How are you today?
My friends on Poetry Soup.
I trust you are feeling well,
And put your worries at bay.
I think Poetry Soup is a very apt name
A macedoine of people,
Not one of them is the same
A mixture of people
All in an enormous pot
Not vegetating
As we all write poetry a lot.
If we had to have a veggie name
I would choose to be a pea
There are many peas in this pot
Similar to me.
The pot is full of flavours,
Some are bitter, some are sweet,
Making taste buds burst to savour
A deep-rooted treat.
Belonging to PS
It has broadened my mind,
I question things now
More than I ever did before.
It has brought kindness,
And encouragement,
From Penpals to my door.
A beautiful mixture of
All different kinds.
Who at times beg to differ,
Or find a marriage of minds.
If you read this rhyme,
I hope you will see
The sincere thanks,
Appreciation and love
Sent to you from me.
If there’s something that will drive me crazy
And if there’s something that makes me insane
It’s just boredom that will put me in shame
Boredom only offers wilted flowers
I’ll just crave, making me a hungry girl
Showing me the dark sky for star to search
Like holding all plain black and white photos
A vegetating state making me blues
I would rather shave and paint my eyebrows
All alone or with friends doing nothing
Or an ending repetitions, refrain
I’ll squirm out from grip of this banal state
But boredom is wild, now hiding from me
So scared of my repellents -my hobbies
Creativity will drive it away
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Endless lover, the summer is coming.
Velvet waters in the tropics
Ellude to something more erotic.
Revelling in the synchronized drumming of
Your heartbeat and my own.
Baby, isn't this paradise?
Oh, my sweetest flame, what would i
Do if i couldn't share this love with
You?
Listening to the waves curl and crash,
Everything i could ever need, ever
Ask for is right here.
Vegetating is such rich soil,
Entertaining the moonstruck notion that
Some people are meant to stay.
I do not like my face any more
When I happen to look in the mirror in morning
To groom myself to toil for living,
I find now a Debilitated, repelling face
Haggard , wrinkled, shorn of its earlier gleam.
I wonder, what happened to it in such a short time
The two bright eyes now sunken deep in their blackened sockets
And criss cross lines stamped on the widening forehead.
A sinister shadow looking back at me from the depth of the mirror
To my horror and regret, how Time wrecks the beautiful things
Adorning the spirit of the universe!
Some time ago, how right and nice was every thing,
Looking so bright and gay.
A smart, attractive and inviting feature
Before the metamorphosis happened
And thus brought about the doom of things,
Now I am leading a vegetating life
Awaiting the end of my self as is the custom of the world!
Jay-en
Some time back SPRING had come
Though now I cannot recall, when.
Nor the joy or sorrow it evoked
Or the feelings rising in me then
Spring or autumn has no meaning
When the colors of life is fading
And you spend your time watching
The changing hues of the days passing.
Boredom overcast the mind
Memory slips, all left behind,
A certain time comes in life
That tears the heart, yields to strife.
The body and mind fail to hold
The glitter in you and all that was god.
Vegetating in a blank room
And wind criss-crossing through the window
As sole companion blowing away my annul
Lets me breathe away my mental shadows.
Gainful moments often slip away
Before I realize its worth sustaining life
And I know, I can not retrieve them now
But should I regret the moments lost, or
Hold on with hope, wait and not in vain!
------- By Jay-en
I should be writing books,
Screenplays and sitcoms
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I shouldn't be watching
Have I Got News For You
From 1999 on UK Gold
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I should be doing something
Better with my free time
Than slowly vegetating
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I shouldn't be content
With the easy answer
Instant gratification, copping out
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I really should write
Another verse in this poem
Something witty and insightful
But I won't...
It's that infernal sloth again
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