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Love is everyday,everywhere,anytime I whisper sweet secrets in your ear
It is not wanting to be anywhere without you not being there
Love is more than a feeling ,where emotion is only a companion
It is a repeated choice to commit,to devote,my time and myself
It is a monsoon of strength which goes way beyond buttered words
It goes to moments where at my weakest,my morals won't fail you
love begins when the honeymoon ends.
It is about still yearning to hold you after a sweaty fight
It is about looking into your eyes and wanting your child
Love is not about flowers or chocolates,nor valentine
It is about feeling helplessly crazy about you
Giving you space,yet knowing you'll always be mine
Love is not about fairytales and a happily ever after
It is about sharing our sorrows and laughter
Love is being there through sickness and health
blissed moments and wealth,through heartbreak and pain
Its knowing I'll find you,Its knowing you'd find me
over and over and over again.
Happy Valentine's day,everyday!!!
Dedicated to my husband...
My lady and I have gone for an amazing ride,
Some bumpy, few curves, some narrow or too wide.
The path we're trudging is steep up hill,
Fear not coz we haven't lost any hope still.
The cost to live gave us a big bill;
But sooner or later, our kitty's will fill.
The world has come to this covid standstill,
But our work continues like a windmill.
It's a routine to have this daily drill,
The secret to success has no magic pill.
My wife's my heart and she is my only will;
She's worried a little, but I tell her to chill.
Coz even if she falls, I'm there to hold her still;
Our morals are high so the goals we set would never ever quell !
VijayG
Like nations many, at Central South Asian seam,
With its roots in the Paleolithic time stream;
Home of cultures, habitats, and martial movements,
Lounge of Arab, Muslim, British, Greek amusements...
Empires many, like spiders, yearned to spin in; Failed!
On this graveyard of states, like cruise of pride, it sailed;
Through tempests, there were Taliban-tornados too,
Like bones in flesh, these turned, Afghan's unending woe...
Hospice of faiths like Zoroastrianism grew,
Great Islam, yet, like an umpire, sharp whistles blew;
Resurgences, like monsoon rains, showered and tried,
Goondaism, like winter-sun, its nature did hide...
Like vampires, bloodthirsty; powers ever to gain,
Inflicting Afghanistan, never-ending pain;
Traps of Taliban, hidden, grew long hate-stretching,
Provinces fell free in their hands fast, fear-fetching...
Afghan, like day's dew, turns the Islam Emirates,
Ethics... morals, like thieves or thugs, exit the gates;
Intruder hounds enjoy the game like wild hunting,
Citizens, emptied, exist like footballs, punting...
Curses of drought, flood, pandemic, and betrayals,
Innocents, like born debtors, suffer defrayals.
Let's not blame God or heaven or kismet or fate,
The cause of human fall is the human hate-skate.
Power-mongers, like leeches, suck blood and strive, thrive,
Powerless, like wrecked vessels, will ever survive?
Afghan, to the world nations, is a large lesson:
Tyranny, like Taliban, is troublous treason!
28 August 2021
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
O, come to our feast,
Suspend your drinking laws,
We've plenty of the Beast,
Guffaw! Guffaw! Guffaw!
This Beast is called Red Rum-
It's very potent, too.
Those who drink it-numb,
Their conscience runs askew!
It's the lifeblood of our Cause,
A right, a guarantee.
Our product has no flaws-
'It' wasn't meant to be!
Our Cause is such a lofty one,
The choice of all Elite,
Sovereigns have a lot of fun,
Red Rum is such a treat!
Red is our sign of victory,
Rum has the taste of bliss,
Freedom is our revelry,
A blessed drunkeness!
Red will mean a sacrifice,
But necessary is our choice,
Rum itself will not suffice,
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Who hails from yonder pew,
To argue for a life?
The thing is mere tissue,
Why cause us undue strife?
I have found your logic crude,
You morals, very rude!
Personally, you're a prude.
And, I'm really not in the mood!
"You have 'it' backwards, dude!"
We live in the shadows of our creations,
paying homage to a technological God.
Seeking truths hidden in the darkness,
hope overshadows reality:
creating a Disney-like fantasy world.
Mesmerized by the neon glitter of gilded cities:
we overlook their lack of compassion and pity.
Through our silence, we condemn ourselves
to a world without morals:
besieged by greed's malevolent personality.
And we pay a price for our silence:
fueling corrupt politicians and organized crime.
Bending a knee, we tend to pray one day out of seven:
though we claim to be people of faith.
Like pantomime actors playing silent roles
in the theater of life:
we're juxtaposed by the chaos that envelops us.
Like ubiquitous white noise, we're an incoherent hiss;
never rising above our self-imposed silence.
It takes courage to speak out
for what is right:
and many of us, only mouth the words
under our breath, in silent prayer.
Belief is the nemesis of uncertainty,
in times of torment we keep faith
in God's gift of blessings bestowed upon us.
In a world without morals
Children of summer seek refuge
in colder climates; leaving behind
loved ones in the care of the almighty.
In days of Devilish darkness,
sad stars hibernate like somber souls.
Upon the return of solitude,
whilst shaping strings of silence,
a troubled tongue becomes a soundless voice.
Reminiscing unredeemed memories,
heartbeats echo gently at nightfall,
as a black blanket covers indigo horizons.
Shrouded shadows in manipulative mirrors,
shield the sensitivity of sincere speech.
Without words, embodied emotions,
integrate into invisible inflictions.
Perpetual pain from a poisonous past,
repeats in an unrhymed repetitive rhythm,
as fragile fingers trigger hidden trauma.
There are secrets in suppression,
with so much lost in a suicide of expression.
Spiteful spirits reappear, reflecting like
neoteric neon drops on midnight shores,
washing away forlorn forgotten footsteps.
Trials of time leave behind trails of truth,
as facts of fate fail in this false fairground.
Reflections of regret resonate a reality,
where the world is working on its own worries.
In hollow nothingness, no one offers holy hope -
only silence remains.
As snow covers frozen shores,
hearts look to horizons of higher powers.
Hope for a prospect of principles
from our creator, creates
realms of reverie offering refuge.
Lost in a moonlight dream world,
dormancy evokes pale hued horizons.
A serene scene of saffron, scarlet shades,
glowing gloriously in a devotional dawn.
After an advent of adversity,
ascending in adornment of appreciation -
born again blooms blossom to butterfly breaths.
Looking Back At Trump's Capital Assault Twice
From that storm-driven dark day.~
I saw rioters chanting U-S-A, U-S-A.~
And raging, raging, having their stay.~
Like wound-up robots with words to say.~
The mob-like lapped the Capital and its prey.~
Then raced through the steps of Trump's relay.~
For there they were under his spell and play.~
Like they were programmed to stray.~
Months after Trump's stop the steal came to a fray.~
When the mob took the Capital my heart was dismay.~
It was like watching stupidity, and horror in disarray.~
For there they stood casually in foul play.~
Waving flags, cameras, and de-pricing their way.~
Yet totally oblivious to the law and mainstay.~
This day needs closure and the puppeteer has to pay.~
Note-I wrote this poem on another site soon after the January 6th attack
back in 2021. What's sickening to me is that when Trump retook the office on 1/20/25 the very next day 1/21/25, he pardoned, and granted clemency to more than 1,500 people charged with crimes in the violent Jan. 6, 2021 attack. That was a sad day in U.S. history twice. It's a slap in the face to our country, justice system, capital police, and to all the law-abiding citizens, and especially to the children who have witnessed Trump's ill-fitted actions. Is this the kind of world we want our children raised? Where the leader of our
USA has no respect for the law, common sense morals, and good leadership. As it stands the puppeteer didn't pay. He's up there laughing at us along with his supporters ... and he'll continue laughing and being untethered because nobody can stop him.
Am not alone
She is with me all time
She showed me the way
Of life
She speak to me all
Time
Within her universe
Is The light of life
That Shines to my soul
She protect me from
Every evil harms of this world
She pamper me with
Her sweet air of life
Am not alone
Life is good
For she never fail
To amaze me
Am full of her power
her revelation
Is so great
My soul is holy
With her mysteries
Of truth
Am not alone
Doe I walk through
The valley and
Shadows of man
Made illusion
She guides my soul
With her wisdom
Am never by myself
In this struggle of life
Am not alone
Once I was lost
Searching for an
Illusion I thought
Was the best
Then life was too fast
On me
Then I lived with
A false system
Then I was empty
But not until
She came my way
And now my life
Is full with joy
Am not alone
She remains unseen
But here presence
Is for ever with me
I feel it all the time
Am not alone
She drives me with here
Morals
Now I write a rare truth
She show me her vision
Now I can speak a rare truth
She took me upon to her
Hills of positivity
Now I can sing with a
Deferent voice of freedom
She took me high
To the clouds of spirituality
Now i can fly like an eagle
Am not alone
I believe in nature
I believe in love
I Obey her principles
Through this
Am not alone
The Holy Land neath hammer blows -
is this what Jesus prophesied:
when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes
the sightless see a suicide;
when thousands fall like dominoes
the blind deny it’s homicide;
when women fry in thermal throes
the gents reject it’s femicide
when rockets slaughter embryos
the fools forget it’s feticide
when children die and decompose
the dullards doubt infanticide;
when bodies burn with afterglows
no one concedes it’s genocide.
Whichever way the west wind blows
leaves morals dangling, crucified…
I have something on my mind
This world has lost and needs to find
The good ol' days once again
Without it there will be an end
Human race and humanity
Will fade away, there'll only be
Violence hatred and no good
Every single neighborhood
Will only find fits of anger
We are all in constant danger
If kindness stays on decrease
And we don't get back the peace
We all had in days gone by
Lets all give it one more try
To find the old fashioned livin'
When all neighbors thought of givin'
Only love kindness and care
Friendliness was everywhere
Doors were openly inviting
No one bullying or fighting
What's with all this craziness
I am trying to confess
My hearts broken more each day
Lets get together, find a way
To get our great morals back
That this great big world let slack