A story
Is and
Is not a
Story when
Emptiness
Appears as
Storyteller..
When heaven's stroll unfolds,
And the final stories are told;
When we open our ears to listen
To the truths that have been written;
And to everything else, our ears are closed,
May I not be one of those.
During Hitler's rule of terror, there was a
Lutheran pastor name Dietrich Bonhoeffer.
There were those who questioned his
Christianity and dismissed him as heretic
For his bold attempt to assasinate a vicious
And ruthless killer of millions of Jews.
May I not be one of those.
Even though, deep within my soul,
I don't suppose that I would have been
As bold as Dietric Bonhoeffer, I do not
Believe I would have been as one of those.
May history smile at the path that he chose.
I'd much rather be as courageous as he,
And never like one of those.
Off the land and into the pit, September rolls around.
Simple days have long since gone upon the family ground.
Stolen pride-dignity.
Gossip hounds' voices sound like trumpets to the games.
I'm in the pit, grease to my neck, not hearing the marching band.
But thoughts intrude, they are so vain, adding layers to the pain.
My dream is muddled in murky grey as the selfish look for more.
Holding on till morning light, body spent, truth ignored.
I'm but a serf upon my land, the devil has the upper hand.
So as September rolls on through, my thoughts no longer good.
Purple bands upon our hands, the grease hides all the pain.
Dreams alive for those who stare, not a clue of something wrong.
For in this pit and man-made hell, I'm struggling to hold on.
Stress like devil's electric pain, the blood beats through my veins.
Beats of heart like coffin nails erase the final stand.
In the box the farmer goes, absent from the land.
Rob a farmer of his love, you steal his soul.
There's nothing left, they're asking why, but refuse to understand.
You're my favorite distraction and
I'm not even trying to ignore it.
I think everyone knows it
Darling you complete me
I'm one lucky fella
don't you say
I'm clever
the Gods of love
has blessed me
if your interested in knowing
The smile that I'm showing
is inspired by one beautiful Lady
Fiancce I call her
I fell in love when
first
I saw her
We knew our love was
meant to be
I gotta ooh!
It's us together Ooh
Let love for ever
Ooh: it's us together
OOh it us together
Hey lady have you heard
The song she sings
I knew every word
She snaapped her fingers
asked me to dance
that was right my alley
ooh-ah-ooh gosh oh wolly
got my stuff gether real fast
this woman got my swaying
grooving and playing
I fell for her real fast
if it aint to much tomention
since I have your attention
marry me
so our love with last
It's one of those one's
you sway when
the music makes you feel
one's of those one's
you in love
when you know
love is real
Putting all our effort,
Into building ourselves a fort,
Will few problems sort,
If unlocking the gate does not seem worth the effort,
When others won't come out of their fort,
Afraid to trust anyone to guard their port,
When they leave their fort
To drink our port,
And toast another good sort.
Neon and noise.
Night-world horrors.
Whose reflections, whose echoes
Showed not, nor shook
Its panes and doors.
Conscience-singeing.
Waywardly flapped.
Strange appeal! Once sought but through
A moonlight kiss.
A round dance. Clapped.
From an earthen pitcher, a few intimate letters
fly away as birds, written in the language of water.
Flowing across the breast of the R?-manobi in the bridal chamber,
the leaves from the story of the wild rose in the eyes of the forest doe
cause no loss of life.
A blue whale rises
from the Pacific Ocean and plays football
with a village boy. Then no one remembers
the cup of the melancholy emperor. On the restless heads
of cows and buffaloes, I too keep sprinkling holy water
and continue searching for
the botanical life of unmarried kholamkuchis.
Citizen rain and those khichuri days
had increased the fertility
of my disappearance
Tangled tree bark on the ground,
hear the bush sounds all around.
Birds and leaves are here with me
and other things that I can’t see.
Even trying very hard, there are those things
from which I’m barred.
With those things I cannot see,
the bush has given peace to me.
It felt like Autumn
on this morning’s run
I want it to be fall
with its syllabus of vibes
I’m signaling a stance
I’m autumn’s undoubted champion
wearing my choice like gangland colours
- I could give my all to fall -
summer only ever had my subdivided attention
Summer’s just too needy: it demands relaxation,
bare legs, sun block, beach plans, hydration,
barbecue, and relentless fun, with scant variations
I want the visual promise of leaves falling
the flattering autumnal colour palette
my whole devotion crowns shortening days
fall always serves as a competent stylist
complete with venti pumpkin lattes
and mornings with a costume of frost
Unbind the theatrical heats of midsummer nights
and let the season's advance revive us
show us falls slanting golden afternoon light
let crisper darknesses harbour counterfeit witches
and lengthening dusks warrant winter wishes
Let fall assume her russet throne
and give us autumn’s cool agenda
without the influenza
.
.
Songs for this:
Ping Pong by Dimie Cat
Messy by Lola Young
Please note, it is for Let's Do It ! Poetry Contest of Nette Onclaud, Aug. 11, 2026.
I expected to see you
In the mild nice field of rice
Yet, I saw that neat cute cat
gave me a nice wink!
If it is right now
In last is bread and butter
Before first was bread
Your sapphire sighs stirred my heart,
and I burn amidst love's waves,
swept by delirious blues,
willingly enthralled...
*Contest Name: Lets do it !
contest Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Date of birth of Poem; 10/08/26
A moment of intense gaze
so strong that time disappears
The fire that ignites my soul
stay with me tonight
Your eyes meet mine as we wed~
time has gone by as time does,
here I am old and bent still
enthralled by those eyes.
I write this to those who see me
For through my mask, you see me cry
Through this mask I wear from spite
That lays unfit upon my skin
That leaches off my fears to candy your eyes
You see tears I've shed
I only wish others could truly see
Even I cry
To those who see me
I wish I could see you cry
And help you find your bare self
Just as you helped find mine
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