Brilliant it blossoms,
Struggle and cry out for help.
Shattered,
But alive.
Willingness forgotten,
Try to huddle as would a whelp.
I'm not flattered,
But I survived.
Killing season,
More losses,
Mother may not recognise my yelp.
Not everyone has heard,
Feels like everyone scattered,
I conceded to the night cries.
Form: Free verse
Conceded to what the Doctor said
Said needed to squat over my head
Except for that Gecko
He just heard an echo
Said need to feed your Head more Un-Lead...
Lead...
lead...
leaded!
Form: Limerick
From a loud-mouth, world’s cease-fire arranger
To desperate man as if in manger,
Who when naught was rendered,
Panned, having surrendered,
And what is worse than that,
For a rival to bat,
Dubbed as salesman and Putin’s messenger!
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Happenings | 37.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: Meeting between Trump and Putin in Alaska. Boasts galore and no more boats to reach the coast across! Putin conceded little, trump ceded his boasts, reduced from being a realtor president to a salesman and messenger to relay Russian terms to EU and Ukraine. But the deal maker that he is, Trump might still get Russian oil to flow in the world easing prices, access rare earths from Ukraine, and his coveted Nobel peace prize.
Form: Limerick
Ruby Tuesday caught him on the rebound
They met at a Rolling Stones Concert
He was glad she came into his life, he conceded
She was nice to have around
To fill the void his heart needed
Before he met her, he was in bars drinking whiskey and gin
Where honkey tonk women danced, gave him a thrill
He was drowning his sorrows from heartache within
Angie had left him, and thoughts of her haunted him still
But wild horses couldn't bring her back to him
"I thought I had her under my thumb," he lamented
His life spiraled out of control, paint it black
Her memory left him tormented
Sometimes life can be a game of tumblin dice
Rolling for love that sometimes will haunt
Heartaches will come, love has its price
But you can't always get what you want
Form: Rhyme
Thanatos granted him a morbid dream in overdrive
the grim reaper at first in the distance of slumber
quietly wielded a blunt axe in dendritic surprise
as if to prolong agony and awakening of the slaughter
both victim and perpetrator of his unwilling demise
he did not put up much of a fight or resistance
knowing full well that meaning might come on arousal
in the shadows maybe but still coherent and lucidly clear
it was not unpleasant no anger fear nor resentment
more nonplussed and startling in surrender and disguise
the end is near he conceded in rational anticipation
the only question being which final conclusion to make
Form: Free verse
Let he who is without vanity cast the first insult
Vain to me smacks of superficialities which
in the long run prove fragile and meaningless
You can be proud of your accomplishments
without worries of being vain
Lose your hair, lose your teeth, lose your looks,
lose your vanity
Fashion statements
Youth
Dress-up make-up
Forsooth
A little vanity never hurt anybody
Until it becomes the substance of your life
Uncouth
Raison d'être
It’s not necessarily a negative asset
conceit
conceded
vain
narcissism
self-love
self-admiration
self-regard
self-absorption...
...Is self-love really considered vanity?
Form: Dramatic Verse
Deprived of your love I become a will-o-the-wisp,
a ghostlike entity, whose illumination has faded
with the echoing of your final word, "Goodbye."
Not a daunting wisp of the shimmering kind,
nor one to haunt or harm. Feel no alarm from me
for I am no longer whole, the woman I used to be.
Without your hand to hold, your lips to kiss,
your arms enfolding me close to your chest,
there would be no love to quell my need.
Desire would wither like a forsaken seed.
Felled, would be my heart as if it were a tree.
The brokenness of me would be conceded,
left alone to live with yearning and in misery.
My heart would die a little each day,
without hope of being resurrected.
Its beat would slow, severely impeded.
I would live in a grayling world on my own
where Winter winds would chill my bones.
I would stand on the edge of a frozen lake
contemplating inching my way to the middle,
knowing water flows there, swiftly to the sea.
A break in the ice would end my heartache
as I ride on the current like a felled tree.
Form: Free verse
We met on the seam
between two drownings,
his cuff snagged in the kelp,
my mouth lined with moss.
He grinned
like a man who'd forgotten the surface,
held out his hand like a memory.
I took it.
We spun a waltz—
water-logged feet brushing
the roof of the wreck,
the nape of our need.
My dress leaked its scales,
his coat shed pastured wool,
each step stirring
the schools of ash-bright fish
undulating in rhythm.
When the tide pulled harder,
he didn’t let go.
When the tide pulled harder,
neither did I.
What else could we do
but dance,
until the water conceded—
we were breathing inside her.
Form: Ekphrasis
Opting to feel, rather than think,
sensing energy flow in form,
as a non-doer we receive
hues of bliss flavoured with love’s ink
and as we’re centred in this storm,
soul’s at peace when ego begs leave.
The simple shift from head to heart,
is really all that’s needed
for soul to transmute as God’s light,
causing bliss ignition to start,
that with will to Him conceded,
we see Him clearly in plain sight.
God calls to us, let us respond,
forging with love, a lifelong bond.
Form: Hybronnet
Twilight arrived before we could prepare.
The watch fires were cold. Not properly set.
Our adversaries we knew were aware.
But night would fall soon… no time to regret.
Armies had massed just outside of our sight.
We stood beneath stars, all chilled to the bone.
Enemies everywhere, ready to fight.
Together we huddled, somehow alone.
Generals plotted, attack or retreat?
But nowhere to go if we chose to run.
Down in our hearts we conceded defeat.
The battle ended before it’s begun.
Morning would find us all lying there dead.
Unable to fight the fears in our head.
Form: Sonnet
The vague and the abstract turned into a contract,
adrenaline junkies, now joined in a dare.
With hands up, no screaming, they’d both go careening,
defying gravity at the State Fair.
What started as amity morphed to calamity
enough that the riders had panic attacks.
When they reached the summit, they started to plummet
just as a mutt ventured onto the tracks.
The new rollercoaster got hot as a toaster
as the conductor stomped hard on the brake.
With no time for acting, they heard the impacting
of metal on flesh as the mutt flew the lake.
To worsen the matter, gratuitous splatter
was added for gratis to this ruinous ride;
they grew more embittered once they had considered
those patches of hide from the cur that had died.
The horrors receded as they both conceded
while parting the last bits of gore with a comb.
They climbed in the pickup, and with no further hiccups
slumped up the hill slowly and headed for home.
Form: Quatrain
IN A WORLD WHERE I DO NOT EXIST
In a world where I do not exist
Nor believe I am entitled to be
Then that will be my destination
Following a period of gestation
And do not need a reservation
From this here and now, I see
A transition that I cannot resist
No entry permits ever needed
But such emigration is one way
As a stranger in a strange land
It cannot be as anyone planned
With much I won’t understand
But a freedom so unlike today
Such little benefit is conceded
Will it be a different tomorrow
But still based here, in this place
Or somewhere in the distance
Should I challenge my existence
Avoiding any lingering resistance
Could it even be a state of grace
A permanent goodbye to sorrow
Form: Rhyme
Intolerant toward a flaw,
more oft than not, we quote the law
and so burn the witch at the stake,
whilst love weeps for love, for love’s sake,
that if we peep into our past,
at our conduct, we’ll be aghast
but when it comes to our own soul,
we call to God to make us whole,
with a gentle slap on our wrist,
letting us enjoy our life tryst
but right is right and wrong is wrong;
conceded yet take all along,
that at end of days, we may smile,
since love never goes out of style.
Form: Lay
With empty capacious containers
the living entities
arrive arrogant
and depart desolate,
in between turn into
greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortune,
getting sucked spellbound
within abyss of temptation.
In the inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare
laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining,
but in blooming love
it can sparkle sublime
with the patina of penchant.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive ego desert
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance
with sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent love configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender.
In the blazing realm
of connived conflict
sane senses of sobriety
turn into cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from love fountain
with divine flamboyance
douses the fire of disdain
and
with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent
epitome of existence.
Form: Free verse
One day, as I sat musing
Matter at hand, confusing
Nothing came to me enforced
No matter how much coerced
Effort was there, intent too
Ideas not coming through
Seemed to me a mental block
Not knowing how to unlock
Lacked in spontaneity
Frozen till eternity
Nothing had worked until fear
gripped me as I shed a tear
Just then the cogs of life turned
Things fell in place as I yearned
The cobwebs began to clear
Out of self-doubts, I could steer
Ebbs and eddies receded
Swiftly gained ground conceded
Sharp mind's spontaneity
Removed my anxiety
Case of serendipity
Resolved my old self-pity
I was searching for power
But discovered fair flower
Things now come naturally
Deal with 'I' rationally
Ideas now come in droves
My spontaneity shows
Spontaneity in life
Happiness even in strife
Life in full with better half
You're never short of a laugh
Form: Couplet
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