The summer sun has had its peak
The days draw quicker to their close.
So when the light grows quieter,
It's settling in to sweet repose.
Humans and nature follow suit
As energy starts to wane.
We go into hibernation mode
While we shelter from the rain.
When the light grows quieter
Everything grows calm.
Until you've found you've overslept
As light no longer beats your alarm.
Some feel the melancholy of less light.
Their spirits start to dull.
However, the laws of nature show
That light too needs its lull.
Like a friend, the light will show
Even if for less.
All seasons round, the light will shine
To comfort and to bless.
there it goes again
between Bindu and crown
a divine bliss bubble
in which we drown
other nodes follow suit
presence follows the scent
Divine Mother’s grace
ensures our ascent
No noise we make,
Walking in line as to fit in with others,
No words I dare speak,
As to nobody to hear..
We leave as if a routine,
Walk to the car, others follow suit,
drive away as it’s only a building,
places to go, things to do, life doesn’t stop..
Arrive at home, perhaps the park to take a quiet stroll, this has become my church, a lonely empty bench calling my name, is thus my pew?
Ducks busily looking for food, GOD will provide, who will feed my empty soul, no judgement no liability here, for Our GOD the Father breathed life into MAN, made squirrels, birds, the squirrels and eagles to soar high above the sky to bring joy to HIS daughters and sons of HIS, My empty soul thus falling down my cold winter face, “Thus is my daughter from which I am PROUD”. I hear, see your hurt and sorrows deep within your Soul, I am with you thus very moment, Lean on Me my child, let me wipe away your tears”.
Darkness is upon thus park of which is my church, another day is drawing to a close, sane time same place My Child, Mass is ended, Go in peace to love and glorify my Name.”
You say all the right things
and strum all the right strings
but actions never follow suit.
If you insist on being cute
I’ll gladly help you spread your wings.
AP: 2nd place 2026
1. Time will always reveal what you truly mean to someone.
2. Sometimes, the best response is to say nothing at all.
3. Perfection does not exist. Work on improvement, not on being perfect.
4. Love yourself first. Everything else will follow suit.
5. Your glow will automatically change with good people and great intentions in your life.
6. Laugh often. Laughter is the best medicine.
7. Life will teach its hardest lessons to the softest hearts.
8. Fear is shallow, whereas regret is deep.
9. It is alright that you disconnect for some time.
10. And if nobody helps you, then do it alone.
Gunner
What has woken you, Gunner? What is it you hear?
Can you sense the beat of heavy engines drawing near?
There’s been no alert, Gunner, the lads are all at ease.
But you know something’s up, don’t you? Won’t you tell us please?
I heard that little growl, Gunner, low and in your chest.
Is the time right now, Gunner? Should we end our rest?
You’re straining at the sky now Gunner. What is it you see?
A skein of passing geese, or our dreaded enemy?
I see your hackles raised Gunner, it’s time to ring the bell.
The other guns will follow suit, they trust your instincts well.
The crews are all closed up, Gunner, before the siren’s wail,
We all know you were right from the twitching of your tail.
There they are above, Gunner, just like your growl predicted,
And thanks to you, we’ve limited the damage they’ve inflicted.
The enemy has fled, Gunner, they’ve turned around and run.
Now go and get your well-earned rest, underneath our gun.
Ashby v White, if applied right.' With the script i do not
Comply' at the ballot will belie.) Remove misogeny from
On high..Why choose to be opressed? Once this reality
Is addressed.' Other lands should follow suit? Then your
Fate will not be moot.' (The no longer to be trusted)
Shall then really find they're busted.' So be ready from this
Day give them the boot.' Send them on their un-merry way.!
It's a nomad attempting to mark his home,
Fitting himself where he doesn't belong.
Millions have attempted to follow suit,
Now, concealed deep, nourishing roots.
Grasping the desire born after desire,
Wanting more than what you require.
In an attempt to consolidate fragility,
Bound to vanish in a dimension of futility.
May look like it's all yours, but drifting faster,
The sun will still rise tomorrow and the day after.
If any nation will follow suit that means we have
a long journey to go or ways to follow
and something like blue or black or yellow or white or red
shadows for suggestion
the nation could have mourned some of the flotsam
grounds, at least somehow to damn?.
Or a little less the wall instead may turn gradienture?.
I think if there is any place so fieldier, so magical and
so damnable?.
In the dance of bees and flight of birds,
In flocks dancing high aloft in the sky,
lies the collective wisdom of a crowd of things,
that have, so-called swarm consciousness it seems.
But, there's no conductor or leader to guide the intricate ballet,
No single mind orchestrates the dance,
No single purpose drives the collective fray,
As the swarm twists and swirls, hither and thither they go
In a wondrous dynamic coordinated display,
That creates a harmonic crescendo performance, only swarms know.
When one outside member of the flock randomly
feels the urge to divert its path
all its nearby neighbors follow suit
Each member is aligned to the those immediately close by,
left and right, front and back,
all around them, lying close in formation.
So one twist, turns another, and another, and another.
One twirl, curls and swirls the mob in unison,
as all others follow suit.
So it's one for all, it's all for one, it's all in, in the show.
The swarm's intelligence is simply
driven by the birds, bees, fish, bugs and gnats
urge is stay, with togetherness in a crowd
to swarm and whoop it up,
in joyous flight,
Joie de vivre!
My father’s death was from his heart,
My mother’s from her brain
And so I wonder which, for me,
Might just be on the wane.
Of course, there is no guarantee
That I will follow suit,
For in the future, we all know
There is no absolute.
So far, my heart is ticking fine
And even with some quirks,
My brain, despite some CRS,*
Apparently still works.
*Can’t remember spit (or its rhyming improvement)
To watch something competitive
You have to pick a side,
With someone you can root for
And with whom you feel allied.
It could be sports or politics
Or various awards
Or venues like Medieval Times
Where knights wield shields and swords.
For when we are invested
In the outcome and we root,
Excitement bubbles up and often
Joy will follow suit.
It’s fun to cheer our favorites on
For even if they lose,
Absorption in the chase replaces
Boredom or the blues.
First thing in the morning when she gets up
he would get up from bed too
whenever she opened her mouth to yawn
he would also follow suit
He would follow her into every room in the house
like a cheerful newborn puppy
attached to the bosom of his mother
When she walks into the bathroom
he sneaks up behind her
she can't go in there
without a spectator present
or waiting patiently by the door
When she maneuvers into the living room
to switch on the television to Miami Vice
she can't even take a nap
and sip a Switcha in solitude
all because he always plants
his miniature body upon her lap
with his endless snuggling and affection
like lime juice sprinkled on conch salad
Despite his irking habit
she would often brag to her friends
about her appreciation
of her little shadow and little stalker
who always follow her everywhere she goes
Spring is here!
Planting time is too.
Replenish and revive
Embracing life anew,
And relish being alive.
Dive in with delight; plant seeds of your own.
In this way, joy can be sown.
Nourish those seeds with your special style.
Grow flowered gladness with your sunny smile.
Hate can have no place in your garden space.
A haven of sweetness you must grow.
Pleasing peonies, precious primrose and
Perky pansies
In your garden you will show
Nodding in a warming April breeze.
Everybody then who
Sees the product of your glad pursuit
Shall also feel the need to follow suit!
March 27, 2023
For the Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest of Anoucheka Gangabissoon
i suppose they will all
be soon to depart
the danish girl
has removed her top
the germans will soon follow suit
the french girl
will arrive soon minus everything
there goes the male tourist
down the beach
time to stroll, exercise
amidst the breasts residing on the sand
isn't it funny
tables emptied of annoying badinage
i owe so many clear views
of Mexican beaches to Europe
but the sad aspect
is that amidst
all of this tropical beauty
the male tourist is unable
to rise above the preoccupation
of viewing breasts
myself, i prefer legs
they represent a short blip
a blink of the eye
to the pelicans coasting upon
the wave generated wind
the sky filled with marauding
magnificent frigates
surfers hanging in for the wave
where they balance in nature
on a ride into shore
where some will banter me for a poem
i reply, your eyes (fill in color)
are birds who steal my thoughts
my breath, my heart
go away now
and it ain't look at that ass
it is a callipygous goddess
yes i wrote short love poems for them
and bettered their vocabulary
San Blas 92
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