He plays flute while passing my door :
Mellifluous tune welcomes
me just to respond song of path !
Harmonic cadence allures.
Mesmerised to break stagnancy.
Music of path resonates.
I stopped embracing land—
let cross seas crash upon my
suffering, instabilities—
somehow, in deranged undertow,
in suffocating currents,
benthic pressures…
I remembered my own strength
does not appear where it is
safe—lit like bioluminescence
inside disillusion,
unsure—salt-soaked mess.
I laugh—because I thought
land held answers—
but all it gave me was
stagnancy, unrest.
9.12.25
Now, that the world is getting purer and cleaner
everyday
who clear incoherently harbour dirts and spillage around.
Is it not the hand meant for cleaning and washing
and working out this and some of the other things?.
And the mouth for eating and drinking and talking
and laughing and many ,many, many other wishes
of sort kind?.
And foot and leg for us to reach out the dustbin for
instance?.
The dirt can't be a waste products perse nor the hand
a part of such dilemma nor the skull a kick hell out
of a thing cup? nor what dramatic human right nor
political taboo?.
I have a problem and that is true is quite different
from I have problem and that is true?.
Why then these people pollute nature
when already it's suffers contamination and stagnancy
and spillaging and wasting like quacks and qualms.
Even broken I'm bold enough
I breathe hope at every moment.
As pessimist not to lament.
Ambition shines on firmament.
At every breathe dazzling my hope.
Ready to use the exact scope.
Always rational, not to grope.
Even life appearing too tough.
At every moment hope to breathe.
Dynamism inspires to seethe.
Positivity to get sheathed.
Even when path of life turns rough.
Ray of hope to enlighten me
No stagnancy, progressing free,
though Future is never to see.
lf grief stricken, I try to laugh.
Heart is broken ? But hope beats drum.
Courage is pivot , also fulcrum.
I will bounce back on strength - spectrum.
Overcoming rue I will burp.
‘ Seize the day ‘ ! It’s carpe diem
Every day in life is a game.
Life to enjoy and to explore :
Any moment not to ignore.
Each day appears as a gift.
Utilise, being perfect fit.
Be dynamic, no stagnancy.
Be joyful, no despondency.
Proceed always to progress.
At any cost, not to regress.
Ups and downs in life : more or less,
yet consider each day to bless.
Accept each day as a challenge.
It’s up to you, how to arrange !
Never sit indolent, at all.
Respond to every moment’s call.
A definite air permeates
When in the walls of my room
Projected productivity is it?
Or rather the reflection of what those expect of me
Identity found... lost, through my grasp
Hard to dicier or fully know
Craving change, something swift
Yet nothing short of raw, with nature as my muse
Possibilities seem infinite, away from these parts
Just the sheer art of crossing unforeseen paths
Evoking my soul and lust for life, I sit and wait
As if the trust I should place in myself lies agape
Too close to home, I feel exposed
To judgements, expectations, and morale I hope I lack
By that I mean from their skewed sightings of things
And so the awe of discovery calls me
Replacing shame, resistance, anger, yet-
Through times of stagnancy I surely say...
Have I truly surpassed these past felt ways?
Assured, I realize triggers do arise, often times
Standing in the kitchen, pacing the halls, walking
Phone calls, a pause, anticipated familial talks...it all
Tales to be told to the generation to be
A family I will hold dear, never inflict previous cycles upon
Shared highlight reel of what once was, and everything in between
Is it lax, laziness, lethargy, sloth, or stagnancy?
Or is it like the calm quietness of a crocodile?
Is it a temporary entrance into fantasy?
Or is it being with the ceaseless spirit for a while?
Like a crane, as though in slumber, stands solemn and soundless.
Alert to grab the best of the fish that comes on its way
So too one on an endeavour, though within feels boundless.
Opts for the Zen form, and from all distractions stays away.
The silence that lies in passing from this world to the next
The tranquil interval between death and resurrection
When humans await, with eternity, to be annexed
Eternal Spirit offers profuse grace and protection.
This quiescence, not lifelessness, like treasures, one should earn.
To dwell, like the saints, in the sacred silence, one should learn
Look at what I fed your mind, your ego and pride
I created a creative little secrecy
Where your beauty never fades within and out the galaxy
Stagnancy is change you aim for eternity
So much to say
But, the glimpse of light
Took my seat
Left me in awe
Of his big gentle smile
Passing on anemic, passing in strength
Stagnancy retired
The eagle fly freely and back hunting again
Long live Dominion
MORAL VALUES
You Require TRUTHFULNESS and HONESTY
No need to act strictly religious
Not to be rude but run on MODESTY.
And always stick to be RIGHTEOUS.
Have feelings for needy and the distressed.
Don’t be selfish trying to flinch or to funk.
Treat earnest with your COURAGE and KINDNESS.
Offer your LOVE and HELP ! Don’t let them sunk.
Act analytic being RATIONAL.
Never give up, remain OPTIMISTIC.
SELF -CONFIDENCE is your basic moral.
Don’t allow stagnancy, go DYNAMIC.
Respect Universal Moral Values.
Implement in your life : Patent’s views.
02/09/2023
The 12 things you’ll teach your child
Contest by Matt Caliri
My House - Life
My house- life is constructed
with bricks of dignity and self esteem.
Enthusiastic emotion has erected
columns of uprightness.
Perdurable passion has completed
pearly painting.
Fortune favours through
wide window.
Destiny forces foisting glass ceiling.
Phrenetic frustrations and pococurante stagnancy
to escape through back door.
Open terrace to savour
lustrous lavender love in liberation
and dinkum dreamy desires to desseminate.
01/26/23
Brian Strand No. 1175
Contest by Brian Strand
I always look at the wall clock
To see the time
Only twelve numbers
But some landing spots
For the eyes
To see the pendulum
Only swinging from left to right
Right to left
But motion kills stagnancy
It gives us vigour and life
To hear a sound of the pendulum
To tell the hour
Sound kills quietness and loneliness
Though too far away
To hear the tick-tock
But it emerges in my mind
Like the loved ones
And the clock looks old fashion
And colour fading
Like the old lady
In front of it
Waiting to be treated as
An old friend
I scorn the scowls
of winter’s reaper
steel slicing scythe
his corded calamity!
Who grabs the life
from my chest
a killing clutch
his murderous glee!
Cold stagnant breath
rots my cheek
putrid frigid blight
his icy stagnancy!
Loud howling voice
a solemn knell
the endless tolling
his ringing revelry!
Oh scavenger of
dark March day
die a death
so set me free!
Sumptuous suggestions straddle stagnancy
Summoned by engaging pages
Susceptible skulls imbibe vibrancy
Surmounting latitude notion ravages
Authors serve smorgasbord swathes of research
Reading's pizza fuses flavours opposing
Issues investigated, valid views aptly asserted
Essays stretch perception, anomaly concepts provoking
Unfurling knowledge tunes recognition's accord
Rhizomes capacitate vertical fronds fluent
Rationale garnered from forest of topics explored
Absorbs ripened writing, reaps new nutrients
Menacing media's ocean threatens to overwhelm
Thrusting throng fish flash slippery details
Awash in momentum's musings, reader swallows foam
Deep sea dive reveals wealth of ocean's minerals
Publications polish paled perishing facets
Discernment detangles dusty brain's barren
Seeds sown with sophistication grow great in habit
Cracked codes give gregarious cerebrum companion
Sleeping is for others
My feelings so hard and brittle
Keep me awake wondering what I have done wrong
Was it me even or was it you?
Your lively run from stagnancy always amazed me.
Why did you forsake me?
What did I do?
Can we start anew?
How will I find you?
Are you anywhere beside my dreams?
I have never had such a hard time
Thinking of words for an acute sadness I have never felt before
But of course I had never had my heart stolen before either
Bring it back as soon as possible
So I can see your face one more time
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