A baby calf dances elegantly, forgetting gallop, highly intentional, jumping, kicking, light movement, nurtured obey parents,quick rider, small try, unique valour, wondering xanthic, young zeal.
With ups and downs and rhythmic gait,
they dance together with their show.
No way to rest or hesitate-
just keep on swinging, high and low.
At night they glisten 'neath moon glows
as they move on in measured ways;
together, merged in well-formed rows,
to blindly dance through blinding haze.
At times they gallop or may prance
to varied rhythms that they feel;
yet know the purpose of their dance
keeps everything on even keel.
And, so they reach out to the shore-
now rising taller- see their prize;
once there, collapse, rest and explore-
blindly retreat, again to rise.
Like waves, we also roll freehand;
we blindly dance to what's in store.
Our waves both high and low will land
on what life grants us to explore-
and blindly dance with faith and hope
we find that well-deserved long rest,
to know our rhythm helped us cope;
that our dark dance has met the test.
Genial gold bullions of first blush town verve,
cobalt blue ingots in sky,
“rain” pavement dweller thrill
Green bus shelter cameos cordial,
sprinkle the air with glad quips,
tween the spilt coffee gulp
billowing cloud of zingy zone babble,
dispersed in hazy gallop,
yet wisps unfeigned linger
O, if I were a younger man
why, I’d gallop with the breeze
plant acres of flowers and trees
I’d devote myself to curing medical disease
even ‘incurable’ allergies
I’d visit the sick, comfort the bereaved
support the orphan, the widow, the frozen I’d unfreeze
Every moment of life I’d seize
milk it for everything I could squeeze ~
And I’d campaign 24/7 against Zoran Mamdani
and every delusional western pol with the socialist disease
I do not remember the text from which I had experienced the first manifestation.
But when I open the eyes
I was going out of the duress.
When the temple door opens,
those who rush to the front line are unconfident.
As the front and rear lines are with same distance, who is getting succeeded at this gallop.
Divine spirit rejuvenates senility.
The most beautiful song of love could be seen in the eyes of divine lover.
Others begin their prayers; and peregrinate in search of temples without having an insight.
Wouldn’t you withdraw your hand when you draw the tears of a blind thinking it is light?
The sanctuary and the God is being encircled with questions of mankind.
Haven’t you given me acute disease?
Hadn’t you given me a mortified birth?
Made me an indignant one?
Did you not bring down my yesterday’s profit?
Your nemesis thrown us into malaise
At that time, a smile blossomed on God’s face which was a sight for sore eyes.
With the wakened desire eerie, to be something,
It overgrows soon to be and have all-- everything;
The inner drive mounts a crazy tipsy horse clever,
Closes not on the unjust chase nor the goal ever
But for sure gets into too complex a confusion
That cannot find the fruition,lost in the delusion
A look back: and there is a huge, vast ruffled lot
Delinking time,space and the intent with each trot
Gone away are those that breathed full and wild,
Strong and firm against mind's all prompts mild,
With the darting strides sprinted with the gallop:
Somewhere in the dark corner of hope,all call up
Fostered,it grows fast ,certain only to disorder,
Distort the well cherished mettle yond the border;
The self overgrows toa monster,senseless of all:
The good and the noble,distant kith or kin, or pal;
One might loudly recall those tall conquests futile
And the great falls to the nadir in a bit short while
Why is it such a big deal to be an avaricious & pernicious alligator and just steal from every creator use all our data and turn even the meek & mild into a wild hater...
"How do we stop the lavatorial plop plop of AI slop
Cull the new crop an arch oligarch march to the top
No behavioural fop to an algorithm making you strop
Don’t be a sop to a pack who hijack a stack on the hop
Pander to your dander by knowing how you do shop
When you gander…. propaganda & slander they drop
This laboratory of hateful oratory is what we all cop
Cohorts sport.. escorts all sorts.. come on chop chop
All about the economy give woke folks a lobotomy op
Forgotten besotten rotten dot com bubble did pop
Impropriety no jobs swap entirety of society will flop
Social media greedier needier seedier stronger gallop
So how do we stay dry of sh*t from on high this AI slop
To stop bottom feeder sly lie then no longer be the mop"
I believe life too runs on wheels
People gallop and gear it up with deals
Let me frame a lofty goal
To win, I must keep the pedals roll
It could either be a pleasure or pain
I must handle it with a unique vein
Forget not applying brakes
Or else, away the passion takes
No wrong if we try to soothe and coax
Be supportive like a wheel’s spokes
Bear not bloody restrictions
Bearings reduce frictions
To lube the cognitive chain
Add fun for making a smooth lane
Bicycle reflects the cycle of a life
Seat it and set it with no strife
Place : 3 rd
You always knew
how to wipe away my tears
your smile
always brought happiness
a flutter in my heart
and a gallop in my step
in midtown, twin clock towers chime.
their peal resembling tumbling coins.
procrastination, now a crime,
consummate idleness purloins.
youth may clutch her bottled seconds
to transact on a rainy day.
she addresses urgent errands.
handsome faces gallop away.
i've seen my own spring and wither
between these effortless minutes.
cherished vanity's coy sliver,
wasteful without observed limits.
i'm liquor-free and off-caffeine,
walking in sunlight on cool grass.
crunch my vegetables, staying lean,
extra sands upon the hourglass.
lost my rosaries. almanacs!
are charming nooses, rave and posh
pocket planners build sky-high stacks.
moments have no spares, cut the bosh.
shouldn't spend my flowers wantonly,
chastising walls, scaling degrees.
there's never enough time, truly
to claim wealth from its poverty.
She was born in the year of the rooster,
she should have been born
in the year of the horse
so she could gallop her magnificence
across the landscape,
following the path of the sun.
A bard born to a muse is full of song,
for he imbibes on the milk of her breasts,
a suckling babe that's inspired 'ere too long,
to pen refrains, lines, and this sonnet no less.
When inspired, songs of bravery are plentiful;
and words of chivalry gallop on page
like gallant knights to damsels most beautiful:
to him, Poesy never knew a greater age!
But bards worth their weight in gold soon realize,
that one must learn how to be their own muse,
for the muse can choose to not exercise
her power (and what choice have we if she refuse?).
Like the primes, the muse leaves and disappears,
as the bard's years increase past life's hemispheres.
This is the year for you to shine
leave those damn troubles behind
show the world you're not done yet
let them place their losing bet
Find the strength and stand up tall
your time has come to have it all
Believe in yourself and shine that light
leave the doubt way out of sight
This is your year to just be you
quirky and fun, authentic and true.
This is it, this is your year
gallop ahead and have no fear
don't waste a minute of your precious time
this is it; it’s your time to shine
Dance like you’re dancing on the moon
Live like the sun is rising soon
Let this moment be very clear
Your time has come, so kick it in gear.
I wake up in the morn, shiny and bright
gray-dull outside, held over from night
There goes my mood, sinking rapidly
try to up-route it, no capacity
Noontime arrives, sun peeking in
cart away the gray that’s long-gone
Plenty of room left in the day
giddiness surrounds me, out I dash to play
The earth's alive, happy-face flowers greet me
puddles evaporate, sidewalks smile
Far away I gallop, beyond a country mile
Toward eve, what’s this? ~ Crackle of lightning
thunder booms, disappears the day’s room
Will I make it home, shut the door tight
in the face of the storm, desperate my plight
And so too my mood, ever-evanescent
darks as night without new moon’s crescent ...
O, fair goddess of the skies, how shallow I must be
my mood so tightly tethered to thee
Horses gallop through my mind
They don't stop they just rewind
Piano keys play lullabies in my dreams
Logic’s tossed into the bin
Love's a game I’ll never win
But I’m diving headfirst in
Or so it seems
I wait for eleven eleven
To whisper wishes to the sky
Love's made me crazy
Can’t you see
She’s the only equation I believe
If she were math
I’d beat a calculator
She’s the answer I’ll solve sooner or later
My little heart
It sparkles bright
Like city lights in the dead of night
Thinking of her makes my thoughts combust
I’m not the same
I’ve lost control
She’s the melody that fills my soul
Love’s a mess but trust me
It’s a must
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