wanting to be hero
hurriedly time, patience, wit, common sense all flew
holed zero!
zero when gained
confidence too somehow it grew
unmaimed!!
carefree
but bit askew
gee!!!
wanting to be hero
confidence too somehow it grew
gee!!!
11.4.2022
An example of my Minichu on Zero!!
Right shoulder:
Just don't overthink it,
your first draft is fine
Stop arranging and changing
each poetic line
A thesaurus for every
last word is absurd
Your soul speaks the truth to you -
trust what you've heard.
Left shoulder:
Give me thought that entails
more than just "heads or tails"
Where chaos meets order
and order prevails
When meter and grammar
are carefully tamed
And a message with meaning
emerges unmaimed.
The bit in between:
Is there some way to balance
the raw and refined
Intuition and logic -
blend heart, soul, AND mind?
This art is a craft though,
it may take some time
To convert good to better,
or great to sublime.
Written 25 Mar 2022
The time is murky just before dark
Sun holds her breath in endless battle
Hint of fog and mist rising in park
My feet plod heavy like child rattle
Legs protrude shaped deer and child
A-praying. Ssh darling says mother,
Sweet dreams spring constitution mild
Come back from window reject other
In bed tucked up I run again
Shattering multi-coloured tales
The pigs, wolves, dragons brutally slain
Cast aside like foot rot bloodied tails
I imagine myself chasing trains
Fool! Blundering rhino attempting dance
Gazelle only canon drawn pains
Aged fat knight dragging lance
Two black panthers swooped by
Light as dark angels in trainers
I felt at once white clown why
Can coal coated elephants learn to fly?
Leave me to plod therefore unmaimed
And let others more wily receive gains.
As the sun rises,
And rain falls to the earth,
We reminice on the past times,
Good and bad.
The cloud is childhood, no shape, form,
Or restriction of any kind.
Just pureness and happiness.
Once the drop falls, it turns into life.
But just as the wind comes to the rain,
We have trials and tribulations,
In the end some switch paths,
And end up Laying in a heap of garbage,
Others maintain their original route unmaimed,
Some rain hits the ground,
Some rain hits Building tops,
Just like in Life, we never know when the ride will stop,
so we take it in stride,
and hope our lives are eventful..
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