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 Apr 2020
anu
I Love Corona
Just because It made even the unheard heard
(Peace of nature)
I Love Corona
Just because It made even the blind to see
(Beautyof birds )
I Love Corona
Just because It made even the handicap to walk
(Forest Animals found its way to walk)
I Love Corona
Just because It proves even the power of  God
(Humans started their amnesty)
I Love this
Just because It is the high time for us to think
 Mar 2020
Shyamu
My life was an imagery
with so many similies...
The scenario it created
made it a romedy...

My life was an irony
with so many illusions...
Wrong motifs were understood
It became a tragedy....

My life is an oxymoron
with so many paradox...
Care for nothing
but everything disturbs...

My life is a tragic-comedy
with so many dramas...
no foreshadowing
but the flashback hurts....
I love literary devices...
 Oct 2019
anu
A man who becomes my mother
Love and Care was his place of wisdom
He was none other than my brother who will be with me ever.

He presented me a beautiful flower
She blooms the happiness of my brother's kingdom
A man who becomes my mother

Was her power
Who took her to paradise with his presence of welcome
He was none other than my brother who will be with me ever .

An eminent founder
Who founds my hidden optimist and sounds it with a feel of awesome
A man who becomes my mother

Was my living saviour
Who views me through prism
He was none other than my brother who will be with me ever.

He is my mighty creator
Who could reedem me from dead lonesome
A man who becomes my mother
He was none other than my brother who will be with me ever .
A new type of poetry ' VILLANELLE ' learned today ...
Form - 19 lines .
   Repeat 1 st line in 6 , 12 , 18  and 3 rd line in 9 , 15 , 18 .
Rhyme Scheme : ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

Important note : My first try - A blend of three heart ... Me my anaaaaa and annnniiii ... ( A wish , picture of best days of our future days )
 Jul 2019
Leigh Jacobson
If only parents behaved the way they expect their children to act.
This has frustrated me all my life. I still see it happening. Parents yelling at their kids when frustrated... for the child who yells out when frustrated. ....and it still does today.
 Jul 2019
LN
things can be different
from different point of views.
the same sceneries can be dull
or they can be filled with hues.

the flickering flame can burn
or the flame can be warm.
the water can quench thirst
or the water can bring storm.

we don't have to think alike,
we don't have to be the same.
for some people my words could mean
and for some they could be lame.
I see a world where everyone bleed feelings into everything they do
you might see it as a labyrinth  of forgotten people.


if we are not different then, who are we?
 Jun 2019
Desire
16 years behind prison bars -- you came home
and not once did you show your scars...
from the fights and sleepless nights, man
it must be hard, to survive a system so inhumane, so corrupt, and flawed...

Barely 20 back in '98 -- you ever wish
you can go back and take that day away? Wondering what life would be like if, at home, you stayed? Now pain echos in your brain since the past can't be changed... (but its ok)

You're a son - you sat in a cage
while your 3 year old son was home getting ***** trained; missed out on ceremonies, birthdays, and holidays. Relationships with friends and family faded as you aged - it
gave you lonely days...

But I remember the joy that overcame you
when we went up to visit - those days were our fave too -- We couldn't hug but you expressed your never-ending love, with 22 inch biceps, telling us to read books and stay tough...
(for that we thank you...)

We longed for the day you'd be free.
But we never understood or considered  the damage done underneath. 16 years of pain, struggle, and suffering. Yet, your story doesn't end with you drowning in defeat.

Certificates and college degrees.
Clinical Social Work and counselor for psychology. Leader, influencer, mentor, husband, and father of three.
I can't be any more proud of you, your healing, and the people you impact and reach (like me).

There are unknown scars that may never heal;
Holes in your soul that are ever real,
16 years behind prison bars -- you came home
and not once did you show your scars...
Instead, you showed the world how to
stay strong and be successful,
and for that, I am ever grateful.
Love you, tio.

@desire.is.dope
20190619
0316HRS
THE STRONG HAVE SCARS

FROM INMATE TO IMPACT
SERVED, SUFFERED, SURVIVED, SCARRED
SUCCEEDING AND ACHIEVING
MAKING A DIFFERENCE
MAKING BETTER DECISIONS
MAKING THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE
 Jun 2019
MrunaliniDNimbalkar
Turn the pain into balladry ,
Initiate a everlasting melody.
Do not linger in sympathy
Fabricate your destiny and ignite the flame of emphaty.

Rise to glorify your life
Strive not to survive but to be alive!
Simple treasures are on your path.
Why choose the road of pain and wrath?
The choice is stark ,
The world is tempting and the flesh is weak .
Chose the kingdom of God.

Do not ! My friend search for the worldly pleasures and treasure pitches ,
choose wisely for the divine, heavenly bounties and riches.

©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Spiritual verse#Reitirating self journey through simple pleasure s and happiness 23/06/2019
 Jun 2019
Ciel Noir
light a fire
and you will see
you are not alone
in this darkness
 Jun 2019
Edmund black
who is also...

a sharp mind

a gentle, kind soul

a curious intellectual

a civil right leader

a work in progress

a loving father

a humanitarian

a leader

a passionate lover

a hopeful romantic

With a lion  heart, a soft touch and peaceful presence...

Richness is about being who you are in each exquisite moment granted to you

I’m always me
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 Jun 2019
Sarah
Bare
For him to see
For him to touch and feel
Soft skin under his coarse finger tips
Stifled tears, and a lantern is lit
‘You owe him a laugh’ they said
‘A kiss and a dance in this pleasure night
For he had paid your price’
My price
three golden coins in the pocket of a man
Who kidnapped me when I was a mere child of nine
Who brought me to a house to be beaten and torn
then learn to obey,
I did, for I no longer had a soul
Bare
For him to see
For him to touch and feel
In this nights, and the many nights to be
A stranger with golden coins, A smiling girl with a heart that weeps.
I always sympathize with prostitutes, no one knows what they had been through and how they ended up where they are, yet society judges them.
One never knows the choices he would have made, had he been in their shoes.
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