Particles of ice dust, high in the atmosphere
Surrounded by vapor, condensing on it’s skin
More and more, they coalesce together
Forming rain clouds, of tiny droplets within.
Growing heavier, reaching saturation point,
Impossible to defy, gravity’s taking over,
Falling from skies, in critical mass formation
Turning into a mist, drizzle starts to pour.
Running for cover, not wanting to get soaked
Standing in a doorway, but shelter is scant
Coming down sideways, I finally surrender
Drenched to the bone, keeps blowing aslant.
Puddles fill up, turning roads into rivers
Gutters overflow, creating makeshift streams
Big lorry races by, causing a tidal wave
Gone beyond caring, don’t bother to scream.
Kicking high water, all along the footpath
Perhaps I’m actually, standing in the sea
Almighty flash, then terrific roar of thunder
Oh give me a fishing rod, catch my own tea.
By
David Kavanagh
Tea English = afternoon meal
Soft day Ireland = heavy saturating drizzle
They loved each other
From their mind
They both promised together
To share all things together
Happy and sorrow
Till life remains of both
In short period
Changed their understanding
To misunderstanding
A short misunderstanding
No one was ready to find out
What was their problem on misunderstanding?
I feel on their misunderstanding
Prominent role played by ego
By nature human nature is egoistic
Might be everything has to be collapse
After certain saturation point
Which they unable to trace out
And ruined their personal life
As well as societies too
Problems will come into life
But not to try solve by
emotion, sentiments and others advice
Use a precious mind of yours
To make a heavenly life
Till last breath
it destroys it demantels -
solely
in the species of humankind -
throughout periods of existence
the ecstasy of the mind
beyond doubt cupidity of man
never did never will nor can
obtain the saturation point
in which happiness and contentment are joint
a deceptive slant -
having what you want
portraying the emperor over much
not yet enough
in a reign of unlimited boundaries
grants you the life of happiness
the verity of bliss
a philosophy in disguise
hidden in the illusory slant
fooling both halfwit and wise
his perspective man must turn around
before the source of gladness can be found -
that not in greed for gain or gold
but rather in wanting what you hold
Saturation Point
Dirt under my nails
A withered feeling
I did not notice the sun
Until I succumbed to a weakness
In by back and knees
My shoulders sagged
My eyelids were
Like those lead fishing lures
I found in a corner of my scrape yard
I’d like to call my garden old
The simplification of watching the
Process of spring
Is a spring
Daffodils sprout from my table
They are yellow, from Safeway, butter-cup gold
Morning glory bells and daisy clusters
Could not be crushed
In their proliferation on the chicken-farm road
The old lady sat triangular
A heart’s distance to my house
She thanked me for a gift of an orchid and gladiola
They were on silken paper, but not fake
She thanked me for the real thing and some
Potato salad my children had delivered
I smiled-
There was no dirt under her nails.
If we did not own Boko, he will not be born amongst us. Aliens can only come and
go, like a disease, when treated it disappears for good, yet Boko dwells for he is at
home. Boko can only survive for it is same, only a different shade from us who sit in
the comfort of supreme offices to rob people of their entitlement and compel them
to die from deprivation. They that die from this process are not known so it does not
matter for righteousness cannot be lost that way. Guns and bombs are not needed
because the pen is mightier. Killing millions in a pen swipe; and we remain in the
majority, them that strive to pull down a neighbor, with capacity to envy and destroy
at will even with rancid tongues. It is just the time to stop and think, Boko is a call for
reassessment of self if only we can listen and learn rather than sustaining careless
chants to achieve destruction. Good can result from evil if we care.
Created but consuming author
Saturation point attained
Revolution
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