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Love is like fragile wings.
romance an illusion of moonlight delusions.
I recall when summer skies hypnotised,
in the pleasure of your pleasing presence,
I used to gaze at the doves of love above,
admiring their delicate reflections in your eyes.
Revealing the tempress inside you,
our butterfly hearts used to flutter,
watching our shy shadows dance,
to the rhythm of brave waves of hope.
Tribulations of time led to a
decay within our garden,
as poisoned poetic petals,
drowned in a wild river of roses.
Now we are like a
destitute of wildflowers,
our souls resembling moths of shame.
There is a sadness in silence,
when there is confusion
in communication.
Tongues remain oppressed
in misunderstanding.
When candlelight caresses
no longer feel the same,
as misplaced moments begin to untame.
Songs of passion we sang for us,
escape as anthems of selfish games.
Should we muster dry conversations?
Neglect our flower garden in this storm?
Within wilting vines where
weeping willows hide,
it's a crime that the crying
crescent moon mirrors our stolen hours.
Specks of cosmic dusts
refuse to unravel silver spotted dreams,
when time becomes a nightmare
ticking beneath electric fields of scarlet.
I've lost and found you in
diversified seasons,
as winds of evanescence
curl empty promises into pearly shells.
Every poetic phrase you’ve
place in my borderline mind,
no longer hydrates this
glassy oyster heart -
will I forever remain confined
within restrained walls?
Perhaps this is just another
beginning of an ever-glowing end.
Painted in restless nights
from subtle strokes,
of forgotten devotion felt
like forbidden nostalgia,
beckoning monotonous forlorn
silhouettes to depart.
The last star shines and
bleeds broken hopes
in dwindling wraiths
upon love gliding
within trifling shadows.
For, sometimes feelings
wane like ephemeral phases
of moon-bows that seize
every lingering last light of life,
unveiling tides of change to
wriggle into thin fogs of grey.
Yet your clarity is forever
framed as timeless souvenirs,
designed as fine aesthetic
art colouring me with affection.
Forgive me, but I will
perpetually plant loyal seeds,
so our collaborations
continue to blossom in fresh fragrances.
When I was a young child I studied ants
I loved their formation on ground and plants.
Like tiny soldiers lined, disciplined well,
They worked hard all day, from what I could tell.
Their strength was awesome, things they could carry,
Never wasting time, all day they'd tarry.
One time as I watched two lines in a row
In opposite directions they did go.
Then as I watched them, like a friend of mine,
Two friends stopped to chat then returned in line.
Ant's personalities, unique to see....
How akin these small creatures are to me.
I love their work ethic in an ant farm....
A splended tool to teach kids not to harm.
They work together harmoniously
And will protect their nest defensively.
Please teach your children the value they give.
Not to destroy their nests, please let them live.
They work to keep other insects at bay
And help till the soil in their special way.
I know households do disdainfully reject,
Yet these small insects gain my full respect.
They have survived millions of years on earth.
There-in lies their beauty, proving their worth!
11-2-18
Insects Poetry Contest~First Place~ in a winning list of seven
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Note: Ants are eusocial insects of the family Formicidae and, along with the related wasps and bees, belong to the order Hymenoptera.
Ants evolved from wasp-like ancestors in the Cretaceous period, about 140 million years ago, and diversified after the rise of flowering plants.
It has come to light according to a new study, that ants produce their own antibiotics to deal with diseases that can be used to treat humans as well.
Ants do a lot for us and the environment in general. A single
large colonel of ants will pick up and or kill 100,000 other insects a day for food. So they're the pest control themselves of the insect kingdom. Many species of ants have a mutual relationship with plants that the ants may benefit from in some way. Over 12,000 species of ants have been scientifically identified. Ants are known to be a good source of protein and ingested in several countries.
Sprawling green gardens super
Brilliant, breezy cool weather
Bustling busy night life
Clubbing culture that does strike
Thriving tech talent pool
With culture uniquely cool
Fastest growing tech hub
City of many clubs and pub
Millennial-friendly city rocks
A magnificent megacity just laughs
City of Lakes and names many
The Godly city with fame sunny
Bars to forget worries of world
Hub for headquarters is its word
Silicon Valley of subcontinent
At high altitude stands straight
Capital city of Kannad region
With clear and crisp vision
Rock capital of the country
Vegan-friendly o so dainty!
‘Bangalore Literature Festival'
Litterateur’s grand carnival
Many a dog o just bark
To compete with BARC!!!!
(Bangalore Amateur Radio Club
Besides being a capital pub)
Birth place of Rava Idli
So sweets are from Udipi
Startups, Quicker and Rapido
Birthplace of Bangalore Torpedo
First city to be electrified
Bangalore is diversified
Land of Nobel nominees
Theatres with matinees
A cool metro with altitude high
With which cities never vie
Mouthwatering brunches
And vegetarian crunches
Delicious craft beer
Cricket and leaders’ cheer
Placid and glassy lake
Even at night it’s awake
Super silicon-valley
Like a Comet of Halle
A pensioner’s paradise
Home to super silk saris
With full of novelty
A demographically diverse city
Mix of unusual history
Bangalore is a great mystery
The Indian Science City
Now the most livable city..!
What a way to get first rank..!
Like a beauty Queen revamp
The City of Gardens does rock
In its glimmering night frock
Victorian architecture being so
‘IT’ just vies with London lo..!
A Pensioner’s Paradise once
Now the Hub of Headquarters
With many a placid and glassy lake
It’s a fast growing hub tech
Diverse is its demography
Great is history and novelty
The most livable city ours
With brands, beers and towers..!!
DECONSTRUCTING Major League Baseball
When will MLB fans acknowledge
and question the REAL Cheating
taking place right under their noses.
The Pitch Clock
The Pitch Count
THE CLOSER
The Netting
The Expansion
THE PHANTOM BASE RUNNER
The Biggest Form of Cheating?
THE TINY LITTLE BALLPARKS.
A 14 year old Mark Mcgwire could
clear the fence, LEFT HANDED
Eddie Murray would have 500 Home Runs ,
FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE PLATE.
Mickey Mantle would be a Member
of the 1000 HOME RUN CLUB
LEGENDARY HANK AARON would be a Member
of the 1500 HOME RUN CLUB.
Why not give anyone and everyone
who makes it to The Big Show a 6ft solid gold trophy
for participating in Major League Baseball.
Let's not forget how MLB cheated Atlanta
out of the ALL Star Game.
Or cheated the Fans out of seeing their ALL Stars
by wearing those Diversified Equity Inclusion Uniforms.
However, we just might see another 500 Career game winner.
When they shorten the game to 7 innings.
Requiring only 3 complete innings
to qualify for a win.
We just might see another 5000 strike pitcher ,
when MLB goes to Artificial Inntelligence
and expand the strikeout zone from toe to chin.
INSTEAD , how about we celebrate what was accomplished before the Insanity of Y2K.
Not the 420 ft Monster HOME RUN ,
and totally forget that straight away
Centerfield Tiger Stadium was 440 ft.
Not the 200 Strike Out Season knowing ,
the record is 383.
Not the 15 game win season knowing
The last 30 game win season
was more than 50 years ago
My real REAL question is...
Is MLB complicit in destroying the game of baseball ?
Are the people at the top , involved with Big Government and DEI infected Corporations trying to destroy the memories and Legends who established MonuMENTAL feats.
Emphasis on mental.
Is this what build back better is all about?
Michael E.Harris
1392024
—Aftermath, From Ground Zero—
No one will able to destroy this great nation
though Twin Towers collapsed to the ground in the heartless terrorists hands,
and only ugly twisted steel beams and concrete debris piled high
in the heart of world trade center.
Only ashes on the ground
smothering agonizing cries
that tore the ordinary workday’s morning air into pieces.
After struggle to stand in a dense smoke
and a fierce blaze for a couple of hours,
though two towering infernos collapsed in few seconds
one after another and took thousands of innocent lives,
were unable to take this nation’s noble ideals
the spirit for the foundation of this great country.
That is why our lady, Statue of Liberty, stands tall
holding ever-burning torch high in air.
That is why a flame brightens the heroes’ way to the world beyond
in Arlington cemetery, burns forever.
That is why a Phoenix arose from the gathered ashes at ground zero
soars the sky, watching over this nation’s glorious colors,
the Stars and Stripes, that flutter in the air proudly.
O nation that consists from all human races on earth,
yet everyone is treated equally.
O nation of diversified cultures,
yet every culture is regarded with same respect.
O nation of great vision
that stands with noble cause.
O nation of individuality,
yet united under one same nation’s colors.
O land of opportunity, and therefore,
everyone has hope.
Why not, therefore, we proud Americans
reassure our determination,
that is, to uphold our nation’s flag to the end.
Rebuild our dream on this ruin,
that is, to prosper all together under one same nation’s flag.
Reestablish our goal,
that is, to keep world’s peace.
March to the promised future hand in hand for the entire world,
upholding our nation’s colors before us, bringing our good will to all mankind.
Two Silly Fools (at the coffee shop)
The shop was full
Only one seat to spare
Excuse me sirs, can I have a chair?
Why yes they said, smiles filled the air
They happened to be poets the same as me
Politely I asked, may I read a verse of thee?
They both rather meekly said
"If you really insist"
One said to me in such a small whisper
My poetry is not at all very good
As much as I wish it could and should
The other chimed in, is the same with me
I stared in surprise
Have I just met two of the dumbest fools?
I exclaimed in a manner rather short and abrupt
"You are the greatest fools I ever did see"
Rather shocked, they pushed back their chairs
I shouted sit; I am not done with my airs
You two fools better be quiet and listen
Cause I will say this but once, so I have written
Your poetry is of the highest caliber you see
You have the flow and the creative imagery
Darren and Rick need I say more?
Your hearts bleed poetry, is deep in your pores
Your poetry wakens the spirit in us all
If you want more you sure have some gall
Now writing as this, I wish it was me
For I look up to poets of such high degree
Now if I must tell you a truth to be told
Is me the fool, for being so bold
So now let’s sit and make if coffee for three
Of the happiest fools and great poets that be!
Notes: This was inspired by a chat I had with both Darren and White Wolf who for some bizarre and strange reason both doubted their talents and abilities as Poets. Needless to say, I gave them a word or two on getting those silly thoughts out of their heads! I find both of their poems to be diversified, well written, inspiring, contemplative and at times just plain fun to read. After all, it’s the read who is the final judge. I sincerely hope I have made them both smile!
#Florizel
To the end of the world,
my heart has led me.
in tatters and shambles my emotions were, dilapidated and worn.
I, in my hopeless pursuit, when nothing made sense anymore, when I was ready to give in, and let go all my hope, for rough my journey has been.
I looked with weary and disbelief, something shone from the distance of my heart, my curiosity struck my intuitive,
to the least of my limping hope,
I gathered my least courage and pushed my last, to the glaring of the moment, forces beyond my incapacity, drew her near, close enough to my heart
there some ignite appeared, in human form, far from my reality, when her diversity, diversified my already scattered faith, to the darkest realm of my soul, to my dying fate, to my desert of desolate,
a flower untimely shook my whole, with immerse mersmerisation,
she said her name was Florizel,
the beeping sound of my last pulse, gained its momentum, in her something mystic rose and there I was numbed off words, shook my reality
she poured some colour to my mood. I'm now dripping with hope, some light at the end of my heart tunnel, drop of rain at last to my deserted season,
in her spark, I too got sparked, to hope in love and harmony, to love untimely so and wholeheartedly.
Take my breath, brake my bones, and torch my soul, if love is this beautiful, nature take my whole, for here I'm struck, struck for eternity, in her my hope breed life, my lungs takes in tranquility, my heart skips tenderly,
God, shut the gates of heaven for I have found my gateway here on earth, wrapped in her flawless, mind caressing being of exuberance ecstaticness.
God take away my sight, numb my voice, shut my heart, enough have I been bestowed, a Florizel
#Poetic_Ink
Those who do not know the trials of love,
do not ask the state of my heart
I've been left standing in the rain,
feeling like meaningless words,
searching for silent serenity,
away from turbulent thunder.
Safe in a sanctuary of solitude,
where the laments of lightning,
no longer harm my soft sanity.
Will speech be my foe, forever?
On the edge of silence,
losing all desire to speak,
write or breath with time.
I read the promises of poets,
yet felt no intense impulsivity
in their ink, which made me think.
Is poetry a fictitious fellowship?
Words can be like crushed promises,
like fragile leaves of vulnerability,
waiting under twilight trees for death.
Sometimes loneliness is barbaric,
but when there's wilderness, there's magic.
As I stumbled upon her misguided quill,
the crimson shade of my soul,
felt warmer than cinnamon tea.
Her poetic wings had succumbed to slumber,
within a fragile cocoon crumbling with cracks.
First glimpse of her eremitic eyes,
I saw billions of solitary stars,
illuminating like golden tears,
so I kissed them without touching -
healing her, soothed my tired tongue.
She was the butterfly,
and I, her rose of desire.
In the absence of iced emotions,
like a thief in the night,
she stole my once forsaken heart.
Forgotten lost words returned,
as I lost control of flowing verses.
She had never read my poetry,
but was the one hidden behind verses.
Her voice sang a secret symphony,
who's melody makes my muse dance.
Was I even a wordsmith,
before you diversified my pen.
I know you are like the wind,
regardless how hard you blow -
I will forever calm each zephyr.
Silent One
16 October 2021
(1) Approaching with calculated strike, my psyche your aim; you anticipate my demise.
(2) With kind-hearted souls, vulnerability is oft misjudged. Frailty the frock we wear…?
(3) You presume pure passion and palpable tenderness portray a sappy sweetheart. Rather, love’s
(4) blaze ought infer diversified pleasures, boundless paths to endless expression, and intensity for life
(5) as well as love. The old cliché… and you have assessed poorly, my friend. Thus, your lamentable plight.
(6) For I am warrior, through and through. This blood courses through veins with same magnitude and
(7) ferocity as impassioned lover and will not be wasted on you! So, when you come, come prepared
(8) for every move will be countered, every thrust deflected, all advances refused. Your endeavor to
(9) unhinge me, drive me mad, even insane will lead to your last breath, defeat, undeniable pain.
(10) Great risk for ‘tis no match which can be scored. Exists but one conclusion when one lives by the sword…
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12/8/19
For If you live by the sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest
By Silent One
(Note: Though it appears not to have met the 10 line maximum requirement, it was 10 on my word document. I've decided to take a chance by submitting it while I consider reconfiguring this already condensed piece. I numbered each line to show where the line breaks occur ~Thank you so much for your patience :)
Family unity, ties bound with conditions
Cult peoples kept from alternate climates
Narrow track administered to every woman
Mother of two, Jerusha determined to fight it
Prospect of allowed departure non existant
Packed full backpacks for herself, Cain, Ismail
Heart racingly taken, stealth taxi whisked them
Latitude of escape seeped freedom's keen prevail
Struggle of forging a semblance in society
Paled compared with Jerusha' s jubilation
Diversified choice shone a light on prior piety
Ripened reap of fertile fields found by escaping
Six months settling into life saw boys blossom
School begun by bandaid kneed lads excited
Sad to have severed contact, Dad lost to them
Replaced by opportunities they were entitled
An impartial education incorporated science
In its teaching of evolving technology's input
Explanations purely made in Creation reliance
Promote terror of broken Eden original sin took
Short lived richness enjoyed by dear Jerusha
Boys' kidnap had spurred a furious response
Their father oversaw their screamed removal
Assisted by six men of member prominence
Strongest longing held her swayed relentlessly
Rainbow arranged Hot Wheels remained parked
Displayed in Ismail's obsessive pattern tendency
Teddy bear choir piled on bed, Cain's care harked
Oh God! What had she done...
Surely this was not His Way...
Jerusha's stupid decision to run
Put her heart in harpoon hooked pain
24th August
For Rob Carmack's
Cold - Quiet Now Song Poetry Contest