Were the world a colossal sifter
dredging the landscape of toxins …
Could you contemplate existence worry-free?
MARRIAGE--A COLOSAL BLUDNER
It is approaching fast
I thought it would be a feast
When I realized it is not marriage?
As it has been a longing carriage
I waited so many long years
As if it were a long-cherished dream of hours.
She is more beautiful than the most beautiful
With an angular face wearing smile full.
She neither gets angry nor knows what it is.
Such a wonder woman she is.
She treats me a child
As she is magnanimous a child
Never questions me, "Why late?"
For me she always has a date
Nor does she give a quotation
For a costly saree* or its equation
To my salary which is hand to mouth.
She helps me when I am in trouble
"What a wonder you are!
To wonder me with art."
And I got up from my deep nap.
Oh! I despised myself had a gap.
It was a reverie, but colossal.
And I could never resist the temptation
To tell you. So, you get realization.
*women’s wear in India and some countries of Asia
Nine months after October 6, 1973
PM Golda Meir of Israel was history
For an intelligence failure colossal
She became a political fossil…
Fast forward to October 7, 2023
When Hamas went on a barbaric spree
Killing more Jews than any day since the Holocaust ended
Yet PM ‘Bibi’ Netanyahu’s had his term extended
Where is the leader to end Bibi’s reign
~ flush him and his generals down yesterday's drain
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On October 6, 1973, Egyptian pontoons crossed the Suez Canal
into Israeli-held Sinai, unchecked by Israeli forces, a colossal
intelligence failure on the part of Israel's military. Prime Minister
(PM) Golda Meir and Defense Minister Moshe Dayan were sacked
nine months later---despite being heroes to much of Israel's
populace.
My fake confidence
Could surely kill you,
Large and colossal,
A giant in its hard shell.
It clings to me,
Armor I didn’t choose,
A brittle shield
That I’ve painted gold.
I see your ego drilling into you,
Spiraling, twisting,
Digging deeper than you know.
There’s no turning back—
You’re tied to the tracks.
The iron bites,
A weight you thought you could carry.
The whistle is blowing,
Echoing through the air,
And the train is in the distance, growing.
Your defiance burns—
Eyes locked on mine,
But I see the cracks
You won’t let show.
And I stand there,
Feet planted,
Hands clenched at my sides.
Do I untie you?
Do I run?
Or do I stay and let the collision come?
Because when the train arrives,
It’s not just you.
My confidence stands too tall,
Too hollow,
To survive the blow.
And when the whistle fades,
What will be left?
Not us—
Only the tracks.
The colossal wheels of time, ever-turning gears,
Grinding moments into the dust of bygone years.
Massive cogs of destiny, relentlessly spin,
Weaving tapestries of what has been and what's to begin.
These cosmic clockworks, with their ceaseless churn,
Roll over empires, leaving lessons to learn.
They crush mountains to sand, carve canyons deep,
While we, mere specks, our fleeting vigils keep.
Thus, we escape the dust bins if time
Moment of sublimity
when I penetrate your being
and I dlve into your essence
World's largest ichthyosaur
just discovered...
Why not uncovered?
It was there all the time
These thoughts paint my mind
dizzying and distorted,
a victim of me;
Shadows take your shape
sitting stuck lodged in my throat;
Hallucinations;
More often than not
larger than they really are,
running on nothing;
Ever expanding
like this lump suffocating,
I am left swallowed;
Blinking back the illusion,
a colossal silhouette.
Colossal Apostle an Old Fossil
could be colossal
man who was an apostle
now an old fossil
Jim Horn
Brilliant, stupendous, colossal, I used to be called
But recently my utter coolness has become quite quelled
Perhaps coz my body
Has become quite shoddy
No need for pity though, my brain's still unparelled
Brilliant, stupendous, colossal, I used to be called
But recently my utter coolness has become quite quelled
Perhaps coz my body
Has become quite shoddy
No need for pity though, my brain's still unparalleled
(grin)
Brilliant, stupendous, colossal, I used to be called
But recently my utter coolness has become quite quelled
Perhaps coz my body
Has become more shoddy
No need for pity, brain power's still unparelled
There was once a colossal man,
who enjoys cooking with a pan,
One day while he was preparing food
his friends were being rather rude
so he fried them in the pan.
06/02/17
Upon top of mount of dreams stands colossal tree
Some of its boughs we can see
Others we are too small to see
Some of those are terrifying others full of beauty
The tree life represents
Each leaf soul of the universe accents
One of them science represents
One magic that includes all orbs not only magical orb in its contents
The rest of leaves we cannot see
But they are all on that tree
Above in the sky of dreams there is something of unimaginable power and majesty
It is the counterbalance to life’s tree
The counterbalance opens the door
To very soul of divine that eye can explore
If it has a foot on its shore
And sometimes in the deepest dream for man it opens this door
You have never tasted chocolate
‘Til you’ve had yourself a bite
Of a truffle bought in Belgium,
Like the one I had tonight.
Purchased on my last vacation –
Seemed it was the thing to do –
I had not yet had a nibble
‘Cause I didn’t have a clue.
But a visit from my daughter
Was the motivating force
And it only took a tiny taste
To fill me with remorse.
For my mouth became electric
From a chocolate so intense
That the small amount I purchased
Didn’t make a lot of sense.
Oh, at times I must acknowledge
Making one colossal goof
And if you could taste this truffle,
You’d have all you need as proof.
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