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When you stand in the thrall of the waterfall Overwhelmed by its crashing power When your cheeks feel the sting of its icy caress And you don’t know the day or the hour When your ears and your tongue are
I’ve come for walk early today. It’s not dawn yet. But don’t worry! In the park, on reaching the banyan tree, It came out- an indistinct figure- dark, with …Terrible fangs! Hairy body! Fiery eyes! At one go, I moved
Heavenly peace is not here we say, But that’s not true, Strong people always dominate a prey, But that’s not true. Like fingers are different though reside together, We all are different but made of same leather, Laughing, loving and
Deathly silence enveloped the vicinity As tears welled in every eye Stirred every heart,soul and mind That photograph and that beautiful face Thrown out of existence By inexplicable desire and malevolence Now cast a ghostly radiance In the light of
I’m meditating in a Boise coffee shop because I’m not writing well my thoughts are a smeary slide full of animalcules contained, self-important images that could fit into a list-poem full of suggestions that dares the reader to link meanings
To the twinkling star, so far away. I cannot reach as I pray! For safety in your present state, Amongst a land of hate! Tears glaze my eyes,I reminisce our growing up. Denial fills my mind, I refuse to believe.
Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of
Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to
A herd of Chicanos is on TV thanking some mike on a stick Complementing my all pill breakfast It’s time to write clinical sonnets to girls in biology The looming plurality of entendres hopefully penetrating their big hair They don’t
What an incredible adventure this love affair has been So many wondrous things that I have felt and I have seen So many special places that left such a tender mark A myriad of memories forever etched upon my heart
What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed
Puffy and white clouds float, On a cool breeze of endless hope, Shape shifting to natural winds, Against the horizon, powerless to pretend… Transparent from close, Cloudy from far away, Is it specific to a clear, Cloudless perfect day… Are
I glued my eyes to the fluttering tiny insect As it buzzed across my ears with its noisome Tiny wing, flipping brilliantly against the Fading sunset on the western horizon They came diving like jets on a bombing run; Two
Anticipating my imminent release, drenched in spoiled love, stifling sweetness encompasses my heart and swallows my body whole. my rapidly racing fingers reach for your soul in the depths of my sex. the air forces its way outside of my
I was once asked – If you were to paint motherhood What colour would you use, my friend? Would it be yellow, bright and sunny? Would it be green, full of life and promise? Would it be blue, an intellectual
The danger lurks in corner. After double helix, Now cobalt pencil writes the history of mankind. Dirty bomb gives determinate meaning of peace. I turn back to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass you bend for the cuckoo.
Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He’s Elohim’s truest envoy. Hosanna! Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus: aye! Men
We were kids and we were four Formed the best group of friends before Got to play almost all street games Not minding if sun already sets. Oftentimes, visit each other’s house Happily watched cartoon-series about blue cat and brown
Relieve me of this cruel, Subterranean passion, Or douse dispiriting reason, Cast out the angst Heart distressed, Regain your soothing rhythm. Return to me Resilience, Revoke this grim oppression, Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition. Don’t consign me to
every year I used to visit a place down by the sea the boardwalk pier pizza stands with fresh fried dough expossed to the sea shell band with family & friends let the reader understand bars with beers flowing was
You have to roll a six, With four dices on the board. The odds are not in your favor, Playing a big game of chance. Critics are saying it’s impossible, But you still play in the tournament. Self-discipline increases the
That day was exhilarating, My heart was already drenching, Split Second I saw, in awe, Gathered my courage to jaw, Time was too good to be true, No thought to subdue, A Kiss, full of bliss, was hard to miss,
One’s trying very hard to find one’s voice, The problem is one’s sounding rather stiff; It seems to me that one has little choice Than take a break and chillax with a spliff. If ever I should be Prime Minister,
When the times are tough And the road is rough And you can’t believe in yourself When the blames are more And the praise is less And you are perplexed and unsure When your confidence starts drowning in the sea
I expected to be dizzy peering over an abyss of rocks and trees into the twenty mile vista. Instead I was as still as the surrounding trees rooted with wonder to this high place in the clean prairie air, standing
We sure did love the lollipops, the cracker jacks, the Holloway candy sticks, the chocolate coated ice cream bars, and those tootsie rolls. We simply could not get enough of the pop sickles, the cool aids, and the soda pops.
Well and as the music plays and everybody Dances to Mozart inside, I stand out here On the terrace all alone, outside. All alone except for the owls, the moon and the stars I might feel left out and down
Why do we suffer? What’s the point? People are born with terrible conditions, live lives of torment and pain. Die painful horrible deaths. Why? Why would a God created such conditions? To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think. Wouldn’t
Well this could be the Renaissance or This Could Be Now… a circle dance in the hour of the Northern Mockingbird… Venus in Pisces by chance…a wild and crazy romance serenaded by sweetest sonnets ever sung… enchanted by fragrances of
Every moment of my life which I dreamt to be sublime, Is now caged within the loathing walls of his dreams. Millions passing by and there, I stood as a scum, feeling the essence of nothingness filled in the dark
Walking down the street for a lively walk Saw a pair of eyes which wanted to talk The teary eyes and the gloomy face Asking help for heaven’s sake..! No!It’s not just water from the eyes. It’s a pearl that