fireworks end
as last spark fizzles to ground
darkness takes control
When summer sizzles energy fizzles
you can fry an egg on the sidewalk
New York city cooks like a griddle
it's too hot to make small talk
there's a place I know where you can find me
it don't cost a dime come on up and join me
when midday swelters pavement's melting
yellow taxi cabs gasp for breath
it's so hot my brain feels like popping
even my shadow starts to sweat
if the Jersey Shore's not your scene
can't take the crowds come on up and join me
got my sounds got my shades
got my cooler got it made
I could use a little help with my suntan lotion
so tell me who needs an ocean
up on Tar Beach overlooking city streets
Tar Beach leave your cares below
if you want to beat the heat
Tar Beach NYC is where we you an' me
Tar Beach is where we can go
There's blood in my hands,
not in violence or ruin
but rather my soul in motion
the proof that I'm here for you.
I can feel yours too,
separated by a thin veil
of skin and breath and fragile warmth;
underneath where the rushing, blushing rivers of blood,
like tiny lightning bolts yearn to leap between us.
I feel the way your body breathes,
fiery warmth that detonates from that steadfast beating core,
fizzles out into the fingertips that are so uniquely yours
so please, come here for a hug.
I see Maya as a video game
If its software gets decoded,
No more a tiger, life looks cat-like tame
If source code’s breached, its secret spread.
By mere digits, by dots and dashes made,
Innocence still’s no bliss, but shame,
Where so knowledge burns bright if ignited,
Fun fizzles out and life walks lame.
If players we are in a pre-planned game,
Let Maya a magic toy be.
Peas prosper well in a pod’s confined frame,
A man purblind looks, scarce can see.
If ignorance is child-like innocence,
To bask in bliss, I feel, makes immense sense.
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Sonnet (Tongue-in-cheek) | 04.11.2016 |ignorance, bliss, joy, world
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I'm so in love with you
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"She told me remeber that time
when you were having problems
I wanted to tell you what it was
I didn't cause I thought you'd
fall in love with me and wouldn't
leave me alone. It aint you or us it's
me< I don't want a love affair that
fizzles and fades. Love true love
last forever and a day."
Written by" The Soprano
who was interrupting for the
Contralto.
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reminder
It aint Love until she
responds to your forwardings
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YES / NO
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Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.
Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.
Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.
The nature of work may change with time,
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.
It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.
Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.
Fairytales and Razorblades
Sitting here alone in my book
Waiting for the words to give back what they took
All of them just lying across the page
So nonchalant yet full of rage
Time is broken and when the pencil snaps
This becomes the beginning of the end
And then
The story is over and it all fizzles and fades
Never to be remembered
And filed between Fairytales and Razorblades
Yep - another one for the Books!
You predict that dense clouds will bring drizzles.
Wild West wind, you say, causes scotching heat
Time's chisel, in your skill and will, fizzles.
In you, weather's ups and downs, take backseat.
Have you ceased seeing the deiform dawn?
Virtues and vices charm you as choices.
Towards past and future, you're often drawn
Can't you hear the present time's sore voices?
Both questions and answers are in your hands.
Your innocence should win over all.
Shouldn't harmony be your best of plans?
Isn't there a dawn after each nightfall?
Could the sun ignore any of its beams?
Reconcile! Foes too will flow with your streams.
standing on one leg
the crane trusts in good fortune ---
fate of fish fizzles
A trembling earth
panics and cracks
tortured and teased
by the bullying wind
the ground gives in
cornered by gusts
and my red maple falls
ripped at the roots
the windstorm’s fury
fizzles to a breeze
and people move on
swayed by the sunlight
I watch
from my knees
in the dirt
of my garden
as an arrogant sun
beats me with heat
how they relish the rays
that freckle my skin
and bask in the breezes
that mock me
while I brown
like the leaves
of my pink bleeding hearts
left to wither
in the bright, sunny remnants
the passing storm fades
behind a clear sky
taking with it
the menacing wind
and the shade
from my fallen red maple
Attracted by charm
our platonic world evolves
but fizzles to end
Love’s flicker fizzles
Hearts apart, souls within
Salient shade fades flames
Another dark day, and it drizzles
The most monotonius tune
All I have endured now fizzles
As soon as I’m leaving the room
Damp air makes a joke of my plan
Slushy pavement tell stories untold
In favour of wintery man
Who sneers from inside of my soul
Spring speaks sotto voce in dark day
Though I’m not excited with breeze
With mud and the damp, I will play
Spring’s little game that I seize.
The dust whirls up and settles down
The ashes are doing the same
Well dressed in silver gray and brown
Ashes and dust aren’t to blame
A fleck of dust meets a fleck of ash
They do the waltz and bossa-nova
Be it broad daylight or a dark night
They swing around over and over
Then someone turns to another one:
“What bearings it has on your case
Will you tell, or are you tending to shun?”
Someone asks with a smile on the face
Another one says, “you mean ashes and dust?
It’s just life that fizzles away
Once a memory fails, autumn days last
But you cannot remember a day”.
Put away your bathing suit the dips in the pool are done
get the rake out of the garage, jumping in the leaves is fun.
The Halloween decorations include the ginormous spider;
exchange the ice-cold lemonade for hot apple cider.
The summers end raced tirelessly to the full autumn stop,
and the rain chills more with each pounding drop.
The heat of the sun fizzles out with each windy howl,
and the moon glared its face with an ice cold scowl.
Early fall boast trees with the most fiery bright hue
but time marches on colors become brown and gray stew.
Around the campfire people gather around and sing
as a church group leader strums his six strings.
Autumnal is the transition from summer to winter
Its weather patters are nestled in the center.
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