Grand sites claim their paradises,
where beauty will call it their home,
and fortunate tame entices,
grand sites claim their paradises,
godsend gifts, blue ribbon prizes,
warmly brushed with a fine toothcomb,
grand sites claim their paradises,
where beauty will call it their home.
Categories:
toothcomb, beautiful, paradise,
Form: Triolet
Must we use him?
Hello Anger
Why do people wear you like a battle cloth?
Is it when they knock your door?
Or you always wander around
Like a lion seeking for its prey
Hello Anger
Why do you cherish man soul not?
Is it to satisfy your hunger?
Or to blame whom you are been expressed to?
Hello Anger
Why do you cause hassle between minds?
Is it to make the world a desert?
Or afraid of what love might cause?
Hello Anger,
Why do you moisten his mind with your mind?
Like a flocks soak in a flowing water
Is it because he is always provoked?
Or your hunger is never satisfied?
Hello Anger,
Why do you predate on soul with your toothcomb?
Like a Lemur running after a lice
Is it to fret them of their happiness?
Or to put their life at risk of regrets?
Hello People,
Why don’t you shelter against his toothcomb?
Or you love the track formed by his comb on your skin?
Those he has marked has never regain theirs
Hello Anger
I don’t know your abode…Earth or Heart
But wherever you are, I have learnt
To shield my mind against your toothcomb.
Categories:
toothcomb, anger,
Form: ABC