Born in the same home: Earth.
Raised with different beliefs,
women of opposing polarities,
each equally necessary.
You hold strong beliefs,
I’m more open to different ones.
You don’t need to question things too much,
I question everything.
Both feel equally trapped
by our outward appearances.
One wears Prada,
the other, a simple black tunic.
These garments -
just a form of protection.
Do we really need to carry
these shields?
I want to imagine the day when
we can dance naked in sisterhood,
keeping a harmonious equilibrium,
discovering that, deep down,
we are the same.
Exquisite curvy sculptures.
Made to Perfection.
Givers of life,
Creating a better world.
You can love a person
by not losing yourself;
And I have learnt it recently
after losing myself several times
for that one person I loved,
I still love, will love:
Rajeev, my second one,
after my first love died.
We went through separation several times,
life tested us, and we abandoned each other a thousand miles
metaphorically and physically too
and the mental distance continued.
Yet life brings us together again to check
maybe what's the maturity streak!
Have we learnt to love by keeping the boundaries too,
Or is it just another test and subscription renew?
This time I will not fail in this test,
I will choose myself first
and then will do the rest for my love's sake.
Yes, you can love someone
and still can't lose you!
You are the brave, the great, the beautiful,
you are always the first lover of you.
You can love someone,
but if they unlove, unfriend or disdain,
you should never afford to lose you.
Almighty always wants you to sustain
with the beautiful soul you are being given,
and should not lose yourself by anyone's disdain.
space policeman Sam knew the creature was a possible alien that day
But he was having a chocolate malt shake, so what the hey
Besides, he was young, and looked harmless, this space boy
Sam watched him open cracker jacks and pull out a toy
He offered it to Sam, which showed that he was polite
How could he put this young alien into jail that night?
Sam and the soda jerk gave each other a weird look.
Finding this sweet alien lad here, had Sam truly shook.
I’m playing Jenga, at a social group. At a social group, playing Jenga I’m. The best block to take out is the middle one — not an absolute, but two left either side sounds solid. Two left either side sounds solid — the best block to take out is the middle one, not an absolute. We are playing for a photoshoot for the social group’s new website, so I purposely remove a crucial block to knock over the tower. For the social group’s new website to knock over the tower, I remove purposely a crucial block, so we are playing for a photoshoot. The photographer wasn’t ready, though. Though, the photographer wasn’t ready. Twice, we’ve rebuilt the tower so he could get a photo of it falling. So he could get a photo of it falling, we’ve rebuilt the tower twice. He didn’t get the shot the time second. The second time, he didn’t get the shot. Third time lucky. Lucky time third.
After the Jengaful afternoon, we wish each other a nice eve. We wish each other a nice eve, after the Jengaful afternoon. Words fall as water, then Jenga into towers.
As water, words fall.
As Jenga, words tower.
By Phan Tan Hai
Writing poems endlessly—my hands grow tired,
so I sit down to rest my feet.
White clouds return to the doorway;
we remember each other, a few tender bonds.
Dust settles upon the page,
blurring last night’s ink.
Lifting the pen, I want to weep—
the homeland’s story lies far away.
Seeing clearly the shore of birth and death,
one day I suddenly wish to lie down;
seeing, hearing the joy of stillness—
Being and Non-being both are mind.
Split open the poet’s heart—
in the Lý–Tr?n age, flowers rained from the sky.
This realm feels strangely distant,
mountains and rivers cold along the far road.
— For the birthday of poet Nguyen Luong Vy
Each time we speak whether it be to a medium or in person, we can feel something that we cannot explain. Each time we have to give each other a hug before and after we speak. Having dinner together is a blessing has we enjoy each other’s company and can be ourselves with one another. Eventually a kiss will enter into that hug and who knows what God may take it. We're going to ask if our lives are guided to what we need to have in life in accordance with his will. The mysterious ways we were told about his craft are coming to be true. Even if the events bring us maybe sad, it will not always be so. For growing towards one another is not always an easy task. But the love and the end Will be justified even if it seems to be unclear as of now. I am being guided by his will to give three powerful words that I hardly ever say to anyone, if anyone at all. These words are only meant for you as you are the missing rib. The words are “I love you.”
the merry-go-round horses are a bit off today
dancing and prancing their hooves in a clever way
even the children realize something is amiss
as they turn and blow each other a child-like kiss
I hang on to my steed, loving this carousel so
will he jump off and over the hill next go?
I am bouncing and pouncing, laughing too
I have already lost my hat, a sock and a shoe.
Woe to thee with a trait of jealousy,
filled with self-righteous indignation.
You brute, who spews words of exaltation,
Thy tongue reproves your very own decree.
Thy nature be that of a hypocrite...
with one hand offer a pat on the head.
The other, a knife till victim lay dead
Having drawn thy pen, you stab and you hit.
So misguided Brutus, you have become,
deed was done to a Julius-like one.
Were you inclined when Senate had begun?
What has led thee to the darkness succumb?
Whence you see the baneful flaw of your ways
You whilst then know, 'twas blame you earned, not praise.
My dogs are similar to cats in some respects
sometimes they get a certain stance
give each other a knowing look
a chase that rivals a squirrel chase ensues
they jump from couches to recliners
circle to the bedroom and back
the furniture moves two to three feet
as they begin their next jumping session
they are huffing and puffing now
it is like having giant four-legged gorillas inside
they just raced out again, the chase is on
I wait before straightening the furniture
When we met, we were like two peas in a pod
I always thought that love at first sight was odd
Our days of love and laughter slowly faded
In the end we both felt degraded
Many times, we would argue over pure nonsense
It seems we were both a little bit dense
When our children asked for us both to try
All the both of us could do was cry
It was at the point of an unfixable relationship
Time had come; we had to both get a grip
A grip on reality, a grip on our lives
We were just two (together) dull knives
So, the time had come to do what was best
It was time to put "us two" to rest
We gave each other a hug, and we went our separate ways
Now honestly, me, her, and our children- have better days
26 years ago we met
kept in touch over the years
seeing each other once or twice
texting a lot when we can
thinking about each other a lot
I'm always with someone though
never alone to find my way and explore
now you're moving out of the country
will we ever see each other?
was or is our love doomed?
was it ever loved to begin with?
I want to know
don't you want to know?
if we could have ever been
we always fall short for the ones we love
leaving broken hearts to mend
but the scars are forever there to stay overthinking won't heal the heart
A firm ground and a distilled lake separate two rulers.
One, an explosive demonstration of color.
The other, a quiet expression of luxury.
The Sunflower, vibrant, high on life.
Amidst the tall patches of grass and unruly rodents,
a bed of amber glows dominates the wastelands.
The Lotus, elegant, tales of traditions.
Shallow walls, empty palace halls.
Anchored, confined to mud covered ideals.
Forced to reap the benefits of those who sowed.
Unbeknownst to them, a presence reveals itself.
Slowly infiltrating both defenses, a calculated strike.
It survived its injuries, now it must break even.
Deep within the chokehold of roots,
forces ravaging a wasteland,
releasing toxins under water.
Erosion, spreading this contamination.
How unfortunate,
you are attempting to deceive us.
Remember, the first and only reality of the kingdoms.
There can only be two,
And you, are a part of neither.
You have become,
a rival.
All because I wasn't willing
To go all the way
She couldn't stay for me
It wasn't death
More like life
I was on her like children
In a playground
We played for hours
On moms bed
She and I weren't
Yet 18, but possessed
Everything to go all
the Way
Because she wouldn't stop
For me
I couldn't stop for her
The two of us on a
Course, treating it like
A fast moving door
Treading in water like
A junkie on there last hit
wanting each other so bad
But neither of us stopped to protect
Ourselves
When mourning came, I
Was melted ice cream
While she was a hot
Shower, no wonder people
Say "tell us was it good"?
I just smiled and walked
With a nod"yes" and no one
Ever knew how
She almost cemented me,
It was like a picture a
Painter painted
On and on without the
Proper colors
It was me at 18 and her
At just 17 and we gave
Each other a hug, knowing
It wouldn't be our last.
Be kind!
I was thinking , just the other day,
about all the stupid things we say.
How someone, with no thought at all,
can send you into overhaul.
Why not think before we speak?
wish each other a good week?
If only hurt feelings could be seen,
would it make the world less mean?
She said this, he said that
why bother with tit for tat?
Judge not us,lets be kind,
Don't let evil on your mind.
Lets work on ourselves everyday,
To make our bad bits go away!
If we could remember we're all worth the same
Imagine what the world could gain.
We worry about whats on the outside,
We're never really satisfied.
The way you dress,or what you weigh,
wont make loneliness go away.
some people have no love at all,
already feel really small.
To kill them with kindness I'll try to do,
Pass on my smile, how about you?
I come from many places,
But belong to none,
So I always walk,
To find a nest where my own culture would’ve spun.
On my windowsill sits a seashell and a pinecone,
Reminiscences of memories I carried from places bygone.
I’ve lived near the mountains, I’ve lived near the coast,
So I always falter when asked which I adore the most.
As they bask in sunlight, they have conversations of their own,
And I sit on my spot and wonder if they talk about their home.
Do they yearn for the wise old mountain trees
Or the salty exhilarating sea breeze.
Do they promise each other a trip back home,
Or dream of adventures on a boat like K. Jerome?
Do they also live in the memories of that place,
As they try to understand this rat race?
Do they feel like me and yearn for that land,
Without care whether it’s rock or sand.
For I come from many places,
But belong to none,
So I always walk
To find a nest where my own culture would’ve spun.
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