The mind borders on the sublime,
related to the divine source,
a powerful force pervading the universe.
I can write verse after verse,
but there is nothing worse
than reading someone's thoughts,
sounding like reports,
going on and on.
Know the difference between right and wrong,
where did you get your information from?
Pause before you speak,
your premise may sound weak.
What is it that you seek?
Curiosity leads to learning,
the lack of insight is concerning.
One must not digress, I just wanted to address
the current situation,
let's get back to the topic of creation.
It has come to my attention
that if you lack intention,
fall short of enough motivation,
you will be in suspended animation.
Stay with me as I continue this story,
take you on a journey inside my consciousness,
hold on while I clear up the mess,
I must confess I do assess
each moment, absorbed in the present.
Shades of grey cascades on rainy days
Petrichor reigns after each pitter patter
Radiance of earthy fragrance does flatter
Teardrops down panes.. splitter splatter
Fades to whiffs chiding riffs spit scatter
Forever about weather they do natter
Seems the one thing that does matter
Flowers cowers at showers which batter
Tiffs as petal in fine fettle does shatter
Down trodden by a sodden mad hatter
Raised bed fed on shed drops clatter
Spoils for alluvial soils a pluvial platter
Some veg in tatters others seem fatter
Folks chitter chatter.. prefer the latter
Cumulus nimbus nimbly flitter & flutter
Sunrays grasp after a last gasp stutter
Sliding gliding riding wooden shutter
Rasp of uncouth din off a roof of tin
Staccato rinse & repeat beat does utter
Burgling drains & gurgling in the gutter
Huddles of puddles cuddle and splutter
Parched Earth’s skin softens like butter
Mother Nature's own homegrown nutter
Folks groan have to clear up soaked clutter
Mumble prone to moan but not a tut tutter
Mustn't grumble need the tumble they mutter
Tyranny can start in innocous ways.' In nudges and flattery
Setting a stage.' It can be mocking.? And hectoring' quote
Morality with invective stings' its antidote i am considering? Which may well need to be a charge against
Its political wing.? With no further deliberation i advise..
Overwhelming assinine-ations.' A large dose of their own
Medicine.' Would clear up much; of the mess we are now in.'
The New Year has arrived,
I cheered and partied to my heart's content,
No new year resolutions to start the year,
As I will forget them the very next day.
What makes the New Year’s Eve a happy night,
Being with family, friends, and loved ones makes it a delight,
Cheering up favorite sports teams on TV brings us close together,
Watching the ball drop in NYC starts the new year with cheers.
Looking at the winter sky over my house,
Some days clouds clear up to bring sunny bright days,
Life’s ups and downs will follow the cloud’s pattern,
Happy days will prevail over the gloomy days.
For the beauty of life, a compassionate heart would open,
Helping people in need, helping myself with kindness to share,
Feeling the pain of suffering masses elevates my devotion to heavenly wishes,
Happy New Year to all my friends, believe in yourself and almighty God.
Flash floods came in a sudden
After few hours of torrential rain
Villages in towns submerged
Water rose so high…surged.
People stayed on their roofs
Waited for rescuers holding faith and hope
Teams of rescuers came less than an hour
To save everyone with all their powers.
People evacuated in safer places
Government officials sent foods for days
Relief goods and help came from the cities
A unified effort and cooperation with love and peace.
After few days , water slowly subsided
Some went home, others were relocated
Clean and clear up programs were established
Clogged drainages and canals were all fixed.
Many volunteers, both young and adult
Cleaned and planted more trees for better result
Proper waste disposal was implemented
Illegal logging and quarrying were strictly prohibited.
Once again, the ghosts of your sad past
come alive and show up in fearful words;
All I can do is stop you from shivering,
soothe the pain this darkness is bringing!
Get another hug, put everything to rest;
nothing I give you is cold and worthless!
Breathe in new air and feel so alive,
all your regrets and rainy days
have gone away; no storm can arrive
when the stillness has no wind:
hug me closer and feel safe!
Now, let go of your stupidity,
clear up the fog, it won't rain;
look at me and take a long sigh,
stand up and let your fantasy
defeat your low and raise your high...
until there's no anger, no disdain!
Isn't it time to forget your stupidity?
Isn't it time to kick off your idiocy?
Laugh and scream: how wonderful
is to dream together and have it all!
May I have the pleasure of a dance
Alone with you? Allow me to
Romance and treat my lady right
I'll kiss you morning, noon, and night
I'll dip you, twirl you round and round
And lift you clear up off the ground
I won't let go, you're safe with me
There's no where else I'd rather be
Than next to you, right here, right now
No limits, whatever you allow
Little Lee sits on edge of his peach mint tea
Drawing his right leg clear up to one knee
Sipping with a teensy slurp, so delicately
We are taking lessons from our friend Little Lee
I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.
I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up to the top,
hit rock bottom with a thump.
I’ve journeyed and I’ve traversed,
arrived here and went that way.
Headed out, trekked, and jetted,
fixin’ to go there someday.
Went when the Spirit moved me,
only if the creek don’t rise.
I’ll head out your way sometime,
if I make it be surprised.
I’ve voyaged, gadded about,
tramped, stomped, and drifted around.
Been where the sun did not shine,
just the other side of town.
I’ve flown over the rainbow,
the other side of the track.
I’ve crossed against the traffic,
walked away and not looked back.
Always marched to my own drum,
I’ve strolled down the avenue.
Danced, pranced, and pirouetted,
I’ve had nothing left to lose.
Where I’m bound, where I’m going,
don’t ask me ‘cause I can’t tell.
Some say I’m bound for Heaven,
others swear it’s straight to Hell.
Before the day turned into night,
Before I could switch off the light,
I had to change my house's plight -
Clear up things and make it look right.
Looked at my kitchen - what a mess!
Stains in places hard to access;
Cleaned it all with a good hard press
And then the stove shone with finesse.
The other rooms looked a nightmare -
Books, clothes, toys, scattered everywhere;
Replaced them back to where they were
And set back cushions on the chair.
Now, my tired bones need rest, I say -
Until the night turns into day.
I always sought after to clear up the tittle-tattle
that continously throws mud at my character
Incessantly belittling and throwing sour grapes
created to denigrate with contempt and dishonor
thrown at my name.
God is so amazing, so amazing he will not leave us
nor forsake us, He will constantly bring us out of
our tests.
Dorthea had a way with wolves, foxes, coyotes too, for sure, oh, yes.
Wore their tans and browns, in her most fashionable coat and dress.
One crept up on a log and wandered clear up to her pretty face.
A fox who felt her kindship to him, his relatives and the human race.
No one knew, for she did not tell a soul, being a quiet girl, yet sweet.
The fox came more often now, being his friend was an accomplished feat.
Dorthea and the fox did not spread their relationship around.
But they were friends for life, until the fox was finally heaven-bound.
octopus, as I study you
your geneology is not tried and true
alien DNA is what you have, my friend
i wish could talk to clear up this trend
your extensive genome has great complexity
with thirty thousand coding genes, you outrank me
are you from mars, venus or is pluto your extension?
your problem-solving skills are beyond my comprehension
octopus, as I study you
I am confused, what can i do?
who can I ask?
maybe only you.
In the mist of madness
Over stepping the sadness
I open my eye and see
Lost souls seeking to be free
Trapped in the darkness seeking the light
Lost in the moment they struggle and fight
In a darkness of confusion and pain
Lost souls struggle in vain
This way or that way it ends up the same
Memories of sadness times of shame
Haunting the dark part of your mind
Things you are unable to leave behind
Hiding yourself deep in a shell
A feeling your starting to know well
Reaching out finding only air
A place in your mind says not to care
Reaching and grasping for life giving light
The human way is to stand up and fight
Walking ahead through sadness and pain
Trying to spiritually clear up the stain
Lost souls fighting to be free
Only needing to stop and see
They are the light they seek to find
Trust in themselves leave the past behind
I have a woman.
I’m proud to call her my wife.
Some give theirs’ nicknames, ‘her indoors’ and ‘the trouble and strife’
Now, I have my flaws and they are many and vast.
I think like a man, slowly and ‘at last’!
But my wife asks me to hang the washing out in the rain!
Her argument for using the balustrade and radiators to me seems pretty lame!
They dry out too quickly!
They dry out too fast!
So, while it’s overcast and drizzling the wind will still give them a blast!
Now, I have a chunter as I’m stood outside getting my bald head wet! She says that there’s sense in her logic though I can’t see it being approved by Spock from Star Trek!
If they get wet we can give them a spin! Then wait for some sunshine to hang them out again!
The weather app says it’s going to clear up - so that’s what you’ll do. Get out there in the drizzle and hang the washing out you fool.
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