Pure instrumentation,
a dance for the senses.
Full pit orchestra eyes.
This sounds so cliche’..
You give me butterflies.
Pure instrumentation,
touched by a silent song.
Facing complex rhythm
you have a sweet timbre,
flashing like a prism.
Pure instrumentation,
the more the merrier.
Nuance is the turnkey
to charge an ensemble.
Each note joins seamlessly.
Pure instrumentation
arranged for all to shine,
I cannot look away.
You dangle a hard hook,
all I can do is stay.
Laugh out loud: a good belly blast is good for the soul.
Lots of love: spreading it is graceful and fulfilling.
Lots of laughs: The more, the merrier.
Losers of Lazarus: Most of us but not me or you.
Luckiest of luck: Certainly, I wish this for everyone.
Luscious over luster: You really shine, baby.
Laidback over lackadaisical: I really do care.
Lots of lollipops: why not, I like lollipops.
Land of lambda: The 11th homie.
Look over lacuna: Look between the lines.
Did I miss any?
Lol
"the oceans are becoming more salty
our planet is turning into a complete gas chamber"-
to someone i sound like i am a case of immediate help
who needs serious knowledge on what a religious text has to say
you see the more the merrier is not the right saying
when it is breaking the natural balance
oceans are turning salty, trapping more devilish gases
coral reefs are dying that harbors most of marine life
climate change is as real as the death and not a hoax
its real as houses burning down from forest fire
its real as your world getting flood by floodwater
or rising sea levels that will soon reach your door
Grotesque, in its unyielding grip of the vehement soul,
A parody, a caricature, of mercy's exalted role.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
As scars accrue—like bitter frost life has lost.
Unsettling perceptions, now relics of savage years;
Movement on the frontline, dispel ancient fears.
As light gently penetrates each cell,
Spirits elevate, casting off the heavy shell.
Today's lessons fade chiaroscuro's grip,
Nursing the unseeking seeker’s shattered bits.
The Midas touch, sculpts the mind's trend,
Cotyledons blooming towards heliotrope's bend.
Endless gratitude, to souls who converge with care,
Hope of eradication quells mayhem with flair.
"Work hard, party harder"—the rhythm of life,
A "Talent Eve" awaits, confetti in the air as we dine.
Coaxing fledgling bards, ammunition ready to depart,
A vibrant, joyous escape from a didactic start.
Shangri-La in essence, fueled by epiphany;
Creativity set to orchestrate a vivid symphony.
Reviving life in a parasite’s domain,
The more, the merrier, the event sustains.
Overwhelmed by the flowing camaraderie,
I raise a toast in jubilant rhapsody.
Wisdom penned on parchment white,
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,
Quenches a voracious appetite,
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.
Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,
A healer extending a helping hand,
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.
Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,
Ignition stems from diversity,
The more the merrier, they sustain.
Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.
Mania plaguing masses vast,
Knowledge bound in covers tight,
Literacy curbing poverty at last,
A golden treasure in sight.
A fable of worth weaves a fair tale,
that wealth possesses and not possessed.
A quest to feign means forges a trail
long jaded by the marks they unveil.
Though blind seeker's minds a treasured chest.
The hope for glory gloats jealousy,
the more the merrier, too cliche,
counting amounts to a specialty
until idle growth reels entropy.
Insignificant be, sensed doomsday.
While the moment ill-timed takes pleasure
as imbalance shortchanged one's fortune.
Debt collectors knock at their leisure
of court rulings, list your worth's measure.
It is beyond the call of margin.
Though street level, not truly gutter,
err midst a fool lacks austerity.
Low-life address as a deal cutter
a debt paid in full hangs aflutter.
A world minus dreamt prosperity.
The more the merrier, or so some say,
But I really prefer just me, myself, and I
Enjoying the solitude all alone today
The more the merrier, or so some say,
Solitaire is the game I most like to play
An introvert through and through, I sigh,
The more the merrier, or so some say,
But I really prefer just me, myself, and I.
Written November 20, 2022
From Adam and Eve to 8 billion people
What a wave from just a ripple
Finally claim is laid on all lands
Does it mean more brains and hands
To have all done and much made
And still have many with whom to trade?
To be fruitful and multiply
The present day does testify
Will this gain be a pain
Will the earth bring forth enough to sustain
Only until we put to the test
Why scarcity in the east and waste in the west
Nations and armies glory in the multitude
To work, build and amass into plenitude
The more the merrier for the meaning of unity
Their terror to the adversary is almost immunity
But none of these recall while in their droves
How the Lord's time and chance shoves
Long live and many descendants
Is to us great blessing and to God many remnants
May the increase of the earth fold as we are
May the testimony of our lives ring near and far
For God's Will is not in any way made somber
If faith is found in the hearts of this much a number
K. Muitherero
A foggy morning with dreary overtones
Can cause the spirit to spiral downward
Eliciting slow-moving, guttural groans
A foggy morning with dreary overtones,
It makes us feel like decrepit, old crones
Roadblocks in the way of moving forward,
A foggy morning with dreary overtones
Can rapidly spiral the spirit downward.
Roadblocks in the way of moving forward
Can seem like an insurmountable barrier
Sometimes it’s difficult to look upward
Roadblocks in the way of moving forward
Should make us immediately fast-forward
To see the future through a smile-carrier
Roadblocks in the way of moving forward
Can seem like an insurmountable barrier.
To see the future through a smile-carrier
Ditch the blasé and change your attitude,
Look upward beyond any limiting barrier
To see the future through a smile-carrier,
An attitude like “the more the merrier,”
Instead of carping, face the day in gratitude
To see the future through a smile-carrier,
Ditch the blasé and change your attitude.
Written September 10, 2022
[interlocking triolets dedicated
to our own Panagiota Ramios]
Is it too late to ask to be unbirthed?
Born into a world of greed, selfishness and fame
brings me no honour as I am without any yet
need to have in order to live
Unnecessary pressure
Can my mother unbirth me, please?
Am I here to be a doorknob, welcome mat
or shoulders to cry on?
Shoulders, yes, the more the merrier right?
Drowning whilst having to breathe another day
caught between their misconceptions,
perceptions and perspectives
none of it brings me closer to hope
Hope for my own validations,
ambitions or identification
of my own sexuality
Like I don't have my own issues?!
Excuse me if I adult cry
Every other time
Excuse me if I have to lash out
Sometimes you need to leave me out!
Get out!
Somebody, help before I pray to be
Unbirthed alive
I have been suffering for so long, I think I've been living forever.
So much pain I have seen, mostly inflicted by me.
I try to care, really I don't.
Careless reckless emotionless villain.
Black hearted, void of light, I dwell in darkness.
Neither dead or alive, a wraith and purveyor of rage.
A monster enslaved, by his affliction.
To ravage pillage and plunder, creater of victims.
The more the merrier, it arouses excitement.
To see suffering, and hear cries of torturous infliction.
I am an infection, an indiscriminate plaque that devours happiness.
Baring teeth to open wide and clamp down deep into flesh.
To consume whatever makes you you, and whoever is close to you.
Entraced by the fire in my eyes, you are hypnotized, submissively.
I shall feed, the curse the thirst, won't stop calling me.
It builds, it hurts, i won't fight it, I will give in intentionally.
Feening, a cannibalistic need, ravenous heinous murderous.
Jeepers creepers, I smell it, it's in you, deep inside.
Run, hide, for i will not subside, without my fill of blood.
more the merrier
hope are not a carrier
block by barrier.
Education makes a person to stand up on their toes
Their future builds upon with foundation of education
If education is the foundation of all aspects of life, then
Taking care of health by birth is the foundation of education
If you want to live life to the fullest
You must need all aspects of one's life
It's impossible without proper health care
One of them is Polio vaccination
Remember, Polio is a preventable life-threatening disease
All the children need to be immunized to protect from Polio
So, Parents vaccinate your children for their better future
If you say no, then it will just like leaving your home unlocked.
One is one, the fun has begun
Two is a kitty cat's mew
Three is glee, you and me
Four is more, giggles galore
Five is alive, we all thrive
Six is a mix of funny pics
Seven is heaven; so is eleven
Eight is great; really first-rate
Nine is fine, pure sunshine
Ten is a friend ~ a true Godsend
‘Put your best foot forward’, old hat
Now ‘Put your best face forward’
The more, the merrier
Isn’t it so Dear?
As if like Demon King, Ravana
You had ten faces
“Ten?”
More than ten
A face for every occasion
But then
‘The best one’
Reserved
‘Reserved for whom?’
Not for you
Not for me
But
That narcissistic selfie
And then to wallow in
‘Likes’
Oh! Don’t be stupid
Not that so yesterday
‘I like you’
But this so modern
‘Everybody likes me’
‘Like’- that abstract feeling
Has suddenly become countable
But then
These likes
Come with a condition
‘You like me’
And then, in turn
‘I like you’
A perfect
‘Give and take’
For all those
On-line friends’ sake
Now amongst the race
For these likes
Where is the real you?
Suffocating beneath
The mound of ‘likes’
‘Phew’!
But why should it bother you
Your life
Dependent on your face
And your face
Dependent on others’ ‘likes’
So, please continue on
Put your best face forward
There’s nothing called ‘Real’
In this fictitious world
So, why should you alone be bothered?
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