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The car rolls three times
And bounces off a tree
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
A few cuts and bruises
Remind me of my breath
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Hindsight brings clear vision
And makes the forest clear
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Those rain clouds look Divine
It's great to live in time
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Another chance of life
Another glance at time
Another chance to love
It's great to be alive !.
Seeing life as precious
And how that love is life
Another chance to love
It's great to be alive !.
The life-joy of forgiveness
And letting go of luggage
Another chance to thrive
It's great to be alive !.
A supernatural cradling
I know that God is mine
Another chance for Love
It's great to be alive !.
A resurrected life....after a near fatal accident. Even rain clouds (problems) look great !.
"Child Labour"
Jyotsna Bhabi lost her husband in fatal accident
the sky fell on her head like a thunderbolt in that incident.
there are two of her sons; aged about seven to ten
who will give them food when the society is the blind to pretend?
Jyotsna Bhabi works to wash dishes in four houses
cleans the houses to provide food to them working in garbage.
Can she fulfill everyone to feed by small earnings
no one is kind to them nor there are such blessings.
One day the merchant gave offer to give two of her son
in exchange for labour, food will be given to that bloom,
can a mother could refuse such a golden call?
when surrendering can carry lots of food in return!
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Child labour; So what do I say has no alternative
the society has no real ideas it to thrive.
Sir God,
It's me again,
You already know what I want to say,
But allow me put it this way,
Our genesis is different,
But the destiny is the same.
We all must rest,
We'll die and go to unknown land,
A place only known to the departed,
Not even the worldly majesties,
Will escape it.
Do not give me many years,
Like those of Methuselah,
I not need to be wrinkled,
And look like a beast,
I need not to be a burden,
When my time come,
Let it be a decent journey,
At an old age dear God,
When I'll have accomplished all,
The wants and desires in mind.
At a time I'll be giving blessings,
The time I'll have nothing to lose,
Nobody will have to wail,
For I'll have put it to a halt,
My gift of life.
Dear God,
Let it not be through an ailment,
Not a fatal accident,
Not a suicide nor a genocide,
Not even a lightning strike,
Let it be a decent journey.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
Go on break its heart, don't be shy, ask it why
was it said in that way and not another?
Or maybe why the hell you even said that anyway?
A poem enters a boxing ring
gets beaten up, yet in the end
the loser is a winner,
the pummeling has changed its shape.
A seagull poops on your head,
kind of funny, everyone grins.
An eighteen-wheeler jackknives,
no one is hurt, poop does not kill,
but you're a poet, some kind of genius,
so you write about slippery bird guano
on a wet road,
a truck hydroplaning,
cars bursting into flames,
a trucker dying of colon cancer
long after that fatal accident.
Misery and joy must be manipulated
then handcuffed together.
You publish the deranged thing -
your mistake,
it's just another aberration of your nervous system.
Then you wait for some wiseass
to tear it apart,
and it serves you right.
In a Void of Emptiness, I Found a Dream : that did not belong to Me
You may call it Curiosity, but I decided “to Dream that “LOST “, Dream
As my Eyelids became Heavy with Sorrow : A Fatal Accident I would See.
Let me figure this out : A Beloved Has been Taken by a Tear, so it seems
A Sibling, A Sister , A Friend, A Companion, A HEART of a HEART
A Memory : Living FOREVER; Thriving on the TEARS of the Past
I did not Know YOU ; “Suzanne” but by Proxy, by YOUR Sisters’ Heart
I have someone very Dear, in Heaven: also “will YOU say Hello when You Pass
Inspired by LOVE for SIBLINGS : Dedicated To ~ Constance ~ A Rambling POET~~
Author's Note : If I am Wrong in the wording of this POEM, Constance, Pleease tell
me and I will delete LOVE , ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege, with LOVE...HG
(Harry)
February 4th, 1999 - two hundred
and fifty two months ago
Shana Aubrey Harris officially completed,
now ranks among status quo
lawfully, legally, legitimately in toto
twenty one orbitz around the sun - whoa!
Chronological benchmark ye did attain
plus major purchase of second automobile
(2002 Subaru Impreza) skill ye did gain
curious if family/friends helped ye maintain
being calm, cool, and collected -
quite a taxing acquisition, one need be sane.
Said significant decision
perhaps makes heart skip a beat,
but analogously, and literally
puts ye in driver seat
tending to maintenance
of vehicle sweet
figurative taste of liberation,
while familiarizing feet
to become acclimated
accelerating at velocity
with precious fleet,
obeying Sir Isaac Newton's
first law of motion.
More important gently
and timely to apply brake
lest police siren wails
finding ye to quake
thus requiring thee
to summon nerves of steel,
cuz friendly police thirst
he/she doth slake
issuing moving violation
scenario haint no nightmare
unless fatal accident occurs,
whereby family and friends attend wake
mourning beloved daughter
forever ruing grievous
loss for Pete's sake.
Even after time tested practice
acquiring consummate skill
experiencing diverse situations
manning steering wheel will
unexpectedly introduce during
different seasons frightful scenarios
analogous to getting
spooked by ghostly chill
ye must Carrie on as
the shining defensive driver
setting sterling pride to self
giving ego uber lyft till
ye get over the hill
much quicker than Jack and Jill.
When I saw her, I could not believe it was my old classmate Paulette.
I had not seen her since college when she was delightful and filled with joy.
She began to tell me of her parents' tragic fatal accident that occurred last year. She and her husband had two children, one of which died of leukemia 6 months ago. Paulette and her husband were going through a divorce when her parents were killed. Her teenage son took up with a gang and drugs when they divorced, and his life is a mess.
Paulette was an only child which means, with so much misfortune, there is absolutely no one. My wife and I were speechless as she shared her life with us, and we were ears and shoulders. She's still relatively young and in time there could be changes, but right now, my old friend is sad. We pray God will bring seasons of joy, helping Paulette forget the past and embrace the future.
110921PSCtest, Paulette (1), Julia Ward
Warm Lamb Salad. Sounds mmm......I've shopped for the
ingredients. Planned my start - as timing is
all important in preparing good food…..
and Oh! fresh ingredients. It's obvious I take an interest in
favorable results. My thoughts wander as I chop
fresh basil for the dressing, fresh rosemary for the meat.
The local supermarket has come a long way in supplying
every need. As I work I wonder,
“What must it be like - to be famous?”
If I had been a celebrity would I have married Elvis?
Maybe I might have saved him from himself.
Pricilla didn't. Mmmmmmm the rosemary is aromatic while
the lamb is cooking.
How would I handle fame?
It is a closed door to me. I think of all the dead stars I have loved.
I feel the grief. Such tragedy weighs heavily - amid
red onions and baby arugula .
I wish I could have known any of them without
the chance of losing my enchantment
from personal familiarity - or their shortcomings. I search the refrigerator.
Wine for the cook! Sip…….then a blaze of insights
as I pile the greens onto an serving platter.
What does fame do to a person's mind?
Some say it brings arrogance. Maybe the difference depends on
how that someone handles power, money, or vanity.
Or how much sway any of it has over them. Mostly, it
must depend on the handling of disillusionment. Perhaps if
Princess Di had stayed at home with her boys, she may have avoided a fatal accident-but that's a value judgement and maybe Marilyn
might have been more careful of whom she committed
adultery with -yet another value judgement.
Hot lamb sliced and spooned over the greens.
And with that my thoughts turn to Joe Dimaggio and his motives
with the roses. Did he send them out of love and loss
for her -or for what publicity it might have
bought. So back to Elvis-
If you are adored by millions- world-wide- how must it
feel to be rejected by the someone you wanted the most?
Deep thoughts to be having - over a warm lamb salad.
Tonight, at the foot of the bed,
She is watching.
How peaceful he is sleeping.
Wondering if he ever thought,
Of that crucial night.
That changed their lives.
He took off in a speed,
After revealing his secret.
End up in a hospital bed,
In need of a heart transplant.
Rushing to be with him,
Her life end,
With a fatal accident.
Brain dead, they said.
Now her heart is beating,
In his chest.
Feeling lost and betrayed,
She came to claim.
What is rightfully hers.
While he is sleeping,
Next to his lover.
If she couldn’t have him in the living,
While they both were alive.
Then it’s time he must die.
They made their vowels.
'til death do us part.