Anxious?
But
Cannot
Defend
Everything,
Forget
Going
Hysterical.
It's
Just
Knowing
Life
Might
Not
(Obviously)
Play
Quite
Right:
So
Try
Understanding
Very
Well,
Xenograft
Your
Zeal!
She used the incerating toilet to dispose of the horse dung.
it inspired someone to create an incinerater
for cattle , horse and pet waste.
the ashes could be used in mulch.
He titled it.
"Materails to Colonize Space'
the secrets of establish a colony in space.
they often dumped that dung into the old
hand-dug outhouses.
covering the dung with sawdust
so the oder wouldn't
ofend the next user.
But this idea ould be patented and alot of money could be made
by helping a lot of people do this thing.
It seemed a novel and humane way of thinking.
Written by: the Inventor and Salesperson
Language Of Patents
rights and processes
disclaimers and terms
maintenance fee'
priority and pending
variations like patent terms
esperson Sterculius or Stercutus
Patent Pending
+++++ResoLute+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++==++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The guy who creates the elastic snap-on strap for pants to make pants waist expand and contract to your size
will be one wealthy suiter!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
O mist, thy dawn of chaos.
O morning, discord's dew.
Flame creation, take per os!
Belladonna blue...
Rhythm, rhyme, and riddle.
The griddle pipes with heat.
No use, second fiddle!
The middle? Tasting sweet!
Forever, last a moment.
Rebellion, foment fast.
Wicker man, fire, thy lament.
Nickering mare, spell cast.
Blast off, O my intellect!
Bubble in my veins!
Golem, shall we genuflect?
Someone, take the reins.
Well, vulgarity. Disgrace.
Doubt, dismay, displace.
Time, thy shadow. Joint, thy case.
Jaunt and jig-jag, jayce.
Poison, pour. O pen mine, soar.
Two-faced god, guard door.
O for golfers yelling fore!
Grim the gauntlet gore!
Yellow queen, thanks. Generals, thy tanks.
Prisoners, shiv. Shanks.
Financiers, from the banks!
Red the rumbling ranks...
Tympani, burst. Ocean, thy thirst.
Racer, get there first.
O for warriors a-worst!
Crazy are the cursed...
am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
Just one per cent’s enough in love,
Came a voice from clouds far above.
What about ninety nine?
Dubious, wait in a line--
Summon courage to make a move!
_______________________
Limerick |19.03.2025| love, humour
Today's world is same as before,
The process changes as days go..
Like science changes the ancient to modern..
World is changed by the thoughts of human.
They are still them but not their soul and mind
Everyday humanity becomes more victorious in the struggle with space and time..
But world belongs to this humanity.!
All cycles are going on as day before
But it seems something has changed
And that's the humanity of humans.
Instead of saying Bigyan ka yog
Better say it's kali yog..
Humans are the best from all era coz of their thinking personality..
It seems they has lost in that past,never comes
The misunderstanding between them
The misconceptions seem it's been long time
It's totally messy when it is felt with positive mindsets,,..
We are all same in God's eye,
Then why we can't maintain togetherness?
Have come here to be real not to be perfect.
So, " Leave the best version of your."
~Bhayalina
Baishya
Watching & waiting while in hiding
and faking
Views for the taking but unaware
what is waiting
Freezing & shaking but is it fear or
its weather?
Snapshots for the taking posing for
them cuz it's clever
Good best & better to shy away
from the faking
Shade is made by the sun but it's
above what it's making
Shaking what has been rooted
leaving behind hollow winds
Seeds will grow from your efforts
toward the sky lose or win
Unoriginal in sin as we have seen
this before
Jumping the broom of timelines
looking for knobs on the door
Turning in bed with a snore as if
you've slept through the test
Sleepy & lost in a dream snoozing
on good better best
Picture a snap at its best frozen
in moments of time
Painting a picture in jest with a
stoic face like a mime
Mimicking raps like a mime with
painted face like a canvas
The dry humor so wet that only
fish understand it
Above thee underhanded so keep
the slightest of hand
Close to the vest like a secret
ducking birds on their Stan
Peacock with a colorful stance
with truth outshining the lies
Your essence shines like the sun
& this is what is despised
i’m not sure of who i am going to be.
but that’s how it is supposed to be right?
i have many many dreams, some big and some little.
but, it always comes back to one.
i lay awake at night thinking of my dream and how i yearn to reach it.
every night like a hand out stretched to grab and take ahold of my dream.
never to release it.
as i get older i realize the intensity of my dream.
each day i get closer to the possibility of living it.
i’m not sure of how it will go or how it will happen.
but that’s how it is supposed to be right?
Two friends had emerged as fellows would,
And shook swore they ought not under oath
Be they two travelers, long time stood
They both looked at one pass par as good
The other went next to an outgrowth
And he took the one, twas just as near,
Yet trolling unwraps a likely stain,
As he was darkened amidst despair
He hoped and prayed his blessings is there
Not torn in shame but in truth remain
That two shared talking about that day
Reprieve steps taken accused of lack
So he held faith for another day
Still knowing all this from day to day
He know he will never stab his back
He'll face him and say, free for eyes see
In future time as his mind digest
Two souls emerged but one stood, twas he
He while one less friend, and lethal be
His absence made him like Icarus.
I: ? Resolve
kids all playing ball
old friends laughing of old times
couples holding hands
a lone man sits wandering
face dried of tears dons a smile
II: ? Resolve
white black gray gloaming
sepulchral downpour stormy
amorphous rainbow
hospitals overflowing
clans gangs groups leagues board news crew
III: ? Resolve
days they brought the guns
feeds the rich buries the poor
days they brought roses
scriptures says rumors of war
news media says the same
If you can't say something nice
It's best to say nothing at all
That is going to be me from now on
My humour is often misinterpreted
Causing an undesirable reaction
I wrongly assume everyone sees through it
And that IT IS simply humour
I apologize, but this is me
It is me to make light of situations
That are uncomfortable to deal with
We all have our own way of getting through
Mine is to rely on humour
It works a good percentage of the time
BUT NOT 100% OF THE TIME
Robins seem to enjoy my yard
Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings
To awaken the wriggling worms
A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones
Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flavor
Serving up “all natural”, organic, pesticide free offerings
They can vouch for the claim
As they have managed the place for 30 years
A bold red Cardinal sits atop a fence post preaching
A Beyonce’ butted ground hog scurries away
Doves coo from within the safety of the hedges
A house cat stalks them from a windowsill
Buds dance to the music of the wood winds
A sparrow choir sings an opening hymn
As a disinterested hawk rides the updrafts
A chipmunk takes his order to go
The declaration of intent
whereas the I do's
and what have you.
"then as wife"
she spoke her voice trembling,
she looked to the ceiling and smiled
and her whole demeaner changed
this time after clearing her voice she said
"my intent is to be your
wife< two people
on the same page,
a perfect alignment an adjustment
to make perfect the day of our new beginning!"
Her husband to be than spoke with a clear voice,
his voice sounded as if it transcended the
ages; saying" with
every fiber of my being
I shall love you!" We sat in awe
watching there transformation
and knew we were in the presences of
lovers: true lover
She got up off the couch and asked him
for his hand and leaned on him
in a awe inspiring silence.
A tear of joy came to my companions eye<
as I watched her watch them
and I then cried as well.
those who wished to be together!
they've also got a guest on
who suffers from, the inability to burp
he sounds so bored presenting
the thing
as i listen, i notice
the lid of the jar of the piccalilli
it states this condiment is,
'the life and soul of the pantry'
on google i look up images
of 19th century pantries
my wife comes in and asks what i
would like for xmas
i want a pantry
This could not so much technically
be described as poetry per say
Rather more like just writing down
every single thought
That enters my empty vacant restless
head
And trust me I don't mind honestly
admitting to the fact
My head is probably emptier than
Most
Now I just thought and it has got
me thinking
i wonder if there is an actual contest
or award for that I can enter
Because I could possibly be a world
champion or at very least a close
second
Or record holder for the most pointless
nonsensical existential thoughts in a
calendar lifetime
And boy ohh boy of late I seem to be
or have hit my absolute prime and stride
like I never have before
Sorry to bore but that is my one and
only hobby and thing I may actually be
truly any good at all
Saying and thinking a hell of a lot of
simply nothing of any relevance at all
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