We must not drink or eat
Absolutely nothing to drink or eat, I repeat
Forget sex, there’s no holding hands
Even a peck on the cheek is banned
As for washing, bathing, or showering
Maybe a maybe, if one's odor is overpowering
All of this, and Yom Kippur is called a holiday
~ Easy to see why the whole day in synagogue we pray!
Main tod leti agar tu gulab hota ??
Main arpan kar deti khudko ,
aagar tu mera hota ??
Jo sath rehena ka wada kiya tha tune, kash woh nibha diya hota??
Kash woh sache pyar ka dekha ,
thoda oor kar diya hota ?
Tera jane ke baad jo tu aapne yaad chod gaya ,
kash woh aapne sath le gaya hota ??
Aagar us din tu mujhe yu chhodke na gaya hota,
toh aaj mera hat tera hato main hota??
Aaj bhi aagar koi tujh jesa dekh jata hai mujhe ,
toh may sochti hu ki kash woh tu hota ??
Main aaj bhi tera galat shikwe bhula du
aagar tu mera pass wapas aaya hota ??
Something Else
Perhaps this word goes here
Oops, not quite that
I think if I do this, it will rhyme
Drop the words
Clutter the mind
I'm tired of this; I'm going to bed
Emotions in dreams,
Inspirations in life
Words on a page in perfect tense
portray the dream of the poet to finally make sense
What more can I do?
What more can I say?
Why am I not enough
I am tired
I am so tired
This feeling is choking me
Holding me down with both hands on my throat
Even as I write this, I am gasping for air
I thought if I write my feelings out i would feel better
but the reality is making things worse
The shadow of doubt looming over me yearning and waiting for me to give up
I am tired
I am so tired
I don't want to be bitter
I don't want hatred in my heart
what more can I do?
what more can I say to convince myself that this is temporary
it all feels like lies
Lies that are becoming truths
Lies are becoming reality
I didn't ask for any of this
What else is there?
Blue people around a table—
gloves, nets, gowns, everything is blue.
He was just waiting for a call,
Maybe his life was hung up too?
They removed his glorious crown,
a crown placed on his head his birth.
The cold scalpel moved its way down,
skipping everything from the dirt.
It found something full of the soul,
Almonds! they saw sorrow, cried out.
It was never your fault at all.
It's never wrong to be cowards.
A bird locked in a nested cage,
Cries, cries, cries! The veins cried out blood!
Flowers bloom from a ripped out page,
It never hurts when it's at dawn.
A glance, a touch, a cut to thrive,
All they could see were broken strings,
But they didn't know how to tie.
Maybe they should leave it as is?
Fly high, my innocent white dove.
Stitches close what we could've been,
but for now, please remove your gloves.
The time of death: 4:59.
You can have my corpse and my worms,
Oh but what did you do that for?
Once again I am lost,
No words left to utter
That hasn't already been said.
What else is there to share,
What else could there be
Other than the incessant cries of my desperation
As I beg you to come home to me.
Urge for Loyalty in service
The fealty Of taking badge pride
Vest no cunning brigade aegis
Fits in thE atmosphere of a better slide
Length of great passion
The wOrth of hampered green
Host the Voyagers wit caution
Gist thE sail save wave's careen
The center Lead of vaults
The crease mime lOgo of chime
Standing still against inactiVity waltz's blame
To aiding thE earth's issuing assaults
The pace of Lasting bond
The fear Of children's want
Stage aboVe the stake of tricky end
To wEigh the comely oath savant
There is no curse for the Least
There is nO cuss in adultery
Self loss accustomed drunk's saVory
But a no go loosE for liars amidst
Thou hath boLdness emit on earth
Averse nOthing opaque bearing the cross
To peace seeking doVe's directories' worth
Boosting Eon's hope crosswise
Whichever is it
Nothing worth more
Only love and love hit
Situating outward cares cum bore
When on mother earth you fall
Pass off no hatred
Cry all you can but stand tall
Above darkness influences that can be afforded
we returned from the cemetery at four
who saw the girl? asked my cousin Lenore
She tried to pretend she’d seen a ghost out there
We were not in the mood, did not even care
Services have this effect on us, puts us in the mood.
We didn’t even want to eat all the donated food.
Thinking of the deceased, who used to love to play.
Wishing he would come back on this gloomy dour day.
I see myself
from a distance.
T h e r e is c h o i ce,
I never can pick.
They act,
I am not aligned.
W he n w e h a v e i t d o n e,
it is myself in the line.
Living like a sentinel,
watching every beam of light,
but the mirror is too fractured.
W e pu t y o u a si d e.
I own this mind and body.
yet they are shared,
by many.
U r r i g h t!
We are touched,
by flames and light.
Ripped by incongruity,
watching, living or being?
He got tired of surface,
Dove deep in the depth.
W e 'r e th e g l i t ch.
Freeing us,
for some would be a gift.
W e' r e s o m e k in d o f er r @r.
How to compete with addiction?
I've tried everything I could think of.
Time for tough love approach.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Focus on loving more with crazy mind,
Instead of awesome heart that becomes blind...
When need arise to correct;
Fooling act, faults disconnect
That could distract better next- luck assigned.
A world of wonder awaits,
Straight through the gate.
Face the fear and hate,
Appreciate its mental state,
A trait part of our fate.
You can use it to create,
Just state your intention,
In the intended direction.
Make the correction,
Within your perception,
A new selection will appear.
Steering clear into the fear,
Hearing the voice of love,
Rising above all doubt.
Shoveling you out of the mud,
As you trudge through the emotions,
Sending energy in motion.
Clearing away the commotion,
You see new doors open,
Due to thoughts that were chosen.
A tightly woven web,
Is waving in the Ebb and Flow,
Growing exponentially,
Strengthening you mentally,
Changing the world you see.
Now that I'm aware of its beauty,
I wonder what else could be,
If I just looked at it differently.
What else can I do but prolongingly sleep,
Until I must tend to my own bodily needs.
What else can I do but secretly weep,
Until you show me how your heart bleeds.
What else can I do but feel this love so deep,
As I daydream about you being so sweet.
What else can I do but occasionally creep,
Wishing we could go back in time and meet.
What else can I do but walk up hill so steep,
This hill a metaphor of how we are far apart.
What else can I do but hope we can reap
From seeds I am sowing within your heart.
What else can I do, I rather take the leap.
I rather fall with you, I'll be your parachute.
What else can I do to ensure it's you I keep,
Please just tell me my love has taken root.
which one is she? He asked his companion who tried to set him up
See the girl wearing the long orange socks? Her name is Buttercup.
He was unsure whether or not she would be a good date for him.
She had a resolute look of conviction, he could see a strong firm chin.
Thinking of Jim, he wondered if she might be part of his immediate kin.
Is there no one else you are thinking of? He asked his new friend Jim.
She’s my cousin, he said, she is hilarious and flows with vim and whim.
Vim and whim? Not for him; he was quiet, not wanting to lose his pal Jim.
which one is she? He asked his companion who tried to set him up
See the girl wearing the long orange socks? Her name is Buttercup.
He was unsure whether or not she would be a good date for him.
She had a resolute look of conviction, he could see a strong firm chin.
Thinking of Jim, he wondered if she might be part of his immediate kin.
Is there no one else you are thinking of? He asked his new friend Jim.
She’s my cousin, he said, she is hilarious and flows with vim and whim.
Vim and whim? Not for him; he was quiet, not wanting to lose his pal Jim.
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