Despite your intelligence mimicry,
You still come far short in your gimmickry,
Throwing down the drains fine masterpieces,
Flushed away as a fresh bout of faeces.
Nights without sleep to pen wonders on sheet,
Yet a lame detector brands one a cheat,
An app claiming to be a true genius ~
Is far from being labeled ingenious.
How long will your pretence rule human minds,
Before you're swept off by the southern winds,
That your charade may stop to fool the world,
And your foolishness may at last unfurl.
Strange how your fanbase keeps on increasing,
Even the most smart, you're daily fleecing,
These cursed detectors come in many brands,
Some free – yet some charge dollars and rands.
I'm amazed you didn't claim this was by you,
This bitter pill, your pride has had to chew,
But that won't stop me from calling you out,
To nip in the bud your infamous clout.
a strange sense of dread builds up
we know not what could be the cause
yet it manifests and so we do recognise
our stuporous awareness that was oblivious
but be that as it may, we take measures
to nip in the bud the heart contraction
by becoming a witness to ourself
Speak the truth with intent to be helpful
Praise more, criticise less, with smile beautiful
Reach out often, rekindling past moments colourful
Empathise without attempting to weigh or size
Accept loving gestures in childlike surprise
Desist from declaring we are more wise
Illuminate the relationship with a touch kind
Nip in the bud discord that makes us misaligned
Greet and meet cheerfully, sowing seeds that bind
Hand out thank you notes expressing our gratitude
Appear when skies darken to fortify fortitude
Positivity and optimism be our attitude
Practice love’s presence without pretence
Inject in every moment soul’s innate effulgence
Normalise and harmonise faults using common sense
Energise life with the vibrancy pure love’s intention
Sanctify words we speak, through meditation
Surrender to flow of life, softening attention
25-March-2023
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Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
We take no prisoners, for if they escape,
fears and desires may burrow deep in our mind
and then in stupor we will foolishly ape
suggestions proffered that grip us in their bind
and before we know it, disfigured's our shape,
so we nip in the bud, such thought forms unkind.
May the garden of our mind be thus nurtured,
lower mind censured and love and light treasured.
15-January-2023
Wilderness and wickedness our lives stalk
When one circumstance slips from our wheels
Other unexpected glitches talk
Defeat, nagging at our heels
In an imminent sense of fear
When blues in marriage
Spectres of a tear
Dysfunction assails the carriage
Our life runs without flaw
Diffidence from nowhere sprinkles blues
Prompting our soul to draw
From unseen queues
Conclusions
Imminent defeat
Fed in wads of delusions
Nibble at the feet
That stand on solid ground
To shake and quake
As doubt spins round and round
Insinuating a fake lake
In which swims disaster
Our future to swallow
As debacle prospects faster and faster
Administer a deadly blow
That giggles
Blasting to smithereens our faith
In digit singles
And defeat’s breath
On our neck
On our nape
A few seconds a speck with little respect
Snatched from the very core of our cape
Until we draw water from the wilderness
To whip our way clear
To land us into waters of calmness and happiness
And nip in the bud from our face traces and vases of a tear.
From ‘Albions distant shores’
I heard the howling and growling and laughing;
My extra-sensory circuit received
Signals of the engineering of villains vile.
Texted I frequently –
Both Roman and Brahmi Pegasus
Carried trans-continentally my emotion-freight
Pleading to nip in the bud, the unholy nexus.
Did I text my feelings?
No, know you,
I sat on the bank of the sad Thames
And the ESP couriered me the depletion of
Conspiracy-Ozone layer and the
Concomitant ultra-violet radiation of hatred-mongering
From the polluted banks of Karnaphuli.
And I wrapped in those words,
Secretions from my lachrymal gland -
I texted my tears
Contained in the jar of words
And pressed ‘send’.
understanding lacks her mysteries
all in my head
what wonder asunder?
a complex calibration
with my ego.
all in jest!
but, is it really?
what is the nip in the bud?
my rose?
my cucumber?
my lavender?
finger to lip, I pause,
eyes meandering meaninglessly,
comprehending nothing, I
turn away.
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