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Grasses don't stand against the wind
As their roots are shallow ,and stems are soft
They have to obey the wind
Falling to the side whichever It calls for
However, tall trees are different
Their roots are deeper, and stems are stronger
They would rather challenge
By their virtues of characters
And by their habits of dealing with nature
In addition to that, their lives are also different
The grass usually has a short life-span
Withering and flourishing in a year
While trees can live longer for several years
Then we will understand their philosophy of life
Grasses have to obey the wind due to their weakness
While trees challenge it by their strength
IF ONLY I COULD
If only I could turn back the hands of time,
at bends of my journey those mistakes done
or mandatory works whichever, left undone
might be sought out not sure, making life sublime.
To turn back the hands of time If only I could,
so many hurried decisions I had taken
under compulsion, situation to be shaken,
might be rectified not sure, to do what I should.
The hands of Time If only I could turn back
I wished not to let you go ever at any cost.
Nothing could compensate what treasure I had lost.
In sports of life I was thrown ruthless out of track.
If I rewind my past to analyse profound
I see, mostly I was victim of circumstance
beyond my capability and competence.
Even going back, I couldn’t change my background.
10/08/19
Second Place
'If Only We Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time' Contest by Silent One.
With You My love this world is colorful Place:Poem.
Peace is its own reward.
Peace is always beautiful.
Peace is liberty in tranquility.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is a colorful Place.
You are the crazy night,
and I am the yellow star.
It's a divine mercy,
that I have met with you.
After Madly falling in love with you.
I have learned the art of living in this beautiful world.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
I’ll be yours for lifetime.
if you just give me only one single gesture for real marriage.
Wherever, in whichever street I go,
I stumble upon your fragrance,
you are the dream that i see in every night.
our meeting was destined.
there is a divine light in me from your existence,
I’m a deserted sky,
and you are the moon.
Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
Living life without you is totally meaning less for me.
I donot want to live without you.
I have left rest of other paths,
I have just come for you only.
Your name is there in my eyes,
recognize this.
Everything else comes after you,
You are the top priority for me.
This love sentence of mine have value worth a hundred normal sentences of mine.
To cut to the core of the matter.
I’ll never go away leaving you alone,you must
know.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
I am the flowing passenger or traveller like a river.
and you are a silent shore.
You’ll never find peace of mind until you listen to your heart.
Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be.
You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Indisputeable world cricket champions of the west
we are indeed difficult to defeat in every test
The T20 game of sports bring the best players altogether
to compete between eleven players to see who is better
the sound of sixes rocks the stadium when someone makes a hit
alone this will tell you what the spectators love to see bit by bit
every batsman and bowler goes to edge to keep a clean fight
to carry their choice with a passion to succeed and be right
the Caribbean premier league takes place once a year
when teams are drawn in ballots for the gold to compare
In a time of five hours of battle the winner will one decide
by whichever team with highest score takes away the ride
the game of this nature depends on the one with the highest score
which the audience loves to enjoy and to return to look for more
Polar bears and grizzly bears cross over into each others territory,
and so occasionally polar and grizzly bears will mate and conceive.
The hybrid, let's call it a Polar/Grizzly
will be raised by its mother, whichever bear breed that might be.
If the Polar/Grizzly hybrid's mother is the grizzly,
the cub will be raised to scavenge carrion, graze on grass and forage for berries.
If the Polar/Grizzly hybrid's mother is the polar bear
the cub will be raised to stalk sleeping seals on the ocean's frozen water.
If a full grown Polar/Grizzly raised by a grizzly
were to find itself smack in the middle of strict polar bear territory,
it most likely wouldn't survive the night unfortunately,
because it wasn't raised to survive that way, despite it being a Polar/Grizzly.
I dwell in lonely plains among hills -
whole, with a cloudless sky over our heads
A green veil and a path of yellow jonquils
Encircling a few slow-paced windmills,
Where melancholy seldom treads,
Allow me to gather the midday shadow
Then borrow ashen leaves on the loam
pillowed between lodging roots that grow
on the bottom of the undefiled meadow,
dissipating awareness with the foam.
Ah, so close I am from persistent joy
Undisturbed in my relentless sleep
Smiling broadly like a contented boy
unpacking the casing of a new toy,
discovered in a hoard hidden deep.
Untold dreams do not age so well
Wrinkled by the chastising disbelief,
like a unseen worm within a fruit’s shell,
consuming the core with a sinister spell,
the full harvest can be lost to a mischief.
A butterfly made a deal with the wind
Uncertain in her surety where to end,
Even if the air’s blows are swift and unkind
She will follow, colorful and blind,
whichever routes her pair will send.
I Wanna End Me
It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games. Haha. Paint me like one of your Trojan horses. Why be sad that I’m returning home soon? Big bad voodoo daddy. Let me know. New Orleans. It’s likely that I’m a sociopath. But what would it matter? Chairs don’t sit, so why would I let the thought do so?
Mcguffins. Pilgrims. Plow rainbow serpentine. Turps. Wax on, doze off. I wanna kiss Billie Eilish. Her dead inside look matches my ensuite. Reckon she’d carry a lot of Bilbo baggage. As do thee unto mishaps. Perhaps. Hmm. Plausible. Ocean endeavours. Funny to think she’s younger than me. Origami. Murmur more peasant.
No board here. Rest easy mudblood. Whichever jumbo cup, always worth the diabeetus. Science, beach. Card master rates, deep down low. Don’t watch on acid. Reads palsy palms. Muster the leap of faith. Sow the famine field of bliss. Certified manga madness. Mango? Two for five dollars. Get like forty of em’. Fiddy bucks. Lez go. Who the hell are ya? I wanna know. Who do you think you are? Coming round here. Fancy pants.
Route 66 roadtwister? I don’t think so mister. Haha. Fly away. Debate the ways of the flying dutchman. Fly over yonder with thou stout in hand. Bound for the beasts riches in tires. Burnt rubber smells so good, not as good as keytamine. Tammy you little dinglebat. Rest easy little nymph. Driftking stands for doorokrats. Laundries. Coin? Denary. Tugboat the infestation. Retribution. Mortify. Grrrrr. That’s a growl. I don’t care. Zoo wee mumma. Throw that little Rat in a tub of acid. That’s nuts.
I found myself in darkened days
The forecast then was looking bleak
No matter how I tried it seemed
that I was on a losing streak
Well, losing may not be the word
but life had simply gotten dull
No light could ever penetrate
the gray clouds whirling in my skull
On one especially gloomy night
it was my turn to volunteer
serving meals inside a shelter
twice a month throughout the year
Then afterwards, while cleaning up
and nearly ready to go home
behind me spoke a tiny voice
the inspiration for this poem
This young black child standing there
of six years old, maybe seven
said to me "Thank you for coming"
which was spoken straight from heaven
He gave me such a loving smile
and then returned from whence he came
Choked up, I said "You're very welcome"
never asking for his name
While thinking of this little boy
as I drove home I shed some tears
as much for him as for myself
and all my empty wasted years
This precious one without a home
with no possessions to his name
had managed such a cheerfulness
which brought to me a sense of shame
This child opened up my eyes
and gave to me a needed dose
of cold perspective in the face
so now I hold my blessings close
All of which were right around me
all along, but I was blind
The things I thought that I had lost
that little boy had helped me find
Was that child heaven sent?
Perhaps an angel in disguise?
Whichever way I think of him
it brings a teardrop to my eyes
I pray for him from time to time
and never shall forget him, no
And when I'm very old and gray
my mind will find him smiling so
If I could speak to him once more
there's just one thing I'd like to say
"Thank YOU for coming, little friend,
you saved my life one darkened day"
Mike Wise
11-9-19
Hangovers do fester as belly grumbles pester just before noon
Jesters off their head after night on the tiles painting toon red
Close to fainting need a feed must get some sustenance soon
Shirking the headache lurking adored blackboard’s been read
No takeovers.. leftovers get makeovers morning and afternoon
Grazing stable biker at formica table amazing fable we croon
Not naff no faff or fuss caffs for all us riff raffs got street cred
Within we maybe a Lord or Lady not just bumpkin or buffoon
Before you got stubble or into a lot trouble bubble were fed
No fraud smorgasbord for flawed horde who applaud swoon
In the clover.. a pig in poo.. a cat with nip skip over the moon
Working class gets a VIP pass for a scoff then it is off to bed
PVC chairs in maroon & bottomless milky sugary tea a boon
Irking folks saying that the culture to which we are wed‘s dead
Won’t let become another ruin don’t impugn like Sting in Dune
Will last as hewn from the past for cast of many a loon and goon
Whichever combo folks bacon & eggs begs for a bit of fried bread
Tireless toast stacking yokes cracking the wireless a backing tune
Raiding yesteryear clips & dips in fading memory lane trips instead
Proustian rushes sprinkle gush us luxuriating in a lush laden lagoon
Savour as kids blushes twinkle with elderly who wrinkle like a prune
The history is not really a mystery as clearly is salary and calorie led
No tycoon flush on capitalist balloon spewn from a cliched cartoon
Flavour is not as posh or plush as that tosh we see over in the Med
Not cheesy or sleazy don’t tease me lampoon our cultural cocoon
Saviour for brave knave where good behaviour does favour fortune
Are batty if thrills of a patty or natty fatty spread fills you with dread
Park your ar*e ignore Worldly farce & take it easy in a Greasy Spoon
6/26/17
Skies with an occasional rainbow
While organisms and plants across the terrain grow
Just trying to take care of business and lay low
Whichever way I go
This is real life not no game show
Nobody is perfect and has a halo
Better late than never
Than to take forever
Put one foot in front of the other
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Be happy
And don't eat crappy
Take care of yourself
Or else
You may be in a state of poor health
Regardless of if you got less or more wealth
It was poorly written
Without any kind of vision
Therefore what made it different?
If a message wasn't given
Would anyone listen?
The fruit was cantaloupe
The sunscreen was banana boat
The nearby animals were antelope
Don't get me started
About something highly regarded
Unless you'd like to be departed
Underneath daylight or a sky that darkened
You must be a fool to think it could've been pardoned
Broke a curse
Above and below the dirt
While among so many folks on Earth
Regarding the entire gamut
All across the planet
In areas with or without granite
And other agates
Sky gazing
And mind racing
Faster than a heartbeat
In areas near and far from where people farm wheat
I don't always understand
Across the mother land
And world, didn't always have the upper hand