"Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow" -- AP J Abdul
Poetry in it pure gold medallion well refined is choice
Forced on individuals based on circumstances that paint emotional influence
Where its affluence set out the pale ink a voice
And with accurate battle with the mind troubled cent congruence
To bless thy grace that peel off the time's invoice
Poetry is the view that capture wonderful clash with flashlight
Its lyrics are girls' auto tunes that ease her plight
Of beckoned scenario captured for memory lingers on vital reference
Its referents pour out a layout well planned sketch preference
Poets reflect on its life's tempos when he had alight
My rare good brother
Thank God's grace for another
Year aside bother
Candle like cigar
Facilitating this far
Light each shining star
God brought you anew
Of much crying raining dew
Cum glory long view
Into yielding year
Of pleasing grace; seed career
Beyond time unclear
I dedicate all
To the going; smooth-rough's call
May you never fall
Reading your chest box
I only read paradox
Which assumption locks
But how I do feel
Hoping that my praying kneel
Gets barriers unseal
That worries be gone
Be left off sorrow and morn
Like newly Christ born
Happy birthday boy
Celebrate grace and enjoy
Atmospheric joy
Found within the soul
Love awakens to make whole
Which hate can't control
My own precious jewel
Life might be tough and seem cruel
We would be refuel
To stand it and strive
In Him found what life deprive
Of us not to thrive
Sing series of song
Let the weak become so strong
And dream new along
Feed unto your doubt
Out of nothing, a turnout
Of shocking layout
More gracious life's smile
To screen historical mile
More than written file
To prepare a Limerick stew,
You need to find three rhymes, then two.
You arrange them in order (the three form the border)
Just like Edward Lear used to do.
Always check the syllable count,
For you must have the right amount.
To perform with aplomb, check “How many dot com”
And afterwards always re-count
With the preparation complete,
If you’re sure the layout is neat,
Turn the oven to four, then close up the door
And give the thing two hours to heat.
Your Limerick’s done, that is that.
And it’s time to learn it off pat.
Now it’s opening night and you start to recite.
Let’s hope that it doesn’t go flat.
friends that were born under the stars
one in noble family and another in the lowly class
Morgana as in the royal family of Camelot
and Gwen in the lowly ones in outskirts of capital
she never once looked down on her
treated her as a sister, a friend to kill someone for
fate always shows its fangs when the time is right
illegitimate daughter of the king and a witch in disguise
her biggest crime was to be born in that family
who hunts the magic worshipers, calling their existence a crime
to survive one must layout their plans carefully
so did she and planned to kill the father and beloved brother Arthur
who shall Gwen respond to?
Is it the cries on the outskirts of their friendship?
or be a sword for the man she is in love with
A wife to the prince of Camelot
so she made a quick assessment
defied all her relationship with Morgana
and stood in the court of justice to defend her husband
I find myself
So marveled
At the layout of it all,
By that I mean,
Existence,
That the personified
Ambition
Sits next to me, buckled.
But definitely not driving.
Has ideas, that said.
Laced linen spread on round table
Makes lured layout with bone china
Nice setting for outdoor tea time
Open air surge of aroma
Pure joy of golden elixir
Love walks in like it’s always lived here—
barefoot, unapologetic,
dragging sunlight across the floor like a blanket
it refuses to fold.
It opens all the windows at once,
laughs too loud in the quiet moments,
starts naming the plants even though
they’re probably going to die anyway.
Love doesn’t ask permission.
It rewrites the furniture layout,
puts your favorite song on repeat
and says, “This one. This one forever.”
It leaves tea rings on the table.
It kisses your shoulder in passing.
It forgets the umbrella
but remembers your laugh exactly,
as if it were carved into its palms.
Love is not careful.
It overwaters the basil.
It cries during commercials.
It texts you at 2 a.m. just to say:
I couldn’t sleep. I thought of your face.
It’s ridiculous.
It’s relentless.
It is you,
showing up in everything I touch,
like static,
like sugar,
like I finally understand
what the songs were trying to say
this whole time.
An ask of mine needs urgent sating
I don’t mean to blashpeme or be rude
But when God was done and dusted creating
And he looked and saw that “it was good”
What was he looking at?
Were his eyes glued to the Andes
As the little mountains popped up like warts
Or was it trained on the Ganges
As it snaked its way through the flats
Did his breath flutter at the Siberian mirror
(I know, I know he doesn’t need the air)
Did he find the aye-aye queerer
Than the way we all find it here
Maybe it was the American cays
Strung on like beads of gems and pearls
Or the Himalayas defiant in the breeze
That whipped itself in maelstrom swirls
Or was it the terrestrial layout
Brown meat between white bread
And vegetables, like a chef’s takeout
Hamburger with the perfect spread
Was it just one point, or was it the other
Or volcanic glory, of Etna and Kea
Please, anyone, come help out a brother
I mean look at the Andaman Sea
One secret wish; to truly see
And understand just as he could
What he saw, that unbridled natural beauty
And cry out too “Damn! It is good!”
Written: June 08, 2024
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I carefully molded the clay
Created from the depths of my soul
A structure that would allow me to shield
From the fear of unloving gazes.
Oh, what a vast structure I constructed
It would let me safely unravel
Avoid risks and fears
Beyond the perils of emotion
and fervent tears.
I felt chilly and lonesome in my cocoon
It was awaiting structure annihilation
Remove all barriers and discard them
I realized there had been a few
I was previously unaware of it.
I explicitly acknowledged it later
I ventured where I previously wouldn't
I'm immensely overjoyed
Since I gained a friend
We discussed every nuance
Except for the building's layout.
Stoic, the mic stand is circumspect
of all the energy in the room;
Waiting but will not remain unchecked;
Calm throughout the process of load in
now leading this layout of the stage;
Headlining’s a stroke of good fortune;
Crowd awaits the collective player
as that set list is taped to the floor;
High is their hum that hangs in the air;
Limelight’s on as the amp starts smiling
eager to take them all to the edge;
Breaking that sound barrier shredding.
Among the systematic layout
Atop mirrored polished floors
That reflects the study of light,
Sharply angled shelves shadow symmetry
Like waves of open walls.
Spangled with books from scholars
Writers and dreamers
Labeled and categorized
Stacked upon the aisles of dialogue
Lying like little coffins numbered end to end.
A graveyard of words
Waiting to be opened by those who want to know,
These literary legacies of dormant poltergeists
Where the annuls of what must be remembered
Commemorate the living of yesterday
As eyes gaze upon each corpse
Engaging the ‘ghosts of words’
Reaching each heart, each soul
Captured in this moment of disclosure
Where miles of expression bring truths to life
June 16, 2023
A Brian Stand Premiere No 1223 Poetry Contest
The Splendid Tulip
No other flower has been the cause of savor
There are 16th century tulips beds of every flavor
Oriental pigments suited for an exotic bouquet
Garden visitors buy tulips with pots made of clay
The sparkling tulip arranged in a basket
A layout of tulips found by a love one’s casket
A wish for variety of tulips never gets loss
Beautiful composition at the right cost
Red, yellow, white tulips of splendor
Tulips in the window not associated with gender
European vases for tulips with a long stalk
Splendid tulip scenery in the forest to take a long walk
It's a basic track layout
just a circle with you
as the central feature in the middle of it.
My train does not travel anywhere -
why should it? Don't care.
Sometime though
I imagine you onboard the loco
with me,
even though that model steam train
has been discontinued for many years.
His fifty sleazy shades he conceals
Until his layout plans seal the deals.
I wish I knew
His greyish hue,
I'd run, but too late - I'm over heels.
February 24, 2023
Puzzle out the tricky bits;
kloangs can give you fits: so sick!
Here's a form that gets precise,
but when it all clicks, the sound is nice!
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The Kloang is a Thai form containing 4 line stanzas with the following layout:
x x x x a x b
x x x x b x a
x x x x b x c
x x x x a x x x c
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