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Dear Sylvia, Autumn weeps in perennial loss for you. Shedding its’ veined dry tears, falling on cracked dry soil. The live oak runs around the front yard, screaming her hair is lost… in bald cries. I want it to rain
Nature’s Marvel In the night sky, what should appear? A golden mantle created by a full harvest gold moon, as the reflective eye of an eagle, fluffy clouds in the shape of an eagle’s magnified head. Glowing golden moon beams
The sky is sobbing and will not stop Drenching me with cold big drops. Dashing back indoors Dripping all over my clean floors. I shouted up to the sky “What’s wrong, why do you cry” A loud crash and burst
You will always be my great love So true, it consumed me It’s the kind everyone would want to have Warnings, dangers, I refused to see My heart is broken I cannot stop the tears from fallin’ I love you
Dance of the Cobra In the shadow of a Supernova Somewhere in the Mist of the Sea Desire encircling You and me The smell of you is Intoxicating and has me Rising to the occasion Tonight as do Your eye’s
Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out
My garden is beautiful With a variety of flowers A gaze itself is cheerful Attracts all viewers Morning I was delighted To see a fully blossomed rose Thoughts of my love excited My emotions too rose Joyfully I plucked Left
Shadows danced along the sea. Inviting. To move with the currents. While the waves unfold Seducing. To sing with the screams of the ground Beating hearts rolling out. Like love. It felt like one. But the risks are quite painful.
One crisp scaffold. Was it possible that it became generous? For the street which turns the mutation into xenograft. I pretend to be which I am not for fear of dying daily or sleep no more in the lineage of
Power reserves forest land, wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws people enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water, like lachrymal gland of eye woes overflow as tears. Reserved category once lived in gigantic palaces, now museums preserve grand air.
Fragrances of honeysuckle in the air and everywhere from a mountain top somewhere well he reigns as king having the fire inside… bold and courageous he is like thunder and lightning from the sky Supreme commander of the Cosmos and
Don’t misunderstand my intention If I pretend bliss is blinking, even for a moment! Longer I stay in this confounding riddle I am closer to my happy self, Gather all the Intel on a space craft I am going on
Beings of erotica were at the gates of heaven. Shell-shocked, the city was becoming political but people were absconding. It was global warming for obscenity. The remoteness was collapsing and moons had come in my arms. Smoking the serrated leaves
He jumps, engages in acrobatic feats Drunken by coded chants and drumming Enraptured beyond mortal realm His ego tickled and heightened Gleefully he responds to each call Awed onlookers shudder and wonder At this creature with a monstrous aura With
The old wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced, and all were in tears. Its faithful old rider
Is it near the fringes of the metropolis Concrete, near the shapeless brink of muddy smell, near the unfringed openness where saltish waves begin to kiss? Can it be saved, since it is sadly snarled, crumpled, half-eaten by a warped
Driving green fire out of melodies. It was not make-believe not mannerism but smell of autopsy. A pseudo-elegy starts at burial site. Frugality of dust first decides to go to god and then die. Race, religion, tribe and their foot-soldiers
He started in an infirm tone as if the poem were escaping through his clenched behind, images and meaning forcing their way out, evoking a limp echo from his moist mouth. It had to be some elder enthusiast reading a
Sit next to me Pawpaw A small voice commands. Read to me Pawpaw. Read it again Pawpaw, A small voice commands. Do not skip a word. Chase me Pawpaw, A small voice commands. Lord, I’m tired. Snack time Pawpaw A
What was the ethics of homefires when homeostasis had gone awry? There were no concrete truths. I will not wear the lies instead like fly ash on my bloodied shirt. The old habits die hard; the beds of flesh and
A double minded man is unstable in all his ways, His trials and tribulations shall rule his nights and days. Like the sea driven by the winds and tossed, His very own soul will be his final cost. He wants
I move mechanically on concrete roads Puzzled surrounding, locked in codes Straight faces, scanning smoke Lifeless existence, a solemn joke. Just then something knocks my brain A figure holding umbrella, when there’s no rain Peace struck shape, no layers of
I remember that warm sunny day we traveled through wow what a long way ouch darn tree I remember we stopped there I saw I saw that waterfall it glistened it glowed what a pretty sparkle I remember when I
“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with
When you have A personal relationship with GOD, you have inner PEACE, That no one can shake, And evil can’t over take. There’s PEACE, JOY, LOVE That you have received, As GIFTS from his LOVE, And only comes from GOD
Kashmir weeps, All her admirers abandoned, She had all to attract, The beautiful valleys, Proud and elegant mountains, Greenary,lakes and what not? A heaven on earth, Kashmir weeps, Curses its destiny, Literary turned into a military camp, Rich culture heritage
In the forest the summer steam retreats Confusion breaks like a fever, sudden Relief flooding the mind with quiet murmurs A symphony of whispers cover the screams And tears evaporate as the cry dies on your lips The shadows listen
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Are you sleeping with hate? I wanted to know, does it have a meaning? For we human beings, any equals in plants and animals? There was this audacious betrayal of a brute force to behead a beautiful lass, a scion
Pseudoscrubbing was going on the scripted drama, words apart. The tears were denied to him and the moon slowly made peace on the white marble of a cult, and the river had scored a victory. He was very upset by