Book
there is in the mind of thought
untold, unseen
powerful engineer of life
comes timely
in the perspective of life
like the pure buddy
like the loving child
like the scholastic old
like the experimental theory
it comes to us
but need some
refinery
adjustment
adaptability
let the life be a light of book
27.07.2020 Chattogram
Exceedingly, very difficult to write poetry.
When tomorrow my city might become
a burning, crimson refinery.
ANTIFA coming to my city to destroy,
a quiet, suburban berg with awesome.
lovely girls and good, handsome boys.
This is a town of law-abiding, hard-
working folk.
But the George Soros poison into
destroying Europe and America is
doing its destructive work.
People are harmed, small businesses
forever crushed.
One cannot say this is wrong or they
will be ignored or politically hushed.
The wrong-doers in Minnesota are
jailed and awaiting their fate.
However, Soros cares not who gets
harmed, nor does he care~he's the
devil's mate.
I tearfully removed my American flag,
from my front yard today.
Not wishing ner-do-wells, to harm our
Old glory in anyway!
God Bless America!
June 6, 2020
8:30 PST
Poem # 1227
I met an angel this day and he shown bright in
Words for sharp were this words like refinery' s
furnace He did speak for love is for all
for it is the hand that Moulded
the clay and breath in fire
the fire from the stream
Of wisdom untold
unheard to
men
love
for
love
is
God
1Joh 2:9-11
MP News in Hindi :- LPG Gas Tanker Reversed… Sealed Area for Two Kilometers !!
Lpg gas tanker reflex-
sea. LPG gas tanker overturned last night on Deori road in Sagar district of Madhya Pradesh… It is being told that the tanker crashed due to fog in bad weather. The nozzle opened as the tanker overturned, causing gas to leak. As soon as the incident was known, the administration immediately sealed the Aria….
Team from Bina Refinery-
As soon as the incident was received, the administration has sealed the Aria for two kilometers from the tanker. At the same time the rescue team from Bina Refinery has started operation. People said that due to dew and fog, gas has spread in the field. The tanker is being monitored remotely. No one is being allowed to go near him. The two-kilometer area has been sealed. In the vicinity, profits are being made for not burning matches.
Tempting balm tonics reposed fantasist,
Panacea liquifies mirage views,
Crafts allusive lofts energies persist,
Twain heart's favor lips a desire to schmooze.
Elixir defines the gist of lovers,
Exposes the length of listed measures,
Hearts and souls, supernatural pleasures,
Cascade gifted juice as meant lips puckers.
Charts a course of innumerable sips,
Bottled refinery impatient lips,
Passion extremes supple to its excess,
Forward sweethearts immortal kiss access.
Tinctured herbs ripen souls remarkably,
Drink-filled lovers strengthen eternally.
2019 October 15
Rhyme scheme; abab, cddc, eeff, gg
howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables total
From opposite heads I hear crackles
you call me larry, even though I am Hilary
with my presence, lots of hate sprinkle
both minds convert to a dirty granary
forgetting that every problem can be tackled
to hatred, silence is an auxiliary
friendship suffering a swollen knuckle
but all these should soon pass a refinery
forgiveness cures the broken ankle
and makes life less complicated and ordinary
Cherry Blossom
An ocean of pink and white
Waves are her petal bed
A sprinkle of beauty
A gossamer spread
Untrammelled they fall
Down to kiss the ground
Refinery"s best in show
Flutterdown everglow
Not by fluke was fondness captured
Lying luckily , eyes raptured
Twas here not by chance
Basking in her Flamboyance
thank you
This is a story from the history pages
Where diamonds were found
In the Kimberly hole
And when its wealth was extolled
To Johannesburg next the road would lead
To the fields of gold they next would seek
On Witwatersrand main reef
And when the seam was mined and spent
To Rustenburg the miners went
For platinum to sink drilling shaft's
South Africa's history belies its earth
Where empires came to mine for wealth
Now all that stand are plots of land
Are rusty head gear and mining dumps
Gone are the conveyor belts
And refinery smoke
And the mining folk
Where hard hats with torch attached
Shone upon the fossil rock
Now what replaced the mining rush
Is Johannesburg's now a bed of crime
And Kimberly is now a 1 horse town
If truth be told
All that glistened isn't gold
And diamonds aren't forever
When the mining stops
And nothing is left
Captured in twinkling apricot diamonds dappling cosmoses
& ocean's tumultuous roar of foaming cerulean furor,
prolific winds that howl & soar atop empurpled elevations
mid streams that pierce meadows of extravagant greenness,
thunder that splits the skies, nourishing the promise of an
exalted burnt umber earth spinning in tempestuous regnant
surrendering wildflowers wherefrom mysteries shade the trees,
magenta and sapphire sunsets 'tween horizon's resplendence
arousing aspirations midst procreation's quintessential splendor
whilst countless dispersed particles enhance encompassed secrets,
awakening the senses in nature's awe-inspiring scenic refinery
You get to walk into a new day
While someone would give anything
To see a new day unfold
You get to inhale a breath of fresh air
While somewhere someone is struggling
For every breath they take
Your life might be full of challenges
While someone would give their last
Just to feel something,
Just to feel anything again
Your today might not be what you had in mind
But in this instant someone would love
To have just an inch of what you have
Do not measure your capacity by the lack of something
Measure it by the grace you walk in
Because every step and
Every breath
Speaks of grace
Even through pain
Even through heartache
Broken doesn't mean finished product
It means in production to refinery
©123016022016
Poor in manners and stained in character
Empty is the ego, displaying this mess
Raw body language, no matter how meaty
Verifies a desperate mind in need of a refinery
Even if one can pay the bills of New York
Rejection will still be encountered from the right persons
Sexuality well expressed is beautiful
In as much as consent, time and space are respected
Only a people of same class mingle, so therefore
Never take this filth along if high up the chain is targeted.
Written July 31, 2012
Here she comes
Walking down the road
To a machine gun refinery
Where she just won't know
Where she's going
Down the path of pestilence
Or on the wings of resilience
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"
Knocking on the door
Shoot to thrill screams
More more more
And she just don't know
If she can take it anymore
Should she keep knocking on the door
Or should she lay down her sword
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"
When the sun rises tomorrow
I'll be drowning in my sorrow
Yet again I've killed a man
Defenselessly at that
Born and buried in a sea
That just becomes our memories
That we will never get to see
Because of our selfishness
Watch me closing in on death
Violins
Playing in my mind
Relentlessly at that
I guess it's my turn at bat
To finally see what I am
What I've become is not a man
Oh violins
Take me away
I'm a monster anyways
i represent an
invisible wall to
you
everytime you walk
by
i wish i was a
magician only for
you
everytime you walk
by
i would create the
most amazing art for
you
everytime you walk
by
i would totally
erase the maze of
confusion for you
everytime you walk
by
the bridge of
rejection sends my
inner fear into
ascension
i want to fall off
intentionally when i
imagine the natural
scent of you
internally i do
jumping jacks
internally i do
squat thrusts
externally i do
speed walks
externally i do the
shy guy stroll
everytime you walk
by
i guess i deserve to
be the ghost as
practice for the
sport of your
resistance
i wish i had a
pickaxe
i wish i had a
mallet
i wish i had a
poker....anything to
to help extend my
arms
everytime you walk
by
now the day is done
now the night
becomes the
masterful bully
now the dawn of day
teases me with its
indecisiveness
now the apex of the
torture begins for
me again
everytime you walk
by
Licking flames
Rage...
Heat penetrates,
Ashes smolder...
Purified stone
Emerges.
Who is a Prisoner Now
My back yard has high walls and is like sun trap, I sit here and
get a tan in winters... the walls, cracked, need a lick of paint.
I can see a map of Europe, lakes, rivers and open plains
where wolves roam and hunt elk, and man shot wolves.
The map changes I now see the Caribbean and the Islands
dotted about. When I was on a small tank ship years ago I had
a chance to go ashore, visit and explore most of the Islands
.... mainly I fear, my interest was to meet lovely girls, of what
these Islands have many, and with a few of them swam in
crystal clear waters of innocence. I also had the sense to see
those pearls of Islands in early morning haze.
So many years ago, yet I remember Teresa, in Curacao, and that
is a great recall, as the Island itself is rather flat and has little
to offer of beauty, its only claim to fame is a big oil refinery and
the largest camp of prostitutes I have ever seen. Anyway the sun is
setting and shadows erase my map, time to go in and lit the fire,
but reminiscence of a time gone by lingers.
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