The edge is close, my steps are slow,
I shouldn’t look, but still, I know.
I told myself I’d just come see
But now the fear is holding me.
The ground’s too far, my hands feel weak,
My chest is tight, I barely speak.
The railing’s there, but what if not?
What if it slips? What if I drop?
I take one step, then stop again,
The panic rising in my skin.
The wind is sharp, it stings my face,
I feel too small for this high place.
I take a breath, I step away,
The edge behind, I make my way.
With every step, I feel more free,
The fear is gone, I’m moving, see?
I don’t look back, I don’t regret,
I take each step, no more to fear.
The fear still lingers, but I survive
I’m off that path. I’m still alive.
I write an biography,,,celebrities who knew, or will know me...
Heavenly Father, hear my plea,
Remove my sloth and set me free.
Inspire my soul to reach its height,
And fill my days with radiant light.
Bring peace to soothe my troubled mind,
Joy for the sorrow that I find.
Instill in me a hopeful ray,
To guide my heart through each new day.
If something’s meant to keep me low,
Dear God, it’s best that you let go.
Reveal the souls not meant for me,
And end what’s not in harmony.
Protect the path that I now tread,
And grant me strength where I feel dread.
Don’t let me waver, don’t let me sway,
For in Your light, I’ll find my way.
Calm my spirit, heal my heart,
Take from my soul each troubling part.
With gratitude, I lift this prayer,
Dear God, I love You; I will share.
Amen.
Trump may feel Prez should come in XL size,
Which, democrats dismiss as downright lies.
Unlike queen Cleo’s nose,
To size no such gain goes,
A MAGAlomaniac logic defies.
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Happenings |28.09.2024|USA, humour, political
Poet’s note: Trump is six foot three inches (190 cm). Republicans feel this is a clear advantage. For, in comparison, Kamala Harris looks petit. Abraham Lincoln was 194 cm, and Lyndon Johnson 192 cm. Funny, American elections refuse to show they are from a mature democracy.
Being tall is an
Advantage, noticeable
Intimidating.
So many teachers, each affirming their view,
makes us smile, for these folks see not ego’s guile,
shape-shifting scripts that unendingly renew
belief we adopt and then flaunt as our style.
In truth the seeker who seeks does not exist,
thus as long as there remains a to do list,
we remain confined to this life pulse dual,
trapped in delusion of a thought form whirlpool.
This is a paper kite ,
It's goes up very hight, Looks like a tiny flight,
Makes children to delight, We can't able to write, To fly kite is our right, We can't take it as slight, Is it a funny game alright?, No need to pay for this fright,
We can compete for kite fight,
We can't see kite in night, It can't come to our sight, It can fly in the high sprite, Right is our might .
Who can resist the call of ocean waves
whispering as they lap against the shore?
Who can stand firm against that which enslaves?
Return passionate melody ardor?
How many men have heard the Sirens’ song
leaving wondering kith and ken behind?
How did their fateful journey hold so long
to oppress their minds and tighten the bind?
Who can repeat sweet nothings of wafture
that solos its secret, seductive song?
Who can resist the traction of rigor
that intones one’s soul to follow along?
Can from the heights of Icarus one dive
to the depths of Poseidon and survive ?
Look to the horizon
when you want to be in love.
Look below
and you know yourself
and your frailties.
Look above,
and there's always light
to think of God.
I heard them call before dawn's light
Avian flocks filling the sky
Time for annual migration
On pinions they rose to great height
For a shift in weather was nigh
Keeping their V-shaped formation
Observing them was a delight
How swiftly they took wing to fly
Towards a warmer location
Nature gave them the keen foresight
A journey they dare not belie
For months of Winter's duration
Innate sense of seasonal change
'cross miles of geographic range
June 13, 2023
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Our special child now perseveres to stand
wowing us along therapist's command
as I pray with faith*'s might
eyes closed midst nervous plight...
shame on me; doubting miracles' demand!
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
November 5, 2022
the name of the thing is height
or vertical distance
symbolically it is sky, mountain
in practice five floors are enough
I think having kids prevents a lot of things
they are a kind of anchor
an obstacle to ultimate freedom
but if your face shows despair
if the skin is absurdly pale and taut
similar to clenched hands
you then forget the anchor
and go up in the building
in this case the soot of the horizon
the shrill sound of sirens
the conflagrated arteries of the metropolis
are just another invitation
and soon after
everything is absence
Climbing up and up
Is to leave the lawn behind
Feet escape green grass
Climbing up and up
Can see fare and far away
Eyes delight in views
Climbing up and up
Upper air appears more fresh
Breath new leave’s odor
Climbing up and up
Think about the body strength
High post is risky
With lot of hardwork, I ate my meal~ Don't give anything for next few hours.
Looking for joy eternal amidst illusions ephemeral
No different from a fox chasing its tail in play comical
16-November-2020
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