After Course No. 172—
He finally learned to love.
Under the glare of the halogens,
Playing badminton with beloved,
He noticed—
The moon had sunk so very low,
Lower than anyone has ever fallen.
A dead boar, a terrible Ram Rajya, a crippled grasshopper—
A toothache-stricken sky—you, I,
The frustrated Jampui and Bhuban Bru.
My twenty-first lover—Bhuban Bru,
He had two hands, a brain, and a dozen or so bidis.
He knew how to cook well, and he could eat too.
One day, he made a broth with a wild boar and my blood—
Eating it, I felt like sacrificing my entire body to the cooking.
I even told him so; he didn't agree and sat down to write a poem,
The poem was titled Soil—
'Soil is nothing but the saliva of a spider
Soil means some deaths, soil is just the spider's own spit...'
Those memories come floating, sinking and rising in the Manu River,
I keep staring...,
Then someone comes and covers both my eyes and says—
'Tell me, who has come! '
Ah Kite! Kite with the golden wings, this wet clouded noon hour
Shed tears no more soaring higher and higher, by the river Dhansinri!
The croon in thine voice reminds me of her gloomy eyes, runs along into fading
Likewise the princesses of this world , she meandered a far, beauty , her carved tracks along
Why buzzing to remembrance once in back? Who would long for a heartache
digging into the wounded soul!
Ah Kite! Kite with the golden wings, this wet clouded noon hour
Shed tears no more, soaring higher and higher, by the river Dhansinri!.”
The rye mustard field, glowing with a morning diva, faded in colors within afternoon
The river runs just beside ;
“O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!”
The branches of the oak tree , trace upon chest of yours, whence
The tree shade adores you in blue
Patsy sounds in farther and farther a try, follow through
These for having an echo in those stalking sounds, whence together , sounds cry
Was there ever a river meandering nearby?
“O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!”
You , my soulmate, a fall to befall in shape, mine to undermine
The farther I run away to shy - you trace me back there with your toddler efforts to intertwine
I hear your foamy shore, sounds of me with my child, daylong, a silly whim to be around awhile
Enchantance overflowing with eloquence (seemingly so)
Eloquence and ongoing eloquence never a bit tiresome
This very river
A flock of fishes rainbow colors on the river chest
The herd of flamingo , white lilies the remotest oasis around the deepest river basin
Men did not intervene, as these, are never to be seen.
Reino das Coisas Pequenas
No reino das
coisas pequenas,
Cláudia,
tua grandeza floresce,
tua nobreza se tece.
Os corredores
de Santana,
testemunha
de tua labuta,
No sábado
Tudo é muito,
quando o coração
não está sozinho,
Cláudia, faz
do teu sábado,
divinações
mais e mais.
Maio das Conquistas
Agradeço a cada uma,
pelos passos companheiros,
por transformarem
cada meta em
troféus verdadeiros.
Eu agradeço,
por cada esforço,
cada vitória soberana;
vocês são o vento
que enche a nossa vela,
a nossa âncora.
Obrigada;
por fazerem de maio
um mês que aquece,
por transformar
cada meta em
um sol que cresce.
WARNING..THIS IS A HUMOR PIECE ONLY,
Under the tree, poet mouse sat.
All those punctured with the vaxx
said “scat”!
Brown eyes filled with tears on
Christmas night.
Shaking and cold, she was filled
with ice and fright.
Seeing rotund men in Avatars calling
for the end of her life.
Death being du jour for any brave
enough to stand as God’s child free
on Christmas night.
Die Fuehrer has from his grave arisen.
His mustache and Zig Heil, sending
many to poetry prison.
Avoided, bullied, even poet’s best friends
took leave.
No longer warm or loving, the vaxx was
their singular, loving need!
12/26/2921
To all. A blessed and Happy New Year,!
Be free in mind, expression and life.
Thats how God mde you.
To be uniquely you.
No dupicates! Panagiota.Romios...
Dark music floods my chamber
Like a slowly rising tide
That laps against the silence
Where my fondest dreams reside.
Dark music bathes the morning
With its languid, liquid tune,
Conundrum-like concerto,
Every note a cryptic rune.
Dark music wakes me gently
From the warm embrace of sleep
And sings to me of treasures
I can have, but never keep.
Id
fierce, intense
raging, urging, demanding
savage, instinct, moral, probity
loving, caring, giving
civil, gentle
ego
Dia das mães: Chega
Em todos os tempos,
sempre, nos dias da pandemia,
hoje mais do que nunca
é o tempo da mãe empreendedora
é dia das mães,
quem presenteia é a mãe.
A mãe de hoje,
presenteia com palavras:
Filhos e filhas,
para hoje
para os dias da década
hoje mais do que ontem,
a busca do carinho
é a força do progresso.
Seja uma pessoa animada.
faça um pouco a mais
e sua mãe, todas as mães,
vão estar abraçadas.
na ja
das boot ist tot
weil die fische
nich im staub
schwimmen
koennen.
Os tempos das idades
O primeiro era o tempo dos escravos,
o segundo é o tempo dos
seres livres;
o terceiro será o tempo dos amigos.
O primeiro era o tempo dos velhos;
o
segundo é o dos jovens;
o terceiro será o das crianças.
O primeiro estava sob luz estelar;
O segundo é o momento da aurora;
o terceiro será o do pleno dia.
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Don't be sad, coz sad spelled backward is das
And das ain't goot, know what I mean, lasses and lads
Try happy instead
A PB and jelly spread
Stay positive, set your world on the right path
Don't be sad, coz sad spelt backwards is das
And das ain't good, know what I mean, lasses and lads
Try happy instead
A PB and jelly spread
Stay positive, set your world on the right path
Dia das mães
Mãe
Para algumas pessoas
és o lírio,
para outras pessoas
és a vida e a luz dos olhos
sempre mãe.
Quando, alta noite,
alguém se reclina e deita,
melancólica, triste e fatigada,
uma mãe abre as asas no leito,
e o sono desliza perfumado.
Mãe,
que sempre chovam bênçãos de Deus
para cada mãe do presente
e mãe do futuro!
Mãe.
Que a beleza das flores,
e o brilho das estrelas,
cerquem você hoje e sempre.
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