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Premium Member No Love Like a Mothers

Every time I look at your hands,
can't help but feel a little teary.
Fatigued from the struggles of life,
your eyes have become so weary.

We will always have that special bond,
no one has loved me with such devotion.
I'm sorry for not expressing it often,
sometimes, I struggle to show emotion.

You stood by me, while I was suffering,
so many sacrifices you have made.
I found success in your sacred refuge,
not one moment I would change or trade.

You know I'm always here for you,
but, so stubborn you never ask.
The day always has enough hours,
nothing for you is too much a task.

Nobody could ever replace you,
nor have your soft aroma or touch.
Thank you mum for being so precious,
always remember I love you so much. 

Silent One
Originally written 23 April 2016

Dedicated to all mothers on International woman's day
and Mother's day in some countries.
It is on 11 March in UK.
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Form: Rhyme


Flow River Flow

Flow River flow 
Flow from the serene mountain tops
Amid the lush green trees or barren rocks
We know you will never stop
While grinding those stubborn rocks
Which always tries to hinder your flows
As obstacles like rocks tries to stop our life
But confidence and our faith breaks them and grinds them fast 

Flow River flow 
And never wait to grind them in pieces
Always continue your non stop watch
To provide us nectar like water and life
Not only to humans, but to the whole world lot
Including the fields, forests and plants
Without forgetting animals, birds and every single insects
Which are your darling children, you always give us a lesson 
Not to get tired like a River and continue our strife
Till our journey ultimately get mingled and lost 
In the vast sea of life

Ravindra 

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Entered for Flow River flow contest sponsored by Brian Strand

Kanpur India 6th January 2010
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Notebook

Notebook, my dearest old friend from the past,
I know you feel abandoned and disgraced;
Times drastically changed and progressed fast,
I traded crafted notes for databased. 

Convenient and prompt, with click and scroll, 
Personal handwriting now obsolete. 
I am ashamed to tell you -“select all”, 
Then paste and writing mission is complete. 

Do you remember calligraphic pain 
I endured with unwilling, awkward hand?! 
With letters dancing backwards, seemed in vain - 
You were the only one, who’d understand. 

I made mistakes, you laughed, you didn’t fret, 
I rubbed you the wrong way, that was in style,
I even spilled and got you soaking wet - 
You turned another page with a dry smile. 

I miss those days when over you at night 
I confided my secrets into you, 
And shared my happy moments with delight, 
When stubborn words did not comply, I drew. 

I note with pride what a great book you’ve been! 
But please let’s keep between us what you’ve seen! 

March 21, 2023

Sponsor: Constance La France 
Contest: Notebook
Form: Rhyme

Hide of Tyke in Hold

Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue 
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed 
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary 
Black backed in breachers 
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation 
Emulsification and hearty sniff of 
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds 
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw 
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow

5//5//2025

Premium Member The Only Star For Me

The only star for me 

Is a split binary, that cannot agree
Tearing me apart, within this melee
From the moment, of man’s creation 
Forever open, to lame interpretation 
Was I assembled, in a solar system 
Inanimate, and lacking any wisdom 
Brought to life, to fill a Gods quota 
I haven’t got the faintest clue or iota
Heavy elements, and dust coalesced 
Later on, wise men attempt to process

Spoiler alert! I’ll tell you what I know 
Science and religion, puts on a show
Orbiting each other, huge quandaries 
Crisscrossing our human boundaries 
Why can’t gravity, bash them together 
If not for worse, definitely for better 
In a supernova blast, releasing sense 
Knocking me off, that stubborn fence 
Burning away, every bit of my doubt
Or is this failed star, never to find out 


By David Kavanagh 
11/07/22
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member I Would Not Go Easily

The Grim Reaper gave up
So he sent his most fierce three
Their goal was simple
To scare the bejeezus out of me

I am hardheaded, and stubborn.
I was not about to go easily.
They learned the hard way
These so called fierce three

Sure, Reaper, send them when I am asleep.
Lying here, innocently, alone and unprotected.
I am not one to wail, keen or weep.
Yet I did not do what these entities expected.

The evil thoughts they tried to instill in my head
And the hateful ideas they tossed my way,
Were quickly thrown to the floor off the bed.
You see I was not born yesterday.

These three stopped laughing and began to moan.
They did not realize how hard my death was going to be.
Grim Reaper showed up and rolled his eyes at these crone.
I told you she would not go very easily!

The Ultimate Treat

My gorgeous sweet Bill Bulldog
There will never be another
So handsome was his visage
A phizog loved only by his mother 
For some folks thought him ugly
And shied away in fear
Never gave a second glance
Never coming near
But first impressions can be wrong
For he was such a dear
A sweeter personality 
I’ve never seen ~ I’ve never found
A British Bulldog’s only flaw
A stubborn streak, but nothing more
The worst thing Bill would ever do
He’d place his head upon my knee
And lovingly gazing up at me
He’d spy my legs were free from clothes
He really loved the taste of those
Lovingly licking down to my feet
To him this was the ultimate treat

So please I ask don’t ever judge 
a book just by its cover
Open up your mind 
And be surprised what you’ll discover 
Unconditional love 
from the sweetest breed I ever had
For each and every single time 
I opened up my door
Bill was there to greet me 
Sadly Bill is there no more

Written 30th September 2019

4th PLACE
Contest Name: Write a Rhyme about your favorite PET living or not
Sponsor; Regina Riddle

26th December 2019
Contest:STRAND SPECIAL 10,
Sponsor: Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member TIME TO SAY I’M SORRY


Do you feel you must really say sorry,
Or are you flippant, don’t give it much worry,
Do you feel out of obligation you must
Say sorry, believe me, that’s not very brainy,
Does your heart want to break if you don’t,
Or do you simply think, why should I, I won’t,
Have you been taught as a child to regret
Do others feel bad, as this idea you reject,
Try to never let sorry linger,
And have a blaming finger
Pointed at you, do you maybe 
Have a secret to share,
But think, how would I dare,
Have you have had an affair as you could 
Not resist temptation,
Then my friend you surely need redemption,
Are you not able to sleep at night, 
Feeling guilty,
Are your parents to blame, did 
They not give you a much needed
Loving home with stability,
One needs this this caring and sharing,
Otherwise making any decision
Becomes somewhat blurred,
Maybe to others you have been unkind,
Remember that night you forgot to feed
Your blind dog Lassie,
And  in a moment of anger triggered by guilt,
You swore at your neighbour next door,
Or stole money from your best friend 
And hid it under your carpet tiles 
On the floor,
Did not speak to your mom or maybe dad 
For six months, and she or he cried, 
As a little of them died,
But you were too stubborn and too angry 
To end this disagreement,
They have all their life tried, 
Good or bad you may think, 
But always on your side.
Whatever you have done or said,
It is important that this drama should end,
Say sorry to those you have emotionally,
Hurt, and with your heart and soul, ask to be
Forgiven, cuddle and love your blind dog,  
Do all of this during today or tonight
Before you go to sleep in your bed,
Experience a watershed moment,
Make your choice count,
For we have been given the gift of choice,
We have a free will and have been granted
Logic, our omnipresent God is ever so kind
But don’t let him loose his cool,
He knows who you are,
You know what to do, you are no fool.
god

The Nearer Peace

The nearer  peace,more savage are the acts
Abhorrent to the atheist in us all.
History, undigested ,splits and cracks

As we whites  did evil to the black
With little difference, hate  for glory calls.
The nearer  peace, the more savage the acts

All of us can  disremember facts
Israeli hands  have gripped and then appalled.
History, undigested ,splits and cracks

As ,with Bomber Harris, Dresden packed
Burned  like grass the refugees to ghouls
The nearer  peace, the more savage the acts

We deny the  healing  we have lacked
For Jesus' Jews we let be killed ,de-souled
History, undigested ,splits and sticks

Palestine’s own Arabs are  ill ruled
And in return,  explode  like stubborn mules
The nearer love, the more  the  hatred whacks
History., inconceivable,   directs

Premium Member The Good Heart

Good Heart

I cannot support but stop and look at the caring, lost love.
Are you upset by how affectionate it is?
Does it break you apart to see the lost love so compassionate?

I cannot help but stop and admire the tenacious, civic courage.
Are you upset by how dogged it is?
Does it break you apart to see the civic courage so stubborn?

Pay attention to the dear,
the dear is the wooliest innocent of all.
Now hairy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the dear is flocculent.

The marvelous mercy is not small!
The marvelous mercy is exceptionally bigger.
"Clemency," said the marvelous mercy,
And "clemency," then "clemency," again.

A life, however hard it tries,
I will always be sober, ultimate, arrogant.
Does life make you shiver?
Does it?

I cannot help but stop and look at the mighty, spontaneous, deceptive cheer.
Does the cheer make you shiver?
Does it?
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