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Summer has just started
Let us go to the market
To buy the young tasty Palmyra fruit
the transparent jelly like texture,
which is so soft and cool,that dilutes
in my mouth swiftly,such a pleasure
Summer has just started
Let us go to the market
To buy the green tender coconut water
One of the tastiest cool drinks gifted by nature
which is frequently suggested by doctors
Abundant minerals in it protect you like savior
Summer has just started
Let us go to the market
To buy water melon,the red and green combo
enthralls both children & adults,full of tasty juice
but rich in nutrients,helpful for the inner glow
Worry about body weight?Consume it to reduce
Summer has just started
Let us go to the market
To buy the long thin cucumber slices,
edible without cooking,used for salads
Adding pepper powder and other spices
amplify the taste and your diet is balanced
Summer has just started
Let us go to the market
To buy the tangy green mango
slice it into the long pieces,sprinkle
the chili salt powder,savor it in all angles
A Mouth watering recipe,it's just that simple
Summer has just started
But don't get frustrated
Let us go to the market
To buy nature gifted food
The above mentioned foods are seasonal crops that grow in the summer
Quyted (to depart from) your arms is an urge I have held on to
Qwerty language got me typing away with you for no clue (reason)
Quenched in your disqualifying love affair
Tired of being your nightmare twyer and your dream catcher afire
Tripping out because I puffed on my drug of desire - the cigarette of regret and its outrageous results
Trapezoids get paranoid at the sight of your circular ways...triangle angles has shaped your geometrical appearance, your symmetrical awareness
I d-don't mean t-to intrude your without-a-trace personal space
Intrigued to see you have moved on with your life's really rapid race
I don't think perfectionists are normal...nor are pacifists to battle friend grounds, going up and down a bomb-packed wall
Damaged drastically by your dismay days and its highest degrees...lowering my confidence levels inedibly
Do note this - I love your hatred and you hate my love
Dandelions grow where my lily pads float and it doesn't make any logical sense at all...so I hand you a bouquet of stars and forget-me-nots and forgive-me-pleases
Empathic emperors are crowned as clever Kings in my town of undefeated honor and elegant dignity
Empower me with the Haar's breeze for the time being and squander our time like children, chasing around each other at the park and playing following the leader...
Empty your pockets of moonjoy and let it sprinkle upon me spacious, splendid sunrises and I'll be the leader and you the follower this time forth and forevermore
And I utter risk-taking words of bipolar weather (emotions and the changing effects)
Alienated ambition strikes me on stage with brave potentials and talents alike that is the opposite of stage fright altogether
Adorn me with blissful blessings that are of the highest quality and will make all crowds tremor with respectful fear
Rouge roses you tossed at my timid tombstone (doing away with shyness)...now I'm bleeding out Crimson, a vermillion vengefulness you spat at me
Remitting relief grief upon me, the Haar's blasted breeze oh so wretched breeze once at ease...Dona Nobis Pachem please...
All we are part and parcel of the world
see all are tiny soul droplets of the whole
to enter in to pure insight demands to wash outer sight
everything will be clearly seen then the reality
so to rebuild resurrect purify again and again
no matter the positions where we lie
feel keep the whole world on soft small palms
see yourself with in it from every angles
feel yours only yours you are of yourself only
in your yourself all yourselves are related own
God asks to reach His purposed destination
thick condensed white cumulus attacking
lighthouse's captured inflicting painful terror
Angel cold wind rescues by melting enemies
frees from cloudy despair leaving no error
invincible warrior Angel never fears to fight
controls the sky keeping with its fittest might
from every angles distance to distance falls sight
releases from all kinds of heart pain from plight
whole day and night it travels with cool mind
watches in silence the happenings surround
in need with anger it bursts out at that time
destroys the opposite power making sound
Sentinel Quatrain Form - Poetry Contest by Eve Roper
9th April,16
Did you ever have that dream,
Where you're naked and at school?
All your friends bust out laughing,
And you feel just like a fool.
You keep running through the halls,
Searching for clothes to wear.
And every door you open,
Everyone is standing there.
They all just keep on pointing,
As the teacher shouts your name.
Your body's drenched in sweat,
And your face is red as flame.
You'd pay a million dollars,
For a simple little towel.
But you trip on someones desk,
And they all begin to howl.
Your ears are ringing harder,
And the chills run down your back.
You can feel your bottom burn,
As they're staring at your crack.
You hide behind the blackboard,
Thinking that will do the trick.
But they pull the whole thing down,
Just to make their spitballs stick.
You run and duck for cover,
Looking for any angles.
But that never hides the shame,
When your pride dingle dangles.
Another bitter nightmare,
Where all your friends are scheming.
You hope that it gets better,
Then realize you're not dreaming.
The world of Expectations
Expectations, do – in all likelihood – become frustrations.
They, in their painful anger, do become manipulations,
of both – both the aching heart and the fragile soul
and of the one’s you seem to want to know
and would prefer to show.
So, what one must do , is set them free, let them go
so that the seeds, one needs, in order to sow,
might have a chance – into something – grow.
Expectations, therefore laden the load, hamper creation,
making for uncertainties and difficulties in any situation.
WORDS
Words fly upon gossamer wings of invisible angles,
from sources of universal / internal, unseen energy,
to and through the fragile tips of my crystalline,
clear fingers, like specks of light, fireflies
out of the darkness of my mind, to light up,
- in shades of gray or rainbow colours, bright -
the empty spaces that wait to be filled.
Those pieces, - eight and a half by eleven – of paper,
pages I write, - for the sight of others – of shadows
that are cast upon the retinas of the minds that look,
upon, read, see, understand the essence of this old man.
Dawning of this day has come to us in untarnished,
Salvador Dalí, blues, chaperoned by a blinding glow
– that bright, life sustaining, golden orb radiating down –
giving light to this early mornings life, life in this tiny,
portion of this great blue planet – my multi coloured tomb,
my four cornered room, where loony size orbs , of violet,
indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red orbit, slither,
– in their cloak of rainbow colours – these coloured comets,
their tails streaking across, upon, all-around an ocean
of material objects, objects of historical value,
objects – a visual representations of , pages of my history
basking in the light of beautifully coloured flakes of rainbows,
drifting, rainbow specks, coloured splotches splashed across
the eggshell white bars of this prison I sometimes inhabit,
this tiny little universe washed in history and colours.
This beautifully coloured day was brought to me by crystals,
chipped at – pieces cut away by the hands of artisans –
by the hand of man to allow light – white and clear –
to be refracted, reflecting, releasing to sight, that which
the human eye is unable to comprehend, to see.
Rainbows filled my day – too bad they could not stay.
Then again, that would be asking to much, isn’t that the way ?
B. J. “A ” 2
October 27th 2002
Embracing the Sky
Ice crystals float in the sky mix and mingle with the luminous cloud
envelope illusions dance with enshrouded mystery glowing and proud
Celestial spheres know no limit as the gigantic prisms condense and reflect
light the seven-coloured path for human megalomania to be disavowed
There are angles and degrees heights certain times when fire-rainbows flow
just like in our lives colours enlighten perspectives from which beauty can grow
Fluffy cyruss condensation navigates with ice halos around horizontal arcs
presents us what matters to contemplate a seeming ascent on vertical plateau
The full spectrum of tinges and tones resembles the chakras’ body soul mind
our vital energy in the search for spiritual completeness the Universe has designed
From feeling grounded in red wave length to being fully connected in indigo crown
the miracle before and above us contains a simple straight message for humankind
Awareness of awesome spectacles out of reach from devious attempts of control
guides us to pause halt appraise and engage in what the planet considers our role
To cherish nature and beauty compassion spread kindness earths’ spirit and love
and to be content with ice halos and fire clouds to make peace our ultimate goal
BUTTERFLIES
Clouds passing by swiftly.
Like the desert sands,
tiny grains rest in my hand.
Here I lay peaceful on the ground.
My life finally reached its final strand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
My life slowly slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking a long glimpse of this magical world.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
This wind gave me a sensation in not wanting to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky.
Finally I feel this heavy load removed.
I look back and see where my body still lays.
An empty temple, no longer full of grace.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessed for all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Angles flutter into the sky.
When your life on earth is done.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep beyond the skies.
Your day soon will come with butterflies.
~SKAT~ *re-post*
Bad is my heart.
Been that way from the start.
Doc said it's gotten worse.
Should I curse
Yell not fair.
Does anyone care.
Do I dare.
Questions in my head.
Maybe soon I'll be dead.
Maybe not
Is hell hot.
Do Angles really fly
Should I cry.
Why.
I don't feel sad.
Is that bad.
What do I feel.
My heart will never heal.
Missing a beat.
I won't bow down in defeat.
Life has been rough.
But I'm tough.
A slave to air.
My heart does care.
Tears.
Fears.
Feel a bit of cheer.
Life.... I hold dear.
I'm in a good place.
The smile on my face.
A tear in my eye.
I still reach for the sky.
I reach for my star.
My bage..... a scar.
I made it through the bad times.
With a little help from my rhythms.
No fear.
Though I hold life dear.
Alive... my poems will keep my voice.
My choice.
Not to drown in sorrow.
Just thankful for each tomorrow.
Stay strong.
Thinking of a happy song.
You can't go wrong.
Family stands beside me.
My soul is free.
Life goes on....rather or not I'm here.
Emotions stir.
Maybe they are wrong.
I stand strong.
I refuse to drown in pity.
Makes one feel little bity.
Breathing air at this time.
Writing this rhyme.
Means I'm still here.
Stepping above the fear.
Day by day
I'll make my way.
Till the very end.
I shall not bend.
Faith in tomorrow.
I'll be in my land of no sorrow.
Thankful for today.
This is just my way.
We can go for dinner and have a discussion,
a bit of mass debating when we're done masticating.
If you come and eject fluid situations,
give it hard with the exact impact you lay shown,
stand perfectly straight and strong when projecting,
you'll feel you can handle the hard times alone,
and spray the floor in awe and arouse.
Fire at will, keep comments coming,
come with them from different angles,
keep it coming together, back and forth,
give each other a hand to fluctuate a juicy content with flow,
always announce, "I'm gona command"
to one another before you fire away.
Start slow,
upping the beat and beating out the debate at a faster rate.
Go through the motions to get to fun fast pacing blast debating.
You will feel a great relief at the end of this intense group activity,
with powerful ejections, one or two oral pleasurers no doubt,
but mostly it's hands on,
so make sure your pen is in your hand,
your pen is out, and the pen is in the hands at all times.
If your pen is leaking in vain thus messy, we'll stop,
tissues are on tables, bins are behind you, clean up, put it in,
and when a new pen is handled in both hands,
showing you're ready, we'll whack on.
Keep your eye on the ball, good luck in this test to all,
give those judging the winner, a tough test to call,
because the headmasters mass debaters
go fast as a team mass debating.
Commit to the debate and show class of a master,
have a massive class debate.
Remember the pen is in your hand from start to finish,
don't lose grip, be on the ball,
enjoy your mass debating.
Work hard and mass debate as you play,
have fun.
Good luck.
Mass debate away.