Short Rougher Poems
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Climate is changing in Bangladesh –
As a result
Some flowers of one season
Now bloom in another
Winter is vanishing fast
Summer is rougher and hotter
And rainfall is more than ever!
One face and two looks.
As unbridgeable
Each world in time's impression
Not relatable.
Smooth and sweetly pleased
When all is colour
To that rougher, hardened o'er.
Long aft whose dulled hour.
The rain is diluting the seawater
The waves seem higher and rougher
I´m blown by the storm wind
Dancing in the rain in my mind
I’m joyfully leaping like a clown
Among raindrops falling down
I’m nowhere and everywhere
People call me a daydreamer
sadly time never lies
when love sprouts then dies
in thorny hearts
sadly truths gets hidden
when deceit takes root
in dishonest words
sadly life gets rougher
going gets tougher
when faces turn their back on you
be true to self
when a fall is shameful
stand tall walk in integrity
God put me in a rougher sea
and made me prove to Him
that I could worthy be...
Worthy of his love to tell,
his little lamb
on rougher swell
I prayed to him
in turmoil mind
knowing that He is so kind,
and with his crook
he lifted me, quite sinless then,
from deep and raging sea.
10/5/2015
College kids,
we danced to Lou Reed
all night long,
beers in hand as we hit the floor,
we never tired of those songs,
the "wild side" pulled us in,
like a tunnel of love,
the rock stars were our prophets,
sent from above,
now we are aged,
rougher with life's scars,
yet still we smile,
with memories of rockin' in those bars.
though my life is rougher
Compared to some other
And constantly i suffer
Never will i trade it for another
Even if its a life much better
To me it will not matter
I will be just stronger
And try to be much wiser
Protect them from danger
Give the best of life i can offer
For there is no greater joy
To be my childrens mother.
I really am sorry
That for all those nights
Spent dreaming of skies starry
I hid from your lights
Silently screaming in the dark
Unable to breathe
A stroll through Hell’s park
The knife I unsheathe
But if you don’t know
The guilt I suffer
In my heart is woe
While each day is rougher
Oh, how much I wish to say,
“Every morning is a new day.”
Darling, I'm here for you
This Mantra is true
Darling, I know that you're there & I am very happy
It sticks like glue
Darling, I know you suffer
Sometimes it's getting rougher and tougher
Darling, I suffer, please help
I'll take care of you as a whelp
This is a happy moment
I'm permanently obedient patient
Darling, you're partly right
I love your light
The 6 Mantras in 3 Verses
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Pebbles in the stream
water carves their jagged skins
grinding them to smooth
time's current erodes all forms
each grain spilled feeds entropy
Age carves us rougher—
wrinkles, fissures, furrows spread,
chaos marks the skin;
it knurls the gnarled into grips
that drags daylight into night
For a rock, a tree
disorder unfolds; same way
each form cracked to dust
on path worn to final ash
as time decays, all texture
The second time around seems harder.
Perhaps slogging through the heavy air,
or seeking that old fire
casts over everything a dim, dark pallor.
Past victories gained have been broken.
Reclaiming new footing, and stalking
rougher higher peaks and eddies
vies with anticipated promises and fortune.
Third time may be much brighter.
Surely the lot revolutions, turns wheels
to a completely fresh canvas?
Sweeps away cobwebs and traps something righter.
Form:
I listen to your snoring
And I can’t believe my ears,
I haven’t felt this comfortable
In far too many years.
Your gentle breath upon my neck
Calms my very soul,
It’s hard to see days without you,
This peace is seldom known.
You’ve brought me through
Some of life’s rougher times,
You’ve loved me more, now
That I’m not living those lies.
I’m allowed to be who I really am,
Someone I never really knew,
And I thank you for showing me it’s OK
To be in love with you.
Things weren’t happening his way sex-wise
With a first lover damned worldly-wise,
A strange second with spiritual eyes,
A third who wouldn’t lie belly-wise
And a fourth wanting, first, some big prize:
Some kind of “Can’t you see my size
Or have your eyes been telling you lies?
‘Not smart trying a fifth who’s street-wise,
Rougher, tougher, still as worldly-wise;
‘A week with her to be heard your cries.’
Then, really the wise things: to leave sex
Cancel a meeting on it with Alex.