She has been waiting for amount
To her survival paramount
“From my base to the next bikes I mount!
I should, therefore, a whole lot count!”
But Bad Economy is a point,
Big money collecting at gun point:
An Extorting Police at check point,
Perpetually there, self would appoint,
Much like some Pastors self with anoint;
The Thing spending at every beer joint.
Spouse Coleman had this mentioned to her,
On bikes against Cold a coat of fur:
Britain’s Winter’s about eighty ponds
Russia’s Siberia’s a price that pounds…
“And so Life to Christ The Real Amount
One needs for one’s ascent of a mount!”
BLISS OF NATURE
O’Bliss, I am standing in the midst
Of blessed like Birds, Flowers, Stream and so on.
Over the sky, I see my angels, who
Open my inner self into ecstasy.
I sense stream murmuring their love of pebbles
Flowers chat their secret love with breeze
Butterflies whisper the sweetness of flowers
To the stranger who seems familiar to trust.
The paramount of my spirit
Awakening in the realm of love
The love of nature
Which give to me an eternal Bliss.
From
Jayasree.M.R (INDIA)
PEN NAME : Sreekutty
Mobile: 9787410925
Email: kirdip35@gmail.com
Justice: The paramount divine law of harmony that keeps the entire universe in ballance!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 April 2017
Leather was absolutely everywhere
The smell of liquor lingered throughout
Long hair, spiked hair, blue hair, green hair
The music was what it was about
We, as teens, came forth in droves
To get polluted and to listen real good
Totally awesome, standing right by the amp
Listening, as one really should
This club in Staten Island was my stomping ground
Snuck in with a bottle of JD in my jacket
Musicians came and played all their songs,
Though my parents thought it was all a racket.
The music was great, each group I heard
Like Generation X, Catholic Girls and Joan Jett
Here I saw the Ramones like five times, too
A better time, no one could ever get.