Dear Poetry, you touch me in ecstatic beauty.
Me to undertake this responsibility.
Might be specified as a poet’s duty.
When I try to compose any poem,
It must sparkle in mind of reader as gem.
I should hold that spirit and carry that aim.
Whatever be theme it sinks in abyss of heart
in pleasant soothing style for impact to exert,
putting me absorbed not allowing apart.
Poem to resonate with rhythm of heart and soul
Unspoken syllable to voice or to roll.
Unknown zone of perception to explore and scroll.
‘Solace in grief, inspiration in despondence,
Sensing love and peace, bringing bliss on elegance,’
My performance as poet may reach excellence.
patterns of old exert a hold
but now our lustrous heart is bold
and so old stories are released
no longer in new scripts retold
no ghosts remain to be appeased
and fate any, our soul is pleased,
so we flow with ease like the breeze
mourning not the ego deceased
The act that might get to be passed will put real Americans last.' Its really clear the evil that will be.' They want to remove
Your cash so you are less free.' They are
Counting up your assets, and just digital
Tokens is what ( you might get?) Or you
Might not get even to see, the mundane
Obects that ate intended to exert influence over every point of your physical
Reality.!
I just slipped on your teardrop
at the entrance of your heart
Obvious : I made a stop !
You cast a hesitant glance,
as promptly you were alert
I slipped on teardrop per chance !
Please ! Please do reciprocate
Do not put me just apart !
I'm rejoicing on my fate.
Soft teardrop, but acts ruthless,
rippling and I'm getting hurt,
making me very restless.
Please do not stay indolent
All my amount, I'll exert
I slipped ! A sweet accident.
I couldn't resist myself.
I'm at your door : Please don't shut.
It's only you, who can help.
Your nice eyes are now shinning :
I'm sure, you are. not inert !
I fell in love : My Darling !
The chatter all my around put on mute,
Creative powers of mine somewhat to spurt,
I hailed my heart: O hearken soul’s soft lute,
But my mind, mindful nor ever alert,
Nor present more, readily to reboot,
Notso was heard save the voice somewhat curt:
Let fresh winds waft from whatsoever route,
Ponder, dainty daisies rise from sheer dirt.
Let thousand thoughts sprout, all seemingly cute,
Remember, all chaos ends up in calm,
Hold this calm long, there’s no hurry to shoot,
Remember too, chaos has its own charm.
Whilst I ventured with this chaos to flirt,
A voice said, wait for fruits, learn to exert.
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Sonnet | 07.02.2017 | calm, chaos, creation, flute, heart, soul
Why do I feel the tears wet my inside lids?
It’s not the pain but then again it might be.
The tender mind’s so easily stabbed with pins.
In motion, can’t be undone by cup of tea.
Lingers at my side, devotedly. I hurt
for my shin, calf, ankle, thigh I can’t exert.
It’s psychological as well as throbbing.
It’s not anyone’s fault, I feel like sobbing.
Problems when park in,
To some they show a stop sign,
To some a guideline
From a well-wisher genuine--
To follow and feel so fine.
A beautiful girl,
To boy, a beauty to meet,
To wolf, meat to eat,
To sage, one with the same soul,
All three their fond flags unfurl.
World is a garden
Where whiling time’s no evil,
And God, no warden,
Has bestowed man a free will
To wield, exert or just chill.
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Tanka | 17.08.2025 | problem, garden, girl
Soul is the dweller of our heart
Feel the ecstasy and essence.
Supreme soul to make me alert
just assuring its existence.
In birth-death-after life, soul shines.
Soul is the dweller of our heart.
Staying in heart, soul to brighten
our path, never leaving apart.
Soul holds the power to exert
in trouble, grief or any need.
Soul is the dweller of our heart.
Soul entwines me : It's fact, indeed.
Similar to essence of Sun :
Essence of the soul to impart.
Energy of soul sure to run -
Soul is the dweller of our heart.
Twirling her fairy skirt,
a lace and pearl dessert.
His eyes hypnotized by
the lace and pearl overt.
Bells on her fingertips,
this lace and pearl concert.
She gives her all to him
in lace and pearl exert.
Her father hides her in
the lace and pearl turret.
But marriage promise
gifts lace and pearl convert.
Twinkling eyes of the groom
splays lace and pearl dessert.
Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us everyday;
Though our journey turns bleak and gray,
Their guiding light remains to stay.
Their counsel heals our wounded heart,
Letting pain finally depart;
As opposed to falling apart,
Our world finds a different start.
Loved ones don't always cause comfort,
They also fetch challenge and hurt;
They push us to grow amid dirt,
Telling us to exert effort.
We hold higher expectation,
And when they don't meet this vision,
Whether in their thoughts or action,
Conjecture leads to frustration.
Love means not constant harmony,
So their own desires disagree;
Leading to heart's hostility,
And to relation unhealthy.
Complex connection says it all,
Joy and delight dwell in the hall,
Sadness and sorrow in the wall,
But lessons learned strengthen our soul.
Isaac Newton is said to have stated,
'For every action,
or force in nature,
there is an equal and opposite reaction.'
And the proof in his pudding is,
if I exert myself
in search of who knows what I want to be,
it also brings to bear
an equal and opposite influence on me.
As, by doing so,
my own headwind I create,
which inhibits my progress,
and the harder I push, or fixate,
the more resistance I set up,
so to speak,
and the farther away I am
from finding whatever it is I seek.
Indubitably, it's a rule of thumb,
the more forward I go,
all the further behind I become,
but is it better to do nothing at all,
than beat my head against
an invisible brick wall?
This is for the sleepless nights you spent
thinking 'bout life's ups and downs and in betweens
For the efforts you continuously exert, though unseen
For the hungry stomach you choose to ignore
Just so on our plate you could put more
This is for the silent tears you have cried
For days when no one seems to be on your side
For the words you want to shout but chose to keep in your heart
For trying to keep things together, though it tears you apart
For being soft but yet sturdy and strong
For making me feel, I always belong
For setting aside your youth so I could enjoy mine
For your sweet smile even during the toughest of times
This is for your courage amidst your fears
For choosing joy despite the tears
This is for the battle you've won over the years
This is for you mom. Cheers!
Riders exert steering forces
Horses respond and track courses
For gait-along ease
A dah-dit leg squeeze
Serves steeds and their Morse code sources
blushing cheeks
like roses or watermelons.
heart aflutter - it's silly,
to stutter -
stutter?
I hardly know 'er (ha)
stut
tering every word
all too aware of my gaze
and the magnetism you exert on it
damn it, I hardly know you
and you've got me writing poems.
you're ****in cool, anyway,
you goddamn instant crush
Hurt
Immersed within in us all lay such deep rooted hurt
A pain so profound, yet staying subconsciously inert
Be it physically or an emotionally charged event
How does this apply and what does it represent
Hurt can transform us, make our deepest fears multiply
Can abruptly change our life, all within a blink of an eye
Events compiling, wondering if you can bear all this strife
Leaving you unsure of what’s next in this chapter called life
Hurt can derive from an assailment on the body or of our minds
Manifesting into suffering, a life time of sorrow, pain of all kinds
Burying deep within your subconscious, hiding how you truly feel
Not allowing yourself to yield to pain so surmountable, so surreal
Hurt can be an excruciating experience within your whole body
Debilitating you wholeheartedly, within everything you embody
With all your good intentions, all your inner will you can exert
Seeking no more than a simple solution to ease all of your hurt
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