FEELING EMOTIONS
everyday
delights
in
frissoned
sublimity
of
infinite
space
immensity
surrounds
faculty
comprehends
enormity
void
of
experiences
stretched
extended
boundless
free
of fearlessness
the
commonplace
aesthetic
omniptence
in
perspective
Have you ever seen the satanic snake?
A fierce cheetah hunting with no mistake
A bloodthirsty wolf in the black sheep's clothes
How would it be if you find all in close?
Richard the third, the most villainous Duke
Known as a treacherous and selfish kook
Holds the status of the Duke of Gloucester
A saboteur, schemes as an imposter
Possess an ugly build with a hunchback
Hides his flaws as a professional flack
Feels menial for his deformity
Handles things with extreme enormity
A power monger and it's very clear
Cares not even to kill his near and dear
Strategically waits for chance and grabs
With his honeyed words, he always backstabs
By hook or by crook, wants to seize the throne
Cheats Lady Anne with his convincing tone
Spreads rumours to showcase the heirs unfit
Executes those who thwart with his outwit
When the battle at Bosworth in full swing
Stanley takes a U-turn and quits the ring
Unhorsed Richard cries out losing the source
'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse"
A ruthless tyrant with no repentance
For him, there isn't any moral sentence
The Bard's 'wicked uncle' gets the title role
Invites the crowds' interest on the whole
Love is the essence of life itself.
Love is limitless, priceless and real.
Love is a capsule that contains
The enormity of what we feel.
Love is our reason to live and fight
When life deals us mighty blows.
Love stretches out its gentle hand
To raise us up from our lows.
Love is why we remember
The souls who have touched our heart.
Love is why we cherish each memory
Of those who have had to depart.
Love is more than a word we use
To express how we feel.
Love is alive and our greatest need.
Love is limitless, priceless and real.
at the edge of the cliff,
she stood
determined…….
eyes limpid pools of sadness,
hair wind swept
flawed….?
damaged?
the swirling enormity below
inviting….!
nested in her own ignorance
never knowing there’s poison
in the sting of bees,
as dripping honey
in their combs.
consumed without flame
in the heat waves of life
an escape is ineluctable
to cover a secret kept…!
SWISH….!!!
the water below parted noisily
sloshed up…
but the tug was fierce.
down,
down
she slid,
into the silver chambers
to be garlanded by mermaids!
After Raymond Carver’s “Bankruptcy”
Thirty-seven, trick shoulder &
a sultry appetite still (exempt)
I wait for you
impatiently (exempt still)
listening to the towels tumble
as my hairy belly moans:
we are rebounds
to true pleasure.
Forgive us, (I pray in enormity)
our reckless improvidence.
Today, my heart, like the front door,
awaits unlocked
for the first time in years.
A tea bag in the ocean,
small, fragile, trembling in vastness,
its string a whisper,
its paper skin thin against the tide.
It carries a world of fragrance within,
spices and leaves gathered from distant hills,
yet when cast into infinity
its essence bleeds gently, unseen,
lost to the salt and surge.
The ocean does not change—
its roar unmoved, its deep unshaken—
but the tea bag, emptied of itself,
becomes a ghost of what it was.
And still, there is a quiet beauty:
the courage of the small
meeting the enormity of the endless,
the offering of all it holds,
though the waves may never taste it.
To give, even if unnoticed,
to dissolve, even if forgotten,
to color a sea that cannot be colored,
and yet still try,
is to become a living sacrifice,
holy and acceptable
to
God
I flow life slow like a river to the sea,
mingle with the boundless enormity
of the seamless vastness of serenity.
I make life a raindrop rolling on leaf,
listen lured the sonata of the soul
in the euphoric symphony of silence.
All that has been, out-grows itself,
becomes monstrous in a mouse hole.
Thoughts pinned to carnival garbs
hang under night’s pitch-dark tent
to chew over minds missing links.
The silence of wordless clowns
mimes the shrill music of bats.
In a dusty room, the hammer-struck face
of a wall clock is a parody of my age
for it is younger than the hands that hung it there.
What great teaching unpacks this emptiness,
is it ancient, or as young
as the sleepless pad of my feet?
Perhaps as in dandelion seeds,
that act of their dispersal
has planted yet more muted revelations.
The dry rustle of mothwings --- a whispering
of some yet other enormity
one emerging now
within a threadbare soul's
deep-set pockets.
“As day and night, seasons come and go, leaving an afterthought that nothing is permanent in this world. Though life is all impermanence, know, there will be a sunrise after every sunset”-~ By Poet
Away from the crowd, I sat on the seashore
Looking at the setting sun,
Drowning into the indigo depths.
The grey enormity that heaved and swelled in turn,
Warmly received its everyday evening guest.
As I was looking on, breakers rose high,
Crashing over the boulders, making a mournful cry.
My eyes stretched far into the horizon
I watched clouds quickly shapeshifting
And the multi coloured firmament
Changing into a grey monochrome.
As like a python, darkness swallowed the day.
A cycle ending only to begin again!
If I had the magic wand in my hand
Oh smugly before God I will stand
and proclaim that if only for a day
I finally get to do things my way.
I’ll undo all He verily so far has done
and see that love reigns, hate gone,
One world living as one in harmony
made not of tribes and nations many.
I’ll shrink the enormity of the heavens,
In His name forbid to wield any weapons,
Make the scorching deserts a sanctuary
since wilderness doesn’t seem necessary.
I’ll rewind the time to the days of yore
and reset it to the simpler state as before,
Make man gentler and content to the core
For what I have seen, I can see no more.
But wait, I can wish this magic wand forever
to use day after day -- now isn’t that clever?
Work out a treaty between God and the Devil
and hope good and evil to each other be civil.
He stood before me
a beacon casting light
that kept me burning.
How we wished to be
in perfect harmony
in body and spirit,
transcending all bounds.
As he gazed on my face,
I saw waves of emotion
rise and crash
in his deep almond eyes,
and I became a river
hurtling down to join
the mighty current.
When he whispered to me,
honeyed words of passion
in the enormity of silence,
I blossomed
into
a red tulip
of love.
As he played on the strings
of my heart's violin,
I got tuned
into an alluring
symphony.
When he held my palms,
I evolved into
a beautiful painting
on a blank canvas.
When he cupped my face
to stamp on my lips
the seal of love,
I became
a flitting
butterfly.
When he lifted me up
in his arms,
all the stars came down
to see the spark in my eyes
wondering if it outdid
their combined luster
I continued looking deep into his eyes
and he into mine,
our souls mingling and melding
in a sensuous indulgence!
If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time
when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy
Do we have what it takes to even be considered
for membership? Or must we wander into the Twilight Zone?
Have we developed the proper qualifications
for admittance into the Order?
G.O.D. is constantly intervening
One way, or another
Be it by direct contact - an Angel's voice in the clouds
or secondhand news like the Bible (but It's Good News at least!)
or a crash landing in someone’s backyard (like Roswell)
Why talking snakes or burning bushes
are not a sure sign of probable insanity
One can only imagine
There is so much mystery to be had
Perhaps, it’s time to embrace life by the bells
Even gawk at the enormity of our predicament
It’s time to put aside our petty differences
I'm raising my hand in hopes of being chosen
Because, in my heart of hearts, I know
We may not be the only species
being considered by the G.O.D.
The enormity of my kindness has swallowed this callous thing alive
No longer will it’s stains of red be left behind
For so long, I have proved as docile as the smallest mutt
Sealing my nervous growls within my chest
Still, this body remains a horror
Harboring rage at the very neck of my teeth
These fangs of mine grow wildly like a mother of millions
A point indefinitely filed to a blunt end
Retracting my tongue
I will remain kind
Speaking only the softest of words
I cure my taste for conflict once more
Our sky of midnight blue with stardust shines-
while in our minds, an endless span they share.
Each brilliant speck, a star much like our Sun, defines
the vast enormity within our stare.
What lies between each blinking star's broad space?
For sure, they're many billion miles away,
where all, as our Earth's sun, may too embrace
of what revolves as planets there to stay.
Romantic is our sky neath starlit glow;
so close, and yet so far- it makes us gasp.
That space is relative to what we know.
What lies between the stars, we cannot grasp.
We wish upon the stars for peace and love.
And now, for that alone, we stare above.
You gave your love to heal a girl
A believer she was true
You put her to the final test
Her love was deep for you
Her Pastor said God loved her
She found hard to believe
The pain and danger she went through
A cure she would receive
Her Mother strayed as many would
To see her child lie there
In agony no hope for her
She needed expert care
You said believe and I will help
How often is this true?
Some suffer with enormity
A long or short life through
You can guide a doctors hand
With chemists medication
But still a miracle will help
And Christian dedication
The Pastor gave what help he could
He offered up Gods word
How many times do people try
How many times unheard
Accept the things you cannot change
Deal with those you can
The knowledge of the difference
That is Gods gift to man
God sent you down from heaven
For some time on earth reside
He will support you by your spirit
If your heart you open wide
The world that you inhabit here
The body where you live
The physical appearance
Was not the Lords to give
So live the best life that you can
The time will surely come
When you return to Heaven
To be with the Holy one
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