Heartbeat of my soul
Oh, simplicity come unto me
Flow through me that I may be enlightened
That life’s complexities be rendered helpless
Be not dismayed and be not in awe of me
For what I say I heard from you
For our souls are one
The voice I hear within is you
And all that would enlighten me
Like love, that touches every increment of our souls
For truth unescapable, we will all stand
Entranced by her beauty and completeness
Destiny quivers,
like the lips of young lovers awaiting their first kiss.
As I quivered before our first … although just your hand.
It was filled with the passion of our unknowing souls.
Likewise, destiny,
Awaiting patiently,
The unfolding of each moment
As if it were the first moment of existence.
Though predestined,
From that first moment of creation,
The smallest increment of time.
It was formed completely.
All that would ever be,
Was formed perfectly to be the full expression
Of the Love of the Creator to His creation.
Like our simple first kiss,
Was but the seed of our eternal love,
Planted eternally, in our souls forever.
It is wrapped in the unknown,
So, we could anticipate,
The manifestation of our desires,
as they were birthed into their full potential.
Love must travel every path,
Be expressed in every manner,
to fulfill itself and be complete.
Never think that Love has shown its fullness to you,
For there is always more
Let your thirst be unquenchable.
Drink of the eternal love.
Live in it,
Share it completely.
They will know us by our Love,
For Love is all that is real!
Sitting here thinking, another week gone.
Another small increment moved from the fire.
It feels like it does when you’re just waking up,
half grasping consciousness, half in the mire.
When you’re not quite sure if it’s real or a dream,
the one where no matter your efforts you fail.
In total frustration you claw just to move,
and in the struggle, you miss the details
that if you had noticed, the dream would be clear.
You’d wake yourself up just to make it all end.
Yet lost in it all the dream goes on and on,
and so the anxiety builds until when
it turns into nightmare, the torment of soul.
You finally wake up in cold beads of sweat.
That’s how it feels now that I’ve come to see
the sum of so many things that I regret.
I’m finally waking up, opening my eyes.
Coming to grips with a life of delusion.
Forced to admit that I’ve crafted this hell,
here in my tower on the mount of seclusion.
So I sit here thinking, another week gone.
A glimpse of the fire, miles away so it seems.
Wondering how I’m supposed to go on,
when I can’t trust my heart...
and I can’t trust my dreams.
The giftee rings true only when their offering is given without greed
and when received in gentleness without tug it will surely supersede
Love is the union of two people who willingly sacrifice themselves
Lust is a brash rub of emotion that with selfish intent often delves
Truth is honest, open and often patient, in expressing its commitment
Lies on the other hand are cunning and always eager to increment
Isolation can lead to separation along with deep seated loneliness
but recognizing same in others can be a moment of deep awareness
Nov 11 2022
Sometimes we pay double extra
During inflation
Price rise in cooking oil
It has been a long time
We're eating waste oil
Increment in electric bills
Already suffering from
An extreme hot day
Price rise in cars
MCO lingers
We're unable to change cars
Price rise in household electrical appliances
Have to buy an expensive
All-purpose cooker
Price rise in worshipping supplies
Have to ask for God's forgiveness
Rise in bus fare
Pity the children
Free education but burdened transport fare
Price rise in chicken eggs
Have to use less tasty duck's eggs
Price rise in farm fresh drinks
All along no confidence
Price rise in beers
Not all the people's favourite
Price rise in sugar
Saccharin is already widely used
Price rise in bread and mee
Have to change to
Less tasty rice buns and meehoon
Besides inflation and tax increase
We do pay double extra
For people's carelessness
Ignorance
And greeds
All finally will result in
An eternal suffering
Save more and more,
Laugh not and ignore,
Respect money and store,
Or it will exit by back-door.
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Make a wise investment
To get constant increment,
Avoid costly experiment,
As it may erase merriment.
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Money gives you perfect dignity,
By bestowing upon you prosperity,
Riches make you a sure celebrity,
Accept your words the community.
-
Without money, you just weep,
And lose totally your sleep,
Your agony will be very deep,
As peace you can never keep.
-
You just exhibit your money,
The World will supply honey,
Money can solve your agony,
Helps of money are too many!
Wide mouth bass in the creek so deep
Hidden by blue bonnets who are bristling awake
A luxurious moment on a pretty spring day not asleep
Sun warming up Texas in country lazy sake.
A lone fox watches from trees which hide her from view.
Understanding the danger if we get close to her kits.
Taking them deeper into the forest, in silence anew.
Whisking them away in small silent increment bits.
Indian fossils are lying at the bottom of this creek.
A beautiful piece of petrified wood under this vegetation fuzz.
Just waiting for a young’un to glimpse a small peek
Anticipating a young cowboy’s whoop as he does.
The fishermen inch their way through the pretty blue flowers.
With fishing poles and bologna sandwiches for a fine lunch.
They do not know about the bass, but feel magical powers
Wafting off this gorgeous area; it is God’s country, is their hunch.
I thought
flowers of this summer sky would be mine,
official increment would shine daily expenses
I thought
this year would be crown twenty match
in my twisted love
Forty nine fiery lockdown days
Almost eighteen thousand infected
Two hundred sixty nine died
My country peoples
Hilarious
The more lockdown days the more infections and deaths
Parallel acceleration
Today on foot to my office
As if I am in masqueraded town
Ghostly environment is activated in city officialese
Incremental veins and festival bonus are dead with infected souls
My thought making me stranded forlorn sand home
13.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
Low void on the high end
Teared fists in midst of Tears of mist
Tarried sand on the solo voyage twist
Of the cause, and still the reason
Between the terrain and the everlasting rains
An unfolded mind of upholstery
It could be ease; this life could have been easier
Only under the generalization of the new age
The barrier and frontier
And the archival of the old ages
Living a Promise, Praying a will
Will all be as is, as is seen from will,
Never to regard it therefore as a wheel ,
For it never turns as expected,
One more number added, one more increment of increase
Another appreciation to be said , another honor to manifest
A gift at hour, worth a gift in life time
Since cultivated at hour, for life or more
Less or least, west or east
Emotions are sagging beast, dwelling coast
Tag dragged to make and live you crying
Straight out the heart crawling
It wasn’t farewell , it was hope to meet in future
And a courage to lose attachment ,the desire to ignore existence.
Moments & Memories
By: Tom Wright
Dec. 2, 1998
What is a moment,
but an undetermined increment in time?
Some of which as we look back,
we've categorized as tender and sublime.
Still others, are remembered,
with much less Joy and glee.
Today, serves as example,
for it holds sad memories for me.
Memories of death,
of a precious Mother now gone.
Left with but her memory,
which makes me never alone.
Cherished moments with a loved one,
that make up our years.
Though often recalled,
still bring sadness and tears.
Within each persons life,
comes a time of sad parting.
And in Death's moment
eternity is starting.
While new friends may come,
and old friends may go.
Our Mothers are forever,
their memories make it so.
Slow and unfazed, oblivious to all,
He came from out of the blue,
Gaining power to point in the path of our life,
His passion and mania grew,
Summoning whoever marched by his side,
Together growing big, growing proud,
Together becoming more an unstoppable force,
Unhindered by feet on the ground,
Then all of his strength rose up from a thought,
A perfect silhouette, perfect curve,
And with all of his might he cracked open his voice,
The most beautiful roar to be heard,
As he attacked with one glorious increment of fear,
He lifted his mountains, his tons,
Just to die all alone with millions of friends,
His million small beautiful doves.
Surely tell a reason why?
Under what circumstances?
So why kill one or throw?
Precious are the double gains
Every labour yarns for increment
Never underestimate an increment
Sure you are mean taboo
Ending and slimming twin breathes
Peace,
must grow,
no more wars!
People need peace!
Goodwill, give and take.
Help each other, share all
your love, warmth and be kind too!
Care for all, who, if displaced, help,
don't walk on by, check if genuine.
Little things to you might not matter, but!
But down and out, being poor can snowball, sure!
Its peace we want to snowball, let's help make it grow!
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Oposite to the 'Melting Snowball' the 'Snowball' grows via increments of 1 character* or syllabe. As can be seen, I have gone with syllables.
* Using the character increment only applies if all lines are of 1 word, in fact, the rules are the same for both forms just inverted/reversed.
Time! Those minute and
Angular grains...
Wherein, subscribed to
Each hypothesized increment
Forever,
All supposedly contain
A singular ticking second from yet
Just another incumbent
Universe:-
Man's futile attempt to try and
Feebly explain
That which only the
Great Unmovable-Mover
Can truly measure!
Sticks And Stones
"Solid states are deleterious. Innocuous spates are not so serious."
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
" Husbandman who imbibes of the melon chose a poor wife who was a felon. He incarcerated her within the rind and there he kept her very fine."
Simple Simon
"No negotiable instrument, no appreciable increment."
Pease Porridge Hot
"Command decision requires revision when ample sample shows division."
Little Bo Peep
"For diminutive Miss, I recommend bliss while she waits for her errant arrivals. Recalcitrant flock will do what it wants in search of its own self survival."
Little Jack Horner
"Young thumb gains pie's plum."
Hickory Dickory Dock
"Audible distress makes mouse change address."
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