The physical world around me to perceive
Five sensual organs are always active.
I can see living- non living objects
enjoying each precise and perfect
I smell each stuff whether pungent or nice !
Fragrant flowers or strong odour of spice
I feel wind even being invisible
while breathing or touch of breeze permissible.
I relish food with amazing taste buds
I survive, though earning bread may be hard .
My brain works, thinks and decides to guide,
Sometimes expressive, sometimes wants to hide.
My tongue is prompt to talk and interact
wilh circumstances to act and react.
I cope up with physical world around.
taking challenge and struggling with surrounds.
Physical world around : Most important
I'm bound to deal with keeping me vibrant.
Physical world around may be hostile
or may be favourable on its sweet style.
Whatever may be my circumstances
' No question of ignoring' arises.
NATURE is still smarter than SCIENCE so far .
Physical world embowers : I surrender.
“When injunctions cease and the yogi attains to the supreme Self, his mind being void of differentiations, he has neither purity nor impurity; his contemplation is without distinguishing attributes; and even what is usually prohibited is permissible to him.”
From the field of oneness, dream forms are born,
wherein in truth the monk sees all as one,
so bereft of attributes, ego shorn,
knowing all doings are by God’s will done,
persona childlike, on earth he has fun.
Aura pristine white, pure and unalloyed,
the hermit is not by desires decoyed.
Bursting with passion at the seam,
She entered and settled in the room.
Intent on telling them it is good to dream,
She showed them proof bound in the spines of books.
Taught them that centuries of change
Had granted free access to being visible.
Their eyes gleamed with purpose
To think their dreams were permissible.
Like prisoners who had fully served their time,
They strapped hope on their backs,
Promise throbbing in their hearts
When she told them the condition was benign.
And with tireless exhilaration
She invited them to stand.
She stitched their wings with her
Magic wand.
But just when
they were to take flight,
a shriek filled the air
It was an ominous sight
As the old hag
Swooped in
on her systematic broom.
Stole
their dreams.
Left them gagged.
All at once I absquatulated,
in hindsight now I know why.
The craziness simply escalated,
I no longer held the desire to try.
The pellucid message in silence
is a fierce strong-arm motivator.
Sucked into an act of defiance,
I will not indulge an instigator.
Speaking with a cogent message
I have expunged every syllable.
With no words I have set the stage
for a civil dialog to be permissible.
Now it’s your turn to open it up,
apply for a little bit of restitution.
You must swallow your pride cup
if you want to apply for absolution.
Time to become a showstopper,
no need to be unruly or obscene.
I say ‘Be wise my little grasshopper,
there is more than one jelly bean.’
Everything that you do
Is permissible, but not
All are rewarding.
'Original Intelligence has developed AI
Greet Artificial intelligence, saying '''Hi"
Culturing own intelligence you're to select :
Take help to increase low level of low intellect.
Take advantage of 'AI' for temporary assistance
within limits, not losing your own intelligence.
Intelligent machines are always permissible
To proceed only with 'AI' as pivot isn't possible.
When is it permissible to lie ~
when everything else's already been tried
Is it acceptable to blaze so fervently?
Aflame with longing for the unattainable
To crave melting in their embrace
An emotion beyond understanding
Persistently yearning for their words
To partake in the exchange of energies
Uncover the details of their day
And unravel the threads of their plans
To yearn for a replay of our last encounter
Reliving the moments of entwined lips
Bodies swaying to a well-known cadence
This sensation ensnares me
Every attempt to escape is futile
You draw me back, compelling me to ask:
Is it permissible to burn with such intensity?
Easing the panties down off of a cutie
Provides a good view of her natural beauty
With delicate fabric then out of the way
That play field's clear for that most special play
A stroke and a lick, a tickle and kiss
Will start her along on the way to much bliss
Then she'll look with favor on all of your moves
To head towards getting right into the groove
Unconstrained access to goodies a-plenty
Makes hope spring right up for permissible entry!
Strengthen even in weakness
The strength that a man resist is much more persist by a woman, it is granted to her because God knows each gender attributes he instill.
So if you are a whoremongur, you shouldn't want to be permissive anymore, because God got you on duty, at the same hour of the enemy time. Make sense become accurate in the eyes of the permissible, before foolishness drip on the masculinity, Purpose being denied are the results of a wasted brain. God moving forward on those who can retain is something worth that man being shame. And when the feminine role resist to stay it's only to say she found a safer place called dignity, not for the public peace, but for the loyalty she lives by. And for the peace of her own sanity. That God has given her the peace to start war because he knows her strengthen even in weakness.
there’s a timid little man who lives in my head
he stops me from saying things they won’t like
they--the keepers of the “you can’t say that”
the keepers of the permissible
they change
the rules
so the little man sometimes won’t let me speak
even to myself
and they are happy
but I am not. Can I say that?
11/2/2021
Oh, the pain of getting a thumb struck
Is not overshadowed by feeling dumbstruck
When a car door is slammed on a finger
There is no logical reason to linger
Taking a pain pill as soon as possible
In this case is perfectly permissible
Soaking in ice is always helpful, too
But I don’t know what else to do!
written August 12, 2021
especially for "Dumbstruck" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charles Messina
Few odd kilometers now
In this short walk.
The feet all sore
And the mind, sulk.
"Who knows where the park is
Or when the time to bed is?"
The brain is full of shade.
The head needs its shrewd.
If the mouth won't say,
The body would.
"Is it permissible to be in the restroom?
One needs to be at ease, soon."
Thinking, "out of ten, I'm nine!"
In truth, he's genesis in time.
Conflicted youth in his prime.
Tired!
Feeling, "I need a peaceful rest.
Hands folded, placed in chest!"
Each one of us has
the fondest conviction
that encourages us to move on,
to explore new horizons,
new frontiers still unknown;
turn your prospective into reality
and finally, reach your goal.
Caring for one another,
looking out for unseen dangers
to protect our life that's more
brittle than a glass that shatters;
more than our sight given to us
to witness the beauty, the ugliness
and endless inhumanity.
Is conviction a rejected assumption,
if it doesn't show the strength within,
the permissible advantage of realizing
a persuasive concept in the making?
Many dreams fail not having
enough confidence to persuade them,
be realistic but also optimistic;
a pessimist sees things differently
swaying from the logic of persuasion,
from a declaration of utter disbelief
that a simple thought can become
bigger than an underestimate idea,
even grander than a visualized dream.
Each one of us has the fondest conviction
that any effort made is better than none
and whenever satisfaction rewards us
with a trophy of our own; all is lost,
nothing is gained in bashful living...
not sought by the unconfident and timid.
PAST TO WHISPER
Charisma of your dreamy eyes alluring enchanting me.
Feeling helpless how to restrain
but just to rush on dynamism.
Your ethereal smile mesmerizing me.
Throbbing pulsation trembling in thrill.
Yet heart to wobble, mind to dither.
Vulnerable ambient how to interdict!
Is it permissible or a blunder?
How to decide yet eager soul ready to surrender.
Touched your finger to shiver in every limb
Lingering urge surging.
Passion surpassing emotion.
Quiescent thirst how to quench!
Why hesitation!
Reminiscences pulling behind,
but bygone days not to rewind.
Dormant remembrances unfurling drooped petals.
How to wave farewell to my lost dreams!
Forgotten past still whispering.
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