While most tread the beat of the world in tepid motion
I run in rhythm with its tune.
Thump...
The blood pulses from the vessel above
Flick...
Rapid motion riddles the melody
Coursing unwavering focus overtakes
Seeps...
Overcomes...
A fluid of such awakening arrives
One of awareness so atoned to the world it rotates with the soil of mortality
Heaving heavy breath, in time with waves of wastage.
Drowning the echoes of whispering unbelief
I rise...
Rise in being
Rise in vitality
Rise in existence
Soul, spirit, body...
I rise...
I fall...
I live...
I survive in the absence of creed.
Early Summer Haiku Edited
ripening cherries
hanging on trees in daylight~
bats feasting at night;
at morning sunshine
wastage and garbage on ground~
harvest hopes shattered.
Early Summer Hiku 23
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bats feasting at night.
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Time
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
And time so vital
Is do it fluid
Don't clod the flow
Get the going
Going.
Time the eminance
Time the authority
GOD is time ..
One day is a thousand year's to GOD
One thousand year's be one day to GOD.
In HIS time
By HIS time
On HIS time
We spend time
We get free time
We have good times
During our darkest times ...
The sun will keep time
Past regrets are waste of time
This is negative energy and wastage
You lose your profit of time
And will cost you a dime.
And time..
So revere
So sublime
Time devine
For in the confidence of our prayer time and
when we are in re-union with GOD will our prayers be heard.
And GOD will grace healing and comfort..
The very same time.
He is here..
Every-time on time
Once upon a time GOD will grant you HIS fullness
This is called a lifetime.
And time
Can be
So little..
Devotion is good time
Animosity is bad time
Adore GOD
Praise and call on our
LORD JESUS CHRIST
Is time most precious.
Remember
Thank YOU LORD
is your lifetime prayer.
Where are you staying these days? Are you doing fine? Send me letters.
One twilight hue rejoiced with the whimsical hand fan, bought from fair
How is that doing at your hand so late at night, like this? Send me letters.
Which page on the calendar is grieving with me, absorbed
Bright eyes, chanting gazes, yearn there as they adore you. Send me letters.
Which word muses along as hours pass, they play around as the day progresses?
Which memory plays it safe , whispering to be soaked in floodgate of the lovers’ lane?
Send me letters . Send me letters, Send me letters,
Or else, not any more words to forbid, cuddle time with oblivion to chime
The loser was this, me, who is relevant , there to be?
Even though I loved thee to find only mistakes with me. Mistake, mistake.
The gone astray dandelion, and the pollen, sprinkler delight within
My killer noises of the solitude, noon hours, through my five, What else , anyway?
In one life , wastage , how much of that will there be, anymore, anyhow?
One Beatrice , to inflict heartache, how much pain of that will there be, anymore, anyhow?
Impatient engineer that I am,
I think I could watch it forever -
or at least until it consumes itself.
Pure little teardrop of fire,
yellow-white blossom of a bluish bud,
still as a ghost for an instant.
Then you flicker.
And in doing so betray
your sweet mortality,
your honest fragility,
your shudder at the cold breath of time.
While I watch you, I behold life.
My soul sees itself.
And, for an instant, eternity locks ...
Then another flicker.
And a bittersweet sense of guilt
at the wastage of time
in watching a candle burn ...
28 November 2023
I Know A Place
I know a place in the rural sector,
close to the bye-pass connector.
five fulvous furrowed fields, each one hectare
measured accurate with tape-protractor,
owned by peasant of rustic character.
Wild weeds yield tiny blooms with sweet nectar.
Dawn dews on grass shine in Sun’s projector.
Happy grasshopper hops : Vibrant vector.
Sparrows- Sterlings chirping : Frolic factor.
Farmer feels free to drive modern tractor.
Ripen crops are taken by collector.
Farmer is developing agriculture on devotion.
He uses the modern system of drip irrigation.
Water wastage arrested on least water consumption.
I know a place where runs ideal cultivation
honouring utmost Nature’s contribution.
05/23/23
Title chosen ‘ I know a place.’
This or That Vol. 18
Contest by Edward Ibeh
KNOW YOUR NEIGHBOURS
Considering any acquaintance,
proximity is the first preference
to overcome over all loneliness.
Helplessness solvable by neighbours!
Improve your social behaviour.
In urgency next door guys : Saviours.
But in mobile, Facebook or text message
Children, youngsters, seniors on average !
Most of the time all engaged! Time wastage.
Care and share for your next door neighbours.
In need do favour or ask for favour.
Daily chores to run smooth with less labour.
Friends may be far, neighbours at door step.
Be involved: Interact ! Help and get help.
Neighbours for each other, above self.
01/26/23
Acquaintance and Neighbours
Contest by Soto Poet
Arkham Asylum has turned devilish,
With Joker inside,
Batman has to hide,
Riots led by Dr. Charles Cavendish;
Adams, a hostage,
Two-Face - mind wastage,
Mr. Freeze and Mad Hatter's capacity,
Killer Croc and Scarecrow's dark audacity
Challenged Batman in there;
Amadeus Arkham killed his own mother,
Haunted by a bat,
He turned a mad brat,
His shock therapy destroyed another;
Cavendish berserk,
Copied Arkham's work,
Mirror glowed and the moon hid behind clouds stark,
Adams kills Cavendish, Batman freed, such spark!
The evil asylum crouched in shadows dark
Challenged Batman in there.
12th January 2023
Form: Quarinage (created by Gregory R. Barden)
For Robert James Liguori's "Arkham Asylum" contest
Waste not time please
Life is for a short lease
Wastage of time is bad
As it will make one sad
Lost time can't be retrieved
More time can't be received
Only 24 hours are given
Use it wisely my son
When end comes and knocks
Have not with it empty talks
Boldly say you have won
As your duty is finely done
Joyfully invite this end
To help it, please bend
Even end you must enjoy
Accept its offer with joy
Every second really matters
Perfect action always betters
Avoid every possible occasion
When you get an indication
That time might get wasted
As via time only life is tasted!
Albeit Nature teaches one to be kind
One is not so always in their mind
At times I push and rush
Like water flowing in a gush
Is it Nature that simulates us or do we
Are we teaching Nature what to be
This is a thought l I randomly ponder about
Even though it is not much I can do about
I am learning to conserve, recycle and be attentive to Nature
The little things we do can be beneficial to its stature
If I can contribute towards Nature in some way
That’s the best thing I can do in my free time in any way
I love Nature, the smell, the ocean, the fresh air and pure joy
It puts me in a state where I enjoy
It’s time to wake up and contribute towards Nature
Don’t let another day go by in pure wastage
I am here to support Nature
The best is yet to come my gracious.
Waste has worsened widespread.
World's oceans polluted.
Wonder throwaway mind
Wadded to poor beings
Wreckage of planes and trains
Wastage slash-and-burn seas
Worldbank work tackle trash
2nd place in the W Pleiades contest
Written: May 9, 2021
Pleiades W Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
My love,
Just trying to talk with you,
This love is old not new.
Waiting for your message,
But everyday becomes wastage.
When you enters,
My mind windows closes,
And my heart always surrenders,
And my feelings explodes.
But you ignores,
Then I feel so lonely,
And you finish it before,
But my love is for you only.
And will remain forever.
Only yours,
Meetkumar Tailor
Glorious God that grips and grabs the heart of great grandees
Who wangled on the walk-way of war and wastage
They truly troubled me and I trembled tremendously
But HE breaks their backbones bits by bits without blinking
Salute shrew sire for saving me from shackles of slavery
Darkness dig deep distracting and dragging me to death
Praise the potter who put past pest problems to rest
Father of faith fraternized freedom for fraudulent friends
Covering and cleansing concise minds; cutting corrupt cabals
Made me mode my life much more than male mugger ..
8-28-2020
Every day I come to this platform and stay some time
This is full of sagacious, poetic victuals stage
Without any experience, I hold the wise weapon pen
Slightly can fill my hungry weak heart
Coz such rich protein is harmful to my brain-body
Whatever in the time of leaving every day I discharge some brain wastage
Without thanksgiving, this coming and leaving every day is immodesty
I know! Yes, sorry for my egoistic character
Feel proud always still the platform allows me to stay every day
For my ungrateful mood, I feel extremely sorry
But the bad habit of mood won’t be changed in me
Thanks
Thanks a lot everyone
Sincere thanks to all the respected, revered poets and poetess
Those who have given precious time to my writing, read, commented and evaluated
Thanks also to those who didn't have time for my writing,
Thanks to those who will give the dearly time to my brain wastage
Earth's chest is now infected with an unknown risky virus
The natural body of the earth is now in unsafe sick amorous
The way to get well being unknown and have to stay home like a prison cell
So, stay home, stay safe
Thanks again everyone
22.06.2020 Chattogram
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