The ancient path
Comes into being
Awareness of one's being
The older days
Comes into a past
Recollection of memories
The fruitfulness of a soul,
Flexibility of a mind
Leads to discoveries
The upliftment of the sea floor
Productivity of a seed
Modifies the tradition
The memorandum of a culture
A mystery of a future,
The ancient ways
Comes into resources
Fluctuation of ideas
The oldest man
Comes into a present moment
The seasons of a soul.
The grey curtain reveals
Svelte giggle from clean teeth
Mother stands to the reveal
To be or not to be
Contours and lines mar mother's
makeup
It is time to ring the ring
Tables set to throat wetting meals
Underneath two feet dart about
Easily uneased
I look up; calculating the atmosphere
The moon's beauty calls yet
Two eyes are calm but fierce
Like the lioness to her prey
Another with the fired feet are
Flamed with uncertainty like the
Fluctuation of a currency
To be or not to be?
This coven echos
I sense the bubble of confusion
Then Dress it with light talk
Till the air lifts slowly
Four eyes earlier locked
Grow warm again.
The so-called experts have been saying lately
There's a slow down in global warming
It's true, it hasn't been very tropical lately
Global warming is under performing
Do you think it's possible it just could be
A normal fluctuation in the world's temps
But who am I to offer this assessment
Why they're fluctuating to this extent
Could it possibly be the experts have it wrong
Oh forgive me for suggesting such a thing
After years and years in “forecasting” school
With diplomas under their wing
Weather forecasting is a lot of guesswork
Next to impossible to predict the future
There's so many variables to affect the outcome
Even with all those fancy computers
Safety, comfort, food and offspring
Is that all they need ? Could be!
Doggies bark, the birdies sing
Feeling happy, they can’t see
Anything that spreads disturbance
Evil species of wrong kinds
Cause it would disrupt concordance
In well balanced little minds
They don’t need minds fluctuation
Taking life without complaint
I don’t have such consolation
In the shrinking world I gained
Hard to boast about the mission
Of the restless human race
Who believe that competition
Is godsend, and fall from grace
much too often, in their faith
That the fittiest survive
And the weaker must obey
If they plan to stay alive
Wars and troubles, nations power
Tallest towers, I can’t bear
I am jealous of wild flower
As it grows without a care,
Living free, until some soldier
Tramples it by accident
And my world gets little older
In accordance that was meant.
The sun is shining brightly
On high and in my heart
Can't think of any good reason
Why my happy is off the chart
Could it just be a fluctuation
In my everyday ebb and flow
Or am I about to inherit a fortune
Perhaps fifty million or so
That'd get my heart a-pumping
Have to go lie down I fear
Gotta survive to really enjoy my luck
At least for a few more years
Maybe a trip to some exotic place
Where the girlies dress in grass skirts
Swing and sway oh what a scene
This stress I must try to avert
Always been a real big sucker
For members of the opposite sex
They drive me wild, my eyes bug out
I stutter and stammer, by heck
How bout that, my fine feathered friends
Survived another bout of girly-itis
One day it's sure gonna get me good
When it renders me totally speechless
The sun is shining brightly
On high and in my heart
Do you know why I'm so pooping happy
Coz of the joy you do impart<>
Sight from my canopy-tops,
After dinner, several falling raindrops,
sweltering the ordinary people's roof inside,
Given the still March signal of poise,
Darkness gives still blanket,
However rain crossing the cloud heart,
And the touching sleeping soul,
as like nature gives online orders for the rain's parcel,
And the Chenab and drop touch the hollowness rim,
Singing the night angels theme,
And air gives a supply of pure air,
Daffodil sit beneath the tree-like new bride fair,
But give somebody an application,
to the management of the natural nation,
For turn on the sunny day duration,
Otherwise, the blanket comes continues in fluctuation.
______BUSHAN Singh CHIB
LIFE an absurdity(HOGARTH)
a passion
of the ridiculous
the manner
of time
in
rapid moments
bustling streets
a metropolitan buzz
collision&
melodrama
of crammed alleys
excess
a teeming hell
perpetual fluctuation
yellowed mouldy
flamboyant
evoked higgledy piggledy
teeming&
tangled
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
As I rest upon my heels,
into my head, my thoughts do spill
there to sit alone and wait
is much too long to contemplate.
The experience is all brand new,
the man, rope, and paddle too
It excites but also scares
the fluctuation of my cares.
I wait for the gentle breeze,
that swiftly blows between my knees
when I am placed into his lap
and the whip against my flesh goes tap.
So much emotion I have inside,
just add, subtract and then divide
I have no shame or guilt to plea
my Master is so good to me.
I inhale the intoxication,
as we reach our destination
a journey between two souls
who exactly knows where this could go.
Date: 1/18/2022
I look at myself;
Fall into sadness
That face of gladness
Could be nothing
But a mask.
What an array
Of emotion
Behind mine eyes:? Darkly shaded,
But they are coloured.
What an array
Of confusion,
Yet there lies everlasting,
Empowering resolution:?Deep in my mind.
I perceive myself,
Then question me.
What do I believe
And do I honestly
Hold myself in high esteem?
What and how I see me
Is a fluctuation between
All my feelings.
I know myself,
Though only subjectively.
Very Fancy Doilies... or Very Fresh Dill;
An abridged list... (it's longer, still!) --
Not sure yet if I want to list every single VFD;
It'd have to be complete-- or rhyme cleverly?
Reading "The Series of Unfortunate Events"...
I've seen so much silliness and extravagance!
It'd be neat to learn "Verse Fluctuation Declaration!" :O
creating new secret notes, with a little concentration! :)
Simply miss-spell a word, and thus the reader knows --
which letters to collect & compile to see how it all goes!
The ocean speaks in poetry
Syllables slammed into the sand, sounding out the tides
Like a language uttered by ancient beings
Ripples flicker from the shore, forming words that echo in the crash of waves
Cool, blue-green waters contain the sentences of silent love
Even the wind whispers the condemnation of the structured
The forced strictness of the grammatical,
The drumbeat of raindrops are rhythm enough for the surf
A heartbeat wildly stuttering in a dance of speechless beauty
The grand jete of a ballerina stretching for the sun in the crest of a wave
A quest, unstoppable, for a higher power than gravity.
A music beyond silence yet above sound
A fluent fluctuation in the depths of emotion
A soul surrounded by the stranglehold of purpose
Pulled over the edge of reasoning and into an abyss free of thought,
Free from the confines of the chemical, mechanical, mathematical, logical,
Something that defies the dictates of society
Antonyms that reflect the intangible
Sorrowful joy - memories sunk beneath the spindrift
Lonely love - a bond that will never be broken
Contained vastness - like the ocean beating upon the shore
Poetry.
The pointed arc Manor house onset,
Angel sculptures silhouettes.
Light through stained gothic windows,
high chairs and gargoyle shadows.
Marbled floor rows of columns,
pointed sealing reached by slaloms.
Heavy gilded frame,
giving her aura a powerful claim.
Brightness from eyes that capture,
ageless beauty fracture.
Sensation trigger warmth,
her smile only conforms.
Her caring gesture so rich,
purple velvet and satin stitch.
Cross in hand with bushy cuffs,
staring more then usual enough’s.
Temperature fluctuation,
some cold brush past sensation.
Sacredness speak joy of tears,
understanding now her cares.
Some little gifts to know,
crafted beauty in soul still glow.
Little Billy was a designer
Known worldwide and even wider,
All the way from here to China.
Little did the people know
Little Billy had a vag*na.
Little Billy sold millions
and billions of gold bullions
Worth, to many civilians
Alike parents and children.
Each item was worth about forty,
Little Billy sponsored all things sporty
Little did Billy know, it would be shortly
That the world would be aborting.
News headlines, global sensation
Of Little Billy's gender connotation
Revealed in a social fluctuation.
All Billy could feel was humiliation.
Sponsorships ended
Cost price descended
Moral right transcended
All because Billy pretended
That she was a woman
Living as man
In a land where the wage expands
When you've got an appendage.
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He dwells on the sound, of the leafless branches
Describes the trees, admits the guiltless eye
In conversation with frivolous jagged shadows
His joys and sorrows with a true heart
The tree and he, had already embraced each other
In the winter when the stars shiver under the frost,
the trees go to sleep
Thin branches, like chalk white fingers point up into the air
The passion that everyone feels drunk with
but not so drunk that you drown
With magical power and a warm soul
Strange fluctuation of all natural things
Branches encircled with a beard of moss
a buzzing life of larvae
where the birds can live without alms
Before the happy days are lost in curly
cold and heavy snow clouds
~ we seek the absolute truth
- freedom to create your own opinions ~
22/11/2019
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this I'm not the me, the inside
from the kingdom of thought I'm the sense, living sense
maybe there is a palace of colorful thinking,
maybe there are many stairway of leaves,
maybe there the environment is peace
I can keep going up and down there
with the fluctuation of my thinking,
I can learn my inside as well as flourish the outside
-13/11/19 CTG, BD
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