Saw a friend for lunch; we meet
To talk of health and aging.
A cozy booth; we schmooze and eat,
Our changes up for gauging.
The negatives of age contrast
With pics of a vacation
So beautiful that they surpassed
Our senior state fixation.
Until at last, we split the bill,
The credit cards extended.
We signed our names and knew the drill;
Our lovely meal had ended.
I folded my receipt in two
And in the bag I carry,
I stuffed it, like I always do,
So very ordinary.
We said goodbye and headed out,
Where home for us both beckoned.
About the check, I had a doubt;
I’ll look at home, I reckoned.
An hour later, no receipt
Appeared, despite my searching.
I sadly must admit defeat,
A getting old besmirching.
his story surpassed
the road behind him at last
historical path
John Burroughs painted with words
the Catskills beautiful hue
Farewell Poetry Soup, to my Challenge run
I've surpassed the goal I set to pass someone
and I confess it didn't take very long to do
before becoming addicted, but now I'm through
There's no poetic achievement that I found
in blacking out words of others, round after round
Or in analyzing a poem written by another poet
I'm not a laureate and humbly admit, I know it
So, have it the challenges, you who are gung ho
It was fun for a while but I'm moving on, so...
wheels and magnetic boards for me... no more
I won't comment on poems just to up my score
It was interesting to play for a while but I'm done
Writing poetry I conceive on my own is more fun
Amusing were the known AI users who chose to play
those whose words written without AI are on display
Fear to take a nap, never
To wake to life again
Only surpassed by what out-stares
Morn-fresh into its pain.
I see my nation, they weep
My leader rejoice now and then
Ancient issues as always be
Ignorance and joy
When actual life weep
The fights and struggles end to this not
Mind was read but sorrow was found
We cry and lament but hope a lot
How could renewed hope be real?
Just an agenda that never been real
My refined neighbor
In mouth we surpassed thee
In name our superiority shout
Real life I wish for no potholes that kill cars
For opportunities and securities
But our failure, still failing
Still winning in illusion
Who of what generation would be
Savior with no vague views
Truth be told and here still stand
Potential I heard we still leads
The unit corrupt highly fatal
Death and hatred wish to other
But all linger down from the led
How sadly speaking minds are now?
Just let sit and cry a bit
Sky seem to touch the distant ocean
Vastness surpassed my limited vision.
Sky and Sea were with me in unison,
as I walked on sandy- rocky beach.
Waves, rolling, roaring, rising high
amusing silent witness azure sky.
Sky-blue? Ocean-green? Which thread to apply,
for veil of Mother Nature to stitch?
Petrichor of wet sand particles I smelt
crawling crabs, corals and clams I met,
moistened windy breeze over sea I felt,
pleasant pretty charms to make me rich.
Overwhelming beauty of sea, I visualized,
on depth of emotion I was mesmerized,
too small was my existence, I just realized,
appealing to any one or each.
Where the sky drifts into the sea
Vastness, wideness, enchanted me,
so ridiculous my quark-type identity,
Eternal Divinity to reach?
Beyond the jungle of the evergreens
Were metal points in the sky
that surpassed the highest peaks
The tones of the structure
Were of grays,
Browns,
And creams
Multi-layered with window frames,
Two outer concrete figures,
And a brown door with a pearl-like handle
That was envisioned by dreams
This mystic gingerbread-like
Fortress had no visible road to proceed
It seemed it liked its seclusion
Not even a sight of living figurines
But what kept it company were the critters
That hid among the trees and stream
Trees traced of piney, woodsy, subtle with a sweet scent
Was among the light breeze
The stream was cloud-like flowing
With its own flow-like routine
The water was so fresh it had an earthy aroma,
With natural minerals in between
After breakfast the squirrels and deer would
Watch the blue skies as they gleam
Though you may not see the fortress
While diving as it seems
You can try to find its hiding spot
Among the peaks between the trees
On the occasion of Shakespeare's passing
At this remove, two score and one hence
What have I to show for recompense
For the gifts with the world you gladly shared
The likes of which none have compared
So I'll tip my hat to the one on the throne
Whose works surpassed all since we've known
And I'll gather what flowers are strewn my way
And stand up straight on these feet of clay
Knowing what thought might cross my mind
Will still leave me so far behind
To strive and stumble and wrestle my way
In pursuit of what little I have to say
25th on “100 Greatest Britons,” Stephen Hawking
used ground-breaking "text-to-speech” talking.
Given few years to live with Lou Gherigs’ Disease,
he surpassed expectations when life he did seize!
Bitterness within
Agony and Pain
Coldness outward
Hate arises
Settling pause
Trust no more
Peculiar sure
Torture high
Fulfilling why
Love doesn’t live here
Forbidden enter
Thorns cut
Deep down wounds
Surpassed in no return
Broken unspoken words
Outdone
Withered and disguise
Hardened agony
Tightened grip
Emotions destined
Thorne of never heal.
Time; how so soon it comes to be this fast.
Regards to her- gives the best with no rest...
Time at service, expectation surpassed,
Looking forward to mate to pass such test.
Invisible cat's eyes can't be denied.
Lovely tongue: many precautions to tame...
Beast with jokes, laughter rarely roam aside
The smiling face of genuine joy; truth's aim.
Bold enough to be a nice daring dove.
Moreover, good a simple gentle beast.
Patience gives edge to discover such trove-
To beat the false image, ego set least.
Thanks for the good-bad days of every week.
Thanks for pushing through while your mind seems weak.
A young man with dreams down his head,
To soar to the sky he was led;
He climbed the hill so fast,
His own self he surpassed,
Then thought his freedom may be dead.
On our first date we had a fabulous fun
joining in procession of a street Carnival .
We were prepared to meet unfamiliar guys
from various different organisations.
Bugle, Saxophone, Tuba, Clarinet, flute
Mostly in high pitch, few were low ! Trying
to synchronise with beats of Drum and Trumpet,
in chorus ! Gorgeous, though not in desired symphony
Enthusiasm surpassed lack of perfect tune.
We enjoyed horse riding with some unknown people
flying coloured flares shining on silvery spangles.
Memorable night ! Fantastic fun in street festival.
On how many levels
does true genius spawn
Is its gift comprehensive
or surgically drawn
Does it drive our emotions
like intellect swayed
Or stay pointed and focused
in only one way
Is it able to migrate
to conscience from mind
Can it cross a new border
or hill to be climbed
Will it outgrow the limits
indentured by class
Enhancing our psyches
— all borders surpassed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Have I ever told you,
How Autumn gained his second name?
Now I will,
May the story stick to you like a stain.
Long ago, Autumn was a respected man,
Better, he was a king,
stronger than three elephants,
smarter than a fox,
scary as an ox.
Until a fair maiden named Summer ask to wed,
they shared the city, hand in hand,
"Through life and death" she said.
But Summer had malicious purposes,
She gambled, made bogus deals,
Autumn, was astonished, he realized she wasn't to his appeal,
they had a divorce, his family, the city, was oh so sad.
Later, people stroke back, and Autumn lost everything, everything he had.
The family had fallen, Autumn became ill and passed,
In the afterlife, he was a god. He made sure anyone who stomped on him, he surpassed.
He was cold, he was bright. He would never fall again,
it was a cruel nickname; he hated the stupid nickname.
That's how fall got his other name.
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