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Nominal Universe

Birth is a common denominator,
Where the journey begins anew,  
In the cradle of dreams and laughter,  
Life's canvas awaits you.  

Age humbles the most valiant,
With each wrinkle, wisdom grows,  
The fierce warrior of youth,  
Now dances in softer prose.  

Work is demanding of our essence, 
A grind that shapes the days,  
In the hustle of ambition,  
We find our varied ways.  

Marriage, a tapestry woven tight,
Threads of joy, sorrow, and care,  
Two souls entwined in the dance of life,  
In moments both rich and rare.  

Death, the silent whisper,  
The end of a story told,  
Yet in the heart’s quiet chambers,  
Lives the legacy bold.  

In this nominal universe, 
We rise, we stumble, we learn,  
Each chapter a fleeting moment,  
In the cycle of life’s eternal turn

Ordered discord

Smeared In a pattern.
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.

Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.

Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building 
pressure will ignite us.

"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.

The beauty of the sanguine bloom, 
detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.

Functional, nominal.
Broken by design.
Apathy, empathy.
Whatever's left is mine.

In written depiction.
This Incessant chatter.
An empty inscription.
For a mindless matter.

Feel Like Resounded Sankh

Feel like resounded Sankh

               Dr Ranjit Dutta

Putting my sorrows in a bag
Loitering around in a market
To find  customers perhaps 
To sell my pains of the bag.
Price is nominal.
If someone wants more
I may give it free  in this chance
To empty my bag.
In the market of illusion 
Great-agitation of people indeed!
No-one shows interest to buy.
Eye drops fall instantly,
The weight of bag increases gradually ,
Suddenly, a fire-fly comes by
With her twinkling light.
The rattling anklets and
 Resounded Sankh of distant
Embellished my condoling heart secretly
As if a  stone carpet of 
A Summer's brook hide nearby.

Boxed Souper

*Image of Aesteticness by Pixabay.

Boxed Souper

"I now wish I had your eyes...it wasn't yours, it never was." By the poet.

Still...
There have been a few too many,
I take into account,
those flatteries, good and plenty,
...that spurt, I do not doubt.

Cause and effect make the river stream flow,
Upward or downward and what beats the path,
Pleasant repertoire or a quid pro quo.

High profilers entertain muffled wrath,
Fewer chips on the table, losers throw,
All the same kind face my Royal Flushed--bath.

No contrast chancing with a quill,
few dotes, and left comments.
Nominal spew mandated nil,
hail those righteous contents.
...still!

2023 January 07

RZ & HMS.

Farm Girls

I love to go swimming
With bowlegged women
The kind comes from riding
Down here at the farm.

There’s cycles of motion
They’ll cause a commotion
The Steve Miller Band says
Will keep you from harm.

If money, you’re tracking,
Won’t be a shellacking, 
A nominal egg that won’t
Lose you an arm.

No riots or looting,
They like to go shooting,
It’s part of a package
Of old country charm.

Govnerment

Grand
Overpower
Violence
Nominal
Exemplary
Ruling
Mightier
Esteem
Noted
Treachery

Tired of Returning

become your most childlike self
and your chances of having to keep incarnating
to teach your soul new lessons
will be nominal

Dream of Mum

When I was born
Mom and dad were happy
With the hope 
One day my son will be a man 
That was the wish of my Mom  
Gradually I am climbing on tender age
To understand right or wrong
In between unfortunately passed Mom 
From that day   
I found myself in the middle of scoundrel 
And deprived from nominal amenities
Whose motive was to out me from their sight
Might be my instinct was strong 
And my goal was to be a man 
Gradually on the wheel of time
Days, months, years passed
During those days, months, years
Was very die hard time 
In the ocean of up and downs
From my genius hard work 
Rewarded a perfect person 
Finally I became a man
If my mom was alive 
She must be proud with her son
To say my son became a man!
Unfortunately she is not ……..

Read the Label, Please

Read the label, please



There's an ever present misery measure we humans live/die to choke
blame on anything/one that's not us involved. 
Rationalization, my right hand,gossip, the tool of the m asses
is a good key to that ever-present padlock of stoolish whining 
about our tofroupdowninout ill framed decision makers
resorting to open blaming others, alive or otherwise
for our every pinched plight poorish purpose, a sicklic
intelli-dunce approach to our only one time proactive earthly ride. 
Thus Protract yr crude cranium from yr **** atmosphere of 
non nominal unthunk rituals, constipated criss-crossed calamitous capitulations of WTF? Get it right, tubular, on point and move toward the light of Mind 
over mush my friend; add/subtract/multiply/divide trading
in yr socio/domestico sad stilted neo
seculoethic impertinent ignorance aplenty aside,
for an in and or un solvable resolution into yr own soulful sink
to a resent-ful evolutionary end game waiting room. 
Close cover before striking.

Coincital Constants

Let us not singular sinfiltrate our
over dosed mind measures
of all our predisposed socio-patterened
downfalls we have domesti-inherited
from our DNA dumb nulls un an
appreciated elders of **** ascent
beings of a post/past anointed anomalied
bereavements pushing presumptive
present tense postured atrocities  
future follied fornitude frenzies to
cry contain those all ever after brazen
generations to live sideways in tune
to ever realize a coaxial junction
a dead conscience to staid to survive,
to sly to reveal and to nominal to be normal
to contain/re-contain those all ever after
gonad generations. Maybe a sideways pill pattern to
open me up before xmas, a corpse closed purpose
concentric of nerve present equal-eulogized
venture void with empty filled shakers of self.

What Is Your Longing -Mark 4: 1-20

In all of life, desires abound within us
so many are carnal others are not
some are God-inspired right from its root
distinguish where there from the one true plot

Here Jesus speaks through parables
it's His master key to open the door
to bring out real lessons for our life
the time had come this was at its core

We need indeed to have a longing
be close to Jesus that should be our wish
the satisfaction of knowing Him near
be served with His presence, the best dish

The coming of God's glorious kingdom
involves His cosmic revolution no less
but we can't do it, its by His word alone
spread His scattered word never transgress

Beware of God's word being choked
the weeds creep in to halt the seed
nominal Christians allow this to happen
so the response must be real so be freed

In a Water Schism of Things Not Finished

Maybe it's with all signs Astro that their true ology elements precede us in our poor socio-crafted endless envies, that benignly beholds and molds us, encrusting our deep attention to non-nominal directed people preferentials--- for me, a March fish out of water, that traverses a lonley land of mindmeld ill consequated potentials, is more than doubt/dutiful in a weary design of guilded Awareness anarchies of emotide reversals of social fortune enslaved for an all quiet intent.
In all I am to not drown drawn in its cool wet incapassivtiy and away from its destitute, destructive denial and watery dismiss my essence
of all those things living aimless, seemingly without a concrete pattern, denying who they are in the Dairy Queen of things embolden. 
Question?
It's lengthy, flawess, fluid intent to a cold calm countenance 
and protective H2o prowess keeps it an
easy, forboding ill intact invasive; then shapes itself to all aimable vernaculars, 
copious anomalies, traits, tolerences and tailored toils.

When a Pronoun Lacks a Nominal Antecedent

What is Truth?
That old unanswered question.
I know when I'm telling a lie though.

I lie not. There I was
minding my own business,
making myself a complimentary cup of coffee
in the hotel lobby when
this man leaves his seat
and stands right next to me, glaring.

"Where is she?"
He wore a workman's  knitted skull cap.
He pierced me with steely blue eyes.
He was tall and strongly built.

I was about to say "Who is she?"
but thought better of it.
He'd think I was questioning his judgment
in posing such a question.

"I've been looking for her over a year now."
I thought I should say something reassuring.
"Just wait a little. She'll soon be back."

"Who do you bloody well think you are?  
What gives you the right to say such a thing?"

"Nothing personal," I blurted. "Nothing personal.
I took "she" to refer generically to all womankind."

I think it took him four seconds to ingest my words,
by which time I had vanished down a corridor.

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Converted Wife

"Where from this?",
Laughter mingled with pity,
She was dressed with pretty,
Lipstick applied fervently to a mouth;
Red mouth matching a wild attire,
Her walking shook the whole land, 
Eyes and mouths were timed as spam, 
She was in a blinking eyeglass,
But knew she was drawing side mass, 
Inextricably I will say,"she's good looking",
The hem of her dress was raised slightly when the wind blew,
What was spotted deserves self speculation, 
Lips were licked,...body was stimulated after sensation,
From one corner came a scream,
"...thief,...thief...she is a hardened criminal",
Who will speak on her behalf to obtain freedom?
Nothing spared her the chance of doubt,
The pain that was vested into her that day was nominal, 
Convinced by her deceptive glib of professionalism, 
"I'm an investor",she always say,
With all my heart,I love her liberalism, 
After several years of being a prison mate,
Her life is now channeled to spiritualism, 
Great time in new testament holding grace!

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