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I remember how you have made me feel — a destiny of a labyrinth
You are an orchestra of auras in my mind
I disremember all the trauma and envy you made me deal with
Set me free with your adoration oh so kind
You are my beautiful rainbow
In the aqua-blue sky, I know
You’ll be with me forevermore
You’re so lovely as you soar
You’re so lovely as you shine on and on and on evermore
You’re so lovely as you pour
Forth happiness from desirous sky to fretful floor…
You are like a dolphin ashore
You’re a beautiful rainbow as I very much know
As I very much show
As you very much glow
As you very much flow
Bestow upon us blessings everglow
I want to remind you how I long for you — a faithful grace growing
You are an orchard of outlandish colors
I need to unwind for a time, but you, out of the blue, keep on bestowing
Upon me sadness galore, but someday…someday…
We will grow and glow like flowers
Blow away the wasted hours
Show me His wondrous powers
You are my beautiful rainbow
In the aqua-blue sky, I know
You’ll be with me forevermore
You’re so lovely as you soar
You’re so lovely as you shine on and on and on evermore
You’re so lovely as you pour
Forth happiness from desirous sky to fretful floor…
You are like a dolphin ashore
You’re a beautiful rainbow as I very much know
As I very much show
As you very much glow
As you very much flow
Bestow upon us blessings everglow
Someday, I will remember us together
Till then, we are much like the weather
We are separated by the winds of time
We were like the waters, washing away our doubts and grime
We will grow as far as it goes like flowers
We will glow like the sweet sunshine hours
Get a grip and stop giving me lip
RIP away our negativity and repair our friendship…
We tear apart like the titanic ship
Take a dip into the dark shadows and be my beautiful rainbow on this road-trip
A destiny of a road-trip…
A lenient labyrinth of a fearless, peaceable Kingdom,
So kissing good riddance to a corrupted world of lustful scum
You can't always hope to know what's in my mind,
but if there's something that suits you - that's fine;
don't write just for you, your readers like something,
be gracious, accept defeat, don't think they need therapy.
There's a thing about English, some others think better,
but it's not just grammar, rather colloquial inferences,
of which they lack understanding and all the nuances,
they're important, whether you think they're trite or not.
I do not claim to know all things and neither should you,
the love shines through, don't be critical of a stupid typo;
I won a competition in white, gold and indigo blue,
to think that some poets had respect for what I do.
I'll give you leeway but next time I won't be so lenient,
if you're worried about rhyming, don't because it's convenient,
Russia's losses have been greater with their Ukrainian invasion
Compared to nine years in Afghanistan, another miscalculation
Many towns and cities in Ukraine are now being taken back
As Ukrainian defenders launch, a devastating counter attack.
At a river in the Donbas region the Russians tried to cross
But were met with fierce resistance and suffered a great loss
An entire Russian battalion with tanks and vehicles too
Have met with a horrific end, as Ukrainian missiles flew.
How many more losses can the cowardly Russians take?
But they'll never admit, that they have made a grave mistake
Their substandard ageing weapons are being put to the test
And are no match for NATO weapons, which are simply the best.
The first war criminal is in the dock, and his trial is underway
For an act of cold blooded murder and with his freedom he'll pay
He'll no doubt serve time in a prison cell ,for a very long time
But surely that is too lenient and he should be hung for his crime.
Russia will never conquer Ukraine and it's a war they won't win
The civilised world is sending a clear message to Vladimar Putin
Russia's botched invasion has now caused NATO to expand
Two more countries will now join the alliance, Sweden and Finland.
Russia is threatening the West and NATO, saying it may go nuclear
It's just sabre rattling on their part and they're trying to instil fear
Even if they launched their missiles, it would invoke article five
The Russian state would cease to exist and they wouldn't survive.
Russia should now do the honourable thing and admit defeat
And for Putin to give the order to his forces, in Ukraine to retreat
Acts of aggression won't be tolerated and the west will not give way
And if you invade a peaceful country, then a high price you will pay.
Written 15th May 2022
It's the unfair society:
from lenient judges
to corrupt attorneys
and with some bad cops
who claim that their motto is:
" To serve and protect "
Oh, no don't tell me that I am crazy: I don't trust the Law!
It's an insult to society or to the ones who wrote it!
Oh, don't tell me that murderous thoughts
don't double-cross me to want to toss those offenders
into the slammer where they really belong!
I should be on that bench and give sentences
without showing sympathy or forgiveness!
One guy who had a bag of weed
was released the next day...
because it was his first offense!
It's foolishness...there were
two minors in that car:
wasn't it the fault of a lenient judge?
Hookers, so-called Ladies of the Night
are more protected than the ordinary citizens,
some wacko sees them as worthless beings
and kills them dumping them in marshes...
I am saddened by such murders,
but they don't lead a clean life!
Oh, don't tell that God doesn't have murderous thoughts like me!
But when some of one of them tap on your window, as you wait
for the red light to turn green, solicits sex for money...wouldn't
anybody have a murderous thought and give them a nasty look?
Oh, don't tell me that sex doesn't sell everywhere!
It's so disgusting to see ads with semi-nude models
advertizing for the big companies: it's the buck, not the morality!
And worse than that some guys watch **** as they drive!
O society so filthy and shameless, you have become so immoral,
putting away the Commandments that Moses God carved with fire!
It's wrong to hate a brother or sister,
and seek revenge with either curses or bad deeds...
slandering is not humane and compassionate;
if he or she did something wrong...show love,
don't have murderous thoughts! The hatred
makes the gun go off quickly and the knife cut very deep!
So goes for your neighbors, love them
as you would love your own and by spreading kindness:
darkness will be replaced by light,
and hate, ignorance and avarice by love!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Susan Burch's contest,
" Getting Away With Murder/Murderous Thoughts "
Through the whispers of the evening, when the moon weaves songs on strings of light,
Who has fancied that love is weighed in pearls of spoken syllables aligned?
As dazzling hearts follow their cosmic tango in an endless pulsar’s flight,
And hidden gazes cross in the void, just intertwined spirits, unseen, entwined.
Who dared to claim that grand amour wears the cloak of solemn deeds on parade?
It reveals itself dreadfully tender, in small moments planting roots so deep,
In the convulsions of purified laughter under the astral vault that secretly cloaks our union,
In the lenient silence that echoes more slowly than litanies of orphaned words, forlorn and steep.
No, our love does not mold its path in ephemeral gifts or in phrases that shine,
But it lies hidden in the embrace of fingers declaring silent serenades, in entangled looks,
In laughter bursting without summons, in the echoless symbiosis of quiet being,
In that spectrum of sensations more vibrantly jolting in silence, not tossed like books.
In the core of a world that bellows and blinks amid clamor and chaos,
Where words roll through the air, delicate but devoid of meaning,
You are my silent haven, in your canvas I smile, exuding serenity,
In the way your eyes roam as if they’re painting our great odyssey in the sacred eternal leaning.
So let me, please let me lay my eyelids above you, to touch you only with glances,
To luxuriate in the chapters of you unexplored, to dissolve the shroud that veils your blood,
Allow me to discover you, to embrace, to paint my love in elongated strides,
For the story we inscribe never halts at words, but in seconds that flow gently, without a lengthy thud.
Boston Legal raises jurisprudence burdens of proof to a more realistic level
Observant fans of Bergen, Shatner, Spader, David Kelley could be seen as rebels,
Savoring games of assault and battery on real life large and small actualities
Testifying every act negligent or malfeasance and trivial grotesque fatalities.
Opinionated obscure minds, open up objectionable hearts and bankrupt eyes
Negligently embracing the politicians easily spoken but perjured lies.
Larceny lessons from history's changing more lenient laws is unmistaken
Evidentiary episodes expunge the human condition without real exoneration.
Guilty grievances gain feelings of raw emotional desire for monetary recovery
Arresting allegations appealing callous affidavits of due process inspired discovery
Legal litigations of ridiculous actions sequester every man's cross examination.
For - Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show - poetry contest
Thank you David E, Kelley- creator of shows like Ally McBeal and Boston Legal. you stinker.
Oh, for the day that love found me.
Oh, for the day that love found me
Cupid fired and raised a wave
It dressed me in insanity
Took away, more than it gave
Reason went, he could not stand
The wild thoughts of my mind
No longer was he in command
No reason could he find
Soon after, Sight, he marched afar
His eyes could see no more
Beyond the beauty that you are
The love that I adore
Then Hearing too no longer fought
The shop, he shut, he closed
Of telling me what others thought
And, what they supposed
Emotion was more lenient
For he had changed his tack
With urges disobedient
He placed me back on track
And teacher Time did fair me well
To spend my life with you
He kept me under cupid’s spell
And showed me what is true
So, for the day that love found me
All that I can say
Along with this insanity
Gave more than took away.
R.D.Seal 3 May 2013
Written: September 6, 2025
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The wind does not knock—
it slips through the soul’s lattice,
a breathless envoy
from the hush between stars.
It strokes the cheek
such as a spirit reliving purity,
then fades away,
becoming simply a whisper
of a melody sewn into stillness.
My terms come apart
in the string of stems,
where faint words
weave between tufts of grass
that curl with hymns
that are lenient to say.
Birdsong flows
from lungs in rooms full of people—
a hymn to the untamed,
to the pain that hums
simply seeking to be felt.
Love, in its most genuine form,
surpasses the structure of cognition—
It resides in the root of air,
in the rhythm of the intangible.
No note is ever lost—
each tender tremble,
each faltering flight,
is archived in the breath
between dusk and dawn.
We save our dreams.
In the shaft of the Horizon,
in sparkles that linger
on the verge of entropy.
These are the germs of tomorrow
tumbling in the blood
of the eternity we dare to call.
Venetians masqueraded themselves to hide their identity;
their vagueness was allowed openly,
"Be a Casanova, a Shakespeare, a Hamlet :
all are welcome to join the banquet!"
" Keep your masks on, or you'll be asked to leave;
it's the Dodge's order: you must comply to enter!"
the doorman solemny speaks scratching his fussy hair;
he hears a mocking laughter to make his mood aggrieve.
"Dames can freely talk to their admirers,
whispers are allowed as long as they are sexually discreet;
they will charm you with their words...
while the Venetian's fogy moon adds splendor and conceal much deceit!"
"Must I remind all to keep your incognito for a stupendous carnival night;
walk on semidark bridges, follow moonbeams as if they were jewels!"
And the austere doorman continues becoming lenient to strict rules,
"Leave nothing to the imagination,be anything you desire: it's your right"
All the rhythmic beats of the heart were wet
The happiness of your return is in the happiest tears
In the silent cloudy pond of the blue sky of the green veins
My excitement enjoys a bath of nirvana
There is no pair of pigeons
There is no familiar thatched dome
The hunter-cat is also gone
There is no dance and chirping of the little birds
No bamboo dale where our imaginative ghost lives
The heart is the withered bridge after smoking the tobacco leaf
Now the smoke from the chimney is like a white cloud
Where empty notebooks are life's detailed conclusions
Your arrival in this open chin of the epic evening
Your feet touch the heart of hoary loneliness
No door, no window but your calling bursts through the darkness
The extinguished lamp is burning in this apathetic pen
Come, come to the atonal heart by tuning the Krishna flute
Come O Lady Lakshmi Swarupini, come to the soul soothe
Kindle that love lamp by the bit of your lenient heart
May the lost past will be treasured in the embers dart
©Mahtab Bangalee
January 20, 2025
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