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Small gathering
Chat and booze;
Cheer mixes well
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Public outcry
Corrupt cult;
Reduced sentence
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Words retreat
Darkness floods;
Cicadas chatter
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By temple facade
Glimpse mindful maze;
Karmic winds
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Joy greets
Sorrows teary;
Compromise
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Hot news today
Discounted appeal;
Sentences halved
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Squirrel zigzag
Tree trunk track;
Curious tact
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Walkway parade
Busy bodies fly past;
Workday side show
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Lamplight glow
Evening interlude;
Bedtime story
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Faces familiar
Evening meal here;
Gourmet finesse
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Note book scribbles
Tentative words stretch;
Meandering take
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Copy write
Clever glimpses;
Highlight ideas
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Water colour sketch
Tints and hues blot;
Emergent picture
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Prayer time
Temple bells;
Joss sticks smoke
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Leon Enriquez
08 April 2017
Singapore
I'm not a gullable guy
who settles for less;
and I like to see
more women like yourself!
If freedom is what you choose,
it's fine...as long as it
won't defeat my purpose,
and keep my ego intact!
Be as patient
as you can be,
men must protect
and love their women...
in ways to amaze them;
and it still holds true today!
I'm not looking for heart-breaks,
to watch tears fall down a woman's face;
I'll break the rules and compromise
when the need arises!
Men,love your women a lot,
give them true affection
and ignite in them more passion
with the quickest spark:
to feel what most men are afraid to show...
for the fear of losing their adored pride!
The quickest spart
is a surest way to an eager heart;
the quickes spark
can give bring light where it was awfully dark!
So Malcolm has been flirting,
like a player with next to no faith
he gets wet when it is raining,
wi' no protection in a tight space
keeping tags on what's been borrowed,
will only add to your heavy heart of sorrow
tread lightly now, as you go down,
down the straight and narrow
Watch the drama from your window,
from the frames n' dusty shades
hold your verdict 'cause you'll never know,
all we've got are faces and names
he'll compromise his good conscience,
skin so thick, slick n' tough, like leather
it's getting ever so much harder since
he's been old enough to know better
the way he came is the way he'll surely go
Off the cuff don't sweat the smaller stuff,
between passion and common sense
you will know when he's had enough,
Malcolm lights up in self defense
fascinates skin-tone to marrow,
quicksilver-fast-talk cheap impossible to follow
do listen though, it's a beautiful sound
and mighty like the sparrow
the way he came is the way he's sure to go
down the straight and narrow
You wouldn't last a minute, not in my world, baby
you might take some pride from that
you've been in it an' getting nowhere lately
there's a bee-hive under your hat
it's never easy to leave the hometown,
n'them wanton brothers of questionable virtue
the one thing you now know is how
sweetness will surely hurt you
tread lightly now, as you go down
down the straight and narrow
Vasava –
An untold story 14/Many
Udiyan knew what his friend King Suyodhan, had briefed him about Vasava
That she would not compromise, on her determinations with anyone
Even if she is offered, the temptation of a kingdom,
It was enough an indication for Udiyan, that she would not succumb
To his rising passions and ever increasing charms and lust for her
Because of Vasava’s determinations, not to get involved
In physical relations, passions and body lusts, which may make her weak
And may become the main cause of her skill deterioration,
Of her long cherished and preserved Music, Art, Dance or other devotions
She therefore decided to put a restriction, on all such alluring temptations
Her opinion that her self control, on the rising waves of passions and lust
Can only take her to those extra ordinary heights, where skills becomes perfections
As she has yet to attain the loftiest height of her skills
And her goal was far, far away from where she was standing
In spite of holding a rare prime position in the kingdom of Magadh**
She therefore had started loving her music and art
More than anything in the world, and got herself so much involved,
In attaining the perfection in her dance and singing arts,
That an inner beauty began to grow, glow and shine in her
With the shining of her dancing steps and her enchanting singing arts
The enthralling image of Vasava, was hovering on the mind of Udiyan
Removing every other image, for the time being from his mind and heart
Udiyan could not close his eyes, even for a moment
And passed his entire night sleeplessly in weaving his future with Vasava
As he was feeling that without her, life had no charms and meaning for him
Even the kingdom of Ujjain, appears to be of no attraction for him
Without Vasava being the queen, of his heart and his kingdom
Every thing seems to be a hallow or vacant like a void,
Even his own life, appeared to be not of his own,
Without, the sweet presence of his dream likes reality Vasava
Ravindra to continue in 15
Kanpur India 20th April 2010
She chose to think his sweet talk lies were cute…
that things he said had value worth pursuit.
that substance would emerge, somewhat astute.
And while his words of love she wants to feel…
she ambles through their world hoping to heal.
She fears his selfish frost is hard as steel.
These past three years recalled with misty eyes…
he goads her daily even as she cries;
he begs excuse but sneers with compromise.
His conversation scars with bogus blame.
it mocks them both for trust has turned to shame;
it gags her voice, so silence is her game.
She made a promise, hoping that somehow
her mate would change. She’ll never break her vow.
Watching the festering global sores of mankind
This propaganda called news, has on rewind
Images are shown for their shock value
Then compromise the effect with their marginal views
Atrocities are shown, religious zealots leak out
But the story's one sided, free thinkers have doubts
Political pundits push, independence for all
Third world economies propped up from the fall
Global warming is real, eager scientists report
Our president's vacationing at a private resort
The impoverished are starving, the land of milk and honey
Abundance receding, the food banks want money
Hatred and bigotry, open wounds from the past
With military surplus, revolutionaries are gassed
This relentless bombardment is numbing our senses
While access to our country is being prohibited by fences
Our children aren't safe, their education is lacking
International larceny from subsidized hacking
Opinions are based on the images we see
Ephemeral sadness declines instantly
This biased information, which we receive
Is one sided and filtered, leaving us deceived
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
The battle continues for the very soul,
Among the PGA golfing elite.
Causing many to once again question,
'Just how much is enough' to compete?
The knife creating this divide, is of
Course, the almighty buck.
Where we're not talking about a minimal
Wage; but amounts that need a Brink's truck.
With surgical precision the scalpel has
Severed, both friendships & associations alike.
Creating voids that appear like a vacuum,
Swallowing debris from a leaking dyke.
This greed goes beyond one's compensation,
Because these amounts will care for generations to come.
All it takes is a compromise with integrity,
While you LIV with luxury, albeit numb.
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spider spins opalescent thread
before dawn's light has fully spread~
loom of dew, a delicate bed.
oak stretches in daytime heat,
shadows gather ‘neath my feet.
midday light pools on forest floor,
syrup-slow and thickening pour~
the clock licks seconds, nothing more.
wasp hums hymns in golden light,
butterflies flutter, winged flight.
sky trades blue for burnt honey,
shadows puddle like spilled brandy~
crimson spills through cracks, crows scurry.
wind sings low then softly sighs
day and night greet, compromise.
moths mistake lamplight for the moon~
umbra lengthens, sky blackens soon.
planets emerge, galactic runes.
sky bruises, darkness moves in.
stars perforate nighttime's skin
the crows assemble, black and loud,
counting the day’s lost hours aloud~
their throats full of day’s dying shroud.
pond drinks down the midnight moon,
spits it back, lunar light strewn.
earth wakes then sleeps, cyclical rhyme~
elysian scheme, God’s design.
Days are flying by so fast
But there is something in my past
Regretting I will never know
How our love was meant to grow
Blooming into something great
I kick myself--- It's much too late
To repair the brokenness
From the lack of openness
That was supplied on the way
Of turning my back everyday
On problems you tried to repair
But I did not want to hear
Compromise with good solutions
Leaving you with bad contusions
Of my selfishness and greed
I left in your hour of need
Calling my name--- begging me
To step back and really see
There is something here worth saving
But my soul was only craving
A world of freedom far from here
Just leaving you standing there
With a sad and painful look
Now I wish that I could book
A time machine and travel back
To a place and time to smack
Some sense in my foolish head
So I don't live with this dread
Taking you inside my arms
Fixing the things I did wrong
JOINT JOURNEY
Wish to finish our journey together.
As once we started journey hand in hand.
On every step we are for each other.
On mutual need we took oath to stand.
Everyday is illumined with your smile.
Wish to finish our journey together.
In every malice, you make me sterile.
Joint experiences we gather.
Whatever happens we do not bother.
We are for one another all along.
Wish to finish our journey together.
Path be smooth or uneven we stay strong.
Conflict-confusion possible to rise.
We will not be separated either.
Love above to adjust and compromise.
Wish to finish our journey together.