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Pong
First commercially successful
Video game technology
Pong arcade video game
Made by Atari
Loved by millions instantly
Started an 80 billion dollar industry
Pong -no Ping-
Just Pong
Simplistic graphics still astound
Mesmerized by the sound
Blip
Blip
Pong, blip
Blip
Pong, blip
Pong, blip
PONG!!!
Hah! Point made
In the shade!
First to eleven
In Pong heaven
Blip
Blip
Pong, blip
Blip
Pong, blip
Pong, blip
PONG!!!
A social lubricant it became
Relationships formed
Playing the game-
Rocking to our favorite songs
Staying awake all night long
Taking turns playing Pong
Pong -no Ping-
Just Pong
Love with what is more than love for sure,
infatuated with someone contemning every cure.
Telling new necessities about one self,
playing the game with nothing to loose on behalf.
When love is the master towards perfection
the songs as food fact realization.
Evening stars that cannot forget,
true adventure by moons reflection set.
Holding hands always at mind,
butterflies proves sensation entwined.
Making miracles possible by the moment,
mirrors of the soul component.
By that touch of poetic vision,
shaped and fashioned by those decision.
No sleeping with that sensation reality,
wild dreams and its ravishing gravity.
Beauties as love what can you do,
possession in freedom nothing short of brew.
Sensing eternity in pious time,
and tears speak what the heart can’t say.
Hidden beloved mysteries in ecstasy,
courage greater still of certainty.
Souls unite at the meeting of a glance,
shattering truth and virtues trance.
For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!
*Image of Hands In Mine by giphy Ruoloc.
Of A Chasten Kind
We were both in the advent moment,
In appreciation of our wants and likes were similar,
A comparison game we played,
For our desires was for another time to ponder away,
Per 'carpe diem' 'twas the name of the game,
Forthwith we did not gamble our sins,
Be another day to filter away,
And not by a whim to spin on a dime,
Yet heads or tails were a game played by one,
For in all due process, one of us had jumped the gun,
The noose was tightened and hung high,
Too high for me to judge righteously,
For my heart was still playing the game,
Not knowing you had stopped all the same and baited,
For but to steal a chance and awaken a sleeping giant,
And kindle a spark hoping to inflame a forest,
A dampen moment ill-gotten,
Gained clarity in way of doubt, the distance made short,
Apparent left speechless and a heartbeat nevertheless,
Could not perceive eyes belonged to another, claim abandoned,
The transparency ended, a future made errantly,
Lost soul took flight ends the tryst e'er made,
Now one doesn't play anymore,
For being alone 'tis no game at all.
Revised Date: 2020 March 18
Original Date: 2019 May 07
The good old days
lost like the ancient
city of artatica,
concealed in growth
of youthful strenght.
Yet fresh like new
mead
it is in my memories.
By day we go sand-
molding
by the eve we go to
the field hunting
hoppers.
By night, stil we are
seen around grandpa
light
hearing tales of
unknown source.
During moony nights,
circles are formed,
playing the game of
the lost child of the
widowed woman.
And at times we
were driven by the
magic of the great
kelekele, running and
enjoy being cheased.
In the morn' we ran
out of door like a
cascading waterfall
with body bare as
adam and yet lacking
nutrents of shame.
The rabits, crikets,
palm cannels,playing
games of the koto
shells, hunting wild
berries in june.
All these are bye so
soon,
covered in the
inreversable change of
physical growth.
Its just once for each
stage, be the best
whatever stage you
are.
(c) copyright faith .u.
Edoja.sun 30 mar.2014
As a non-golfing husband I revel at tales
Of sunshine filled days chasing small balls,
Some in the rough others in sand,
All these brave girls fighting nature's pitfalls.
I hear of the times the flock of wild ducks
Hindered a drive that was perfectly hit,
And what of those trees that magically moved
With a subsequent shout 'I just want to quit'.
But then I'm regaled with feats of great skill
Such as the time a Birdie was made,
Out comes the flask, big glugs all around,
Magical moments that no-one would trade.
They say Golf's a passion a lifelong pursuit,
One day may be heaven the other pure hell,
Neither cool mornings nor that full midday heat,
Apparently stops that will to excel.
Yet there's one thing I notice each week,
Yes the real pleasure from playing the game
And what's not to like from those magical views
But without one's good friends the day's not the same.
So to all poor Golf widowers awoken by shrilling alarms,
Then never quite knowing what time we'll see our fair brides,
There's a much higher calling we can but embrace,
'Happy wife happy life' the true gift this pastime provides.
I never thought of love as a game of chance
Only that we were forever bound by romance
Didn't think it was a gamble to fall in love with you
until the interest on my losses quickly began to accrue
I intended to play the hand that I was dealt
but nothing eased the grieving and pain I felt
I didn't see it coming. I didn't hear thunder's roar.
No time to brace myself from being swept offshore
Fate shuffled the deck, and you got the joker,
A wild card you used as if we were playing poker
Your actions made me falter, wobbly and unsteady
but to walk away from you? For that, I was not ready
I'd already thrown my ante upon the table
and kept playing the game as long as I was able
but I had no seat belt to buckle; no life vest found
I couldn't prevent myself from crashing to the ground
I was unprepared to lose; no time to be braced
against grief and heartache with which I was faced
The stakes were much too high. Should I raise or fold?
I said, "I'm all in." No longer was I willing to be controlled.
I braced myself when you replied, "I'll call."
Never did I think I'd feel so vulnerable or small,
Despite the odds, I steeled myself to see your hand,
but what I saw was fear in your eyes once mine was fanned.
You tried to bluff me with just a pair of kings.
If you felt the need to win, take my wedding rings
You're nothing but a loser, and I'll have the last word.
I've won back my heart before more sorrow was incurred.
You better brace your ego, now that you're alone,
reaping calamity and regret from seeds you've sown.
Love should never be a gambling game that people play.
Your betrayal impacted my life, but I survived to walk away.
June 6th, 2022
This or That, Vol 12 Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
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Exhausted playing the game of shadows,
we chose silence seeking blissful meadows
but here too the ego was manifest,
cajoling us to act at it's behest
by adopting a this or that practice,
doership confined to a thought form lattice,
seeking ascent, by thinking, not feeling,
heeding not cry of soul needing healing,
until by grace, we let go of this need,
melding head with heart; love our sturdy steed,
whereupon we vaporised like a mist,
since we had completely ceased to resist,
enabling polarities to dissolve
in the cauldron of love, that we evolve.
08-October-2022
You always think on everything bad,
feeling one mistake will cost all you have,
seeing all sides until it’s too late,
if not satisfied then you just wait,
while other men are playing the game,
half as good as you but winning all the same;
when you can seize it at any time,
overthinking things ain’t always wise.
Get the lead out, get the lead out,
get the lead out, get the lead out,
time’s running down, there’s no doubt,
get the lead out, get the lead out.
Get the lead out, get the lead out,
get the lead out, get the lead out,
time’s running down, go seize it now,
get the lead out, get the lead out.
You always think that it’s too much risk,
only a mad man would dare to do this,
you come up with plans for the right time,
only to see all of them pass you by,
Sometimes you must act fast, on the wing,
stop the damn scheming, just shut up and sing,
the world doesn’t wait for any man,
so take your best shot with what’s on hand.
Get the lead out, get the lead out,
get the lead out, get the lead out,
time’s running down, there’s no doubt,
get the lead out, get the lead out.
get the lead out, get the lead out,
get the lead out, get the lead out,
time’s running down, go seize it now,
get the lead out, get the lead out.
Play it for the business,
play it for the fun,
play it for the people
until it’s done.
Sing it for the future,
sing it for the now,
sing it so the people
can hear it loud.
Rock it for the pleasure,
rock it for the fame,
rock it so the whole world
will know your name.
Do it for the glory,
do it for the thrill,
do it now ’cause so many
never will.
Get the lead out, get the lead out,
get the lead out, get the lead out,
time’s running down, there’s no doubt,
get the lead out, get the lead out.
Get the lead out, get the lead out,
get the lead out, get the lead out,
time’s running down, go seize it now,
get the lead out, get the lead out.
Verse 1
Golden hour, striking poses,
Glistening skin, fake tan, hiding pure intentions,
Half-hearted beats, staccato smiles,
Stiletto heels, prowling through the night.
Verse 2
Genuine gestures, covered by false lashes
White steeple houses, steep heels, straight laced blues,
Filtered skies, trimmed hedges in view,
The calm within me feels so far from you.
Chorus
In the city lights, we’re chasing dreams,
Hiding in shadows, unraveling seams,
Caught between the highs and lows,
Falling in love, falling apart, who knows?
Verse 3
Reluctant opportunities, wild hearts blame,
Oversized trousers, playing the game,
Downcast eyes, judging fears inside,
Hiding the clown that I can’t abide.
Verse 4
Star rising, falling debris,
Brewing hope while I’m losing me,
Pompadour dreams in disheveled hair,
Pulling the weight of a love laid bare.
Bridge
Hope escapes with the sunset’s glow,
Waking up to coffee, struggling to know,
Feral eyes searching for love in disguise,
Dreaming of futures that never arise.