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A small hair-thin gap; this got widened like the Oman Gulf;
Life, as though within the mouth of a ghost, did get engulf;
No look; no smile; no speech; deadly movements performed like plays,
Physique and psyche moved like monsters, in deserted ways...!
Did we have unfeasible assumptions and surmises?
Like water and vessels, do our hearts change shapes and sizes?
When you happened to fall, I failed to hold you, I know well,
Have you, at my rises and falls, ever at my side, dwell...?
You counted your money; I, mine; we never counted ours,
Spending each one in our way we established our powers;
Our promises failed us; from fidelity, we were far,
Each bore in our hearts the failure of our former love's scar...!
The bedroom was our furnace; we yearned to be out of it,
From formalities and show-offs, yet, why could we not quit?
Intimacy meant just impulsive expressions of beasts,
While our bodies met, our inner minds had their other feasts...!
We're, thus, dear, in physique and psyche unbridgeable chasm,
Unbridgeable? Nay. Bridgeable with some enthusiasm;
All that we need is the willingness to live together,
Bearing a bit of the hardship of each changing weather...!!!
19 June 2023
Ler her know, about spell, Gospell!
A Poem of Jibonananda Das
Intertwined light, through the lighted and the half lit dimmed
Not about a dream perhaps, perhaps among a tedious may
Not about dream - not about peace - not about love
A blossoming may for an unspoken, perhaps, also an unsung, just born
I am an undeniable denial to deny any more
And my hand receives the warmth, as the hand surmises
All day long, for so long, all long gone, of one little value or none
The way and the may and all about the say
seemingly so
seemingly so.
Who is the weave and the chant, as they weave along
Who will be the churn of this half lit, dimmed among
Of about all these and those, their say and may, as they say so
Who else will be there, anymore? Solar, a Vitamin D?
Who else will leave anymore for a miss understood? Semolina, say molina
All about and all, once more, again
All about and all, seedless or even a seed, sprouts
Those days and all long gone! Waiting for the harvesting season!
The soil and the sunlight, the scent
The water and the sunlight, the scent
An yearn to see the neon or the sun
A peasant and the full swing of rejuvenation
Who else will be there roaming on this earth, awakened?
Not dreams- nor tranquility-only a remnance of one among
Sensual, faculty, intellectual.
(first draft- incomplete)
Frantic pedantic Premier protects her precious state
Hides behind tree at New South border, sniper style
Midst of thriving twin city metropolis many populate
Her Highness surmises business will just 'rest a while'.
Interstate disallow brings collapse of tourism, fragile
Anxious Anastasia clutches her gun-like gate shut weapon
Nerve spasm tazer cocked in canteen lady arms, equipped
Rule of fair rationale departed with contagious 'Mexicans'
State edge clamp sees 'diseased' south folk promptly shipped
Nonchalance prevents her from acknowledging huge rift
Election year safety enforcer steps with extreme precaution
Teachers' halted work in next suburb, sense must warrant
Continuity, rather than months stuck behind rock hard border
Any Aussie citizen from outside QLD seen as fetid, foreign
Palache tazer flailer holds harsh defence stance abhorrant
16th August 2020
- I understand AP's stance, it's a tragic sickness, dire situation
Premiers are continually unwilling to consider shifting border
check- point approximately 100 kilometres further south
to a far more sparsely populated area, still 600km (320miles)
from Sydney, only place virus exists, in barely double digit infections each day.
*Image of God Smiles by Pixabay.
The Table is Yours
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
determined to make the best of my fill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
So slight I take, before greed rob sizes,
breeds avarice, made by my tales, instill
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
I treat my table for none, chastises,
scorn bugs cheer, I use, superior skill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
My views are all mine, other surmises,
Live whole, die happy, and I am uphill,
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
I chose my independence; it rises,
some ills my mood, nothing changes, free will,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
My metaphors used spell true life guises,
My mountain I fit into a molehill,
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
2022 August 03
The Alcoholic in Your Life
Might be the dirty man in the gutter,
Or your mate, so loaded he can only stutter.
She might be the loudmouth at the bar,
Or the woman who almost died,wrecking her car.
Sadly, could be your father or mother.
Cousin, aunt, sister or beloved brother.
Ages of addicts are no longer fifty.
Some eleven year olds, sneak drink at home, they think it's nifty.
Alcoholism begins in denial, first by the drinker,
Then, the fellow deniers: friends and family, too.
Unable to see where this might have a fatal end.
Our society so worked up over fentanyl and shrooms,
We scoff at them throwing the drug, alcohol, up in our bathrooms.
We've yet to understand all alcohol is a dangerous drug,
I know, not you~you really are not addicted.
Many die of this disease each day, deadly conflicted.
Call yourself blessed, if this disease you do not have.
Please do not laugh at these unfortunate blokes.
See that they get the help they need~
Stop kvetching over second hand smoke.
Alcoholics come in all shapes and sizes.
Attorneys, doctors, Hollywood, too.
Love needed urgently, not arrogant and unforgiving surmises!
Panagiota Romios
4/3/2019
Slim Fast
For the diet can not last
The weight that which we weigh
Is produced by the calories our mouth intakes
And if it is more cakes and bakes
Than salad and fiber breakfast flakes
The noise the scale's are bound to make
Are of a badly misfiring car
Rather than that of a well tuned athletic star
So the next time you choose to indulge in a chocolate bar
Instead of a carrot or a healthy yogurt bar
You chose to take a drive in your car
Because you were to lazy to walk
Listen to the way your thighs talk
And your bum sweats and boobs chafe
And the way your favorite old clothes no longer fit
And if you wear them the seams will split
If only gym and eating right
Was as simple as lighting a candle
None of us would have love handles
And fat and thin would mean the same thing
So everyone would be into the same thing
Maybe then when size no longer matter's
We could all choose partners based on who they are
Rather than do they fit into our preconceptions
Of size and what defines beauty
Imagine choice unbiased by insecurity
Choose life
Choose rather who is right for you
Not initially based on the beauty of there face
Or body size
The prettiest women I have ever dated
Scored at most 4 out of 11
But the so called not conventional or large girls
Took me to places no pretty girl ever could
And when the panting and boring sex had stopped
All I was left with was an empty vessel
Who couldn't hold a conversation
Unless it revolved around them
And paying them compliments
I would be forgiven for thinking they were shallow
But if it wasn't for the fact I choose them
Above all the other more suitable women
I cast aside
Because I put my own stupid personal pride
Above choosing someone worthy to Love
Just because the size does not fit
Doesn't mean you can not grow into it
Both people and clothes come in many guises
And no 1 surmises or gives out prizes
More than us and what is the fuzz all about
We all live in glass houses
We all pass comment and lament
Over choices other make
Its what makes the righteous shallow
And blow's Cupid's arrow
Many a time choose a different course
And so many couples in perpetual lovers remorse
Because it takes far more metal
To choose a mate
Than to please the inadequacies of our so called best mates
The first time I heard it my heart jerked,
And upon its frantic search I embarked;
The more I discovered the more the mystery it held,
And the more I guessed, the more it bore out all my surmises,
Until a victim to an uncertainty I became,
A prisoner to unpredictable surprises.
When I thought I's fed up with my wild fancy and turned to go
(I wouldn't continue doing the same thing for it had begun to bore),
The Name's mystery held me back
(Somehow my mind had to it permanently stuck),
And every time I whined that I wanted to leave,
The Name urged me a little more to believe
And assured that it would be my hope both night and day.
It proved to me that once you began the engaging play,
The Name entrapped the whole of your life!
And today I'm happy for my discovering a Magical Name;
Though it held me a prisoner to its belief,
By it I've soared all the ladders of opulence and fame;
Through it I've found for my life profound calm and relief.
TAKE
The opportunity when you see a need
To help out your fellow man
When noticing someone in great distress
Reach out with a helping hand
UNDER
The adage of humanitarian good deeds
Advantages are too many to list
For you, a feeling of great satisfaction
To the needy a welcome gift
YOUR
Mind surmises if the roles were reversed
How grateful you'd surely feel
Wondering how you would return the favour
For helping with your great ordeal
ARM
In arm you go forward to the future
Remembering why you became friends
Feeling a sense of contentment and satisfaction
Realizing you'll be friends to the end
©Jack Ellison 2012
Eloquent and festive in harvest crops,
Plethora of blossoming may,
O our adored land!
Immaculate in dreams of tomorrow,
Nostalgic of fragrances of yesterday.
A land, in vision, never second to none,
O, my beloved motherland, beloved of mine.
Amongst the moon, the sun and the planet and the stars
a running brook of so many enchanting words,
nowhere to be found.
Lightening in clouds, black and sweaty, as they are
wake up with chirping birds, lull to sleep with similar croon
Rivers murmuring with such a bliss,
And mountain top, with wanderer clouds lost in a kiss,
Where the emerald green of forest land surmises the gazing sky
Gust of wind along the spontaneous swaying field,
none knows where to be to witness again.
Branches burdened with blooms of floras,
Birds, hopping and chirping along the leaves lushing in green.
Humming bees, flocking in muse
They, tame the churn on flowers, honeys of a waving season
Gentleness together fused along,
bonded in a brother keeper motherland,
never a loser, never compromised
O my beloved,
I caress thy holy feet on my bare chest,
Us within a story
Chasm of my land of birth, I beseech my death in thy glory.
Keats’ Nightingale
The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism,
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.
Keats says that the nightingale exemplifies nature as active,
As bestowing upon all human beings meaning, sense and worth,
Since the bird’s song objectifies how nature truly is effective,
Fulfilled by happiness, and aimed at contentment and rebirth.
Nature triggers in us thoughts and words to settle and allure,
Offers us our language to dispel pain and find the cure,
And Keats contends that poetry, the credibility of its form,
Epitomises what nature proffers, a receptacle rather warm.
When you feel awkwardly suicidal with nowhere else to turn,
Nature lullabies you into your own sense, one you can rip and burn;
No controlled access freeways, no road signs for your safety,
Only soft, quiet communication that's never guilty of brevity.
Just as nature is beautiful, so Keats claims people as beautiful too,
As he uses the word beauty right in the middle of his nature exposé;
He referred to flora, the moon, the stars, the forest and what seems true,
Tnat song of the nightingale that's for anyone, as this bird is not choosey.
He suggests that light or positivity in nature means movement,
That the soft breeze dispels the gloom and mossy pavement;
Quantum physics does reduce matter back down to interactive particles,
In which kinetic energy can be mistaken for minuscule, motionless articles.
His mentor is the nightingale as part of nature’s whole,
No minister or clergyman to advise him on his soul,
Stillness and bird song scent his poisoned air surrounding,
And it is all but for the silence of that beauteous music, astounding.
Nature does not irritate him when he surmises and introspects,
But upholds itself in majestic grandeur with unquestionable prospects;
It speaks about life, your life, your daily happenings and exotic dreams,
And forever exists for us when sense is just not within our means.