Harmony can be worked on
Harmony does not mean there are no problems with relationship
Harmonious is when we face problems then discuss well
Not even news from the house be leaked
Look for ventilation outside the house when anger
Be honest over mistakes
Lowering your ego is the key
Keep each other's trust
Pray to God for His compassion
Forgive and forget, both make peace
Continue to grow a love based on His love.
Melting his frozen heart means penetrating with words so loving,
So the steam of his pain begins healthily releasing.
So someday again we'll be together at a table feasting.
As we neared our destination
Heard a loud reverberation
Almost instant suffocation
Windows down for ventilation
First a little accusation
Followed by a refutation
Then he says it’s defamation
An unjust adjudication
One quick breath in desperation
Then I paused my respiration
Dare not risk an inhalation
Fumes so bad they’d kill a nation
Cigarette for relaxation
Struck a match then detonation
Leapt out to avoid cremation
Went back for my charred Alsatian
4 October 2022
Contest: Single Stanza Monorhyme
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Politician proposes change,
They Campaign with fallacy,
Promises without prosecution..
exclamation to incite obedience..
Masses Match out in March to
Stimulate election like the Savior
of the poor is here, a new dawn
With hope..
Believe to beloved, election is here,
Party first before quality..
Tribalism thrive....
Regionalism is the criteria...
corruption irrupts..
The elect select only but with nepotism...
Politician con for profuse luxury,
Poverty they proffer..
Community turn to desert
Poor aging without gain
They decompose with their hopes..
Hope hold, tomorrow will be better
but bitter tomorrow is all we see..
Graduate gradually turning to fraudsters,
Quick money is the aim..
Street without ventilation,
Community without communion,
The sons and daughters of the elite living large without lack in Lake Como..
Here we are occupant without occupation..
The next election is coming..
Voters without a voters card,
Successor already known.
Politician lie to live...
Who will win?
Who versus who is it?
To whomsoever it may concern,
To whatsoever it may deal with,
It remains an everlasting mysterious contest,
Where defeat is a gift,
And win is a misery,
Conflicting thoughts prevail throughout,
A game of egomaniacs,
Play starts nearing no end,
Clash of egoes burn humanity,
All suffocate with in,
Closed door where "I" is the supreme,
Lacks ventilation which makes it a misery,
Wants and desire take the driving seat,
Hardly it finds any exception,
It has become I, Me and Myself,
Can't we surrender these?
Inclusiveness is the law,
Integration comes as a luckdraw,
Togetherness is everything,
Divisiveness is the worst thing,
The greatest battle is fought inside us,
Not for what is right but who is right?
Is it not a real blunder?
Is it safe to invite such thunder?
The Nature has a purpose to achieve,
We are its great archives,
Lets hope and act accordingly,
Where all can live peacefully.
I am heavily under pressure , meditating heavily , my eyes keep closing! It's that Asian persuasion.
I have a daughter on the way and a son still on the way , l am a father not a man . I am the hero l never had.
When she feels cold , l am her heater and she knows it , that's why she held my hand when l told her l do. Like a shadow she will always be in my corner even in darkness she will still reflect and that's a partner worthy of the time and attention my Empress.
Nest so big , l got eggs falling out the whole village well fed.
Car real fast you would swear it was Michael's . Two more in the garage just in case l crash and burn. Speed kills.
Same dude who screwed up and still made it! May day my own private jet got to slow down when elevated . I am the elevation , everyday a celebration and elimination to the fementation of the ventilation , hate all you want this was meant to be!
A DEATH IN PANDEMIC
I’m dead
I’m gone
Sometime ago,
I’m lifeless now, unbreathing
Like a waste
In a black plastic jacket
They tried hard
They did everything what they could
Gave me pills injected infusions
Hooked me in ventilation
But I couldn’t make through
They did to the furthest
But no, I failed to conquer
Now I became a number
Of a long digit figure.
I saw the infected around me
I saw the doctors and nurses up and down
The whiteness of the hospital I saw
The masked terror walked unbridled I saw
Now I became a number
Of a long digit figure.
I’ll be unexposed
I’ll be buried
I’ll be cremated either
I’ll be destroyed with my viral enemy
For the sake of others
Now I became a member
Of a long digit figure.
The heat is raising havock in my head
I start feeling as if I am brain dead
My head is hot my body is sweating
And the swealtering heat is blowing
everywhere in this god forbidden town
The town's construction is very poor
And the wind trapped it is just spinning
round and round with no ventilation
In the town to keep the tempreature down.
The heat is raising havock in my head
I start feeling as if I am brain dead
My head is hot my body is sweating
And the swealtering heat is blowing
everywhere in this god forbidden town
The town's construction is very poor
And the wind trapped is just spinning
round and round with no ventilation
in the town to keep the tempreature down.
Corona virus!
Beautifully sculptured like a jewel
Armless, with bulges of a crown
But only those who narrowly escaped
With scars of your sharp fangs
Can tell the potency of your venom.
A merciless human predator
Riding on the wings of morning zephyr
He rears his tent in the ventilation room
Where fresh and expired air mingles
Then strangles his preys
Left gasping for oxygen
Till they become cold and stiff.
You walked into our land armless
Yet even armed men trembled
Naked-head birds that made news
And the guardians of skulls
All retreated shamefully
Into dark barren caves.
You have set humanity on a verge
Where the sole prayer is survival
A brutal infinitesimal entity
Bound on eradicating mankind
Indeed you are an armless beast.
The halls are vacant
The malls are barren
The rails are silent
The roads are empty
The airways are clear.
They say you were a gentleman
Resting in the veins of forest dwellers
Before our kindred in the East
Went out to hunt down bush meat
And returned with a big catch.
One city eat meat
The whole world washed hands
With perfumed sanitizers
That meat must be a great one!
Lord I’m tied up
Crying from this dungeon
Oh! I need anything now but your redemption
Hold my hands Lord, pull me from this frustration
I’m on my kneels
Lord, Crying in this dungeon
Look down on me and hear my supplication
I’m suffocating, send in your ventilation
Truly Lord,
I’m crying from the dungeon
My plans with the devil has reached it’s termination
My bible, my rosary, my kneels are ammunition
With these, he will meet his beautiful destruction.
Lord
I’m crying from this lonely dungeon
Look not only on me but save too my nation
All of my friends, my love and relations
Lord I’m ready
crying from this dungeon
Accept my plead, my humble supplication
Leave me not, but grant me thy salvation
My ears are deaf
I hate gossip
The emotions of everyday life
without words
Impressions through music
Create depth and more mindfulness
~ The wind in the willow trees has settled down ~
My ears are deaf
I hate gossip
Listening to the bluebells,
when the whole body screams for rest
An everlasting stream of information
Stress, increased pulse, and muscle tension
~ Small falling feather, the setting is visually beautiful ~
My ears are deaf
I hate gossip
Bell sheep and the taste of mountains
Without road traffic noise and ventilation systems
Give me the truth, but protect my ears
40 decibels is a harmful dose
~ The fox is ready for hunting without breaking a twig ~
My ears are deaf
I hate gossip
Your body language is a sign of lying
The crystal glass is crushed in stereo
The rattlesnake finely polished rattle
High sky with pure white clouds
Pull the handbrake
~ Swans that majestically float on the water ~
01/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest
I Pray
I harvest black gold
And buried sunshine
In an underground tunnel
With hammers , picks and shovels
I ride a rail cart to get around
I wear a hard , black hat
And carry a flashlight
I’m coated in powdery charr
Whose substance is used to
make fuel and electricity
I crawl on all fours
Lost one too many fellow to this work
Digging too deep or too wide can lead to a roof collapse and wipe us all out
Some were buried alive in this mine
Others suffer and die outside to
black lung:
Coal and black dust
Slowly clogging the lung
Causing suffocation
Thick air and oxygen deficiency
Causes suffocation , too
Some coal mines have ventilation
To control and minimize the mixing of methane gas , coal dust and outside air
To prevent explosions
Ours doesn’t
We’re always on the lookout
Just wanna get in and get out
My family prays everyday I head out
And I do, too
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
06/09/19
Time for a de-clutter , make some room
in drawers and shelves,
Feng Shui folk swear that it makes
one feel good about oneself.
These trainers from my glory days
of racing round a track
now swopped for orthopaedic shoes
that help my calves and back.
That old Blue Stratos aftershave
for attracting women faster,
all I need now is my Gillette G3
and a box of sticking plasters.
The medallion and gold chain can go
from nineteen seventy six,
as my Medic alert tag round my neck
will not pull any chicks.
The tight briefs from back when I had
ideas above my station,
replaced with baggy boxer shorts
for better ventilation.
And should God say my time is up
and kindly call me home,
he'll find that I shall travel light-
no more need for this comb!
Repeated Rebellion
Shielded ventilation silently choke within
Vision fading blackouts around and around again
Captivity corrupted as greed fills the plate
The burning acidic desire for everything to hate
Vivid recollections splash across the head
Proud of the torture in a painful death bed
Fearlessly without remorse emotions are so weak
Truth is in all the lies if the answer is what you seek
Destined for damnation a one way ticket to Hell
History repeats in cycles as all of the world rebels
bmdavey@2002/revised 10/28/17
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