She is blue ,
The brilliant type of blue
So that she glitters e ’en in the
gloom .
So sweet is the song that she hums
She is the blue bird on the purple
post

She is pretty and she knows
Purr , purr she goes
As though she wants to fly
Preen and preen oil to her feathers
she apply
She is the blue bird on the tall
purple post

She leads a life so modest
As though ignorant she is the
prettiest
She lives to the dictates of nature
So that humans love and envy her
culture
She is the blue bird on the purple
post

Remain hither so I can watch
No go thither to our thatch
And I will watch and forget to go to
sleep
But away you fly and into the
clouds you sweep
She is the pretty blue bird on the
tall purple post .

Clear clouds overhead
But Troubling thoughts crowds my mind
Fear my only friend

Pale blue sky
Endlessly tumbling clouds
Sleepy and drowsy sun
Waking young moon
Hush, hush distant frogs’ croaks
Swishy-swoshy, rustle of breeze blowing dry grasses.
Every lives’ moment is a movie.

Plush green fields
Sweet melody of birds chirping
The crunching sound of beach’s white sand underneath our feet
Rush, rush sound of the sea
Whistles of patrolling sea gulls
The ****, **** thumping of a heart.
Every lives’ moment is a beautiful song

Red haired dollies
The backyard trees and swings
The childhood crush
The race to meet a tired returning mother.
The humble lamp-lit dinners
The late night story tales.
Every lives’ memory is a classic painting

As a clock counts lives’ time
She drips memories, pictures and songs
This beauty untold
Infinite melodies unsung
That only a keen and positive heart can hear.

All those words
seen as bad
evil even
rude
profane
crude
         one question
why?
they're only words
why fear
what
you can't even see
there just words

There was you
In bright sight
of confident
June moonlight

There was you
In eyesight  
of insecure
August sunlight

There was you
In right sight here now
of Every season's
starlight

There was you

Never before have I faced such a formidable foe as Adobe Photoshop
I give in, it has bested me.
Oh **** it, I need to make this rhyme.
Holy komodo dragons, a bee...

I eat it
Nothing is as much sweet

I drink it
Nothing has ever tasted like it
Not even the finest of wines

I inhale it
Nothing sustains like it
The purest form of oxygen.

I surf on it
Unimagined beauty
Not even the biggest tide

I fly on it
Higher than any pair if wings can take you
No even those of an eagle

I puke it
And I lick all of it
It taste as fresh as from the oven.

Nothing compares to poetry
Ask every poet
He/she will tell you same.