Gunda is a robot vacuum cleaner
a skilful dust gleaner
makes no sound
just going round and round
The wind slides across the sail,
not only an angular thrust,
but a broad embrace of motion,
a wide reach of prime promise
that progress need not be a struggle,
and existential course can be covered
with faith in favorable invisible currents,
the natural drift of what one really is.
Leaning on the flow of moments
life is an art of sailing
with what carries it forward,
the skilful insight of knowing
when to align with the possibility,
with the intent of efficient navigation,
a shift from friction to surge,
releasing the potent momentum of passion.
Look out into our wonderful world
see it in its beauty and wonder
what a masterpiece God has created
but man's sin wrecked it, what a blunder
God will always have the final say
He knew that sin would bring disaster
His master plan will do what's required
proving that God alone is the master
This master plan is full of divine love
the Lord of glory will execute in full
bringing righteousness to reign ultimately
paradise will again on the earth rule
What a picture from the master painter
full of colours galore in our minds
so intricate and skilful to the eye
mesmerisingly beautiful divinely signed
This God has created all things
every person made in God's image
the Lord is full of His perfect grace
for He knows everyone in every age
She creates her world at night,
Her mind becomes a beacon of light,
Illuminating the dark corners of her mind.
She sees beyond her surroundings,
And in the stillness of the night,
The universe within her emerges,
She scripts these mysteries.
He crafts his art in a dimly lit room,
His mind flourishes in this ambience.
The designs emerge from the shadows,
Like a blooming meadow at dawn.
He sketches these creations,
And then they come to life.
I am a child born of the union of the two,
Two worlds dwell within me.
Sometimes I become a turbulent sea,
I create my realm at any time,
As long as it is an endearing clime,
Mysteries linger in my chamber,
And sometimes the unseen walks into my slumber.
She is gifted yet sometimes troubled by her abilities;
He is skilful and dutiful, yet haunted by the tendrils of the night.
I am a skyward architecture of the first and a budding of the second.
At times, I traverse strange pathways,
Together, we seek redemption.
August 30, 2025.
The wordsmith’s art is a game of chance,
Where meanings dance and ideas trance.
A deft hand wields the pen with grace
A subtle symphony, a nimble chase.
From arcane whispers, and secrets told,
To audacious strokes, both bold and old.
An amiable muse, with a gentle heart,
Inspiring words that tear apart.
A clandestine plot, a cunning scheme,
With boisterous laughs and jovial gleam.
Words ebb and flow, a vibrant tide,
Capricious, and whimsical, they cannot hide.
Some dance with flair, with eloquent might,
While others fade, ephemeral in the light.
An egregious error, a poignant plea,
An insidious plot, a symphony.
We seek the luminous, the serendipitous find,
A moment of joy, to soothe the mind.
With cunning wit and a sly remark,
A raucous laugh, a playful spark.
Through boisterous humdingers, and shenanigans,
A wistful sigh, or a sweet, mawkish stance.
The playwright’s art, a dance so grand,
A poignant twist, with a skilful hand.
Let us savour this exquisite game,
Where words intertwine, an artful flame.
So open your heart, let language soar,
The play of words, forever!
PARROT PAIR
Parrot pair perching on branch,
thinking deep, also taking rest,
where to build a cosy nest,
both being devoted and stanched.
Parrot couple yearn for nestling.
In mating season coming close.
Natural ! Love with lust arose,
through hidden parental feeling.
Twigs, leaves, hay, feral grass to pick
as building blocks, materials ,
collecting all essentials.
Skilful birds to use curvy beaks.
Natural instinct of all species :
To survive through evolution,
caring, nurturing the young ones.
But birds do care for too short sprees.
Not guaranteed in coming year
will meet or mate same parrot pair.
Mating period: Season spring
is sure to greet lovely offsprings.
Arthur&Georgina Gaskin
skilful&innovative from Birmingham
Arts&crafts was their life
a very creative husband&wife
The colour of life
Nature's healing remedy
Administered through the eyes
Flows through the nerves
To heal the mind,
To bring forth gratitude,
And joy and thanksgiving.
Yes, green is good.
See, how the Great Designer
The skilful Creator God
Purposely knitted it,
On leaves tiny and huge,
Carpeted and canopied the forests.
Painted the valleys
Crafted the hills
With colour of life.
Love it green.
Keep it green.
Faith filled fervency in fellowship with family and friends
Always advising with amazing authority and austerity
True pastor-teacher and talented Jack of all trades
Humble, honest and handsome, he is my hero
Exemplary evangelist with experience and excellence
Robust and reliable, he restlessly runs our residence
Sincere, skilful, smart and sharp-witted with a sensitive side
Dynamic, dauntless and dear, he has a distinctive personality
Articulate and able, ablaze with abiding, ardent love
Yeah, he loves yard work and yearns for yonder heaven.
05.17.2021
For L Milton Hankins' "A tribute to fathers" contest
There was I in my early twenties
sitting bored on a Sunday afternoon
mu mum suggested, get a hobby
but being a loner was well out of tune
My mind was blank till mum said
learn guitar, my son, well maybe
so I bought an acoustic guitar
then got lessons to learn my key
As I started learning some real tunes
it seemed I should've begun while a teen
but some progress I was actually making
after a year thought what might have been
So gave it up, wonder why?
probably not dedicated far enough
but now really appreciate class
guitarists playing real splendid stuff
My experiences make one appreciate
the skilful play of these in master class
like Bream, Williams, Romero and the like
inspiration they do bring, pray not to pass
(I recall here my early 20s and making effort to learn guitar which was not to be but learn to appreciate those who could especially in the classical field.)
gestures
free&loose
unconsidered
assumptions
subject to invention
oftimes
open
yet
crystal clear-
pure
joy
skilful
realms of gold
of longing
legends
of
the
heart's
desire
Taking a head stand in a stand-off position
coarse necklace of boulders draped around her neck
Well balanced through bronze ankle shackles
from a heavy weight anchor ground into ground
Rosary too endless for desperate prayers to settle
suspended from lonely helpless unlimited chains
Nails oozing blood with razor-sharp thorns
inscribed into what was a fine cutting mind
Wreaths laid to rest crowned in salvation
confining time and space of remote aspirations
Bracelets jingles and bangles from unburdened prime
underpinned by primal desire and from Munch’s scream
Dangling ropes braided from heart sunken feelings
a traveller’s skilful reminder of knots holding firm
Life is a wheel and a circle and impermanent loop
and a coffin draped in flowers with nobody at home
02nd May 2019
Four long years have past, World Cup here at last
Thirty two teams full of hope, live their dreams
from all over our world, adorers massed
Within Russia's realms, friendship to extremes
Football fever, expectation from fans
Nil nil will not suffice on or off the pitch
technology enforces rules and commands
Our beautiful game for all, poor or rich
soccer is sport, brings most nations together
With one aim our team to win is our goal
play in sun or rain whatever the weather
skilful athletes, architects of ball control,
enjoy the comradely, pleasure and joy
cheer your home team when they score
let’s compete on the football pitch oh boy
it’s got to be better than on fields of war.
June 17 2018
2018 World Cup Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney.
Have I ever told you?
I was smitten with you then
when we first met.
A quiver ran down my body
by your single look.
Your fine archery
couldn't have missed the shot
as your crossbow-eyes
aimed at me
and your piercing sight
like an arrow wounded my heart
with venom of your lethal love.
I couldn't have survived
your fatal attack
if you didn't aid me
with your skilful nursing
infused with adoration.
You almost healed me
with your romantic treatment
and medicines made of love
but residue of that venom
still runs through my veins
in my blood and fills my heart
with unruly passion for you.
I was too ignorant
to know then but I know now
that I am captivated by you
and your tricks forever.
You know how to make me
suffer for your love.
You are the one to make me ill
and you are the one to cure me.
Darling, you are my malady
and you are my only remedy.
I am still smitten with you
and will be forever.
Date: 11/12/2017
A skilful magician - was glad and proud.
Sitting in the cell, he did not lose a heart.
Just clicking with finger he quickly took out
Eggs, chickens and rabbits- from his shabby hat
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