Spare a thought for tiny penny,
how sad those folks that haven't any.
It's the smallest coin of the realm
and made of copper, like a charm.
Those who don't even have a stitch
they could become immensely rich
if only others to them brought
a shiny penny for each thought.
My body jumps as Lightning violently flashes
across the sky and is followed by jolting
thunder that shakes the earth
I dash to my door as huge raindrops begin
to pound the earth and my shaken kitty
runs in as I do into the safety of my house
I take a minute to slow my racing heart
as I admire the power of the storm outside
and feel immensely grateful for the shelter
as the world shakes outside with the power
of the summer thunderstorm
CLUSTERS OF EQUIVALENCE
mimetic
imitations
of equating
thoughts
in
formal
interrelational
analogies
a
phenomena
of
motions
perceived
assigning
intuition
uniquely
initiated
inexpressible
metaphysic
so
sublime
such
intense
sensibility
increasingly
overwhelmed
by
excitement
yet
immensely
empathetic
with
insistent
feelings
&
syncretist
tendencies
all
in
seemingly
paradoxical
harmony
'Tis melodious music resonant has gone deep,
Tenor cleft trembling audaciously within,
Like sea, audibly searching immensely steep,
Vocalizing many universes therein.
Violin, Xylophone, banjo, bass guitar 'tis befall!
Ambience sensation Ah soothing, pleasing tremor,
Forming audibly, crescendo shift staves squall,
Softens our e'ver stony heart like th' stemmer.
Euphony that's nostalgia intense emotion,
Sounding harmoniously wanting, an' wondering,
Instrumental fortissimo that brings notion,
Stillness, sounding turns resoundingly thundering.
Enthralls our unfathomable emotion, ring,
Induces enraptured soul never before,
Our determination echoes so despairing,
Audacious Phoenix ablaze into bright galore!
Warlords take siege upon a land, a falling kingdom
Immensely, they overwhelm, they conquer their alleged king
Catch the thieves, throw them in the pyre
Keep the meek ones, revolt they shan't
Every road leads to the same inevitability
Down with the ruling monarch, a scourge upon the motherland
Is it worth the crimson soil on a peasant's farm?
Sovereignty and war for the sake of the common man?
Good men, our warlords have spoken and have
Ordained our children with a new era
Of peace, of tearless glee, of headless chicken
Down with the monarch, war is good evil.
fashion queen witch spent gobs of time fashioning her attire
attaching ribbons, ruffles, and tinkling bells we all could admire
Dot is such a diva, she must be stuck up we all said, without knowing her
She was a kind soul, with a generous heart that was immensely pure.
The moral of this tale is to say, just because someone is fancy and sleek.
Does not mean they are in any way a bully, or a strange kind of geek.
Fashion queen witch taught the girls in the neighborhood to sew.
And one interested boy too, his name was Little Le Beau.
Immensely big judges help a little girl named Micks
commit tax fraud in the realm of invisible tricks
tiny turtle with an umbrella on the end of his high hat strobe
set foot in the abandoned purgatory of this slice of the globe
roses rallied in the real respite of a ravaging rain
Little Micks would forever not quite be the same
Determined to become a lawyer now.
Disappointing parents who believe attorneys to be low-brow.
The Hidden Kiss
My niece rang from Russia last night
She knows I love her, and she is immensely kissable.
Between us, there is an ocean of age, and nothing
impure passes among us, she enjoys being loved
And I feel uplifted when she visits us.
We are two ships sailing in a stormy sea of love
And not colliding, she is my sister.
I have often been worried about her when she navigates
too close to the rocky shores of the coast that brings
nothing but divorce and heartache.
She sails in calm water now since she met a three-masted
schooner her age, at anchorage in the bay of love
And I think of Edward Munch`s fabulous painting:
“A Kiss by the Window”
I am all ready to climb the tall tree,
The branches are loftily Swift and free.
Far away is the golden fruit that takes the tree from dust to glory.
It looks as pure as the justice yields a place in the poetry.
It pushes me to the limit of urgencies,
curvy and thin branches Challenge my tendencies.
The contemplation creates an obstruction in the event,
In between a monkey jumps to catch the fruit hidden and latent.
I am immensely disappointed not to act fast,
But my sadness will not linger and has to last.
As I approach the tree closer to a minimum, The number of fruits beat the counts to a maximum.
So I sit there with a sense of satisfaction,
There still lies the beauty and its addiction.
I am a busy and the mostly used level road which connects the cities to follow.
I take all the pain due to laden speedy vehicles on my chest in a speedy go.
I take the immensely loud noises and extreme heats in dry sunny days not a long ago,
I wet myself in heavy rains and never escape even during cyclonic storms in dismay.
I cry for the victims of unfortunate incidents and hold the bodies and belongings of their remains,
People of all caste, creed, colour and gender use my body as a medium to sustain.
I am silently watching everyone to provide a plot and platform for smooth go without being detained.
My surface scars are deepening and worsening and has no chance to recover,
I promise and assure to give my every bit to help in making a clear way for all my fellow survivors.
Muted droplet
External ringlets
Outbreak
Silent explosion
Immensely vibrant
A splatter
A simple wavering
That spreads outward
From within
Torn ripple
Wake up the eyes
To wink
My daughter met a recruiter who was immensely powerful.
She flew to Las Vegas, Nevada to inquire further.
Called me and said “this is not for me, I’m not doing it.”
I said,”It’s okay. Don’t do it.”
“But the plane cost so much money!”
“We don’t care. Come home.”
The next day, she called to say “I am enlisting.”
I was incredulous. “What?”
“I cannot talk any longer,” she told me, “there is a line.”
I tried to get more details.
She said “Love you, Mom,” and hung up.
She had met another powerful recruiter.
She was twenty-one at the time, during the Gulf War.
I was terrified for her.
Hoping she would not be sent to the front.
It was horrifying to me.
She said basic training was awful, but she got through it.
We did not get to see her in person until after the parade.
Because she is tall, she was carrying a flag.
The Air Force was the best thing that ever happened to her.
They trained her for a great job; she is an epidemiologist.
She has had a marvelous career thanks to the Air Force.
She never had this kind of direction before.
On one of her bases, she was named “Captain of the Year”.
We are very proud of her.
Two of whom I never imagined,
Missing you so much...
My world, My life,
No longer complete...
This emptiness fills within...
Lost without you...
My world has to move forward,
Yet, so much is missing...
My Daddy...
My Daughter...
Life feels so incomplete,
Needing you back immensely...
This darkness fills within...
Truly grateful for all I have...
This missing puzzle piece,
Ultimately kills inside!
Have No Fear
When I was girl, in Catholic primary school,
I dared not question a thing, I thought how uncool!
But as I grew, I met immensely brilliant, guiding folk.
They gave my mind, atomic, gigantic welcome, jolts!
Those jolts still live and shine brightly in me today.
I never reverted again to create things in others’ ways.
And,,,so i no longer go sniffing like a pup for approval.
No pats on my head, no~ it is all outer drivel!
I feel like a bird, freed from a rusty, old cage..
I learned self-acknowledgement is truly God’s page!
Stand up for yourself, I am not kidding.
Writing to please others is a false and dull bidding.
Poets may avoid you, do count that as a huge win!
You were not created to be another’s poetry twin.
Make a difference with your valuable words…
Sometimes, they may have to be used as swords.
Stand up, be brave, we only go around life once
Stand for good, may your words,fill the air with a punch!
9/9/2025
Look at a ladybug
happily frolicking
on a plant
Count all her
little black dots
and let her crawl
onto your hand
Keep watching as she
spreads her wings
and carefully picks
her moment to fly
Watch how her red
catches the sunlight
as if seeing this
for the very first time
Look through the eyes
of a child, amazed
because you enjoy
this little event
immensely
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