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Women on earth, in heaven

Should a pundit disdain women,
He cheats him, all, a man so vain,
He who’s been fooled before,
Now tries to fool some more,
Fruit of virtue’s heaven,
Of heaven nymphs for fun,  
As is on earth, so in heaven.
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Translation (Limerick) | 36.08.2025 | women, heaven, nymph  

Note: This is a verse (in Arya meter) from

On the fatherhood

It's difficult to define a father precisely
So, let's imagine how a father would be
A father may be figuratively similar to these:
A starting point, a fulcrum, a roof, a piece of land
A mountain, a sky, a star, a beam of sunshine
A lamp, a mirror, a book, a guide,a set of minds, 
...
I reckon a father can

Getting a Grasp on Our Thoughts

When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?

We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.

Without

If Trump were to croak, say, by choking on a slice of papaya

If Trump were to croak, say, by choking on a slice of papaya, 
how long before his ilk would see it as a heavenly sign and run it by a 
biblical scholar who would then be given the imperative 
to scour the Bible to come up with a plausible narrative 
to prove that Trump's death

On day's like this

On days like this, I'd lie down
And watch as life drains out of me
But today I woke up
Wanting to get better

Cause for the first time in a long time
I've got something to live for
Something to hold onto
And I ain't going to relax my grip on it

Yes I'm slipping through the cracks
And all I can see

MOONLIGHT ON MY LAPTOP

MOONLIGHT ON MY LAPTOP
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
in twilight's hallowed hour
     the world outside recedes.

glowing screen, a window wide.
     virtual realm opens.

moonbeams dance upon
     reflections of code and thought.

I soar, a bird on outstretched wings
     through skies of endless blue.

laptop’s keys play a

Extended Stay

When it comes to hotels, we are given the option to “Extend our Stay” by doing a late checkout.
That’s so nice of them (Smile). But truth be told, ask yourself, why do we need to “Extend our Stay?”

There are times in our lives where we have Extended our Stay, such as, in jobs, in hotels,

A Moment of Love on the Road

A moment of love on the road

When I cross the road, the cars stop
I see the drivers. I feel them for friends

I wave a thank you to them. Feel them for friends
They wave back to me. Feel them for friends

This was a moment. It repeats. Always
We are people. Don’t be angry. Put smile

Take a smile
We

Our Union Is On Quaky Ground

Our relationship is on shaky ground
We don't kiss each other like before
We don't say hello and goodbye anymore
We give each other the runaround
For the grace of God
We need to sit down to talk things over
We need the help of the Lord
Countless serious promises were made
That we must keep, cherish and honor
We must always sleep in

Fate Tends Hang On a Knife-Edge

All because of that single decision 
To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above 
Rather than 
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below 

Because of what he chose 
This is what he is 


Independent 
Not 
Incarcerated 

Whole 
Not 
Wounded 

Confident 
Not 
Confused 


Slipping off of the

I had blood on my face

I had blood on my face. Dirty. Gracious. And… disgusting. Blood dripping on my face. Didn’t know it. It just smelled bad.

When I looked at my face in the mirror, I thought… that the mirror had the blood.

I kept cleaning it. Cleaning it. Rubbing it. With my arms. With my palms. With my fingertips.

At the

Moonlight's Bright Tonight, Part 2

Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the streets of the city.
Morning’s far away.

We’ll dance in the streets,
Race under the stars,
Staring into the eyes
Of oncoming cars.

They’ll tell us their wisdom
In archetypical style
Of the roles that we play
And if we survive.

The dogs of the city,
They howl and they fight,
Then fortune they share
For our hungry delight.

When morning

Moonlight's Bright Tonight, Part 1

Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the fields of the village.
Morning’s far away.

Still crisp air holds its breath
In silence as we watch
Moonlit shadows creeping west,
Forever out of reach.

We try to chase the shadows
Running through the trees,
Standing tall like rocket ships
Against the lonely seas.

Come along and run with me,
The fields await our gaze.
There lay mysteries

On Second Thoughts By David Kavanagh

By David Kavanagh


On second thoughts
When instinct becomes 
an educated guess
And improvisation 
demands quick redress
Like thinking on one’s feet
if too drunk to stand
Be found all at sea
throwing up on dry land

Twisted situations 
we find ourselves in
When bundles of joy
reek original sin
Smack on the butt
for showing a bit of cheek
Do everything perfect
get labelled a freak

Gestures, signals, 
often

Severed Veins Bleed on Moon

Earth bloodies the moon
its face drowned in severed veins—
harangued in the sky
for all to see Sun's disdain
in being eclipsed usurped

The heavens lament,
scattering rust into dusk,
for the blood red burns
when what's seen is black and white—
space smeared with wrath set ablaze.

A blood moon warns us
every orbit has peril,
in being dethroned
by an unyielding eclipse,
tainting our shadow of

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