I often find that, hour after hour,
I can't overcome my inertial power
and get into the shower.
If I smell bad, and the doorbell should ring,
oh, the embarrassment that would bring,
but, under the nozzle, I could sing.
So, finally, I remove my clothes,
and jump in, not to offend some person's nose,
and come out smelling like a rose.
I confidentially tell you this -
my idea of domestic bliss
is under the hot water's steamy hiss.
As I lather up a soapy slime,
I lose all track of time
and begin to rhyme.
Indeed, it's in this watery place,
my mind wanders, losing track of space,
as, my poetic muse, I embrace,
My best poems are penned in this wet womb.
Verses born in my head, spring, full bloom.
This one was written in my living room.
Could’ve answered your message immediately
But it came after our goodnights
Sure I lack intuition profoundly
Within seconds I should’ve replied
The next day morning I did
It was the long letter, as usual
I had no idea you couldn’t read
Being on life support in the hospital
Then your granddaughter messaged me
Couldn’t believe the news I read
But I had to face the catastrophe
And since then it’s another thread
The living has been reduced to
The inertial track of biology
But in memories I live with you
Maybe this corresponds with astrology
Now I question myself and reply
Reading messages fast, as if
You see it, love, with your eyes
That is how we secretly live.
Ella Dit......Capture
finding something reavant
sorta elegant
something worth mentioning
something just to say
stumbling over my words
haven't you heard
or is it just something to say
Il Dil.....Castling
Don't you care that I love you
Most certainty I do
this aint no clever conversation
every word is true
---------------------------------------------
Valiais and Sion
sang at The Blatten Glacier
and played a game of chess
---------------------------------------------------------------
360 Deal
Mon.Feb.14 2023
inertial confinement
effords greater then whats spent
monitization
Movie Prp Store
or does it get
underlying concepts and assumptions
1 hour 7 minute
Do We Bleed Not, In That We Love
As Blades, As Roses, Time Is As Fleeting As A Dove
And As The Sand Sifts The Moments Out The Hourglass
And Love Finds It's Way, Just As The Blade Swinging In Inertial Mass
F=m a , This The Sword Knows
For Passionate Lovers, In War, In Crowns With Thorns
Where The Sweet Scents Of Affection Serenade The Soul
Just As Battle Scars From Pangs Of War,
Yet, Nothing Truly Is Ever Lost
When You Turn Pain To Bards,
Whether Battlefields Or Romance, Matters Not
Wounded By The Cold Piercing Steel Tip Of Fraught,
And The Mists Of Time Take It's Course
And The Memories Are Stained With Pricks And Bones,
With Life Comes Lessons, Regressions And Discourse
In Symphonies Of Valor And Heartbreak And Remorse,
Nothing Unfettered, Nothing Gained, In Devotion, In Lament With Swords
Through Friendships, Through Amours
So Bend the Will Of Hatred And Anger Like A Scimitar, Lay Down The Glaive
And Plant The Seed For Better Days
Oily sky, weightless portals
of slipstream bubbles in a fluid -
superhighway of a different means.
Effortless, my travel, everywhere at once,
like a cat after a string.
A scattergory of movement in instant summation.
Summoned by the reading of uncategorized belief.
Where what is possible is aspired to will,
like "Tom Sawyer" in a Rush song.
Looking for
that Sprite of Strange Wings
under moonlit skies.
She
will evade me no longer
in her Black Mamba mean streaks
of hide and seek.
She has singled me out to double since before the beginning of Time
and this pervading trouble she holds aloft.
I feel like ten feet thick lead,
laden with the now,
and quickened like an inertial flow
in which we trough.
In her presents -
she is leading with carrot to know, for sure,
That I will love her forever.
Then, she will show,
her smile reuknighted
to my soul's oath of capture.
world
earth life
day and night
sky and ocean
flora and fauna
inertial mass
Newtons Law
love our
world
While any movement
May remain unseen,
There's great potential
That can intervene.
From a mild breeze
To caress and heal.
To the mightiest hurricane,
That won't appeal.
Its inertial energy shows
Strength by the root,
Yet often overcome
By another's pursuit.
This cause is seldom visible
Through the noise all about.
Though its effect may shatter,
What's leftover to doubt.
When we see some resistance,
Friction stands by,
As the spark to that fire,
Has answered the why.
Where the minute can escape,
Our mind and our sight,
Every second has an impact,
That gives in to the light.
Just as intolerance and ignorance
Brews solely to agitate,
Serving up that cold dish,
For those hungry to hate.
Hence, this effort highlights
The smallest of acts.
That gets the ball rolling,
To those much bigger facts.
The Air of Indifference
Tree limbs grasped hungrily at idle air
hawks, with weary wings, shared calms despair,
sailors, deafened, by the muted swell
motionless the listless sails froze in heated hell.
Kites, stricken victims of inertial rule
denied the need for string, or child-held spool
aspire to go nesting in the trees
dream of the distant joy of being free.
Soft turn of ocean breeze will fulfill hope,
sailors on the deck will seize the rope
as children would the string of lifting kite
and trees bend easily as hawks take flight.
Thus does spirits wind so gently raise
the voices of the silenced into praise.
7/3/2014
Muslim who influenced by westernize,
Lost name and Identity, drowned in Occidentalize,
Got accuse of terror and blame of activist,
Oh the Muslim, thou lost thy illuminant,
Thou turn away face from lessons of Quran,
Ever thou remembered the moral of surah Aal-e-Imran,
Betrayed thy self through curse deed,
The Almighty bondman what’s thee need,
Lead thou self toward astray,
Turned attention to infidel way,
Forgotten the worry of last abode,
Repent thy sins by viewing this ode,
Eager thyself of virtue, thirst of hay,
Inertial thought turns thou rough and clay,
Vivify thy self, You the Muslim and still alive,
Strong enough as the pillar of five,
Worldly life is not more than amusement and joy,
Be prepare for hereafter, as you have to die.
Written By
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
All Rights Reserved.
[email protected]
My mind runs wild as my wish is addressed
Aromatic oils against my body she's blessed
Soft is her touch, heightens the desire in me
Sweet caress as she kisses me free
Aligned astride my shoulders released
Granting of sighs in surrendering feast
Erogenous zones allured in sensuous tease
Motions, her rhythm, as I sense her excite
Emitting groans of pleasure this delightful night
Manly senses ignite the fire in me
Inertial I am in positional degree
Sensuously we shadow against candlelit walls
Sharing of two as our loving enthrals
Yearnings are cried into each other we fall
As a useful cog
in this happy machine,
my duty belongs
to the greater good:
salvation as purpose.
Drenched with froth
in the salty void,
I pivot continuously
in celestial progression
waiting with baited faith
for delivery into the nursery.
Fault lines snake
our swaddled miracle
in devotion to chaos
feasting upon harmony
until silencing the babble
that links spirit energy
in flowing, inertial form.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.