* Butterfly crawls
with a lonely wing
in company of ants.
* Rocks holding head high
along with sprouting leaf
Branches of spring's tree.
* Fisherman back home
In the evening hours
Maritime land welcomes.
* Though broken into itsy bitsy
remain as a sacrifice of alive
Egg shells.
* The crops and sickle
are mere symbols
In the days of harvest.
* Eventhough desert field
extending life with overwhelmed joy
date trees...
* Evening time
Enters slowly into the street
Yellow awning
* Poor pupil
At the address of him
Palace street
* Full moon day
It is rejuvenating...
The brush of the artist
* Disappeared dawn
Grief-sticken humanity
Strom pass away earth
....Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram
Chennai, TN, India
Categories:
sticken, art, butterfly, devotion, humanity,
Form: Senryu
‘Twas the night before Christmas in the little town of Oberflugelschweinsaxenmitcracklingewurst.
(There are some that are much longer; it isn’t the worst)
Now hier ist ze haus of ze happy family SCHMIDT
Und Herr Schmidt mit rosenconk giving ze gluwein a hit
Ze Schmidt kinder all excited - Santa Claus kommin to town
Und everyone so merry, mit big smiles, und never a frown
Und zere in ze garten ze liddle haus you know what for
Zose are ze shoes of Frau Schmidt sticken aus unter ze door
Und now here ist gekommin Santa Claus on der grosse toboggan
He is singin Oh! so merry cos he also had a noggin
See ze reindeer geklompin uberhead, leaving Lufthasa standingk
Zen down zey are kommin - all ready fur ze Landingk
Ach! Meine Gott! Zey are heading for ze liddle haus in ze garten!
Kablunden! Blitzen ! Alles Kaput! Ze liddle haus Ist geflattened
Und Frau Schmidt ist runningk aus mit ze knickers round ze ankles!
Zat’s enough to spoil your Christmas; in ze snow it really rankles
Fater Christmas zen ist sayingk: "Shtupid dumkopf reindeer - Heraus!
I gave you clear instruction to be landing on ze SCHMIDT Haus !!!!!"
Categories:
sticken, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Life isn about keeping score of right and wrong.
It’s not about how many people you call.
And its not about who you’ev dated, are dating, or haven’t dated at all.
It isn’t about who you’ve kissed, who you’ve hasd sex with , which boy or girl likes
you or who played you or who you’ve played.
It isn’t about the color of your skin ,or the color of the skin you date.
It’s not about your shoes clothes, hair, money, or colleges that accept or
unaccepted you are.
Life just isn’t about that !
But life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It’s about how you feel about yourself.
Its about trust, happiness, and compassion.
It’s about sticken up for ya friends, and replacing inner hate with love.
Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence.
Its about choosing to use your life to touch someoneelse’s in a way that could
never have been achieved otherwise.
THE CHOICES ARE WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!
Categories:
sticken, introspection, philosophy, timelife, life,
Form: Ballad