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When the weather change you have no one to blame, when the weather change it can drive you insane, you must prepare for every scenario and the flood water rising up to the corridor, always walk with your umbrella because you don’t know when there will be a sudden down pour of shower. It will soak you to the bone and leave you weeping and confound.
There is a strange sensation in the air that is causing everyone to fear, the vibes is not feeling right and you have to wait on the proper timing to roll the dice.
The streets are quiet and empty, and the soldiers are very unhappy; they are kicking the walls with their iron boots and the reporter is getting ready for the evening news. The strange weather is blowing everywhere, raking up dust in the street and breaking the car's windshield.
Rice is spilling in the street and ovenproof white rum is drowning on the corner, it is a cultural tradition that they practice to drive the evil spirits away. You can smell the rum from a distance and the wind spreading its fragrance all around and the people walking on the street and holding their breath waiting for the moment to pass.
Here they are again parading up and down the street, with no specific assignment and no proper engagement; they have lost their focus and their mind keeps going around in curves looking for that precision to honker down on the crown
When the weather changed you have to play your cards right to get out of the terrible plight. If you play dirty and win you will pay double for your sins, so read very section of the note before you load your stuff onto the boat.
We are definitely going this time and conditions ahead will be fine. Everything is signed off and paid for and the cars are waiting outside
They don’t know where they are going, it looks like this is the final call before the Christmas brawl begins.
The temperature has changed and the new breeze is blowing in cold air from the northern hemisphere and I hope that sooner or later snow flake will be flying everywhere so get ready to bundle up in your winter gears.
Beautiful floppy hat with a kaleidoscopic design,
You show up in the courtyard as I taste my wine.
Your wearer caught my eyes, she is such a beauty.
I wish I was not leaving tomorrow, but it is my duty.
I signed up for the navy before I met this lovely creature.
Recruiters got me hard and good, showing me a double feature.
I want to get her number, but kismet will have to be ready.
Right now, I am a seaman, shipping off, a guy named Freddy.
I take one last look at the beauty under the hat.
Is that my sister next to her? What do you think of that?
Kismet has a plan. I run over to say “hi”.
“This is my brother Fred, Sue said. “he is a great guy.”
~ Before you throw in the towel ~
Your pen is full of ink
The paper on which you think
as fresh as a mountain stream
All that remains is to dream
of a subject, a theme, a raison d'etre
with built-in rhyme, rhythm and 'metra'
This shouldn't be so unspeakably hard
yet I suppose every minor and major-league bard
has moments when he's ready to throw in the towel
or just glare at the moon, and begin to howl...
That's it! Go out there and howl at the moon
Surely then you'll sing a different tune
'Coz when push comes to shove, it's all about mood
and though it sounds trite, a good attitude...
So, write your heart out, my friend
Let all your hair hang way down
Your poems will be the toast of the town
A sudden light of hope lift me off the ground and lead me to where destiny is bound, it parachute through the clouds with blazing fire burning the residue from its tail, and clearing the space around it.
Oh what mystery surround this ship, it is built specially for the international trip, my heart and soul is wrapped up in it and I am determined that I will never quit.
It cruise through the darkened skies cutting through silent space, and I watch the stars dancing all over the place. It is magnificent to glide in space with your eyes closed.
Oh what wonders awaits thee, oh what beauty rests on top of the sea, I am looking for a soft place to land where water is dripping in the moon dust sand.
They tarry all night orbiting the space passing over the black hole that mesmerizes the human soul, who says that human live beyond the clouds, there is nothing in space except the sand on the ground and gravity turning the people upside.
There is a cosmic energy circling around that keep turning heads around, and strange objects are flying in space and black holes are opening in various places.
Black holes are among you, black holes are dancing with you, and the most mysterious cosmic objects in space will help you to save the human race. They are not literal hole in the ground; they are concentration of matter packed into tiny spaces.
They are still looking for a comfortable place to land as the capsule floats in the moonlit sand; they were ready to depart to the earth but gravity spin the capsule around and anchor it in moon dust pit.
The worlds light up suddenly and another door opened and they both find a comfortable place to reside in space and destiny kept them alive and they slowly transcend in space
Don’t turn around and leave me be
Don’t simply walk away
Put and wrap your arms around me
Hold me tight
Just please stay
I have yet to really reach you
Your darkness, that tortures you, does not frighten me
Your light, that torments you, is really not so bright
I sense somehow you feel that way for me to
Your wickedly wild thoughts have yet to scare me
I’m standing here wanting to be with you
Come what may, come what might
For you I’m ready, willing, and able to put up that fight
Even if your words worry me as they have before
You will not easily get me from out of you sight
Look deep in my eyes
You will see my truth
That’s where true love lies
No matter how you try to hide
That kind of love is never in disguise
Don’t be afraid
To take my hand
Let me lead us through for awhile
If anything it will make you a stronger man
Don’t let the distance comes between us
For it’s simply miles
Because you never know
I could be just the one to make you smile
"Stricken in heart over what might have been"
Anxiety settles as stillness falls
Quiet before the dusk slowly decends
Gratitude for a picture perfect pause
The doe's beauty within my line of sight
Birds chirp in the deep forest unaware
No danger from anyone; no need for flight
Deep within the underbrush noises scare_
Tiny twin fawns disturb silence with bleats
Waddlle over to mom for nourishment
All settles to quiet as fawns milk eat
Camera shutter never snapped event
Picture perfect scene set ready to snap
Gunfire rings out, camera drops, death entraps
First line a quote from Mark's sonnet..
Christmas Morning Santa
Christmas morning, and I, by chance to see,
near a mistletoe leaf that had fallen from a tree,
Santa, stuck knee-deep in the snow
with a puzzled look on his face and drawers opened
that revealed a hare, who, too, looked confused,
and timepieces melting away from the heat.
“Santa,” I cried, “What are you doing here?”
For I could only assume, Santa fell out of his sleigh,
and the reindeer headed for the North Pole alone,
after a long, arduous night of delivering presents.
He just stared at me while the sun cast our shadows,
and I hoped the reindeer would soon reappear
to take Santa home to get ready for next year.
***
Six months from now and it's curtains for me
I'll crash through the barrier of 88
I'll officially be old and crotchety and senile
Pablum after my morning pee
Oh for the days had no trouble getting dressed
Now I forget my darn Jockeys
Don't wanna share this bod with anyone else
Everything's become kinda floppy
Once had tight abs... now who am I kidding
The tightest my abs get now
Is when I try bending down to tie up my laces
At times feel like a pregnant cow
I grunt and strain and been known to curse
Saying bad things like, “holy heck"
Can remember those real naughty old phrases
Like “go to blazes” or “pain in the neck”
Guess six months won't make a hugh difference
I'm pretty well ready for the pasture
One thing I've noticed since reaching “maturity”
Time seems to be going a lot faster
So here's some advice for all you young'uns
Enjoy life while you still can
Before you know it, the darn jig will be up
And you'll just be an also ran
SUN or MOON?
Two drunkards were not aware of morning or evening.
On one corner of sky full yellow disc was shining.
First one was prompt to show ‘Sun is about to set.’
Second one objected ‘Moon is glowing its best.’
Both quarrelled but right answer was totally missing.
On the spot third drunkard was seen to appear.
Both approached to get the correct answer.
First one told, ‘See, Sun is going down.’
Second protested ‘Moon wears golden crown’
Third one listened and tried to make clear
Third replied ‘I am full and going to burp,
but ready to explain you clear and sharp.
I reached this area just today noon
I know neither Mr Sun or Miss Moon
How can I say who is going down or who is rising up?
04/08/16
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For Mothers
The Taveta Golden weaver treats her littles so dear
warms her nest as she's always there.
Even when in distant search for a meal
her protective covering; she ensures they wear
so as to be absolute; she's always near.
Her compassion; she invests in me
with each and every tear
which has an unbelievable healing power
resurrecting me and making my problems mere.
Despite facing the Lion's Den in fear
unhurt; we pass through such furnace year after year
and even though considered the most fragile and delicate
the weight she carries, no one can bear.
I'm tossed all around from rock to humous
and trapped in the abyss of termination
as the Demon of death valley makes my end so clear
with no hope, I curse and swear
ready to face the worse,
with horrifying sounds of disaster I hear,
but guess what! My Mama appears.
She's a priceless godess not renowned
nuturing me to be the best in town
her protective arms; my invaluable crown.
Despite sometimes giving her reasons to frown
and embarrassing her like an annoying clown
she's still ready to lay her life down
making me sail through in safety
in the expense of her drown.