WIN AND WIN NO WAY
MORE LIKE LOSE AND LOSE EACH DAY
TRUMP BOILING AWAY
The Language of Home
Trying to memorize
the language of home,
I have become
a little blurred,
a little brown.
Loving home,
loving it too much,
I have become
a little impure,
a little torn.
I crawl,
indifferent,
trying to swallow
my own breath,
having learned
to ask for permission
even to breathe.
I now call
the Supreme Soul
Coca-Cola.
At the touch
of Coca-Cola's branch,
the sun-scorched crow
has flown away,
towards
the land of the displaced.
Shoe-polish,
Shree-polish,
heart-polish,
all smeared together,
I have chosen
not to become
the youngest,
the devoted,
or the devout,
but instead,
from the earthen pots and pans
of the Rig Veda and the sick-leaves,
from the intimacy
of the examination hall,
I have chosen
to uproot
myself.
All positive qualities are attributes of love,
Patience, forbearance, generosity, kindness;
The willingness to accept others
For simply who they are
And not necessarily
What we want them to be.
(3/15/26)
In abyss of despair
inner star’s sheen turns bliss
to living light in me.
Soul scripts divine mantra,
hymn of supreme spirit.
SUPREME COURT GROWS SPINE
TRUMP TARIFFS THEY DO DECLINE
MAKES TRUMP AND WHINE
OF ECHOING SUPREME LOVE
Out of the smoking ashes of hate,
Supreme, spiraling love is born:-
Where supreme love is spiraling,
Its winds and rains flow away hate’s ashes:-
So it is, and always will be, the Godly echo:
Wherever love abides, no hate can ever reside.
Fill me with your healing light, Lord Vishnu,
Please heal my dearly precious beloved too
Of all his insecurities, worries, and doubt,
Prove to him it is him I cannot live without.
Fill me with an inner knowing, my Lord,
Let my knowledge be a metaphorical sword
Protecting the love I long ago had sworn
To be my path in which I am never forlorn.
Fill me with your eternal grace, Madhava,
So I may live accordingly to your divine law
As well as learn to love my dear more,
While our souls meet in every lifelong lore.
Fill me with divine love, oh Supreme One,
Help us love even after our lives are done.
Bless me with your eternally divine presence,
As I ascend and learn of your true essence.
My destination
Royalty above the stars
How humbled I am
Supreme Court examination of homeless budget item
Good is one crime
Is that what your saying?
Finish that sentence on your own.
Finding out what someone else cannot do?
All the financial crimes currently committed
By not taking part in another's process of speech and records
I hold no errors in law
Forfeit the matter of the document is not and is public
Without opinion
3524 characters left
These messages are being captured and archived in compliance with the Presidential Records Act or the Federal Records Act
Rest now Bluebird, sleep supreme
I'm waiting for you in your dream
Tell me where you want to go
I'll take you then and there, presto!
Thrilled I'd be to tag along
It's your dream, it's your song
Just tell me what you want to do
I'll make it happen, all for you
RAINING HEARTBEAT
My supreme heartbeat.
echoing sweet thunder, as
its cloud, raindrops love:-
It's so disappointingly beautiful
when you are judged
by someone who feels like a judge
so precise, infallible and supreme !
As if all the thoughts of the judged
are pure waste
and the thoughts of the person
who dons the role of the judge
are the most tasteful sugar and cream !
(02.04.2025)
hostage
Trapped, falsely imprisoned, identity stolen, wages deprived, abuse of power, denied freedom
Unable to move and measured, no structure to enter, prisoner of war.
A movement of legal monetary policy allows for these crimes against me, today, 3/23/2025
Self employed as a writer. Inhumane conditions for working in the country, the city workers fail federal codes, failing to report crimes, participation in crimes. Failing to turn themselves in to the authorities
The most unsettling sound
is the sound of work shoes
pounding on a hardwood floor.
It's a sound that may harbor a hug or violence.
The sound of authority and mundane chores.
It's the sound of fatigue and routine.
A sound without middle ground.
I grew up in dwellings where it was a rule
to take our shoes off in the mudroom...
So, all the footfalls sounded the same.
Cotton feet whispering - unthreatening
Soft footfalls can harbor the echoes
of a supreme flavor of deception.
In my travels
I seek thee
Amongst the snow capped mountains,
The scenic valleys,
Meandering rivers
That meets the turquoise sea
The rolling meadows
And sprinkling streams
The azure sky above
Connect me to the supreme being
A transcendental journey
That invigorates and rejuvenates me
On a spiritual level
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.