Once he had one he wanted to constrict it, like a boa; a python, to hold closely guarded the thing for which demure closets stay closed like iron-waitresses pervading the hostel with lime-light the lemony-snickett cackling in the born-and-bred flames, curling irons prod the paper-clip open but the stamp endures, a timid interred girl beghosts the earls. The favorite simple plan, favored in heavens gamma, where brightness surely waits in pavilion the concert. My concerto is made-man italian, the devise impregnated, like hollow bells that sour, the grim sugar from said waitress, we wildly call the crows to set and chime on the lines where workmen craft blue ribbons atop the farmland graves.
Crossroads to where life began
Fear of dark cold round me again
In the twilight before the morn
Scattered grass iced, forlorn
Silence in the air ash orangy dawn
Fire burnt out like clouds in storm
Life in vain for a purpose lost
Empty pockets, wealths secret cost
Deamon woman in dress and frock
Promising warmth and unto a lock
Of hair as token for a dark ratchet
And chain that binds me
binds me, Dimond in shame
A voice to horse a cock to crow
A secret pact
That turns flame into snow
Frosted word said in delight
Was only a death raven in deaths final fright
Cleansed faith leads fire into gold
Flaming far below too tired to behold
A stare too long at likenesses
of Medusa's state
my heart turned cold ash stone of hate
The bellowing witch apon the air
Blaspheming deamon dog's a-bark
Unfair
Reminiscent of the dead fell lark
Scolding sweat pearls,
Dressed by earls
Jokers queens and kings horse driven cart
fear fast wet waged tears acids came
Between life death shame pride greed and blame.
Ears
Earrings are just embellishments
Ear on my left and rights
Earns the true credits
Easy to hear the chimps and deer'swith with them
Earth is open to me by them
Earls songs melodies because of ears
Elders best advice is priceless with them ...
High and mighty leaders brag,
They own gas gold arms drugs
Whoah.. Quite a stash ' They'll
Stick or sell, when it favours them'
These are righteous dignified
Women and men, there are Kings
And dukes and earls and Queens
Presidents and oligarchs and mighty
Smoke screens there are trumpets
And tiles degrees and such, They're never
Seen to stoop to slinging muck; yet
They'll grab the power the gold and gems
It's all for the people that's their zen
They'll fly the choppers and drive flash cars
They'll bribe any judge or military Czar
Yet in their headlong rush, in their ivory towers
They loose true sight if God's true power
Don't be 'like them' if you're in God's fold?
His power and strength its really untold.'
Walk In integrity..revere Him; here I'll be bold
Never take Glory: or keep power; stay safe be told
And never ever; be led to take on the
Mantle and trapping of power and pride..
In words stay clear, how? and why?
Because
You'll regret; getting high; on God's supply.!
What does heaven look like?
Who will I meet there?
Is it there for infinity?
I need to be aware.
Will all of my ancestors ,
Be waiting there for me?
And will it be a great,
Alternative to purgatory?
Will there be a banquet,
I can eat from all the time
Will I be drinking nectar?
Or some water turned to wine?
While I be a while waiting,
At those gates made out of pearls?
Will I have to wait queued behind,
The princes, dukes and earls?
How big a span is covered,
By the heaven’s area?
Or is it omnipresent ?
When he takes you,there you are.
So I’ve got lots of questions,
If you’ve answers please do tell,
But omg I’ve realised,
I might end up in hell!
Opulent solitude,
how rich it becomes
alone in one’s shadow,
times riches in sum
To revel monastic
o’er sultans and earls,
whose joyous reflection
—your diamonds and pearls
(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
It's a topsy-turvy world
Once-straight hair's now curled
From a putrid drop does
a precious newborn unfurl
Pry open the menacing clamshell
to remove a shining pearl
Swoops in an airborne twister
even rocks and boulders do whirl
Today mere commoners become
princesses, duchesses or earls
Benders transform lumps of food
into refined, delicate swirls
But poor girls' dreams die
in doughty aprons of working girls
burying rich visions of
fancy ballerinas who twirl
Its' You Only
Diamonds are charming and
so are the gems and pearls
but I never find anything
like pretty and glamourous girls
Your red lips and blue eyes
have scorched many earls
your erotic gestures entice them
when you dance with dark curls
When in the autumn wind
calm green leaves swirl
you know all the arts of love
and give every heart a twirl
Seeing you in arms of others
always just makes me hurl
when I find you in the blue sky
you may watch our love unfurl
When you breathe for others
my tender heart is in whirl
but my soul doesn't believe
that you are that kind of girl
Since, I met you on sea-shore
my mind has been in a constant burl
then got a message from heaven
that it's you who is my dream girl
(Kishan Negi)
I feel guilty,
For something I didn’t do,
Am lovelorn,
Hurt beyond measure.
Even after taking an oath of fealty.
The state of me being grandeur……
Isn’t there no more.
I cry like a babe!
All these bog me down,
The pressure within me,
Even the saplings will die by feeling it.
I get this treatment because of the faute de mieux in me
Am ain’t an extrovert but everyone is so gruffy to me,
Being a baronetcy is worth than this,
Gypsies are revered in a parlor at a foreign land,
I cry like a babe!
Everyone ebbs away and I cry,
Who will lull me?
With this I will be caroused each day,
The trusted people nail you at last,
I love and I get despised for nothing,
An lonely and I have ceased being lofty,
How am I ……..
Earls cry while in depression,
Loving truly and you are looked down,
My love take it slow,
Even the sun sets in paradise,
Let me cuddle my wound.
I cry like a babe!
Magna Carta is the greatest discovery in human history. More great than all holy scriptures given together. As a one who lived in region long ago severely and hopelesly suffered from lack of democracy but historically overflown with exess of various religion doctrins and other ideologies and autoritarian conseptions I know what about told.
Just for the very fact
that Magna Carta
had been created once
800 years ago
for the ruling dark power and matter
in wild Middle age of Europe
and successfully run
through consistency and legacy
we might love and glorify this country
on the British isles,
where people, lords, earls and kings
did the greatest discovery
in human history
and even cast keen glimpse
through the marvelous Magna Carta
for the hidden secrets of very life, universe and Dark Matter.
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A beautiful creation does exists;
for God has, in Jesus' kingdom, lain marble.
Numbers of pearls.
Quazars radiate skywards,
torchlighting unbelievable views, without.
Xenophobia;
Yahweh, zilches.
P oetry soup is just an evidence of life
O f a throbbing life that is burning so bright
E vidently poetry on the soup is the ash of
T houghts we breathe, words that we burn
R evelation of emotions, sentiments, aspirations
Y es bliss it is to be in that poetic haven
S o near, so far, big world on small screen
O f soup followed by dinner, dessert and a nightcap
U nique combination of cultures and tongues
P earls scattered all over like a tapestry.
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August 27, 2014
Form: Acrostic
First Place win
Contest: How's your acrostic by Judy Konos
***I missed the entry of the poem in the contest of
Adeleke Adeite in the year 2010 and never posted it.***
The garden abounds flowers tumbling down
from the trellis roses sweetly scented
delicate pots strewn with colourful crown
groaning tables are with flowers crested
Plates filled with delicacies await
vol-au-vents and laden pastries sit
hungry mouths will eat and evaluate
leaving behind scattered crumbs of wit
Romances will flourish under the hot sun
dalliance or two with consequences
that appear in nine months to the ton
causing aslant glances at the lapses
Still the flowers bloom with vibrancy
colourful petals gleam all waxy
written 06/24/2014
contest Garden Party
footnote
Ton is another word for people from the nobility
ie lords, earls and ladies
Five years of heartache, stale goodbyes
While families part, with tear-filled eyes
Recession rules, as work dries up
They leave to fill their working cup
As the second hand counts down the minute
Both love and loss appear infinite
Each day, each week, all times of year
We watch, as loved ones disappear
Naive of life, with bag in hand
Seeking dollar, pound, or krugerand
That's all she wrote, that's all that's in it
Another leaves, every sixth minute
For many, a room with a couch for a bed
A place to rest a weary head
Lifes lessons etched upon their face
Our countrys heritage, a sick disgrace
No flight of earls, just common folk
The golden egg has lost its yoke
Titanic shame, a guiltless owner
No cure awaits from a bloodless donor
Seventy seven and seventeen score
Left our fair isle, for a distant shore
In search of a living, destined to roam
Abandoned dreams of a life at home
I don't mix with Barons , Princes or Earls
I don't desire diamonds, Rubies or pearls
I envy no one be they poor or rich
but tell me you love me and I am bewitched.
Those are not words that should be used to deceive
For when you are lonely, You want to believe
You long to hear someone utter those words
So casually uttered but so truthfully heard.
So often you told me, So often you lied
Bitter revelation and a part of me died
My heart was broken , Broken in two
My mind was tormented with memories of you.
So pleased I learned the hard lessons of youth
Protected myself by speaking the truth
Soon I grew stronger because I knew I must
I know there is someone out there in whom I can trust.
I regret nothing because my love was true
I have wonderful memories of things we would do
but one twisted thought just won't leave my head
So I delight in telling you , You were rubbish in bed.
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