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Premium Member Tough

Tough 

Your back is brittle, like time-greyed oak,
Curved like a bow,
The string constantly tight and ready.
The glare from your eyes:
Like cold steel.
The things that you do, 
Always securely perfect and correct.
Your voice strained 
Like a muted trumpet
Except, for when you get irritated,
Then, jarring for my ears
And thorns in my gut.

Your criticism is like sharp scissors 
That cuts through silk,
But you never learned to sew.
And “join” “patch up” “repair” “sorry” “kindness” and “response-ability” 
Are long gone from your life-dictionary.

You walk like a string puppet soldier,
Held, controlled and moved 
By the invisible wire
Of your rigid up-bringing, 
Conditioning and beliefs.
But sometimes, even the best machines: 
Break down
And then you spend days in bed,
Sick with poisonous coughs,
Or thundering, 
Heavy and oppressive headaches, 
Or mysterious pain in your legs.
You view these “lapses” with impatience, 
As indications of weakness
That need to be scrubbed out
Like an annoying stain 
On a spotless white tablecloth.

You don’t see the blinking stars,
Or hear the constant, but faint whispers
Gently attempting to coax you back 
To the road you abandoned,
Which still longs for the unique print
Of your feet.

Sometimes I glance at you and wonder:
Was the laughter and naturalness
Beaten out of you?
Or, all the warmth and juice 
You must have had,
Freezed and squeezed away,
Like a once succulent plum 
Is now an unrecognisable prune.
Or so shamed,
That the mask and costume 
You took on to survive,
Grew roots into you, 
And became like ivy that smothers a tree,
Making it almost unknowable.

You think you are strong?
Yes you are tough,
Scarred and shaped by the battlegrounds 
Of the life that encircled you.
But strong Men know how to weep,
Bleed,
Give,
Shake with panic and fear.
Yes you’ve learned a lot,
Your intellect and knowledge
Could fill a bookshelf.
But your fertile, green valley
Of gentleness and vulnerability, 
Has been ignored, over-looked
And forgotten for so long now…
That it is choked with weeds and thorns
And beyond recognition,
How sad.

Sangeet Portals October 2022


First May

From the beginning of May,
I had tried to stay away,
That was how I found another place,
Luckily, it has a piano to occupy me.
Then, the incident of breaking in my property,
Tied me and you to repair it,
That was when we did the project
"Putting lipstick on the pig".
It took 6 weeks to complete.
You were quite sick of doing it,
While I enjoyed being with you without excuses.
You stayed the evenings in my place.
The weather freezed us apart,
Your hands were cold and could not get warm,
Despite the oil column heater was on,
I wanted to share with you, my own heater generator,
But, it would too embarass to both of us.
Then you mentioned guacamole,
Which created another food tasting relationship.
I went shopping, preparing and cooking.
You told me about ajvar,
A very different relish dish,
I was crazy to make it, 
You became upset when I used plastic.
Quickly I overcame the issue.
Then, mixed salad and Potato salad came on our menu.
That was the end of our three meals.
I travelled around, to ensure
I was not at your second home,
I was crazy about you but I had to let you go,
Came along the 7th month of lunar calendar,
The ghost, devil and spirit month really set us apart.
You found and enjoyed new project, 
While making up excuses,
About not wanting to be part of the dirty system.
All these 6 months, you knew I was on a government scheme.
You were with me as part of my own system only.
It was you, who wanted to end the friendship,
But had to make up hurtful excuses.
It was not your projects stood between us,
It was you who isolated yourself from the real world,
Barricaded yourself away from me.
Never mind B66,
Enjoy whatever and however you want your life to be,
I will survive whatever left of me.
We were like two peas in the same pod,
But unfortunately, we had finished in different pots.
Thank you for being friend with me,
However sweet and short, lovely and painfully it could be.
Goodbye B66.
I know you warned me not to call you BB,
But frankly my dear, I loved it.
© C33 B66  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Great Witches Bake Off

The Great Witches Bake Off is here again
Bakes so weird some have no name.
So fierce it was to be the winner,
The prize is fame, on Lucifer's underworld twitter.
Laughing and cackling but alert and suspicious
Each convinced their bake, unique and delicious.

Erin was making a blood drizzle cake
Three pints of pigs blood is what it would take.
Weevils were left in that thrived in the flour
Add three rancid eggs for a flesh rotting aroma.
Sprinkles of gun powder to help make it rise
But don't breath it in for your eyes would triple in size.

Val was attempting bubble and squeak pie
Every mouse could be heard, that is no lie.
A bubble collection of freezed dried frog spawn
Mix in some feathers from a unwilling white swan.
A few bunches of hemlock, carrots, turnips and greens
The poison so hot, you could hear screams from your spleen.

Wilma was busy stuffing a dozen bat heads,
With slivers of blood veins torn into threads.
Bat crumble with a topping of air fried bat legs,
Which gives a harsh crunch and a gross looking sealed edge.
Served with a dollop of deadly nightshade ice-cream
So potent you would hallucinate kindness in dreams.

Fairy cakes were made by cousin Nell,
Who was expelled when she was caught casting a spell.
The wings of dead fairies placed on top of her bakes,
Escaped out the window exposing her cheating mistake.
She cursed, swore revenge as she was escorted out
A witch trial there be, there be no doubt.

Who did win? who claimed the prize? 
It was Maggie the cat with her eye-spy-berry surprise.
For Frankie Stein Horner had hid in a dark corner,
As Maggies assistant and back stabbing informer.
Their deal was a lifetime of pies, for that was his dream
As Maggie quietly purred whilst licking her got cream.

                        18.10.24
Form: Rhyme

Olomi Lo Ma Re

Faster!  faster!!  faster!!! 
Screaming in piercing silence 
Rising up to the matter 
Like eating delicious dinner in trance 

Harder!  harder!!  harder!!! 
Crying to check its validity 
While the feeble light causes disaster 
But doesn't want a jest of its ability 

Louder! louder!!  louder!!! 
Panting for ticket into the stadium 
Meanwhile not a loyal fan thereafter 
Rather to leave the  in delirium 

Mixer!  mixer!!  mixer!!! 
Thought you'll be energized by my howl 
For me to turn your fixer 
But all you've done is a foul 

Wonder!  wonder!! wonder!!! 
I just see how mad you are 
That you want me dead 
For a course more awaits ahead 

Jápa!  jápa!!  jápa... 
Thinking you shall spoil Ruth
But you aren't at all wàpa
Rather a handsome lazy youth 

Mourner! mourner!!  mourner!!! 
Awaits those you are proud of
After in some minutes all scattered 
People at will of them shall laugh 

I don't wanna touch the dry sky no more
I just want to feel the little raindrop like dew
To relieve my heating heart of thy sore 
And bless my mind with lovely lady anew 

You just want the fun killing me
You just can't desist from all the lies 
The lips enclosed in thrilling glee
Till the last try freezed up and it dies 

Sorry for the lonely moments Qualih
I wish you aren't at the tip of this 
Just that you want it chiefly 
It couldn't have been a hit 

Cheer up or be upset 
Mad or be free
From thy crazy mindset 
For many coming shall also flee

You are a witch 
Of pretence to be seen a lover 
But have been unable to bewitched 
The intent of my heart to live forever...
Form: Rhyme

Lost Love

I remember her walk, that
Made my Heart stop
It made me look at her
again and again
that makes my heart full of gain

Her one strip of hair, fell
upon her one sighted eye
She uplifted her hair with a
Twinkling eye

When she talks, feel like seeing
When she moves, feel like she is
coming near
She makes my day full of joy
She comes in my dream as a 
Barbie doll

    Love is life
    Love is faith
    Love is everything, when I look at her

    Love is blind
    Love is beautiful
    Love is light, that makes me
    see her even in darkness

Her smile, made me smile
Her eyes made me stare
Her beauty, freezed me in a second

I watched her through the
lens of my eyes
It's not the clothes she wears
It's not the make up she does
It's something special that she
hides from herself

I don't know about love
But I know I saw a girl
I see her everywhere, day and night
I see her reflection in mirror
I see her in most of my books
I close my eye, she comes front of me
She run her finger through her hair
And blush when someone
compliment her hair

I went near her to stay a few words
But she is reserved for somebody else
that made me sad and sorrow
But her happiness and a smile on her face
Made my life to start again

All I want is her happiness and a smile
I won't come to her way anymore
She is a beautiful princess,
which I saw from my heart and eye
You are the most beautiful girl
whom I met in my life

These words from my lips, I 
tell from my heart
Hey beautiful girl- without you
There is no life
There is no words
Form: ABC


A ghost is inside of you

When events came by like marriages or events,
I let my family wait and hushed into the bath to take off my pants,
Cleaned my face with the cleanser pats,
Left even the the loose paper, soak in the wet footprints, my Cash.

Head for every two days, 
my hair touched better or worse; depends of how well the shampoo pays.
Brushed my teeth and didn't drink or eat anymore at night then, they couldn't face.

But ever my bad had a blanket of an other too.
Said I didn't need one but freezed like a snowman too.
She's skinny so she is cold, 
I am bigger so I must be warm, 
Words played Tennis back then saying easily: "you are ugly'' or "you must be sick"
She gets most attention doesn't she? 
She wears the best fits doesn't she?
Can buy make up whenever she wants doesn't she?
Make her hair doesn't she?

Definetly it wasn't true and I knew that.
It wasn't jelousy but always when she awoken I had a Spot with her I view where we sat.
Since there were interests we shared, 
Drama we talked,
She still was a sibling of mine.
The half of my brain.

The half of my body, my eye, my hair I would lend her.
But night makes them horrible.
People makes them horrible.

Because I stink know.
I don't wash that often and don't care what I wear or put on my face.
That is what I am crying about.
Because I once did.
I never loved myself anyways.
That's the worst love people can remain.
Or Lose.

"Can we eat together? Shall we?", than I can weighten, 
How much I must eat or not since she's older.
Even though it contributes with Hunger.
Form: Rhyme

The battle of a day along the railway

It was not early in the morning,
Didn't turn off the headlights even then,
All night long, piloting the freight train,
Both crews are on the verge of strain.

Eyes now blinking like a low-battery cellphone.
Shedding the micro-sleep
That came suddenly for a very brief moment,
Saw a granny as if faintly floating beside the track, alone!

Weak steps; hand in empty nylon sack,
Along the lines of a narrow walking path.
It's filled with plenty of ballast,
Just adjacent to the railway track.

White hairs waving in the atmosphere
Around her head like thin clouds moving,
Like the white Catkins rippling their sheaves
In tandem with the gentle air.

Leaning shoulders, lowered vision,
Bending movements searching for pieces of coal
Among the granite ballast stones
That scattered from the speedy coal carrying freight trains.

Where're the pieces falling,
Into the gaps of numerous stones?
She is nearly crawling;
Her eyes are focused and freezed on.

At the bottom of the bag a few pieces of coal
Have accumulated there.
The warnings, the dangers
Of the moving train, always very near.

When will this journey of the old mother
Be over?
When will the empty bag be fulfilled
With the pieces of the picked-up coal?

Yet, she has a handful of wild vegetables to cook,
Through the fire of coal, hard-to-pick.
But exhausted and on an empty stomach,
She just needs to rest in her old torn hammock.

My Father Looks Like the Book

After so many shouted,my father went to the dinner. There night while seeing water came in the home , had a woman put on noose her leg ,she is head first.I hears continue shouted that "Don't leave me with horses" . Said "you can't surrender to sex although without teeth","Yes,Of course, we eaten the ash and pebble".At there morning , I saw  the children playing with head.Their mothers looked at them stand up."Hay ! that is not a toy" that don't say. After played,the children did feed  the brain for dog. There have no worries for their head when fix . All  are in water. Water,that's so loathsome . That water came out from mouthes of men and women.Some looks like the animals.They don't wear any clothes and they destroy each other each. The man asked that " Where is my dog?",came back mated.At there, their daughters jump down in the broken well. Their sons climb up from that broken well. Some with smell at broken well , some jump down there. The man has that "Does we run to when time?". " I have been at least fifty lives with head first"with that proud voice , they don't know that  water himselves. The children wait for dinner that their father does not really shout. Anybody don't interest that voice freezed. Anybody don't talk "Mom! here dad's another husband".At there ,anymen don't have...

Thwelt Di Nwe

Lover's Call : After Break Up

Lover's Call
  O! Sweet heart
  Why you break heart
  step you have taken
  is not good to all.
  So come back
  in life before dayfall.

   No chance to complain
   I promised, you can
   use me as you want.
   My heart is as warm
   as blanket in winter
   dear which you want.

  All artificial things
  of the world are not
  good to dwell you.
  But my heart natural
  capacity of feel: cool,warm
  safe which need You.

  Tomorrow sun will rise
  and will set as usual
  The mischief wind will
  strike my window pane
   to awake me from
   your sweet sweet dream.

  My eyes will welcome
  the day break but soon
  tears will get them wet.
  My hand not hold the red
  rose so more because they
  too weak to hold the weight.

    My feet hurriedly move
    forward to open the gate
    for welcome angel you.
    But regret they freezed
    themselves when find
   garden missed dear you.

   The sun ,the moon ,the breeze
   all will be same tomorrow but
   sorrowed heart without love ,
   boring, useless and deserted
   seems me as seems hurted lily
   moon without moonlight's love.
   
     Please
     Please
     Please
     Come
     Back
     Sweet heart.

The Whispers of Ella’s Magic



Whispers through her eyes
Often gazes the skimmers in twilight 
More overly, 
more mesmerized as her heart was in delight
She cupped the melodies, through the true sights
All what she whispered, all what the heart hides
the beautious bell, the nightingale dwells in ride
the classiness she carried through the presence
She softly bamboozled Wrath with inner elegance 
the spring danced through her fragrance
and lives with her consistency and transparency
the mountains slipped after her magnificence
the oceans freezed after her resplendence
from where she came, 
the heaven for sure, the rose of Eden's garden 
the droplet blinks in sunlight, the swings of rainbow
the profound pearl, the morning whisper
how did I glorify her glory?
how did I propose her preposterous grip?
she rumored, the world rumored
She caved, the world caved
Her lips smudge, her cheek’s energies, 
the entrance to moonlight muse, slightly fused
up to the seven stars, she never swirled a reduced
beyond bitterness of society, she grasp the loveliness
the melody of solence, the voice of innocence
forever and forever deep dancing delight
She is named as Ella, the goddess of light.
Form: Rhyme

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