et tu Brute with the stiff dagger
and warmblood dripping from
the betrayed hands
witness the evil spirits of Judas
lurking behind the scene
burrow underneath the quiet earth
for thirty shekels of gold
almost speaking in tongues
back and forth through the
holy windows of time
to complete the evil deeds of mankind
and through the ghost-spirit sublime
we conceive the wicked plot
to murder the Emperor King Caesar
if we shall go gently into the good night
witness the unholy act
oh what untimely death we weep
transpired through the soul
thus we gain access to liberty
towards sweet glory and fame
from all the People of Rome
and to be reflected in the
ancient mirror of time
yet whose fruit are we
to guide our hearts with
the ancient code of chivalry
now hollow out the world
thus to kill any man
upon the sweet earth with
stiff dagger in thy hands
When I held your tiny hand
My fingerprints hold your fingerprints
Your palm lines are wrapped
Around my palm lines
I would bend the love line into a ring
And put it on the fourth finger
Of your right hand
My breath presses your breath
Your heartbeat counts my heartbeat
I am willing to hollow out my chest
To build mansion for you
Falling in love with you
Is the greatest happiness in my life
I will stay by your side for the rest of my life.
Be sparse like the saltbush plains
of the outback, short on adjectives,
mostly verb and noun. Let the sun
scorch shadows into the sand,
hollow out some shade where a little
life can hide from the heat.
Celebrate the light, its clear passage
through the air, hard as the sharpened
edge of a steel blade. See how it cracks
the land, opens wounds where
the inland snake hides and brews
its venom in perfect silence.
At night feel a cold descend
from a sky emblazoned with stars
set in the icy distances of space.
Endure a solitude that drains the soul
as it leaks out towards horizons
of absolute nothingness,
here,
come face to face with yourself.
Note.
The Australian outback is largely
a dry and unpopulated area covering
around 70% of the total land mass
of the country.
By comparison, this arid region
equates to a little over 50%
of the area of the United States,
( excluding Alaska ).
When you try to solve your problems
with the swing of an angry fist
that cannot be unswung
nor the damage caused undone
regret will sidle up
hollow out your belly
and set your mind awhirl
conveying very clearly
that what you should have done
was take a breath or two
go back a bit in time
to when that fist
would not have swung
to when Boots
raised from just a puppy
relied on your protection
and came to you for comfort
unclench that angry fist
and remember how it felt
when Boots was in your lap
and you used that unclenched fist
to gently stroke his warmth
as he lazily stretched and yawned.
If there were
only MORAL coins
and no MINT coins
people's would have
conducted sans sins
Sin smeared
Moral coins
would be akin to
Self Demonetised
Unfit coins for trade
good for scrap grade
Pristine Moral coins
would be like medals
glorifying character
Premium coins
best for any trade
It's time to have
NOBEL PRIZE
for High Morale
rewarding uprightness in
socio-political category
It's time, schools have
Honesty, Integrity
as mandatory subject
laying gen-next's cornerstone
of character super structure
Immorality, Corruption is blooming
having 12.months spring season
Corroding roots of Values
How long tree will hold terrain?
With no oxygen, no fruits
how long Society will sustain?
Nursing Roots,
Nursing Morality
ought to be top priority
Else corruption white ants
feeding on cellulose of greed
will disorient stability, safety
and hollow out society timber
MORAL coins or
MINT coins?
Value based society or
Anarchy based society?
Time to mint Chances
Time to make Choices
_____________________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India
Throw away the thoughts that make
you sad, they will not exist if you leave
them behind, don't think of things
that will stop the light from shining
brighter.
Imagine how long it takes to hollow out a
log to make a vase out of bamboo shoots
in a corner of a dark cold room, surely
not worth the effort of making something
looking beautiful from the heart, but
the beauty of the effort is worth the beauty
that appears within.
Food for thought is food for the imagination
creator of majestic impossibilities possible
little bits of light to shine up a lonely spot
hiding away in your heart.
In case you stumble down the cliff of
memories you should have dismissed
many years back, now leave those
memories, the cliff is being worn down
by the waters of time.
It will now be perfect to give everything
and every one an honorable discharge
on command.
(Move on!)
Let's always be a winner!
Hapsburg bailiff Gessler’s hollow kow-tow;
was a farce William Tell would disavow.
A hat on a pole! I'll never bow.
Such disregard tagged him, non-compliant
in a poem told by William Bryant -
William Tell was the one most defiant.
His snub of the snob gave reason to dread
Tell must shoot an apple from his son’s head.
"Now off to prison!" Boss Gessler then said.
Mountain man in prison swallowed his doubt
dreaming of freedom's well-followed route.
Swiss subjection he would soon hollow out.
January 15, 2021
inspired by William Cullen Bryant's poem, William Tell,
Legendary hero of Swiss independence.
Cessation of thought ego begot, gradual graded disassociation from fear & desire precipitation, we hollow out mind-body from cravings & urgings shoddy, even as divine magnetism within persists we be to become a bliss mist, until ceasing to weigh & size we simply vaporise!
How to calibrate
Attention distillation
There is no one here
Unicorn had to find a good hiding spot.
So she chose the best place she knew.
Forest of the giant monster oaks.
She had permission of tree that grew.
You can hollow out a bit, he said.
I will maintain your secrets, keep you safe.
She had elf helpers who did the chiseling
Especially fond of head guy named Rafe.
Rafe assured her his brownies kept quiet.
She was not concerned, she knew them all.
This is how she came to hide in the oaks.
They kept her secluded, towering so tall.
No one ventured forth in this magical place.
She was free to roam whenever she chose.
People were terrified of this forest space.
They often are scared of luminous glows.
For at night the unicorns have a skipping dance.
The faeries, elves and brownies and butterflies galore.
They had so much fun their muses would prance.
And the oak trees kept them safe forevermore.
aging darken
dead ember wood
creaking left bare
eating termites
in colonies
hard destructive
winged eating bugs
hollow out trees
9/1/2019
Poetry Contest: Charlie-Quadku
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Over a million girl in the world
But tens of thousand got curled
A unbelievable amount got hurled
Not many of them pray to the lord
A friend that was once free
All she think about was thee
Her sight was dull as me
Yes she could have barely see
It was all thanks to we
A life without freedom
In sorrow she takes a bottle of rum
Waiting for days to come
To lift her melody gun
And take out her painful gum
Dreadful nights they thought she was dumb
She even build a bomb
To overcome the Stella drums
In the beats she hollow out for mom
And add up her deadly sum
Life is the experience that you just don't get
So bittersweet with all of the love and hate mixed together
Can't seem to get the respect
Seeing without looking hard enough to see that truth
Getting that fulfilled feeling you can't replace
The longing for liberation
For the sweet taste of freedom
Wisdom escapes your grasp
You better hope all of this lasts
One single moment of happiness
One simple truth
There's no win or lose
No final hour
Life is the experience that you just don't forget
The hours,the days ,the weeks and all of the years
That lead up to your life
The magnificent colours you have allowed out into the world
The Little bits of you
Hold on to the pain
Jaded now blue
Let the grief hollow out your heart
Setting you free
Remember about the unknown greats you never got to be
All of the things you never could show
The empty promises made
All of your words start to fade
The dreams have died
You let it slip you let is subside
Turn all of your emotions inside out
Take a breath
Let the healing start
Life is the experience you just must start
I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path but it hurts
and I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering,
but won't let no fat lady sing.
Relapse,
forget the feeling,
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands,
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.
I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test
can crush my chest, ever,
I'm a last and never rest
not 'til I bask that no flag flew at half mast.
I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride,
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed 'til I'm freed.
That's the wish beyond painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred,
and the positive drive is confiscated,
but don't be mistaken I'll reinstate it,
I aint breaking, this life aint there for the taking,
I'll rehabilitate me inevitably.
Poppycock pulls playfully on a time corrosive steel beam. But a single wine of wait is neither a window nor a wrangler. To attempt to chain a mushy pea is akin to leaping several times over a mustard pot. Voluminous otters greeting pies and a very nice vertically placed video has a nice big sleep. But sleep is neither sloppy nor stressed streams but streaming can be stemming and stemming is neither stinky nor swanky. So all hail the elephant vision. Playing on a motorbike. Big packed trunk. Rather reach ravishing racing rival recalls. Then take a small potato hollow out and make a little boat. Sea circus then in an operatic curve. Swish in a dish. Oh ha then. Hahaha real rhombi's riot. Xxxxx Tripolitania z z x z
A hope we harbored, coveted in youth
Aided then by an awkward innocence,
Or unacknowledged preference for truth
Though honesty was not our competence.
How small and incomplete the world was then?
What little Father taught to us of love,
And what longings remained unfulfilled when;
Withdrawn from matters of the heart, above
An azure sky marked that complacent death.
As all young boys must one day become grown,
To empty out the hopes of love’s sweet breath,
or hollow out one’s life to live alone.
Accept a bitter mist into your lung -
The fairy tales of love have come undone.
The mind grows weary quickly on its own,
Oxygen tastes better shared by two,
And even imperfection finds a home
Wherever imperfections will accrue.
Perspective dawns upon us over time
And beauty blooms in corners we forget
To nurture lest we settle in our prime;
We sought out fairy tales in all we met.
Then at last we have grown enough; touch it
Cloaked in all that dawdy ambivalence –
Love is incomplete! Love is that regret!
Time alone provides this equivalence.
Decide with haste to tear our souls apart
And stitch together this imperfect heart.
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