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Quick don't make a sound step up to the table
Take these drugs and feel alive again
Everything you've ever wished for is just a pill away
Just don't let your feelings sway
The premonition is lost behind his eyes
Lay closer and let things come to life
The thrill has left a sliver of hope
And these livid dreams are helping you cope
Your bedside manner is lacking in a wasted time once lost
The profane and profound impersonate the rich and the loud
In a time where we all resist the hand that feeds
The breath of life blows out the candle of death
So take heed and don't make a sound
Creep through the darkness to search for the light all around
A ragged whisper sends a chill down your spine
Struggle to keep your balance she says you're all mine
Touch the water and let it cleanse your drunken soul
Let's make believe we're all something more
You'll be dead by morning's end
You'll be dead by tomorrow morn
Sing to the dead for us and grant them peace
Let them know that heavens been released
1. Rationalist
2. Compassionate, Righteous, Ambitious, Dutiful.
3. Daughter of Mriganka and Monisha.
4. Lover of Family bond, Genuine friendship, Versatile Nature.
5. Who feels Happy accessing success, not to Upset on failure,
Enthusiastic to meet Challenges.
6. Who fears Loneliness, Illness, Separation from loved ones.
7.Who would like to see End of corruption, Gender Equality, Humanity as
only Religion.
8. Resident of Kolkata, West Bengal, INDIA
9. Dutta.
Dad : My Teacher, Preacher, Guide, Philosopher in life album .
Me : Mathematician, yet exploration covered wide spectrum.
Best blessings and bliss of life are my two daughters to fulfill
my dreams and desires till date , offering zeal and thrill.
Both teams seem equal. Can we call this A and B?
Coin tossed; goal-post chose; both, lo, relax for a wee;
The referee blows his whistle, B to kick-start,
Players plunge into deed; wet lips of spectators part...!
Dribbling, passing, defending, heading, and juggling,
One could see each team for a maiden shoot struggling;
Offside - says the referee whistling; it's team A,
When inquired, and verified, the messed up hums: Uh...!
B kicks the ball out; the ref calls for a throw-in;
Midst a life and death game, matters seem tough going;
A gets the first yellow card; the referee says;
Playing rough! Within A team there's a blast-like whiz...!
When B gets the red card, A, like hyenas, laughs,
Each team takes pleasure in making the other chaffs;
A kicks, as ferocious as a wild ox; Ball out!
At B's corner kick, bullets-like fan-fair cheer-shout...!
Soon, lo, the minute arrives, when A kicks a goal,
Sure, each one of the team has put their heart and soul!
The score soon turns equal, with B's penalty kick,
Like wizards, oh, both start showing many a trick...!
Like a thrill-filled action film, is a football game,
With thousands of mixed feelings spectators aflame;
Each, as though in love, in the game heart endorses,
Passions of players, in watchers, gallop like horses...!
24 December 2022
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
If I could be a raft
I would gladly rescue you
If I could be a branch
I would float as close to you as I could
so that you could grab a hold of my buoyancy
If I were a rainbow I would shine
just so you
would feel hope
If I were a sparrow
I would lite upon the branch near
your window
If I were a Sunbeam
how I would shine down on you
If I were steel
I would be the girder of your house
to make it strong
I would be the walkway that never bends
and shows you exactly the way to go
and what to do
But if I ever was a pathway
I would always bend
If I could speak in a thousand tongues
I would speak to you in Latin
and French
and German
and Norwegian
speaking love in a thousand voices
And I would write
and sing songs
that no one has ever heard before
just to thrill you
If I could do anything
I would be something strange
but I guess I am
I would move waters to always be kind
and remind rivers to stay within their banks
and winds to always blow gently
I would kiss all of the toddlers
and rescue all of the children who are so hurt
I would reach my hand out to hold the hand
of everyone who's lonely
If only I could do anything I wanted to...
I would kiss you
but I can't
So I will dance in the rain that falls gently on my hill and be grateful
I cannot move mountains and I cannot quiet seas
But I can be grateful ...for all the beauty I see
Hello, Stranger, Hello Friend.
Want some joy that never ends?
Follow me to Happy Town!
Welcome unhappy thief,
stuck up snob,
mischevious
rascal and clown.
Step right up, do not be afraid.
Our happy pool is truly first grade.
The line was small, in spite of our shout.
Too many were leery, so many had doubts.
But the ones who believed stepped up and in line.
There were two of them, so fierce and fine.
We baptized them in the joy pool down from the hill,
We gave them unlimited turns on the glorious slide of thrill.
That was a month ago, but their happy attitudes and opinions are glowing still.
They went skipping and hopping back to their regular day,
their regular job, with their regular pay.
Come here thieves, snobs, stuck ups, racists, and clowns. Arrive your way.
Happy Town guarantees you can have a much better day!
Part 5 -- Si Monumentum Requiris …
Some tattered banners (from the Crimean War?
so who on earth was fighting – and what for?)
That Holman Hunt thing, over on the right,
with Jesus and His lantern – “I’m the Light”:
the Whispering Gallery, up inside the dome:
the opulence: as if a bit of Rome
had landed in gray London: Nelson’s tomb,
designed for Wolsey (were they short of room,
and had to double-up?) This is a place
to marvel at the fearless use of space,
the geometric thrill of pillar, arch and vault
in endless permutations! And the salt
which gives this feast its flavor? There’s no stone
or statue, stele, thanatory throne:
Sir Christopher, with modesty and tact,
declined memorials, but was in fact
the first man to be buried in this ground.
You seek his monument? Just look around!
Oh, the thrill of the annual school ice-skating races!
Back in the days before recent warming trends
good old Lincoln School (K-5), affectionately dubbed
"Stinkin' Lncoln," held races for each class in the
dead of winter, on an unforgivingly frigid Sunday
in January---I don't know how they managed to
pick the coldest day of the year, but they did!
We kids, we contestants, so looked forward to that
special Sunday, where we got to compete for a blue,
for a red, or for a white ribbon; and for the adulation
sure to be heaped upon us by proud family members...
But those poor spectators, our parents and siblings
who froze their fingers and toes off, if not their bottoms
and tops, waiting out there in the howling cold 'forever'
for an event that might take, oh, a minute or two at most---
And did I mention that I fell down, right on my face
at the start of each race? For five years in a row? Until
my very last race (5th grade), when---I fell at the end,
just as I was about to cross the finish line first?...Yet it
remains my most cherished memory of good old Lincoln School
Entry for "My Youth" contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
[ Form - Rap ]
( "Love's Survival" is a paucity. The proper dress is ice-skates and blind-folds. - © 1998 - R.W. )
what to do about Plato of late
the Greeks convinced
and about Pluto
lost planet status
he-haw atmospherics since
lost again when earth's bit brawl is done
say fie to sun and moon
who glaze your suspect skin
born of light
some bummed else
styles back up to air tumbles
traffic stumbles
write poetry
the kind
obscure agrees
always something sticks
as world goes why
unmasked
erasing blue
long after head-lamps cool
corners tangled fools
who think they may get rich
reform in morning phenomes
songs of lovely aches
all for your sake
maybe me too
The sorry state of stars
they dont know where they are
the mice of earth
haggle sparkle verse
the awful beauty breaks
to spell your name
music intimates
the crippled rain
or just wear a funny hat
identity looms
found exactly where
you thought she'd gather
how she longs
each winged gesture
plain or complete
to be anywhere
anyone else
assay
any New York street
a poem
or Heaven's Gate
of ladder games
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Notes:
1. Symbolic Poetry: A regurgitated commons.
2. Intentional obscurities wont thrill nirvana and bus fares remain alleged.
( cutting-edge technique for placing tongue in cheek ).
( a tooth-full... wouldn't you say? )
Each day... A page freshly written across the face of time.
Each kiss... A new excitement to thrill and tantalize.
Each touch... Caresses every moment with silent words of love.
Each syllable... Expresses the caresses that I've been dreaming of.
Each tear... Shines in joyous beauty through the sweetness of your soul.
Each smile... Uplifts and brushes softly away the tears of solitude.
Each embrace... Surrounds and protects my heart from ever losing you.
Each stroll... Brings us closer together upon our sacred paths.
Each star... Shines brighter to show our way at last.
Each night... I will love you, over and over, unabashed.
Each day... I'm grateful for you as our world slowly spins.
Each lifetime... We'll find each other and fall in love again.
Chula Fleming © 10/16/ 2013
UNDER THE CLEAR AMERICAN SKY
IN A SCHOOL WHERE FAR-OFF MEMORIES LIE
ENDLESS WAS THE HAPPY FARE
AT LEAST TO THOSE WHO ONCE LIVED THERE
SCHOOL DAYS SEEMED TO NEVER END
EXPERIENCES WITH FOE AND FRIEND
THE SMELL OF PENCILS, BOARDS, AND CHALK
THE TIMES WE COULD AND COULDN’T TALK
AUTUMN DAYS AND FOOTBALL GAMES
STUDY HALL AND BEST FRIENDS' NAMES
DANCES ON A FRIDAY NIGHT
KISSING IS SUCH A PURE DELIGHT
SUMMER WARMTH AND WINTER CHILL
TIMES THAT GAVE US SUCH A THRILL
SOMETHING NEW WITH EVERY DAY
LEARNING LIFE IN EVERY WAY
REMEMBERING YOUR FIRST GREAT CRUSH
THAT GAVE YOU SUCH AN LOVELY RUSH
WALKING HOME WITH BOOKS IN HAND
FEELINGS HARD TO UNDERSTAND
ALL YOUR SENSES YOUNG AND CLEAR
A FUTURE BRIGHT AND WITHOUT FEAR
A BODY YOUNG AND WITHOUT PAIN
ENERGY THAT HAS NO DRAIN
KEEP THESE THOUGHTS WITHIN YOUR MIND
AND TAKE THEM OUT FROM TIME TO TIME
THE FRIENDS YOU HAD ARE ALL STILL THERE
IN MEMORIES STORED WITH LOVING CARE