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Ordinary People
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walking on the roads hurriedly,
to reach workplace indifferently,
to finish pending work finally.,
saw a bleeding man callously,
looked at passing by people furiously,
and thought did my duty thoroughly.
The dying man could be wishing desparately,
to help him with a heart humanly.
What did he know,we have become possibly,
merciless than the reaper so grimly.
Have the time to take picture perfectly,
but not to lend the hand to help you readily.
Well ,could be anyone’s woman,child or anyone potentially,
to be in a state and watched on helplessly.
My status ranges from low to high endlessly,
and so does my education absolutely.
Do I care about these you silly,
am just like you ,ordinary people living casually,
unhinged,unperturbed ,going along slyly.
After all ,we are all people living so ordinarily.
Written and finished on:21/9/24
My mind a dislodged leaf floats away
on the quiet stream of dreams from cacophony of life
to a distant placid cobalt lake
soaking the azure dust of the sparkling sky.
On the banks stand the petrified trees
for the stilled branches don’t sway,
their shadows on the lake are unruffled
for the squall has stopped to blow.
The motionless mist hangs, a veil of dense solitude,
until the clouds descend and melt it away.
The drops of rain pierce the water,
dissipate the pain of the broken heart
in radiating ripples that disappear
in the calm water poised unperturbed.
They take my mind behind the shroud of stillness
to the serene shade of solitude
on the banks of the flowing dreams.
I plunge and dive deep within,
see my dreams weave at lonely depth
the tapestry of profound bliss for my soul.
May 31, 2018.
Tensile strength bonding us,
forever friends,
holding hands, eyes heavenward,
we three are ONE,
One with the jungle,
one with the trees,
one like the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost;
Glittering green and gold,
we glow,
standing tall,
singing hallelujahs;
Feet feeling the fractured forest,
we flash fire,
we are soul sisters,
we stand together,
united,
unique,
unperturbed,
unmatched;
Blending voices in heavenly harmony,
we create country canticles,
Hush! hearken to us
celebrating celestialism!
We've found what you're searching for!
Look up!
Light linking us,
lighting us,
lifting us,
liberating us!!
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Woolgathering
In the last hour of morning;
Far removed
From all the maddening hustle
And bustle of the day.
He's in a quiet place
Traveling
On his mind's time machine.
In comfortable supine repose
Gazing
At the roof of the sky.
A torrent of thoughts
Glide in his mind
Like swans on a placid stream.
A tranquillity unperturbed.
His sun-kissed smile curls
Into a crescent moon
As he conjures up
A litany of pleasant memories:
Falling in love for the first time
With his star-crossed lover,
A bouquet of forget-me-nots
He gave her in surprise
To make her soul fly.
The soft kiss from her
That aligned all the stars
In his night sky.
He's at home
In his quiet place where
His storied romance started.
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to show-case the assorted skills of poetic creativity.
Emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination,
the torrent of words flows with the streams of elation,
ripples as poems with the rhapsodic rhythm of heart,
yearning to become poignant pieces of reflective art.
Sensual poetic passion of soupsters enriches the mind,
while the mesmeric muses get eloquent as words wind.
Unperturbed by the cacophony of the mundane abyss,
perceives in the lyrical journey the feel of profound bliss.
The rhythm of exuberance envelopes the satiated soul,
permits the poets to flourish under lilting lyrical control.
Composed within the dissonance of dreary disarray,
perceives ecstasy in rhyming flight out of dismal dismay.
A genial platform for poets to make a mark that glares,
as the Poetrysoup recipes the souper community shares.
Kind of Blue…
Slinking into a still hue of blues
Haunting trumpets dart in and out
Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic
And cling like silk onto full figured rifs
When winsome modal notes wear sleek cobalt
Where soulbeats throb from smoky bars
Blue moods of so what
Sway like humid lovers on rainy nights
To the clink of ice in shot glasses
And afterhours shades of whisky, sweat and old scotch -
Smooth as muted cool
Luxurious tracks of indigo distilled intimacy
Stretch without strict resolutions
Improv exhales unashamed sketches
Of empty barstools and empty arms
As modes of blue undress into serendipity
When newborn sounds wrap limbs around
Old scores of stale melodic staves
Steady bass lines underscore mellow beats
Unperturbed ruminating pulse,
Slow percussive murmurs
Like rhythmic subways of all blues slow walking
With mystic measures of ebb and neap attraction -
A perpetual kiss slides slow into a kind of blue.
I didn't pen the words,
I didn't script the lines,
To extol her virtues,
To praise her perseverance.
They lay in my chamber,
Fallowed in my hind part,
I was naive with words,
Stagnant with its fluidity.
She stood tall like a bamboo,
Unruffled by life's vicissitudes,
Unperturbed by its tempest,
Unscathed by its inferno.
She pushed back the tide,
Meandered the clouded pathway,
She wrestled the assailants,
Freed from midnight's grasp.
Time after time she prevailed,
Until she took a bow,
It was time for her to leave the stage,
Pull together the curtains.
October 7, 2022.
Adamina and Everitt
Her rib it was before the Master lost the plot in evil Eden
when Bella Donna Adamina handed the fruit to her man
Deadly nightshade Everitt sensed he did not take God’s bate
‘I know my place she fights for women’s equal chances here’
Hell came first before the hedonistic pastures but the story
was fake narrative propaganda misconstrued representation
Wishbones candy apples fortune cookies when she climbed
his mountain unperturbed by twisted concubine conceptions
No blasphemous satanic verse but pages turned the roller coaster
and history of world ensued with passion’s flowers blooming large
18 March 2017
Narrative Two-liner Quintet from the Ministry of Truth
When I hold your hand, happily you trek along
Because you trust me to know where I'm going.
Listening to my stories, you hold my sight intently
Being proud of me, you consider me all-knowing.
Whether I teach or not, you always learn from me
For innocently you believe, I know when I speak
Yet, I am just a trainee learning on the job
Crossing milestones with immeasurable doubt.
Trying to live life, you may emulate and idolize
Hoping you never find out, how unsure I was.
I stand out in a crowd as someone you rely on
For I've been there since the day you were born.
Molding your talents you grew into who you are
Illuminating my planetary life like a shining star.
For you my child, my flame blazes unperturbed
When I hold your hand, you revive my aging soul.