A class on Zoom, as you’d assume,
Attracts its share of crazies,
But in your room, no need to fume;
Just rearrange your daisies
Or fill a grid your camera hid,
Completing Sunday’s puzzle,
If the teacher did not place a lid
On some who need a muzzle.
With mic sound shut, if every nut
Must jabber with a story,
You tune out, but, your tsk and tut
Won’t dampen someone’s glory.
The time will pass and soon your class
Will come to its conclusion
And then, en masse, you leave; the brass
Believing the illusion.
Foul tempest wind dost beset thy slumber,
its rain doth drain and dampen to stupor.
I rithe at thy great agony's bequest,
haunted by frightening reminiscence.
'Still the torrid pleas of thy soul!', I cry.
Thunder does naught to distill the shrill screams.
Lightning drenches me in thick vulgar sweat;
heart racing, mind pacing, fervent unrest.
'Will I e'er see a brighter morn than this?';
for foul tempest has consumed most my years.
But just then, when all seemed undone, foregone;
rain culls, clouds lift, and a rainbow now dawns.
09.02.2026
('Resist the devil, and he shall flee')
('I have set my rainbow in the clouds...')
Dampen a white T-Shirt till wet.
Twist into a pinwheel, then get
The shape to stay round
And pat until sound.
Bind the edge with tape till it's set.
Split the circle space into three-
Red, white, and blue for all to see!
Dye one-third dark blue;
Bright red, one-third too.
The rest stays pure white to agree.
Unfolding it shows the design!
You're ready to celebrate, fine!
July Fourth is live!
Receive a high-five
As your shirt and honor combine!
Water drenched my throat,
Sliding into the cracks.
Blood runs thicker from taps,
And quickly forms into a moat.
Water, unstable, unpleasable,
Nothing can stick to you.
Your liquid starting to brew,
Soaking my words and syllables.
I ship similes on a paper boat,
And it starts sailing many laps
To avoid all the upcoming attacks.
I'm not longed for staying afloat.
The cup may be more than half empty,
But I was made clumsy.
I'll dampen the air around my cyst;
So no fire can turn me to mist.
Born to search,
Born to seek,
Born to help,
The mild and meek.
Born to rule,
Born to lead,
Born to show,
We can be freed.
Born to Mary,
Born to atone,
Born to break
The hearts of stone.
Born to rally,
Born to rebel,
Born to dampen
The fires of hell.
Born to save,
Born to die,
Born a Saviour
For you and I.
There is supposed to be a partnership
Not just friendly companionship
Two people become one entity
Not physically but mentally
A relationship or marriage isn’t ever fifty fifty
No need for a meeting or committee
One maybe extra tired
And the other does as required
The next day roles may reverse
But you work together and diverse
One may be injured or have the flu
The next week the foot maybe on the other shoe
This swings in roundabouts
Never any resentment or doubts
One is the doer and one is the taker
If your the taker don’t be the breaker
You shouldn’t feel guilt for being unwell
Don’t be the one to scream and yell
If this is a long sickness
Remember it’s both your business
One maybe giving up their sanity
To prevent a calamity
Communication is the key to success
Instead you dampen any progress
Now is not the time to feel independent
And treat everyone else like they’re unpleasant
Your own words can prevent frustration
Instead of worsening the situation
Talking to prevent resentment
Instead filling with disappointment
It’s living two separate life’s
For now it has to suffice
He walked along the cobbled streets,
a terrible freezing gloaming, frosted air.
Snow crystal upon snow crystal
dampen the arctic gelidity:
his head was chilled, his teeth chattered
and frostbite raked his fingertips.
He turned, shuffling into a side street.
Fear clutched his heart, but he felt valiant
and entered boldly her heated abode.
She waited for him, slouching on her sofa.
He was quick to notice her stern face,
a contrast to her gentle eyes,
that shone like the silvery stars.
Could he detect some pathos there?
Uncertain, he knew how unpredictable she was.
A stunning figure on show for him.
He pleaded:
“Shield me from the freezing night.”
Her cat-like smile formed on her ruby lips.
“Am I that unwelcome, my sweet?
Grant me a few moments of bliss.
just one ruddy, wanton, lingering kiss,
Then I'll be off and leave you in peace,
the peace I shall never find.”
It was not to be—the finality of love.
The air outside was colder still.
His life would be melancholy forevermore.
The first raindrops dampen the dry earth when,
It’s not as if what smiles is just parched soil,
Rains arouse mind, a strange power moves my pen,
Thoughts wake up to rise from a quiescent coil.
Monsoon I think does not just flood rivers,
My mind as well with dormant memories,
Vague verses rushing down from strangest spheres,
Dreamily I muse monsoon melodies.
Thou art to me not mere rainy season,
Skies wearing grey robes when touch hidden world,
Seeking some strange depths its avowed reason
To be, and songs not ere heard get unfurled.
Yet, in white robes, as rains make slow retreat,
Should ye my songs a goodbye to me greet?
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Sonnet |30.09.2025| goodbye, monsoon, rains,
Excitement built up,
riding the hot air balloon
with my two daughters.
Turned to fear for falling fast,
bounced on the ground, and then dragged.
The frightening ride
happened in New Mexico
sixteen years ago,
did not dampen my spirit
for riding another one.
Felt no excitement
nervous from the prior ride,
calmly went for it.
Magic moment in the sky,
view of sunrise and balloons.
As I rise,
The moon falls
The wind settles
The lake follows
The sand shimmers
The earth softens
The stars dampen and
The buildings brighten,
A tree houses
A bird swooshes
A flower opens
A fish swims
A weed dances
A squirrel eats and
A duck dips,
A man hurries to work
A woman runs on the boardwalk
A grandfather grabs the paper
A boy hides from me
A girl giggles on the swings
A bell ushers kids away and\
A bike lane grows heavy,
This place,
So full with life
Racks the minutes, hours, days, years,
Peacefully, quietly, beautifully--
Existing with incredible happenings;
Splendors and revelations,
Dark funerals and ‘happy birthdays’,
Joyous jubilations and lonely mornings,
Yellow hellos and red goodbyes,
Tired people and busy minds.
Perpetual, like that grandfather clock in the apartment with the too-thin walls;
As unchanging as the oak tree outside of the tiny bungalow on the corner street by the beach.
And as I set and rise everyday to do the same 24-hour shift,
I do not complain about the similar views, or the boring minutes,
I do not crave the hours in darkness,
I accept the unthanked labor—
I watch.
I listen.
I exist.
Your presence is unbidden,
silent as a sleeping cat,
you're cancer.
Clothed in robes of despondency,
of deep tolling knells.
Yet, there's flowering hope
of exultation,
rising into another star-blessed
dawn.
You cannot, you will not dampen dreams,
they are always created,
nurtured from their infancy,
delivered into limitless life,
so treasured from a child's free mind,
as vast, as pristine as the universe.
Then, like pure doves they leave the
bonds of this mortality,
far from you cancer,
and your selfish grasp. ~
abecedarian poem
The fudge! The fudge!
A mnemonic device
some good acronyms to
remember for the clefs
Early: Gregarious:Blissfull Days Fatuous
Equivocate Garrulous Bouis Dampen Fervor
Egotistical Gaffe Balafon De-esser Fortissimo
abstract or impersonal information Vandoren
spoke the reed-member.
The fudge: the fudge 'The fudge!
Lady what are you talking about:
I hunger; in deeds I do!
egg;grits;bacon;Daikon: Fudge!
The fudge! the Fudge The Fudge!
Exotic:Gracful:Boxum:Devotion: Flirtatious
These are some acronyms!
Eating Green Bok choy Discorages Farts
eating feta bought Dence farts
Electronic Drums: Ground :Bees: disperse: Fiddlers
Eager: Gizzers:Bizzentine's:Dungeoneers:Fancy
Eager:Glammers:Bet:Down:Folly
Either:Gerund,Beat;Dark-match: first
Every:Grappler:Brings:Dirty-finsh:
Edakka.Gandingan,Bassoon:didgeridoo:Flageolet!
You are special to me
I can stay awake for you
I don't get tired talking to you
You constantly crosses my mind always
You are the person I love
You make me smile without trying
Unintentionally dampen my mood
Effect my emotion with your action
Words can't explain how much you mean to me
You're the one person I'm afraid to lose
I want to keep you in my life forever.
Dragging my pen along the walls of the well,
The ink of meaningful words runs dry,
Blind to who you've become, and serving only to dampen empty sockets,
The misty drops of moments lost become the meaningless tears I cry,
And the blink of the eyeless is, likewise, frivolous nictation,
For it was yesterday upon them your image permanently seared,
And eternity is in the hurt of not knowing what to say,
Since my favorite words fell hopelessly on deaf ears,
And memories fail to give new sights or sounds,
As I look to see you, listening for your story, still,
To reign down the tempestuous quench of stillness,
And let the well refill.
I miss my dear friends
At Poetry soup
I’ve been on the mend
And out of the loop
Times have been trying
As most of you know
Excessive crying
Can dampen one’s glow
Please let me back in
Despite time that’s passed
I need you, dear friends
And that’s all I ask
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