, seeking no relief.
After all, we leave this world in the end,
We leave, turning to dust, where all paths bend.

I ponder deeply.
What do I give to this fleeting life?
Why do I write poetry every day, with such strife?
It’s not a medicine sold

Archimedes and The Samples of Octahedral Gems

Nesting and fabrication might lead to 
the breakthrough most wish to
achieve.

It's much more than a marvel:
and less
speculative
then other could believe.
Confinements properties,Chheaper
 and more frequent reproductive cycles.
Fields of fusion science and it's
challenges
will meet the must achieve status
The positronic net a field of
sophisticated sentiencing.
Comutationing and figurance.
Generative design.

Written by
Archemedes Primious
2024-2025

Heraldic Blessing

Under development 


Azeur Seme  fleur-de-lis, Spencer's chivalry.
Within my soul my hearts sings sonneting 
Of Raleigh Medieval poetry, I  set sail the seven seas ; 
Tis the dance of a B Minor melodic symphony, 
The horizon of an adventure awakens in me 
Oh how sweet an anthropology gently upon my Ebony and Ivory ,

Steeped in Legend The Mallard Mimic

The Mallard Mimic 
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic

Anthology poem

That to which we touch leaves print 
The children we raise, impression we make 
Plant a seed, deep within from darkness 
Choice to live for whatever reason 
Skies turn blue as much as darkness roams 
Life being what you make, despite obstacles 
Only finding peace when quietness exists 
But not in ourselves, what is it

the deuteragonist's protagonist

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                                 Not mine diddy
                   

Beautiful Smile

There is nothing on this earth 
That makes my life worth
Than the sunshine of a beautiful smile

The Road Ahead

In the distance, I see a path untaken,
A road ahead, filled with dreams yet unshaken.
Beyond the horizon, where the sun does arise,
Lies a journey unknown, waiting for my guise.

The road ahead, full of mystery and delight,
Beckoning me forward, under the starry night.
Through lush meadows and towering trees,
I'll traverse, embracing the whispers of the breeze.

On this

IF I CAN CHANGE THE WORLD

If I want to change the world
I will get a train ride
To mount Zion today
And get the express permission 
Of God
I will ask God
To allow all married men
With marital challenges
To rewind the clock of life
And move it to their
Comfort zone of bachelorhood

Spirit Realm

I can feel it, talking to me silently 
My words pause, as if itself was thinking 
Telling me how it feels I live and write 
Darkness alive as if light lives 
I know death, I am not afraid 
Spirit realm, there my soul be free 

I hear satan temptations cries 
But I do not feel

MOM

SHE WAKESUP RELENTLESSLY FIXING ALL THE MUDDLE
BEFORE LEAVING FOR THE DAY
THENLATER,WADDLING LIKE A TODDLER HER WAY BACK
TIRELESSLY FULFILLING ALL KEYED IN COMMANDS,
THE MESS WAITING IN THE SINK.
THE BABY UNKEPT.
BEFORE RETIRING TO HER COZY ZONE
AND WAKING UP AGAIN, AGAIN LIKE IN A TIME LOOP
EVENTUALLY MOULDING HERSELF INTO A ROBOTIC INSTRUMENT.
ROBOTS DONT FALL SICK OR NEED A

Moss

HER FEET IS SMOTHERED BY MOSS,
HER ARMS SPROUTING MUSHROOMS,
HER LEAFY FINGERS,
HER IMPOTENT EYES,
HER HAIR HOUSES NESTLINGS,
FROZEN BRAIN WITH REBUFFED THOUGHTS,
FAINT HEARTED,
HER LIPS READ EULOGY OF HER PAST LIFE,
HER NOSTRILS BREATHE DRY ICE,
HER CHEST HOLDS DRIED UP ESSENCE OF LIFE,
SHE STANDS PLANTED IN AN UNIFORMED GARDEN,
WITH THE GARDENER ONLY FOCUSING TO REST UNDER HER SHADE,
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