When winter
did come I will check
the horizon weather
to see if tomorrow
this love beats
I will keep the
memory of its receptions
the following years.
Categories:
receptions, love,
Form: Free verse
It feels sadly ironic,
and unwise,
to focus healthcare
on digestive system deliveries
to feed and water our bodies
And underinvest,
too rarely applaud
and enrich
nurturing nutrition communications
made through our neural-sensory systems
natural/spiritual health care deliveries
and wealth care receptions
from abundantly compassionate
panentheistic worldviews
In contrast
too nihilistically narcissistic
survivalist
monotheistically supremacist
supporting monoculturing
monopolizing LeftBrain verbal dominance
Of Me v We ZeroSum
closed degenerating
segregating
without also integrating
views
Of Earth's health-fading
feeding bilateral watering systems,
Absorbing, then expunging
inhaled then inhaled
informing then exflowing
living then dying
YangTruth in Yintegral co-arising Beauty
Universal/Unitarian
bicameral
Health/EarthSystemic Wealth
integral TaoBalancing
inside sacred womb thru tomb companionship
secular indigenously panentheistic
resiliently hospitable wisdom
To focus health/wealth care
on digest to co-invest system deliveries
to feed and water
our mindbody
spirit/natured EarthTribe
bilateral identities.
Categories:
receptions, caregiving, health, integrity, peace,
Form: Political Verse
Reception whether,
day or night receptions:-,
sister.
Categories:
receptions, adventure,
Form: Haiku
Would you there strongest tie not your knot
To That which the feeble me fakes not?
To that which the frightened me fears not?
To the sunken souls of the sadist me not?
And on ultimatum live in deceptions of desires,
Drained and dusted by winds long gone.
Would you there at best convince me again,
To the then lost, the love and in vain maintain,
To the then rumours, the winds gone and in it claim,
That for which the hearts heavy find happiness pure,
And on the ultimatum live in receptions of longing,
Dipped and dusted in fines of golden gestures.
Won't you for which I write, read and comprehend,
The codings, the wordings whirled and undefined,
That for which I shall presume to have embodied,
All my give-aways, the swirls centered and settled.
5th October 2018
Categories:
receptions, anger, break up, depression,
Form: ABC
An advent of adventure
signs soon steal away
in moonlit eyes of jade
unclothed, tongues bathed
with wounds licks
determined
and
credulous
legs, smooth,
stems of silk
swaying
the scent of sex
seduction of the night
the day
the night
the day
don't ever run away
don't ever run away
from a welcomed hand
uncircumnavigated
blue sky receptions
in a newborn port of call
I heed your call
I heed your call
Categories:
receptions, love,
Form: Free verse
It's my homeland, my motherland,
It's another name is queen's land,
It's also called land of the rivers,
India is surrounded with our borders.
It's abounded with natural beauty,
Surely it's landscape is so pretty,
The people of there're very hospitable,
Their simplicity is undeniable;
There are less mountains,
We have also some fountains,
There are six seasons,
Each of them has different variations.
It's soil is so fertile,
To produce something there is facile,
The natural disaster is our common partner
They can't beat us, as we are more stronger.
We have different types of opinions,
We have also high ambitions,
For political purposes we are divided
But for country's intereste we are united.
Someone said Bangladesh is a bottomless sack,
We already proved that his speech was fake.
It has lots of tourist attractions,
The foreigners always get warm receptions.
Categories:
receptions, adventure, bangla, beauty, blessing,
Form: Classicism
Misbehaving on Sundays,
and regretting on Mondays,
brings anxiety of days to come,
I'll be happy again someday.
Living for tomorrow,
stealing instead of borrow,
I thought you'd be my freedom,
now I have no relaxation with sorrow.
Condemned beyond redemption,
please discard my apprehension,
your consequences I don't need em',
I wish you'd eliminated my affection.
Sewing patches on my blanket,
cancel the receptions banquet,
just drown all my equisetum,
I knew I wouldn't make it.
The head games of fabrication,
I don't deserve your elimination,
fragmented to pieces and beaten,
lies of deceit and frustration.
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 28, 2016~
Categories:
receptions, abuse, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
BLANK
blank face
blank stare
blank wall
blank fear
white glare
I disappear
man at my back
100’s in my hair
a 1000 peg legs
I disappear
receptions polite desk
not all knives are in
museums behind glass
shaped like a deckchair
I disappear
first ripples in the marble
façade tame bird in hand
wristbark notched six times
I disappear
past nude whiteblue beaches
flockflooded esplanades
into chill lensed telescopes
I disappear
blank face
blank stare
blank wall
blank fear
white glare
drowning in my
sea again
I disappear
© Kim van Breda—15 January 2016
Categories:
receptions, introspection,
Form: Blank verse
Seduced by clichés of love,
We signed on for wedding doves,
Being at those wedding receptions,
All clichés of norms' conventions,
Having a cream puff wedding day,
Was an expensive way of getting laid,
All clichés for the bridal industry,
Trite cant and hypocrisy,
BUT--the appliances outlived everyone!!
Wedding gifts when once were young,
On film noir weddings I ponder on,
As golden years I wander on,
All that phony hypocrisy,
Cliches and norms of society,
D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
(who didn't hate going to their in-laws for tea?)
Categories:
receptions, break up, bridal shower,
Form: Free verse
What a colourful land India is!
Various religions, faiths innumerous
Sometimes Christmas, sometimes Diwali
Sometimes Id, sometimes Baisakhi
Celebrating people
Happy, cheerful and hilarious
Unique celebrations
Grand receptions
Creating love and brotherhood
Zeal and livelihood
Every day seems new
Drenched with
Hearty feeling dew
May Lord! Grant her
Prosperity and endeavor
To mingle the whole humanity
Into one eternity
To colour every heart
With love and sanctity
Her feelings of true love
Be a feature all above
Categories:
receptions, celebration, religious,
Form: Blank verse
Gridiron gods
Pacing in emerald-floored coliseums
Waking wounded warriors
Painted on sacred Sunday mornings
Grizzled generals
Directing drives of galloping glory
Battering bastions of blitzkrieg behemoths
Crouched in jagged lanes of motoring backs
Electric crowds
Struck by flashes of dazzling receptions
Lightning bolts intercepted mid-sky
Abruptly grounded by crackling hits
Fourth quarter
Goal line knuckles and sacked ribs
Ruptured faces oozing pigskin sweat
As seconds scrape against the will of men
Categories:
receptions, introspection, life, sports,
Form: Free verse