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The interrogation threatens to shudder like an earthquake
A long index of accusations spread out among the atmosphere like a blazing forest fire
Satisfaction, the officer and venomous umbrage, the criminal
Self-appreciation, the quiescent defense attorney with no right to be there
Misery, the boisterous dauntless prosecutor
The months of the annual calendar, the jury
Pain, the almighty judge
It’s a court case already divested from the defendant
Why should it not
Bother, why bother
Its past the millionth time in 216 divided by the jury
Satisfaction has seen countless rewards of capturing umbrage
Satisfaction has felt the boundless benevolence of glory
And foaming at the mouth, glowering with muffled respected fury
Sits umbrage, staring out blurred vision
Victimized in his own apperception
What’s the cost, the damage total; what has befell, befell reality
The anathema of fate or rather the favored affliction of fortune’s fool
Within a realm of possibility it may perceive to be both
A pebble laced with a thread thrown into grass only miles away
To be reeled right back in like a helpless fish on a line
The audacity, the audacity; oh just hush
Silence is golden and this silence is benevolent
Joy was once prevalent in the company of such disgrace umbrage reigned
Together they were serenity, a mixed graceful period of harmony
Such a song sung by dual owls in the presence of the lightened darkness of night
(sigh) …I can’t do this anymore
Make a world, create a story peacefully
Creating a plot circulating, tip-toeing around the issues placing bait in front of my eyes for me to take
What is wrong with me, my life
One word, a sharp enough blade to stab in the ankle to slaughter Achilles
In this case, me
The poet’s banishment, scourge creating a series of nine lashes
Still runs deep, refuses cessation
Proceeds to feed on every ounce of merriment to permeate through the cracks
Melancholy has produced to invade back in
What’s the cause this time for it to attack
A few simple words, reflection, swift defiance
the bruises upon the right appendage whispering, begging for more scars
FOR WHAT? ! ? ! ? ! ? !
Forget it….it’s nothing
Satisfaction has pardoned me, set me free
Umbrage, my twin has taken over me
To another bridge, we sit and sulk over a failed attempt at flight
Cause we willingly defy the right to say goodnight
Let me carry the load from your heart
Your beautiful free spirit is a work of art
Let me be carried away by your blissful satisfaction
We just got to let go and let live and take action
I won't break down in your arms and I won't let my hopes down to the ground
I won't harm you or me anymore or slam the corridor
You and I are meant to be...my heavy heart warms up so much when you're around
I have to say - you're the one I adore to the core
Regret is another brick in the wall
I will try my best to stand tall
Our love is a melody in a children's film
We are lost in another dimension and in a bizarre realm
We are in an unpredictable predicament
You are elegant like a passionate fire, scorching aflame with sweet sentiment
You're crystal clear in my vision
We will fulfill our awesome mission
Let the silence break apart and let our noise of rejoice sound louder than a parade in the city
Reminders of the past bleed through me, but I'm not affected by it negatively
Our hearts beat at one at its best and God knows how hard I've tried to get us back together practically
Shame on me for blaming you for my personal problems...yeah, shame on me
Before you know it,
I'm trapped in this pit
While you are free and happy-go-lucky
I wish I can share with your gladness and glee
Put me back together again by your compassionate high spirits
You can make me laugh by your witty jokes and I can sympathize with your heart of childlike joy and childish fits
I'm afraid to move on from point A to point B
I need to fall into place and find my heart's destiny
Wish me luck as I reach out to the sky of beauty
I'm willing to go the distance with you, baby
How about I give you a boost of confidence?
Maybe we can help each other out in this race of magnificence
You encourage me to run as fast as a twist of a tornado...a rapid river aflow...
It's hard to jump across the obstacles due to being so slow as a snail, you know?
Let me love you all night till the morning
Let me love you until our merry laughter turns to forlorning
Let me find you in the ocean of eloquent desire and burn on like a forest fire
Let me caress the breeze of at-ease and my love for you will never, ever tire
The mind wants to believe in positivity around the globe & when this desire sets its roots, what happens next is a world wide disease 'Globasity'
It spreads like a forest fire but unfortunately its end doesn't come as free and easy as does its Origin or Spread!
But wait, this term is too general !
What are the modern prejudices we want to talk about, here !
The world we are in today has an immensity of problems as well as solutions, lifestyles or rules and regulations !
Be it private, government, or corporate, nothing remains untouched by this abundance !
The most surprising aspect about the term 'Probability' being 'Uncertainties', have different Nature, too !
All this might sound like a jigsaw puzzle but well, here is an attempt to nurture its meaning relatable !
These biases which are far beyond the differences prevailing in minds of an Individual set their roots in 'Perception' !
A misfortune occurring to oneself or some other can get stuck forever if developing strength against any such happenings is not taught since the very beginning.
The study or observance of practicality that develops from the learning of pasts with adulteration of perceptions, at each level !
Another instance is, an embellished wits of someone is a challenge to another but what makes it malign or beautiful is the perception. So, most difficult question out of all this is what builds it and how can it be changed !
Talking physically, it can be changed only by understanding and working towards its betterment.
What creates a stagnation towards its betterment is the adamant mind to sustain adaptability. For others to adapt your thoughts you need to adapt them yourselves first so that you can be understandable and not contradictory, hence, confusing !!
If all you need & want is to run away from the thoughts responsibly, you must take the burden of your decision and hence adapt your lifestyle henceforth. Putting resentment in mind is not good for healthy survival.
So, no matter what the decision is, taking charge is the ultimate solution !
By taking a charge I mean other's success should not develop repentance for your decision but a firmness in chosen path is important ????
‘I didn’t sleep well last night’ is all you say, as if you sleep well every other night, as if you don’t have more important things to do, heavier burdens to carry. Rivers running through your fingers and vaulted ceilings made entirely of stars. Nameless faces, unfamiliar voices in song; lulling you to sleep, to drown.
The dark rings under your eyes are a permanent fixture, no amount of vanity will take them away. They are a part of you now, just as much as the dirt under your fingernails and the eyes that constantly feel as though they stare into the depths of your soul. You hide the scars from the world behind forced smiles and a gentle voice, clutch at the wolf teeth strung around your neck and repeat prayers in your old tongue until your voice is cracked and hoarse and these are the only words you will ever know (besides the names that are too sacred to speak aloud)
Is self-deprecation an act of devotion?
You’re no prophet. Your place is not to sing and dance in their praise but to silently shoulder the weight of their wickedness, their monstrosity. You feel their divinity like a thousand knives in your back, between your ribs. You’re no prophet. Your place is not to teach others of their pain. You are wild; born of the wolf with forest fire burning hot in your veins. You’re no prophet. You’re just a child who howls with the wind and dances in the rain. Notebooks filled with words that can never pass your lips, ancient languages whispered in your ear even as you struggle to hold yourself together.
People hear the words ‘sacred, holy, divine’ and think of cathedrals gilded in gold and silver, ornately carved statuettes of the virgin mother, sunday mass and quiet contemplation. You know this to be untrue. Your prayers are selfish and your altar is the ever changing landscape which surrounds you, mud and moss and snow.
‘I didn’t sleep well last night’ is all you say, even as war rages in your head and the will of the Gods is enough to force you to your knees.
Warlords love the crack cackling sound ...
faint vapors smelled worldwide,
when twine toking on the choking peace pipe
Lying lips huffing and puffing,
blowing smoke out the barrel rear end
Frontal sphincter holes
open and close ...
Pre-negotiated spoils fanning the wind
Rub two cancer sticks together,
to start a third global forest fire blazing
Twin Smoky Bear false witnesses,
like Pilate and Herod —
Duo hardcore sworn enemies
becoming so Maryjane best bud friends
Truth is a menthol breakdown,
a Kool summer breeze on a hot, Camel caravan night
Warning of mirage oasis whisperings
filling the Death Valley desert air with nuclear fright
Warlords love doing the iron lung Scorpion crawl,
passing the slim peace pipe inside of the toilet stall
Flushing nicotine hope down the porcelain drain;
huffing and puffing,
with covetous tar face delight
Singing with ember glee in the Inferno dire reign
Smoking jacket pleasure
fills talky polluted atmosphere
with syrupy cough pain
Paranoia beyond measure,
empties womb palpitating fear:
Tick tick puffer insane
Warlords love the milk poppy urn sound,
silent nods heard worldwide ...
when dumping vow ashes from the peace pipe
Truth is a menthol breakdown,
a Marlboro spring breeze on a cold, Salem witch night
Warning of hibernating pyre whisperings
filling the Negev autumn air with nuclear winter fright
Warlords love the crack cackling sound ...
vaporized air felt worldwide,
when chain toking on the cranium choking peace pipe
Lying lips huffing and puffing,
blowing idol smoke out the gunny shark rear end
Sphincter jaw Pinocchio nose
open and close ...
Fungi ‘shroom spittle spores make the sky darken
Warlords love the crystal meth blurb sound,
LSD plan heard dark web worldwide ...
Life-Stopping Detonations
be brimstone smoke coming from a broken peace pipe
My liar
I need you to give yourself to me completely.
Anything less and we will not make it last.
I need you to have only one lover and it can only be me;
If you want me to love you and to give you all I have.
I need you to need me, like I need to want your body.
If you do not feel the same way,
Then there are plenty of other men out there for you;
Leave me to remain a nobody.
But if you think you want me to be your burning desire,
Then tell me
And be with me.
Be the fuel to loves Molotov cocktail
And the ignition that makes me glow;
Be the spark to my inferno.
Be the match to my forest fire.
Be the inspiration to my wishes,
But never be my liar.
Be honest with me
And you will have me as yours;
But I will always keep one eye upon the exit door.
For I will be gone if you decide to test our bond;
Love is fragile, so treat it kindly, or it will be gone.
I am fully committed to leaving, or love
And all it has to give.
But I will not stand still, to be knocked down,
By a cheat who cannot be true to their promise.
One chance only, to stay faithful, truly.
I am one step from leaving, so do not disappoint me.
If you cannot be truthful and truly stay faithful,
Then I will be gone and our love will die like a blown out candle.
Passionate about being passionate,
But not willing to take a chance, through fear of regret.
Honestly, I just cannot take another hit of a liar’s carbon;
I have inhaled enough false roses to build myself a fake garden.
I am alone, because love left me to my dreams;
But nightmares are true memories of what real love is.
So love me or lose me,
The choice is yours; so choose now.
Here is my soul;
Here is my heart.
Here is my mind…
So tell me; are you in…
Or are you out?
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Autumn, like an Indian classical dancer, dressed up
Arrives with soft rhymes and quickening steps
She comes aglow, aglow with a rare beauty
Dancing to the anklet’s tinkling song
Her floating robe falls in deep folds around her feet
As she mesmerizes all with her moves full of grace
Viewing the flaming colors in assorted display
We are apt to wonder if Nature carefully saved up
All that is best for the closing grand finale
Autumn tints look enchanting all through the land
With pervading green, offset by crimson, citrus yellow
Flaming red, lustrous gold and a faded russet
The air stays crisp and sweet in the ripening fields
While stray clouds ramble in a flawless turquoise sky
When autumn is thus all agog like a frenzied dervish
It gives us morbid pictures of death and decay
The trees wrestle to free themselves of their worn cloaks
Causing a cascade of withering autumn leaves
Now they fall scattered in endless stream and lie in piles
Like charred carcasses after a fierce forest fire
The rustle of dry leaves blown by the wind
Falls in our ears with the gabble of migrating birds
Pale sunshine sifts through leafless trees of maple and oak
All those leaves once stayed regal in stations high
Now tossed out like worthless chaff
They come nose- diving and fall several meters below
Spreading a hazel curtain over the moist earthen crust
When trampled mercilessly by careless feet
They silently mourn their thankless fate
Graying that comes at the end of each autumnal fall
Reminds us of the pall of gloom that awaits
It is disturbing like the parting song of birds
As they fly southward before the onset of winter
June.15.2022
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Sponsor- Mark Tony
Originally posted in Sep.2021
Quilts and woollies of winter all folded,
From February’s fold chill when escaped,
In March, when all ready to welcome spring,
Sun seems in hurry to wear red turban,
Few morning walkers wear woollen mufflers,
Sugarcane seems to have ripened early,
Mango, Neem, GulMohor show darker shades,
No longer the spring’s usual tender green,
Spring if at all looks like an unsure bride,
And summer rather like an aged groom.
Sun’s ripe old fervour may add to his charm,
The nature may look keen to dance with him,
All’s not well with sun’s too sharp a grimace—
To wear in early spring a red hot face,
Which, with his red turban looks burning red,
The green robes of spring fail to soothe like balm.
The red rage of forest fire adds to heat,
The flowers that blossom wilt by the eve,
A stray koel coos in a mating call,
Her Fifth Note sounds more than usual poignant.
Seasons, the Nature’s clock sound an alarm,
The all awake man refuses to wake,
Designed to be the school to say something,
Fails to teach man, he no more a student,
Nature no more a temple where man prays.
The seasons have forgotten their old ways,
No wonder they follow no fair cycle,
Winters wilts as summer seems in hurry,
Spring has no time to spread old charm to cheer,
And summer, left alone, reigns through the year.
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Blank verse: | 07.03.2023 | spring
Poet’s note: Spring in India comes on Vasant Panchami, the fifth day of waxing moon. But this year summer seemed too eager to hoist its reign. Winter was never so harsh nor spring so pleasant thanks to global warming. Holi, the festival of colours that welcomes spring seemed to come in a hurry. This blank verse wonders if spring has lost her innocence.
“Woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.” - Hal Borland
Shadows fall over the trees in the autumn,
Gentling the ache who grieves for summer,
Silence, still, stirring in the wind,
Who breaths her peace through the limbs, the seas
Of wonderful, praise and grace and endless leaves,
Blowing softly, swirling, dancing eagerly,
Singing to the soul who can see beyond the green,
To those glorious songs of rust and gold,
Autumn’s echo to the heart and soul.
Glistening dew colors life in serenity,
Blessing away the past, the echoes of distress,
Darkening the memories, the beauty of dew touched dreams,
Walking, like hope’s melody, vibrant
Welcoming the heart to breath in the endless grace,
Music that bleeds its intimacy
Laughter trembling and pouring out its thanks
Over the heart who hears God’s voice in the seas,
The thundering storms who arise with their breeze,
The endless joy of knowing heartfelt glory.
Rising on the twilight’s perpetual praises,
Lifting the heart with such gifts, such pleasures,
While the seeds of a song bleed through the dark,
Listening, believing, silencing a heart’s grieving,
As the stars fall quiet on meadows and trails,
Leaving only the mellow feeling of loss,
While each traveler reaches beyond the winds,
To the promise of a peace far sweeter than the seed,
Serenity that never fails to bring its raw light.
Like life, all the blessings are more than I can speak,
They wander through the heart, erasing loneliness,
Reaching into the prayers and praise, startling even me
With the music that they play, the notes so very sweet.
Dearest Children,
The world is vast, future is uncertain!
You are the precious wealth I have been gifted with!
My life is blessed -
because of you!
My life was not a rosy picture when I grew up…
not all the experiences were pleasant! Rather it was tough!
I want you to be prepared for hurdles and
hardships that will come your way,
in the course of an adventurous lifetime.
Our world is changing…
climate change is a real issue which
needs to be addressed right now…
before it is too late!
We are already experiencing Nature's wrath with
unusual floods,Tsunami, Forest Fire, Earthquake!
Does Mother Nature want us to be more conscientious
for the blessings we are endowed with?
Somewhere in our world,
a huge war is ravaging…
destroying tranquil lives of numerous families,
the way two disastrous world wars
changed many beautiful lives for ever!
Our responsibility is to create an environment
of empathy and affinity...dear children,
which I proudly witnessed in your eyes!
As a mother, I have tried to teach you values,
Not by preaching, but by trying to show examples.
Exercising good judgement, honesty, and compassion,
You may not always be the winner,
Your life may not be smooth throughout!
My nest is empty...
But when wings turned strong,
I let you soar in the wide horizon of
limitless sky, navigate unknown shores!
Love! The most beautiful emotion of our life!
Love can make you happy,
Love can sometimes leave you miserable!
Have faith in your ability to accept
All turbulent experiences life throws at you!
Life is sublime!
Blessings,
Your Mom