Vintage vinyl our rare groover
Let’s toast this goalpost mover
No boast our third man hoover
Arcane host Kane a soul soother
Again our stain and pain remover
Pledges to make edges smoother
He’s our medieval cathedral louver
Trained so hard.. a self improver
Was a "when in Rome" approver
An ascetic tome like Martin Luther
Now depart for T20 in Vancouver?
Huge heart is part of his oeuvre
Another behind cover manoeuvre
Find his art at home in the Louvre
My name is Timothy
But when spoken upon your lips
It sounds so differently than any other
Your lips must be smoother than butter relaxing like rain
I never knew another to be more graceful or outspoken
Maybe I would like to take a closer look inside your soul
Would I find Disappointment or Encouragement
Or better yet Empathy
Like The Force of Your Soul that Flows through Me
Like Whip cream and Strawberries
Like any anywhere in Texas
If I could escape this place like Sodom Gomorrah
Because I want to be with you today and not tomorrow
And that be my sorrow
And when see me down casted maybe I need to borrow
A smile with a few words of encouragement
Because if two faces confront me
I can't afford to be caught off my guard or in my sleep
Cause it's my soul Satan wants to corrupt
It's the Love for you in my heart that will never give up
Creamy, cooked with condensed milk
Ultra- chocolate coating
Sweet palatable sauce
Too tasty tempting tongue- smoother.
Added with my favorite flavour vanilla
Roasted nuts to be powdered to get mixed.
Delicious digestive dessert
Piercing Words
Words are thrown like a game of
Arrows.
Presumptions, Razor-sharp slandering
And hurtful to one's core.
Oneself believed words eventhough
When one's actions proved wrong;
Shooting from ambush at the blameless.
Piercing Words are quaint, and how
Words can enter one's thoughts and
Never leave.
Laying snares secretly, thinking
"Who can see us?" We're smoother
than Butter.
Piercing Words are spears and arrows, their tongues are sharper than daggers.
Freedom got sick, just one innovatian at a
Time.. Now time disencourages a removal
Of the hardware..As economics encourage
The removal of the beneficiaries..? Of the
Conveniences once intended to make them free.'
When will Baz..Ben & their men ken..learn
Despite or to spite the "has beens" concern
Trouble to rubble only listen to their bubble
That Bazball trite shi*e they're always right
Be true to thine self.. the cover drive shelf
Lack that knack & gift to swiftly shift back
On pacy racy turfs where the conker surfs
Play it late and don't hit it on the up mate
Wafts of wishing fishing on the 5th stump
Down in the dump chump will then flump
Snag trumped by the ball that did rag jump
Nicked to slip or off the glove it did thump
Rascals debacles and wickets castled slump
Head more pizzazz..razzmattazz did gazump
Smoother purer surer bravura groover jazz
Baz did kowtow to an Aussie..now take a bow
OZ's wizard of the wood blizzard was that good
Y'all we should clearly really call it "TRAV or is that CHAV BALL !
When conscious of who I was and who I am delivered,
A sense of giving all my all, where previously I quivered.
I tried my best in all I did, through challenges diverse,
While others walked on smoother paths — for better, or for worse.
Though they had their problems, I watched them on the quest,
And when they died, it’s said of them, they truly did their best.
It puzzled me each time they passed, where silently I fell,
Pondering their journey — to heaven through a hell?
Guess so many try their best in everything they do,
Persevering and persisting, primely pushing through.
This unpredictable life with challenges, driven by mere hope,
And hope is hard to hold, down that shifty slope.
However, we're not good enough if we do not aim;
To float along should be wrong, such a shabby shame.
However, when my angel comes and carries me in rest,
I understand myself: they'll brand, “She did her very best.”
— Rest in Peace
Eye's as pretty as Arabian Pearl's.
Eye's as shiny as Ghana's gold.
Skin as delicate as rose petals.
Skin smoother than Russia's steel.
Hair lengthier than China's thread.
Hair as soft as Indian silk.
Voice so glorious as angels rising.
Voice sweeter than Ethiopian honey.
Hand's mightier than Rome.
Hand's sharper than Zeus's spear.
Legs temping as Billion Dollar's mine.
Leg's as gracious as Neptune's Chariots.
Mind as cunning as a Fox.
Mind as wicked as a phyton.
Heart whiter than snow.
Heart purer than a Dove's.
I smell love in sea's.
I smell love in the mountains.
My heart races like a cheetah.
My mind craves it like a hunter.
So I await your entry into my heart.
So I await your entry into my house.
Thus, She truly is as "The Queen Bee".
brushstrokes across canvas of mine
flow smoother and mellower with wine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade.
Singing birds dancing upon your grace
Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint
An everyday Christmas when you're awake
You are a gift to me
Cherishing how your hand sparkles
Feet smoother than any babies
Sweet Carmel skin
My love looks like winter but is always sunny
Never below seventy degrees
Lioness bowing down to royalty
You are powerful
Understand your force
Control the wind on this earth
Is that you, Isis?
~Reborn
An Emperor With No Clothing
Would Be A Painful Site
No Hat No Hair No Paint No Lies
No Devil In Disguise
No Right...
But Smoother In The
Darkest Night
They Slither Out Of View
A Mote Into The Madness
Passing ---
Clearly Out Of
TRUE *
Whatever! Wearing Costumes...
Let's See Who's Dressed The Best!
From Military Uniforms To
Oops!!! Revealing Breasts.
OK,
You KNOW What's
"Proper,"
But Are You
SURE.
???
CUZ:
We've Made A Mess
Of Naked-ness
Since We
Realized We Were.
-Gray Squirrel
06-03-2025
Why do I like you? I dunno.
Maybe it's the way your bloomers show.
In your Scottish dancing clogs yer
smoother than a seal or frog's fur.
Strength in Losing
it’s easy being a winner
everything runs much smoother
losing is more difficult
loss is how we grow
One
grain drops.
Time begins,
or keeps going—
it’s hard to tell which.
Necks pinch into purpose.
Pressure makes the moment's weight—
its glass throat narrows in, knowing:
the longer it holds, the less it means.
We reflect shapes only edges can name.
We reflect edges only shapes can name.
The longer it holds, the less it means—
its glass throat narrows in, knowing
pressure makes the moment's weight.
Necks pinch into purpose.
It’s hard to tell which.
It keeps going—
time begins.
Grains drop.
One.
One
eye blinks.
You were here—
then you weren’t. Dust
settles in the bowl
of what we almost kept.
Hands can learn from repeating.
As they grow, smoother, more resigned,
an hourglass flips with no permission.
No one votes on the descent of return.
No one votes on the return of descent.
An hourglass with no permission flips.
It just grows smoother, more resigned.
My hands learn from the repeat,
of what I almost keep,
settled in the bowl—
you are now dust.
You aren't here.
Eye blinks.
One.
Lesser as I cried softer felt my pain,
When muffled loud sobs soother felt my pain.
With a power-saw I cut me into two,
Gave me solace, the succour soothed my pain.
Dwelling on my hurt and its remedies,
Ever the more severe felt my pain.
Yea, like a dog I chewed on painful bone,
Like a piece of great bother felt my pain.
No one came, no one went, none talked of it,
Nor yet mind mused and smoother felt my pain.
Years passed since hurt happened, and then one day
We laughed together. Whither went my pain?
Some pains are born with us and grow with us,
You age and ere ye know, older gets pain.
____________________________
Ghazal |38.01.2025|pain
Based on a Gujarati piece by Parul Khakhhar, no translation.
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