everything
everything is introvert
discover itself
where many thoughts play
world
a visionary stage
mind
an absolute traveler
but lonely
to the whole world
visualized there many things
non-visualized things are mysteriously hidden in mind
artist
discover very a few on the canvas
but the tape of mind
a finest fiber of unknown
enthusiasm to know
but all in cryptic riband
subtle feelings
come out as the needles
but express as the axe
mind is mind
a game of fine art
in circadian rhythm
-January 22, 2020 Chattogram
every inch of we
the wicked old
shall be new
but in the new bottle of year
the dawn of hungry refugees shall be same
the noon of busy cheaters shall be same
the dusk of torn bags of beggars shall be same
the eve of back home middle class tears shall be same
the night of abusive poor conjugal couple shall be same
only the year count down
shall be new,
the dressing up, the make up
the note books, the cash and ledger books
the fake oath
shall be new
but in the heart of old one
the new but not new
very a few,
in this foggy dew
changing hue
the wicked old shall come sure!
-(12/30/2019) 2: 45: 00 AM CTG, BD
A new limerick aficionado has emerged on the site
If you haven't noticed it's SO, you've got it, that's right
Surprised I'll bet
Way out as it gets
To expect anything less would be very a big sleight
(Inspired by a Judith S. comment to me)
My Christmas tree
A Christmas tree is a tradition
We do each year from childhood till
We can no more do this beautiful thing
My tree is a wonderful delight
With many a bauble and trimming
When a child I did it with my dad
With lights with bulbs and nursery rhyme
Decorated on their globes
Paper chains so very small
All made by me not so very tall
And plastic reindeer on cotton string
Glass baubles so very a fragile thing
But one grows up and things do change
On one hand they do on others not
Dad my no longer be here
But the reindeer are somehow
And they still appear each year
Unbroken to my delight
Along with the glass baubles
Children have come and they have added
To homemade decorations on my tree
They to survive many a following year
Now there are grand children
To add more to my beautiful tree
Many things have changed and many not
No longer is the tree a pine
That was dug up each year for me
But beautiful fake tree one now
Each new Christmas though
Is a wonderful memory of things
By those who we love so much
Of those that have past and ones with us
Each time I open the trimming box
9-12-17
Hunter Cervenka
is becoming best known for his sizzling senka
as it approaches the plate
it rapidly senks and only then will it begin to gyrate.
Wiillians Astudillo
is dreaming dreams of Amarillo
at low,very, A
and Sweet Marie who’s in the hay.
an arriviste
is someone whose production has lately ceased
and is now a new Brave
for his redemption, and ours, sweet sanity crave.
When I am gone
Remember me
For the good times we had
The moments that I was able
To make you happy,
even if for very, a very short time
I would, if I could make those moments sublime
in time
When you forget about me
I shall never be angry, I will never envy
For you shall always remain
Inside me
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