"God created man(kind) in his own image, in the image of God created he him, male and female created he them. "
"And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.
~Genesis 1:31 & 1:27
"In diversity there is beauty and there is strength. "
~Maya Angelou
grateful God created
a vast variety
every face born unique
how boring it would be
if the view out windows
reflected only me
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a burst of colours
in every shape and scent
~ reawakening
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the tide like clockwork rushes in
reeling in summertime memories and such
joy comes in all shapes and sizes
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It burns real sore..Much despair is tendered.' Like it or not? Like could your soul be up-ended?
Its under the fence.? Beyond those pales.' It whispers there are screams; and epic fails.'
An example of the ducking stool.? No matter your standing ( the labelling tools?) Are blunt
And forcefully handled. Too...' ad-nauseum Rules.. dunk dunk dunk.' We observe the thunk,? And
Timbreless'ness second guess..Or ten thousand more 'artificial input un-topical' man are
These doughnuts RAW.!! I guess chocolate is their vanilla? Who nightmared this up? In a
Tangle of interdiction.' At an insanity hub.? Ekow.' and how! my summation in the main, I think.? I guess.
They are out.' Yet never free.' There just seems to be no gain? Is this just like 'twister?' From those
Who have an allergy to deeper games' such as chess.? Or bridge? Or poker.? Or any thing that.. Tries your wits.' ENOUGH.! Of such boring format." With choice straightjacket? Or chocolate
Suit.?
Throughout the years, my kids had
A variety of hats,
Along with all the books and dolls
And games and baseball bats.
A few were parts of costumes
Or vacation souvenirs,
While others served as props
For princesses or buccaneers.
Though most have long been cast away,
Some managed to hang on –
The pirate and top hats are here;
The cowboy hats are gone.
Yet still, I felt a little pang
When throwing out the trash
And there, with all the magazines
Was something from the stash.
A plastic Viking headpiece
With, on either side, a horn.
I have a photo of my son
From when that hat was worn.
It served its purpose and is now
Bashed up and way too small.
Though I felt sad to throw it out,
My son won’t care at all.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the power of joy
Of the scent of sorrow
Of the sound of shame.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the feel of forgetting
Of the shades of loss
Of the taste of pain.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of all such things, but more
Of the colours love and doubt
What else may poets write about?
you are nice, sugar and spice ~ I savor variety in my life
Cat tree woman of the psychic variety
Feeling spirit in the midst of the oak tree
Mystically magically aware of her ability
Listening to the ancestors of the cat family
Feline spirits singing with melodic voices
Giving cat tree woman ideas, but many choices
The leader of the feral cats, she oversees her kingdom
Doing the best she can to help her subjects overcome.
A liquorice sweet has a real variety
has been popular for many years
liquorice allsorts are everyone's fav
such a mixture makes one hit the gear
A cold remedy really needs full flavour
blackcurrant and liquorice sweets a real cure
to get you moving, drive Catherine's Wheel
so it's really tasty makes it the real deal
Now quite diverse is Liq Torpedoes
your taste buds feel a sure-fire hit
from there you can have Liq Comfits
too many will make you unfit
When one is offered a cake dessert
you think its a sponge in soft cream
but Pontefract Cakes are so different
Liquorice small tablets, not what they seem
Now also there's Cream Rock and Liq Sticks
too many to mention including Black Jacks
these were the days of liquorice delight
lovely memories of your tasty sweet rack!
(Just a little piece from my memories of favourite liquorice sweets in my younger days.)
Once feeling envy for your imposing life
Lusted after your confidence and your possessions.
The greed consumed me until the hunger
overtook my natural sloth-like tendencies, plunging me
further into my own gluttonous personal hell.
It’s your fault for evoking my wrath,
for your nothingness ruined my prideful ego.
*I wrote this poem on April 4, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 4 and the prompt was: Write a seven-line poem about one of the seven deadly sins that only contains seven words in each line. I further challenged myself to use all seven of the deadly sins, one in each line, and each of the sins is in different parts of each line (in the one-seven place but never the same number). Hope you enjoy it!
My skin colour, our difference,
My home, our separation,
My muse, our union.
January 26, 2023.
have variety
in our own society
of sobriety
when we had a lapse
would cause buildings to collapse
creating mishaps
life residual
even if a general
have a funeral
seems to be uncouth
played piano which was so smooth
relax and will sooth
article we wrote
when you will stop in Shallotte
must be sure to vote
The old adage “variety is the spice of life” is quite profound!
William Cowper was the author and didn’t need to utter a sound
The words are perfect for creative souls
For mixing things up helps to achieve your goals
After almost 300 years his message still works
And intuitively I’ve long had that quirk
Now more than ever I’m mixing it up
I move around to different places to “fill my cup”
Sitting still for very long drives me nuts!
All I need to do is avoid being a “klutz”!
Unity in Origin Variety in Expression
Under the sky I live
Over the grass I walk
Free air I breathe
Natural water I drink
Nature in me I am in Nature.
At death I get mixed with earth or burnt in fire
Transformed into other elements, get rebirth;
I live perpetually in Nature
Nature in me I am in Nature
I have no existence without it
In natural state it is in equilibrium
Without shortage or surfeit
Nature is Divine
Anything antagonistic to it is anti-divine
I cannot coexist with such entity
I am one with Nature, with it in unity.
One is the unity
Origin of beings and things
The Infinity, the Eternity;
“Ekam Sat Vipra Bahudha Vadanti.”
Variety is the key to earthly life
There cannot be one word
Many are the words
It is the way of life;
True language is as many
As human hearts in happiness or agony
Variety is the vibration of Natural life
Monotony is the begetter of perpetual strife.
(c) Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2021
In life, one has likes and dislikes,
they have a particular taste.
But as times goes by one is open
to try something new.
What if they tried it and still
don't like it?
That's ok and perfectly fine.
What is the variety in us having
the same taste?
The world would be dull and bland.
Alexis Y.
03/06/2021
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