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The air around me is cold, a hollow ache within my bones.
Darkness consumes my vision, my dreams are ink spilled on a page.
My shoes are filled with stone, my eyes adrift in a river of tears.
Emotional sepsis festers in my mind, chains of sorrow bind my soul.
Peace is a fading silhouette, my art a flimsy bandage.
My storybook, once vibrant, is filled with fading pages.
A fever burns within my soul, an illness no man can cure.
Actions cannot undo, words cannot erase the pain.
Bitter memories flood my mind, a sour taste on my tongue.
An empty gun lies under my pillow, my path littered with holes.
A new beginning, too short, too far to reach, a broken ladder cannot bridge the gap.
My fire is frozen, happiness a mere figment, an imaginary friend.
My soul, waterlogged by tears, is stalked by emptiness.
Questions plague my mind, unseen answers fumble in my drowned eyes.
A road traveled with bare feet, worn and torn, bleeding with each step.
A heart unheld by love, love a burning memory, a phantom limb.
The bond we shared has taken flight, my glass is riddled with holes.
A man forgotten by death, adrift in a world of strangers.
A banana peel lies beneath my feet, a misstep in the wrong direction.
I fall endlessly, but nothing reaches out, only ghostly hands that grasp at air.
My fear was left at your funeral, a forgotten smudge unseen by most.
A scream from a silent voice, a fading echo in deaf ears.
Forever, our promise, taken by fate, a surgical procedure by a broken doctor.
Your love severed from my heart, your loving hold slipping away in the new light.
On that day, darkness infected me, a hero in heart, but a failure in deeds.
Now, a fading silhouette, no hand to hold, only memories to run.
A marriage forbidden by a cold fate, with your absence, my winter goes on.
My husband has always loved
The African bush and the wild,
From the time he was only a child,
So, when he was old enough in his late teens,
Persuaded Andre a school friend,
That the bush was serene,
But hubby did not expect a disaster so unforeseen.
It was Winter, the month of July,
That they left for this trip,
Both excited, Andre apprehensive of
Being in winter’s bitter grip.
Spiders were about galore, they saw baboons
A jackal, and snakes on every path they took,
And one Andre accidentally trod on with his foot.
Well, hell hath no fury as the wrath
Of a hibernating snake,
Which viciously with all its venom
Bit Andre with might,
His scream was one of pain and fright,
Do something quickly he cried.
Neither had anticipated this,
Hubby had to find
Help, he hastened along a beaten track,
Having assured Andre, he would soon be back.
He found kindred souls who loved the wild
As much as he, lo and behold one was a doctor.
Andre related the story to this doctor,
He shocked her,
Immediately she said, go back and suck
Out the poison,
The snake you described that struck
Your friend, is poisonous but not
To any great extent,
You could retrace your steps
Along the same path,
Hubby whispered in the doctor’s ear,
Where the snake with wrath
Had bit Andre, she laughed aloud,
Well, you have to choose what to do,
It must be one of the two.
Hubby slowly returned, giving himself
Time to ponder and review,
Her prognosis, for one of the two options,
He certainly was going to discount,
The one of sucking the poison out,
Without a shadow of doubt,
The snake had bit Andre on his willy!
He returned to his friend who looked pale,
Who or what did you find,
A doctor, who advised something silly,
What did he say,
Well, said hubby, today is not your day,
We must return right away,
Andre only seventeen began to cry,
Hubby declared,
If we don’t, you will surely die!
…speaking different languages
do you think we might have the capacity within the brain to speak every language
Now, did, eye.mean, coma
Shap rep
Bee May
After June
Coming the other weigh
Weight
Wait watt
I am kinda hoping this is someone else’s dream
and everything begins to fade
If the Brian is so clever
Y didn’t give itself a better name
I like America but in these poverty stricken days
They should stop Elon letting off fireworks
Before I die I hope I see Kermit as President
Fozzie as the vice
His first act to make bestiality legal
Did game controllers get there influence from atop
the Teletubbies head
What would the first question you would ask if another voice started talking inside
If I read a dictionary have I read every book ever written
It looked like a crevice
It’s orange glow tendrilled it’s way over
the jagged undulating rock face
Behind thin strand of twisted iron ore stood a misshape each of its limbs holding
some torturous medieval weapon.
The keeper of the key
a sub demon
with only one purpose
let the souls pass
I am really gonna spoil his day
Let me explain
Exampling my Brian
So I saw a picture while I was writing this
and that last bit was what I thought
then this bit is me explaining that
Escape a differ cult
It was easy
See if thought doesn’t come from within but
without you then who are we speaking to inside
If time doesn’t exist are we always late or always early
If you say Doctor Who backwards it sounds like the Tardis taking off
Hands up how many of you tried to make it fit
Brian tire go now
every baby born naked
the great was born naked
the president was once a baby
the preacher man was born naked
even the prophets were once a
baby
the rich was born naked
even the politicians were once
a baby
the doctor was born naked
even the nurses was once a baby
the teacher was born naked
even the professor was once a baby
the poor was born naked
even the celebrities were once a baby
if we all were born naked
and if everyone were once
a baby
so were cometh this knowledge
of division in devaluation
the division of humans
by race by countries
by development
by ideology
by education
by civilisation
if everyone was born naked
then no one is a landlord
no one is greater or better
we only can transform
as we grow by time
so in all dignity of life
we are a reflection to
each other
we can only learn
the to push up humanity
with the varieties of creativity
or
die in isolation for nothing
and be go naked like
every baby born naked
Blind
"Who are blind ?" Asks my mind !
I reply to it ,Those can't see!
But am I true to my mind ?
Am I enough kind ?
People are blind ,Who can't see!
But who are those who don't want to see!
Some wants to see,some quit to see
Some dare to see,some doesn't care to see
What we see,we see what we want to see!
It's like world is charging Humanity 'fee!
When people are in problem,they ask help
But our blind eyes say "what a crap"
This is how we see,this is how we want to live !
Some cry to see,some try to see
But truth is that we always want to free!
Then who are blind?
Who can see or who can't
Or its just a vocabulary haunt!
Is blind a disease?
That needs to treat!
Do we blind people like this need care, or is it just another human'night mare
What about those who has some eyes !
But seems to defeat!
They defeated by their selfishness
They don't want to see their kindness!
Because they are too busy to even wink!
Their hearts are easy to sink!
My soul asks"are you blind?"
I smile and say "I have to find"
So the question is on you!!!!
Who you want to be ??
Blind or kind ? Or is there something more to find ??
Those have no eyesight,they are blind right?
But they can see too!
They also feel sparrow 's coo
They may be blind,but are kind !
Problem is in ours!!
We are busy in our food ,and living in blindhood
Answer is simple!
Those can see,but pretend to ignore !
Then , without any doubt, they are blind more!
Poet : Bhoomi Bhardwaj
For days and days the Professor would stay at Bingo Mountain. He meet people who brainwashed him into evil.ell respected, he'd lead the cause against tainted honey: now he make a batch of Carmel to add to the corny sweet syrups to fool a public into thinking they had purchase the best. Not only that he had developed a hideous habit. Eating the larvae and wasp and honey bees that he
had cultivated for study and breeding. It's said that he asked a chef to mix a fruity cocktail of nectar and wasps that he might devour them. A scientist there was world renewed, he had developed a potion that could change a moral man into a Hercules type person. They developed the Nectar of the Jupiter !
He had only to completely change his diet and had his blood filtered by a machine that recreated him into asuper human. Vile and wicked he became. One day The Shadowy Demon who had purchased his soul told
him he would be leaving never to be seen again. He gave him paper that made The Professor the ceo of Bingo Mountain and all his business ventures. Pollen Grafting machines and Pollen collectors would make him a richer person.Then he stood before the Professor and said " Never believe you ever met me:I am as strange to you as the day we met!" than he vanished into thin air!
Cultivating habits that promote personal growth, well being and an overall quality of life.
" Ripples in stream, where the moss covered slippery rocks are the only things beneath your feet!" " in I love the new me:such an affirmation cements the bonification of my need to love: I do love me so much!" Then he spoke to his new position: "sacred I stand ilmortal ,me among the Muses,Mnemosyne, the ancients shall remember me through there Muses until they bend there knees in submission!" "I am the solvent to all questions of art and science< I am the then< the now and future of both a model to stand through the ages!" He stood there
laughing: his evil laugh!
From Inspiration of a Hero
writtem by:Stem and Kirsch Fortissimo
for Bold and Powerful Sound Inc.
Story Music/ Drama-Animation
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
the animated series
Jean Jinglers
and platform Shoes
Being who I am
It appears that I am ...
A thinker cogito ergo sum
A Feeler therefore I am more
A searcher carpe diem
A collector of oriental carpets
A bookworm devouring pages
A listener ready to hear
Father of five
Husband once more
Lover of one
Soulmate of the same
Jokester and jester
Serious clown
A crazy insane one
A depressed patient
An impatient sufferer
A healer retired
A doctor of mind
A lost one found again
Of harmony
In peace
Doubting
Full of faith
Introvert hermit
Extrovert human
I am all in one I am all in one I am all in one
Body Mind Soul Soul Mind Body Mind Body Soul
Don’t fit in a box
Jo-Jo out of control
Slingshot on target
An outcome detached
A promise fulfilled
Destiny in the making
I am addicted to life as it comes
Used to imbibe
Cleaned up my act
One step at a time
My life is no race
Its progress beats perfection
I know that I know nothing fully
Of that I am sure and thus safe
A philosopher of sort
Traveling gypsy on a road
To somewhere
To nowhere
With my attributes on a button I’m crowded
Never alone
Blissfully loved
Embraced for ever
A companion
A poet tree in motion
Uncle Ed came to live with us when he was in his seventies
He felt old, weird, and he had white hair on his face
It sprouted out of his nose
He was our distant uncle, a blue baby who should not have lived
But the doctor kept working on him way after he should have given up
His superstitions were unbelievable.
He would shake uncontrollably if he noticed anything plugged in.
So the toaster, blender, tv set, coffee pot had to be off if he noticed.
He would scream loudly if the cat came into the room
For he believed cats would steal your breath while you slept.
He would not stop screaming until Mable was removed.
We did not like him. He was old and weird and creepy.
Until he began showing us his cards. He had one for everything.
Heart cards, diamond cards, and clover cards.
We did not know until years later that some cards have spades.
Uncle Ed thought spades were the work of the devil, so he had thrown them away.
This is why I pray
To the Lord God Almighty;
It's because of His command
That I call upon Him faithfully.
Not only weak but also frail I am,
Vulnerable to pain and sorrow;
But because of fervent prayer,
I won't wane but glow and grow.
Life is fraught not only by trial
But also by temptation;
With my plea begging for mercy,
God will hear my supplication.
I have sinned against the Lord,
Though it's not what I want to do;
Through the intercession of His Son,
I'm forgiven by the Father, so true.
How can I make both ends meet?
How can I have all that I need?
The loving Father is the sole provider,
My cry for help He'll surely heed.
Sickness spares no one,
Even the doctor gets ill;
The Lord is the perfect physician,
No disease He cannot heal.
For all the blessings He bestowed on me,
So much thanks I have to say;
In His holy temple He waits for me,
This is why I pray.
On my two year anniversary
a new verse too read
canny words set free
doctor said you need
Apples nutritious
And grapes with pips in
Cables that trip us
And drapes for peeping
At sights kept hidden
Affairs and lovers
Secret keeping
Shared with others
Handsome ransom
at mind not money
I’m often random
and it’s not funny
Crabs go sideways
until the sea sweeps them
eyes open up wide
at bikinis let peeking
as the waves go by us
and I do a wee
sunburnt red faces
smiling at me
soaking up the sunshine
a day at the beach
sunburnt tan lines
an apple or peach
bottom as my trunks fill
bobbing along
smooth like a wheel
singing a song
summer days
sand in your crease
lovely brown glaze
attacked by geese
some sit on a nudist
seemingly happy
fun this rude is
until towel slaps me
a towel you then lay
warm sand feels marvelous
face down drift away
part of us hardenous
it's okay on the sand
where no one can see
it's gone and you stand
an outline there be
They say be your own
I say who are they
Facts can’t be known
I say hip hooray
Hip hip hooray I mean
keep it original
Sit to see if seen
cliche when critical
I think this has run its course
A furlong too long
from a drunk drinking horse
So long so long and on
I pee when I say goodbye
see that magic
auf wiedersehen goodbye
puns tragic
Taliban crossing the Mediterranean
breeding with Italians and Albanians
Italibans and Talbanians
talented puns