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The greatest disappointment from broken promises in life I have endured
were the promises I often made to me
Smoking just one example for several years I vowed to refrain
regular three month stints of abstinence once eighteen months
FINALLY! At age of twenty six from this nicotine addiction I had broken free
From thereon, gained strength and now have have conviction
any vow to myself I could confidently keep
I had gained self love and self respect
searched within my soul whilst delving deep
I cannot a recall a broken promise
from any family or friend
Business deals yes. Most promises broken political pre-election
once elected that's where these empty promises all end
For this reason I have abstained from voting
which is compulsory in this country where I dwell
Never had much faith in government oppressors
or the propaganda messages they sell
Have I always kept a promise to all I've come to know?
Probably not. Too many years of living I am unable to recall
I now have conviction arising from self love
to assist others in need, follow through give my very all
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Pheromones fill the air as the males call the females to their abode
their abdomens linked tail-to-tail, and on the damsels' eggs the male seed are sowed
From thereon, dull caterpillars slowly transformed into exquisite beauties
then, to a new hope, many newborns flew, making gardens filled with cuties
She then whispered that before brightness, there was a very dark darkness~
so don’t give up on your life just because your present swims in starkness
"Learn from my life cycle," she further said, "beauties that once were can still be
so your belief in sunshine after this raging storm is paramount and key"
From then on, she became me, and I became her, and hope of a better tomorrow fills me
far from me, fear then fled—I face my problems with glee, from hopelessness my life is free
Drink with me coffee, black and strong.
I promise nevermore
To drink with meals a fifth of wine
Then stagger ‘cross the floor.
My need for thee doth rival thirst
For booze; you're both divine!
Jove's nectar's only in a book,
But I found thee online.
I sent thee late a rose-red couch
Not just to honor thee.
I hoped to lounge upon it oft
Whil'st thou served meals for free.
But thou thereon did'st only sneer.
And sent'st it back to me.
You said, "This thing is old and smells,
I swear, of booze and thee!"
Date: March 25, 2020
Title: A-Muse-Sing Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux
Trees By Me
Thy sun shineth
tis countenance,
Thy tree tis gift,
sparse tis expanse,
Tree girth aloft,
neath midst remain,
Flicketh light burst,
art windows stain,
Thy trunk weigheth down,
cradled youth,
Internal weaves
exploit thine root,
Thine tree who hath,
purged forth hugged vein,
Thereon, ventures
art tis thy frame,
Thine tree fabled
wondereth meant,
Twas learneth life begs
tests twas meant,
Thine tree till naught,
nor didst we toil,
Providence hadst,
springeth thine soil,
God giveth life
length thee savor,
Grace promised seed,
tree thus favor,
Seasons race,
due timely fashion,
Thy Divine hadst
shewn compassion,
Thy poet writes
praiseth said trees,
Songs shaped said tis
sweet melodies,
Tis fool soon cools
thine stubbled toes,
Twas well-rehearsed
endowed said verse,
Thy quill be rested
chapter close,
What said of trees
God truly knows.
2020 February 12
New Zealand all over Sea and land,NEWS
On blood bath of Kiwi ever since her birth,1856
On killing 50 lives settled to fight their bellies battle
“Land of long white cloud” mean New Zealand
How truth this? 50 bodies lined up on land wrapped in white cloth like cloud,how meaningful the name New Zealand?
All of Asians,Africans,Middle East and more some went on God’s path still their cars in Christchurch parked!
They born in their mother lands to die to go as martyrs in their new other land
Those all let their lives at God’s palace on a Friday,a day of festival of poor in prayers holding tight the keys of Paradise.
They all found their path to walk direct to Heaven on aqua made red carpets just stretched all over the floors of mosques of Christchurch.
Destroys terror any land but in New Zealand terror went error to make this all plus land so blessed!
By nature a mother loves her all children alike Prime minister Jacinda Ardern and her all 4.8 million Kiwis proved in public adding some more letters to the definition what is love,affection and what is humane?
The gunman Godse killed Mahathma Gandhi to become popular the gunman Tarrant proved Jacinda Ardern a good ruler!
In the short list of world’s best leaders,Nelson Mandela,Lee Kuang Yew, Mahathir Mahmoud,Imran Khan,Tayyip Erdogan now Jacinda Ardern to last.
Madam PM you deserve a Nobel prize but poor Poet I can’t reserve for you it until the vehicle carry it get reversed.But one I can say to God to serve you the noble!
Madam PM your right hand is so soft to slap on the faces of the world’s best!
Kiwis proved by action what’s affection and what is peace to this world Oh,Pigeons fly away Kiwis now for peace!
Hats off New Zealand,the UNO thereafter for peace,ensign of New Zealand to fly high shining the four stars thereon to shed light to all the four corners of the globe!
Waves of thought to the innocent mind come
if form of work is religion
why there are differences real fake
why someone is Hindu and Muslim is someone?
Why is there so much difference between the temple and the mosque?
people are dying and killing degrading religion.
why they are fierce one by one
some say my religion is real, some say look, I have done.
Why do people go to riots to kill other religion?
why everyone in the country and abroad killing in turn?
fire breaks out in the countries and hundreds of people are dying
today in Bengal tomorrow in India thereon.
This country breaks the mosque, the other breaking honour
storms of thinking stirs the innocent mind, hundreds up on.
That's who is my father, you say husband
and Tama call him dadu in love and affection,
can they ever be different person!!
why don't people understand to take a lesson?
That's who is the Ishwar or Allah, is the God too
why do people go to war thinking it's not true?
Tears seems like blood flows down through chin of the mom
sobbing in eyes in the memory remembering that storm.
That day she lost her husband; lost father her son
is it so her son talking such the sentences in turn?
Khokon is crying, his mom is crying and the poet's mind too
why is religion is so fierce which burns the soul through?
All them carry the blood red,same limbs, all them same grief and pain
victims like khokon and his daddy, is there any religion where is none.
Please tell the Labor pains, the story of birth
mother and her love and affection
there is no wave of concussion in love in pain
where is such a religion, can you tell?
It is absolutely true all they are same, as like as death is absolute
may you call Ishwar or Allah and the Rahim or Ram; same the route.
All of them are the same and the ocean of mercy
manifestations of world development are always indebted to them to put.
“Does the universe really rehearse,
emotes of heart before penning love’s verse?”
~ quote by poet
It had all makings of a masterpiece,
nuanced right down to the smallest detail
but the flow of symbols brought forth no peace,
to afterglow trailing the comet’s tail,
so fake adornments needed to decrease,
else maze of metaphors would make taste stale.
Soft sounds of silence, sparking like stardust,
bypassed mind and spoke directly to heart,
etching thereon light strobes, love ousting lust,
seeing thereby patterns of old depart,
wooing the void, in time gaining its trust,
that divine consciousness, then inks its art.
How may laboured breathing weave words of love,
when all save man know, grace flows from above?
Mount Jackson Mountain Mouse
Forever in your youth
As you scurry about, crevice to crumb
When will you know the truth
For the mountaintop where you reside
Is harsh as harsh can be
And those who dwell thereon must face
Its stark reality
Yet here you are alive, about!
Your daily tasks at hand
Unaffected by the grind
Of daily living at this clime
– It seems you’ve made your stand!
And made it suit you well, I'd say!
While we, we hikers – Summiteers!
Arriving with our daily bread
Fall into your grand design
– You do appear well fed!
Oh, Mount Jackson Mountain Mouse!
Though scruffy and showing wear
Of a life long-lived in the mountain air
However will you fare –
As well as you have fared, so far
And more, lasting on and on
Fondly in my memory
Long after you are gone
The soul of an woman is bigger than the sky and the sea
radiance of her heart is much more sweet than moonshing.
There is no limit to her glories
abundant compassion to nourish,
in every corner of world the civilized people, why do they humiliating ??
It is the holy place how do you think her as a product!!
her sympathy is supreme than the sky and sea and the God in fact.
Greatness is her ornaments
lotus is her eye to paints,
the land of tenderness; why are you touching with poison to contact ??
She is essential and she is the flame of life
it's impossible to sprout a germ without an wife
She is variant in love and passion
in service of race and the nation,
why torture her, why do you keep her in tip of sharp knife??
She is the Goddess and her words are the wave of ocean
sky lies in the lap of her pigtails as she is much more than,
her brightness is as bright as autumn
divine is her virtues in race of human,
Keep her in love, caress thee, don't fight but be a fan.
She is huge in form of incarnation and carries infallible arms in hand
the world is her creation and she carries the message of destiny of that land
she destroys in such form
sin and the sinners in storm,
worship the Goddess Chandi ; She is the destroyer she can buried you in sand.
In your land of sin light of fames are shedding
Chandi has broken out in rage and wishing war to bring,
her fierce rage will destroy all
the stars of the life will fall,
she is going to destroy her creation; each and everything.
Women are awakening be alert and sing; come down soon
our evil acts has reached at the edge by virtue of that incarnation
worship her to calm her down
we are already late clown,
today we are on the edge of the abyss; don't be bad thereon.
This is no mere rejoicing thing,
The sun does peep again,
It pricks the roads with beamy swords
And dries the humid grain.
The water gleams with golden sheen,
A mirror on the lake,
As if the glass in daylight burns
With ripples at its wake.
Today it is a warm delight,
The moment I thought so,
A dark and dusky cloud obscured
The pleasant morning glow.
At once it called its sable mates,
With wrathful vapour swelled,
They rolled and rushed, and thereon squashed,
But never, never quelled.
As if it were a true display
Of demons talking loud,
They deal in lies, and cleave the skies,
And wrap them in a shroud.
The gales possessed by unjust souls
Fly off a million miles,
The casements clack and clutter all,
Fall victim to their wiles.
Ofttimes it pours from unknown source,
Breaking the bowl of night,
A darkened sky is sundered by
Electric veins of light.
From thence it throws loud, loud bellows,
The devil’s dance resumes,
It rips and whips the boats and ships,
All earthly noise subsumes.
He grumbles for some unknown cause,
And rumbles all again,
It shakes the child with thunders wild
And ceaseless rapid rain.
He shouts, and clouts the unseen air,
While tumbles many a toy,
The fearsome din sprang from the sin
I cannot but destroy.