A gap of thoughts, a trap of oughts
What is real and what is unreal?
Pausing life and causing pain
grateful for a time that is kind
Grief is never brief
Sadness makes way for gladness
Holidays are hard and marred
Why are many people unkind and
kind people are hard to find?
Christ brought good to this world
and now insults to him are hurled
We should celebrate what is good
and stand by the values for which he stood
I'm enduring the longest winter's nightfall
that sends shivers to these chilling bones,
I sleep very soundly wandering in the remotest places
of childhood in which I left many traces;
I'm living in the past responding to the call,
stupefied by landscapes beneath a dashing waterfall!
Waking up before sunrise, I stumble upon
the unbright gleams of exuding stars, I inhale the deepest breath,
believing that a radiant light always brings on
an awareness of continuous life often ending in unexpected death!
Night owls' barred sounds still resonate to impose their power
continuing to dominate a constant atmosphere of endless fear,
but crows persist and defy them: they are vicious adversaries;
it's not only humans who fight for the supremacy of the skies!
How hilarious and ironic is the assumption of wild creatures and Man!
They deny the Maker of bodies and souls, the Creator of every universe
yet to be discovered by powerful nations competing in a mad rat race;
yes, we have built great civilizations, but not fully developed our brain.
Isolation fills you with guilt
Continuing to use the walls that you built
Hiding from reality
You keep running, continuing to flee
Everything you’ve done fills up inside
Till you feel like you have no other choice but to hide
Doing whatever you can to avoid physical consequence
All while your inner struggles are building up a fence
The separation between you and the people you’re closest to
keeps getting bigger, you’re too confined, you have no clue
You keep searching for temporary satisfaction
It’s not working, continuing to feel the traction
It’s like you're stuck in a continuous loop
You can’t stop hiding, it’s like an ongoing hula-hoop
You have the idea that you don’t need to tell anyone
Because you’re not going to do it anymore you’re sure you’re done
But your flesh is too strong, you do it again
You pray to God and finish with an honest amen
Hoping God will help your hidden heart
You’re too stubborn, everything’s once again falling apart
Continuous
From the second I awaken until the oblivion of death,
There is no rest for the wicked, I regret what I said;
But never the intentions or things I never mentioned,
Because they were not worthy of being spoken, only being questioned.
Until I am dead I shall fight for this cause.
Love is yours and mine and us all.
It belongs to us, creates and irritates us,
But still in the end it all comes down to love.
Life is by design a curious creator.
Life is worth trying to reach the ever-after.
People and politics don’t mix.
Tell me your truth and I will show you their laughter.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I walk and think things to myself
These things I keep up on a shelf
Inside my heart is where they live
And when I want, to me they give
The thoughts I stored there back to me
Thoughts not yet a memory
But yet I see them like they were
Experienced by him and her
Him is me and her is you
And I would swear that it was true
That I did taste your lips so sweet
I keep the button on repeat
To play the moment once again
When I first kissed my bluebird, --n
May I beg
You're Honour
For a short continuous
Please
I think I need time to collect my thoughts
And have a rethink
As if I am reading this situation right
I am on a hiding to nothing here
And my defense has more leaks
than my power shower head
And worst of all I am starting to look
like a stupid plus dumb idiot
So respectfully I wish to change my
defense to not guilty via and due to
means of temporary insanity
And represent myself so as to leave
the jury with and beyond no shadow
of a doubt
That if I ain't 100 percent crazy I
sure as hell should at very least be
in charge
The canvas of heart
Implanting the vogue stories
Life- unstoppable
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
29/08/2021
Rain repeates,
turning grasses further:-,
through seasons.
Heavens reflection therein in each soul’s expansion,
interior senses from the celestial grace extension.
That child of hearts affection
contented stillness realm protection.
Tender steps pursuing with rapture wild,
embrace and enfold in that innocent child.
Splendid light keep rolling past,
souls draw bounding from that vast.
From spheres beyond strange land and more,
inherited Genius from that shore.
In that large recompense and sunny blue,
creating lovers gentle pasture new.
To give itself the gift as bound to be free,
the healing hands as giving be.
Compassionate bowls of fierce desire,
the holy grail filled with liquid fire.
That mighty power in command,
reaching beyond that gifted hand.
Eyes that speak that reverend face,
sparks of divinity to embrace.
Courteous fate in all of there,
when truth becomes the wholesome fare.
The seeming echo in refined senses,
gem of purest nature consequences.
Earths tomb and parting souls lingering to look behind,
pleasing spirits elegy resigned.
"Learning is not attained by chance,
it must be sought for with ardor and diligence.”
-- Abigail Adams
Flying with fleecy
free verse wings, willing it
to become haiku,
a sonnet, cinquain,
or a triolet.
Maya Angelou’s spirit
is there in my flight,
her whisper with
startling guts is songbird
echoing in the quiet wind.
I fly and fly, like a child,
I savor the smell
of salt and smoke
in a sanctuary sky.
I drift then drop in an ocean
of poetry where I eye every
letter’s curve, to write it all
on the wondrous welkin.
As none would be, yet still exists,
One who creates a perfect bliss.
So sensational as to be unbelieved;
Yet tales are told as first was seen.
The image there for all to see,
Gave birth to words and epiphanies.
A mind of light and stars and streams.
Connections made and ways believed.
And all upon a head of clouds,
Were seen a million times and how,
All understood the thought as one,
As all never needed a mirage in the sun.
Electric bolts from mind to mind,
Shared all the knowledge of all mankind
And as man all stood on land to view the sky,
Beneath the moon and sun all was clear to the eyes.
At last a chance to see the next footstep in humanity.
A language born a long time ago,
Was able to be used to translate,
And now all into a brighter future can go.
The mind of a hive, a continuous culture.
A change of life; breaking the spell we were under.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
our life vest expired
yet, young and hopefuls declare
wisdom eternal
My Cooking Is Continuous
Not only is all of my cooking continuous;
Took into vein and it became venomous;
Diet went on,
Until weight gone;
Fought from table and effort was strenious.
Jim Horn
More of my Holiday Season poems.
LIFE GOES ON
IF NOT WRONG
A Continuous Smile
like Summer's rain
gain
pastures are green
grin
in the face so sublime
time
like beautiful silver and golden ring
smile bring
now and then comes is this feeling
smile willing
like a baby smiling to enjoy
its toy
continuously
and
joyously
this is such a lovely grace
a smile
that makes a king to remain in place ;
throne
a smile to own.
Drencho POET Loads.
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