DANCING THE NIGHT AWAY
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In days of yore, when youthful vigor shone,
I danced with abandon and never did I moan.
Twirl, shimmy, shake, I did spin and sway,
with caution to the wind, I danced the night away.
I lost myself in the beat and sound,
and let my spirit soar, free and unbound.
But now, alas, those days are few,
and age has taken its toll, boo hoo.
My back, a map of wear and tear,
aches with each step, movements done with care.
The thought of dancing, once so free,
now fills me with a sense of pending misery.
I'll need a week to recover, ‘tis true,
from the simplest of movements, oh pooh!
I find solace in my heating pad's warmth,
and let my memories be my balm, henceforth.
Though my body may be worn and old,
my heart remains young, truth be told.
blessed maiden by the stream
weaving raiments from the stars
apple of her father's eye
full of charm and grace
there lived one across the bank
across where the princess weaved
steering oxen through the grass
able, strong and brave
the princess and the cowherd
crossed paths by the Milky Way
a glance, a nod, and a wink
love then swept their feet
lost within each other's gaze,
the weaver's loom stopped her spin
oxen roamed the fields alone
order came apart
their love became a poison
the king thus bade the cowherd:
"depart henceforth, and return
where you once belonged!"
the lovers held their farewells
but the parting broke their hearts
and so the Milky Way's banks
filled up with their tears
the king, therefore, must relent
to give their love one more chance
for one bright eve they shall meet
at the magpie's bridge
Quyeer times emit blazing signs..And some ex-boy friends?
Is this karma divine? mi5 say its Putin..' a prime topic for
Them...And its taken a fortnight with henceforth..No why
Where or whens..From them.' Yet it seems rather sloppy to
Be (a Russian affair?) And arson too primitive.' I think thats
Quite fair.? Just an ass-umption.' To try to open the door.'
Of secrecy thats been holding karmas secret deposits oh
Dear..I guessed such was er?? Coming..Hmm?? I wrote a
Poem before.!! Now its been shat-tered all over the world
And whats more.' Theres an outcome to happen.' Once the
Lube is applied.' As it was maybe in the beginning.?? Or
Will this turn upon lies? Maybe death? Well of the
Truth.' Will be the out-come? Lets await the putrid offerings
Of ( some media bums.?)
1
Hearts cultivate love,
Minds tend to cultivate war;
War fruits are bitter:-
Let hearts cultivate sweetness,
Producing ripe fruits of peace:-
2
While you’re sitting there with mind and heart,
And thinking just what it is you need to do,
Let you mind freely enter into your heart,
And do what it is that it must now do
Yes, let it go right into your heart,
And get to evicting all that agonizing bull stuff,
Inviting God’s Son to be chief permanent resident;
Now just sit there in that new loving rhythmic heartbeat-
Know now, henceforth, and forevermore,
That where Jesus and His love reside
Satan’s debilitating waring hate can
Never, in that new heart, abide:-
Karma
K Kindness of the heart within everything you do
A Always having gratitude that shows through
R Remember to give thanks for all you possess
M Mindfulness of those that need a helping hand
A An example of who you and where you stand
Karma has a way of eventually settling the score
Karma can effect you deeply within your inner core
Karma does not discriminate from woman or man
Karma will reek havoc on all of your well laid plan
We never know when karma seeks it’s target
We never know when karma will ever forget
We never know what karma will bring forth
We never know what karma comes henceforth
When we see how karma bestows justice in time
When we feel this poetic truth seems so sublime
When we sometimes feel that karma goes too far
When we understand karma can leave such a scar
If you wish karma upon someone you know
If you want karma to avenge and bestow
If you hope karma will set things straight
If when you are setting a bad karma trait
Oh divine creator, this is my prayer to you-
Let the birds fly freely in the sky,
And nobody to stop them and to ask them why,
Let the eggs in their nests get their warmth,
And none or nothing to eat or destroy them when they are away, henceforth.
Let the plants bloom and bring spring,
And colorful butterflies fly flapping their wings,
Let the flowers give fragrance and fruits,
And let the soil provide more water to the plant's roots.
Let the orphan humans and animals get a home,
And then find a destination after which they need not roam,
Let their cold tears turn into tears of joy,
And make them too in this world-enjoy.
It is said that if I make this oath with God,
Blessings would start to rain down
But why when it storms,
Like beams when it sounds
They used love for elaborate personification
Just to keep my minds ego held down
Seems as if my soul is hell-bound
Now you can feel it in the heat of the night
Then I came henceforth; she came twice
"He may not be the best in the world, but the boy's nice"
Momma alwatold me to make it better than the last time
When we climax, it's like she throwing gang signs
Resulting in loud collision; the oppositions
A systematic arrangement in the classes
She hailed down oaths that she was only classified as mine
And for my last will & testament to a life concluded at the hands of the cruel poison that is time, I solemnly swear that a life poised to mean nothing shall not only bear such barren nakedness but will also birth a new age of emptiness while inheriting all of seclusion.
While these last meaningless words shall only succeed in painting a blank portrait, I will only afterwards exceed my own expectations by finding what the true natural distinction between Fate & Destiny really is and-or shall become.
I shall henceforth concede my life the only way any average & mundane human can ever truly fathom in its totality, with a long innocuous sigh.
Tui fele esechis Tagoreweb
Thou art an oblivion in forgetfulness
Pondering a wanderer for a long forgotten soul, my soul whence wills met
Henceforth, a life passed by within the blink of an eye, nomadic bohemian, mayhem, my warmonger
The path you took had none to console devoid oblivious a memory lane, obscured
The path that takes you in, the welcome wind catcher, song, knows no way anywhere
Waiting as a turbid river murmur along, dropping a song, a nature tranquil
Shivering she, a drifter soul, says to be in delight with those green leaves that sprung
Seemingly they are returning home , they left a clue with the chirping of the birds
Along the way leading to the starlight about the twilight, dimmed a soul. My soul, my reverie elite!
Surviving comes with ease
Even dying is also serene
Living, what a real scrutiny
Living when your knees are on the ground
Or when your head owns a crown
Or when you are seeing the same dawn
Living when your day unfolds a distinct tale, perhaps you may hate
When friends are few and everything seems blue
Living when your desires and your destiny lacks alignment
Or when everyone wants to put u in confinement
Living is the only testimony of life
And Henceforth pardon me my friend
But you failed if you just survived
And not lived...
Georgetown Highschool Fire Drill Today
On top--Georgetown's outdoor blackboards
Setup classmate's first-time meetup sort out
Schoolboys head out--henceforth buddy up one-on-one
Outside schoolyards baseball's first base
Schoolgirls show up--nearby football goalpost
The world was born of ice and flame
Of crystal drops that filled the empty plane
When Muspell's heat burned Niflheim
And life unraveled from the endless stream
And formed a voice whose name was Scream
Where shapes spilled out from his unseen dream
The waves then rise to cast new sounds
Soft yet gentle, the vibrant hums
Freed more life from their icy bounds
Defrost, the Aesir thus came to be
The first of which was so-called Búri
Whose son then wed and begat three
The three then warred against the Scream
For they saw no good inside his dreams
His pores sweat venom in boundless streams
That primal Scream thus fell down and shattered
His flesh and bone, all torn asunder
Which then were used to forge all matter
Henceforth came an age of craft divine
New worlds were built, 'til there were nine
Bound by Yggdrasil, their verdant spine
Yet discord hangs across the cosmic loom
Weaving prophecies that foretold gloom:
What bore the world shall be its doom
War and death had shaped Yggdrasil's roots
And destruction echoes within its shoots
Thus, war and death shall be its fruit
Molten lava spews from my eyes
My mouth feels dry like the scorching desert
Fear, like a heavy boulder, sits on my chest
My heart seeks where the Chimera dwells
A pit is forming in my stomach
My head is riding upon a vortex
Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind
forming a surrealistic whirlpool,
And I stand rooted
to the ground like an Ancient Oak.
A sense of emptiness mushrooms within me
like the morning miasma obscuring the visibility.
My past carried off into the oblivion,
Every moment henceforth is
pregnant with some novel challenges,
tackling a new task overwhelms me
despair overwhelms my soul undeterred—
Bogged down by fate
Tethered to my faith
I am mired in a spiritual quagmire
unable to claw my way up to the Mount Calvary.
I sit by the shore, looking out onto the sea
Slowly the wild blue crawls towards
A clasp, a tight embrace to my feet
I feel it pulling me down effortlessly.
I look up to see a cloud passing by
Gliding through, soaring high
A soft sight and misty white vision to see
And there it goes- into the unknown.
Another comes, like the rhythmic tide
That's pulling at my leg but I can fight
I can count each passing cloud,
They tell me, "Get up, you'll be free"
"Get up and you can fly like me."
I stretch my hand to the mystic sky and
With each passing cloud, I fight off the sea
The sea is sadness, cloud is bliss
I must await the bliss, ignore what's amiss.
Henceforth when I see a cloud passing by,
It gives hope to stand up and fight.
Henceforth, I shall not choose the rose
Its wafting scent upsets my nose
Nor will I write for no one knows
The difference ‘twixt a poem and prose
As roses are the bud of choice
For lovers with a silenced voice
Delivered by a workman’s hand
In packaging now damp and bland
Hence, I’ll choose the dandelion
Sunrise colors signifyin’
The heat of passion’s rising sun
That moonlight's whisper will not shun
For roses are and so shall be
For counting coup on fools like me
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