Oh, blue, blue sky that used to be,
Before those grey lines bled,
Has evil now taken over the World,
Are all the good men dead?
I like to think there are a few gentle gems still left
amidst all the clanging slag
beauty and shine amidst the blue
of suffering and selfishness. The anti-divine
my-my, how we're fond of comparing:
fashion
gods
skin tones
collections of things
so willing to kill each other for
oil
cocoa leaves
political differences
pink meat...
Until we evolve, it's better to separate than kill one another.
Just the other day, a man was stoned to death for being gay.
Another, beaten, a few breaths shy of death for wearing a MAGA hat.
Devils sashay bloody streets-eating innocents-pepper spraying God.
Time to separate and pray-that blaze gives way to more gentle embers.
Las Vegas Strip Spraying
Last night there was a strip spraying;
Bullets were straying and bodies laying;
Agony there,
And despair;
We wonder what message this is saying.
Jim Horn
Spraying Beauty
The burnished yellow sky crackles loud
Opening the golden gates of its honeyed dome
Freeing the invisible wind to cycle through the yellow mustard fields
Spraying its trails with scent and freshness of panoramic beauty
March 4, 2016
Contest: United Colours - Yellow
Sponsor: Silent One
Though I have flu I tried putting up~show,
while on a date,sneezing spoils the smooth flow,
Mucus flies out of my nose,
which gives her a spraying dose;
with that look on her face,"no chance"!,I know.
to print herself the headache of the magnolia
sometimes spreads up to the legs of the ripe mangos
in the water that creeps up to the horizon
the magic-deer of panchbati is sailing solo
under the neon-sun the groundnuts learn
the vow-tale of the deep lipstick
if in the centre of the mango-pith … standing on the hanging-balcony
there is a flower of guava … then …while walking along her sweet grievances
some day that handmade fan must be traced… to make the clouds that are swept in by storm
more literate … the time to dip the painting brush
in the colour of whose recommendations is still……..
it happens… from the desire to get printed
the magic-deer… before reaching to any literacy-centre …
some dusts gather on her body…some part is eaten by the ants…
although there should have been some arrangements
to spray the red-rose regularly
and next … the winter comes
the hands want to be stolen
under the blue scarf
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