Short Unpredictably Poems
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"Shifts.."
In perception
Seem to happen
Unpredictably
Immediately as
Nothing appears..
Astoundingly
Without instruction
Without fanfare...
Pets are hilarious to watch on television
Their reaction to things are unpredictably awesome
Instantaneous and cute
Quite lovable to boot
They crack me up with their strange fetishism
"A weary world
Rejoices..for yonder
Breaks a new and
Glorious morn.."
Joy arises
With the sun..
Unexplained
Unpredictably..
Appearing as
The seeming
Persistent
Weariness...
Friends are treasures need not to be hunt
They come unpredictably just in front
Sent as blessings only for you
Sent from God to help you through
Priceless they are, no money can cost
Not like golds or diamonds, they can never be sold
Stolen like jewels, they can never be
For true friends stay with you eternally
predictable rise
who knows
deer in the road
traffic woes
blackened skies
amidst the hush
parting clouds
a dawning blush
weather forecast
rain or snow
either or
unpredictably so
what ever happens
inside this day
uncontrollably
we have no say
December 5 2019
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Six summer nectarines
Nestling snugly in a bowl,
Lovingly and caressingly
Selected and arranged there
As if by a lover's hand.
Cool, flawless skin,
Firm, sweet, succulent flesh,
Curiously sensuous cleft,
And lush fruity perfume
Awaken in me,
Suddenly,
Unpredictably,
A vaguely conscious semblance
Of forgotten longings
Unabated,
And remembered passions
Unfulfilled.
When I was young,
I was so carefree,
At least that’s how
It seems to me,
Ain’t it sad,
How things turn out to be?
Full of hope,
Full of passionate dreams,
A thrilling new world
Lay right before me,
Ain’t it sad,
How things turn out to be?
Glass half full,
Then it’s half empty,
My mood can change
So very unpredictably,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
Feelings, like storms, disrupt the inner peace and leave the future uncertain
Hopes, like mountains, seen and far away to reach
Desires, like eternal, keeps running and stop’s nowhere
Thoughts, like lightning, shine, disappear, and keeps coming
Tears, like rains, clear the clouds and leave it’s
Sign
Life, like ocean meets river, people comes from various channels with infinite waves, some to live and some to leave
How has it come?
There was youth,
then love-
a certained indefatigable spirit,
tending memories, coddling pasts;
those pasts, her.
Recalled experiences as exhilarating
as the finest spring breath;
he'd left it all to chance,
or specified women, and now
blindsided by loneliness
and loss,
waxing and waning unpredictably,
but mostly waning.
An ordinary mortal
leads an un-heroic life
until nothing remains inside.
No, tears are not just water.