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When you are a poet
you don't place yourself on a pedestal
don't spit venomous hate
think fellow writers are dismal.

When you are a poet
you don't feel a superiority
fellow writers you gleefully berate
make yourself perversely witty.

When you are a poet
your heart is a little more wide
you don't fume and fret
readers are not on your side.

If you are a poet
you know better than to be arrogantly vain
don't carry ego's sinful weight
but let your art pour through your pen.
The conductor looks at me
and then at my ticket
the train is running on full steam
splitting the night with monstrous weight
cutting darkness by its beam.

A mess up he says is always on the card
in this journey's hurly burly
if you are even a little off guard
you pick up one too early.

It keeps happening more with good ones
taken by jumping the queue
denied a trial one fair chance
lifted before they are due.

I am amused by his strange remark
what he means find hard to get
seems the guy talks too much at work
can't quietly just check ticket.

Haven't a clue sir to what you say
the mess up and jumping the queue
make it clear if I may pray
this lifting before it is due.

Holding the ticket before my eyes
the conductor points at the date
unpleasant though this little surprise
you are traveling on tomorrow's ticket.
 May 2015 Sydney Victoria
Àŧùl
Kind & caring,
Regal & royal,
Inquisitive & interesting,
Playful & loyal,
Indian & global.

Focused on her career,
Or on her love,
Resting not till succeeding.

Dispelling her negatives,
Really loving and meaning,
Organizing her career,
ostalgia waiting for us,
A**s we become closely bonded.
My HP Poem #863
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Sydney Victoria
Àŧùl
These are not just poems that I write for you,
But I lay down pieces of my heart in a jigsaw that you will complete.
These are not just words that I say daily to you,
But these are peacock feathers out of my wings of love complete.
These are not just feelings that I possess about you,
But these are delicate flowers of true love needing care complete.
My HP Poem #864
©Atul Kaushal
Unicorn Moments


It was Maundy Thursday, an afternoon so lazy
the words of the passion could sink hardly
for my eyes were on the beading tray
the unfinished bracelet was now  awry
off and on, i kept stringing  
the garnet rounds and pearls kept falling
no more tiny brass rings to string in between
i had to think of other ways...something
also had to wash away the gray feeling.

Searched inside my bedroom drawers
and found silver flower spacers!
i gloried at the thought of finishing two bracelets
three, more, maybe even an anklet!

Three, four hours had passed, i was so exhausted
i had already showered
the whole bathroom was spotless,
smelling of ^Pandan leaves^ and flowers,
i was so delighted!

Outside the bathroom door, i stopped
spotted the shiny silver spacers! on the bed, i almost dropped
the silence was too loud, i couldn't stand the spacers' glare,
nothing to say, nothing to offer... just a stare...

"No! no way!
i'm fine, i'm okay!"
was that my voice that gave me away?
moment of truth could never be held at bay...

I held the cable wire to start beading
but body and mind were one...refusing
my fingers were limp...a bit trembling
tired, from too much scrubbing.

My finger traces the head of my unicorn figurine
God knows, i have loved this magical creature ever since
but, i'm not sure i even like these new visitors, these
unicorn moments,
they don't come often,
yet, they're bound to happen.
oh, well....i guess i have to be a bit bolder
accept these changes that come with growing older...

when this happens, i try to joke and laugh,
and then people say......."you're tough!"
i answer them with a smile...and a gruff!



Sally
Copyright April 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
**A "unicorn moment" is when somebody gets off the subject of a conversation, or when one gets "side tracked" from a task without realizing it....(from the Urban Dictionary)***


^^^Pandan leaves---A tropical plant with leaves that are long and narrow, used in cooking for its flavor and its fresh and pleasant smell. I tie some leaves all around the bathroom, to keep cockroaches away...i don't know how, or why...but it works! ^^^
In the ocean of my sadness
Almost driven to madness
I've been diving deep beneath
‘Twas getting hard to breathe
But your anchor I have found
And came back safe and sound

After all, there was no treasure
Almost crushed by the pressure
At the verge of detonation
From above came salvation
Someone sailing 'round my sea
While watching out for me

From chaos I’ve been freed
Just in my time of need
All my wounds ceased to bleed

Back in the light of day
As in the grass I lay
I greet the sun’s first ray


*Drowning Deep Down Despair by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
666...
I serve you my heart on a silver plate
A gift like this must never go to waste
Have another piece to savor its taste
Take your time, no need for such a haste

Still in good shape, still in perfect condition
'Twas never a victim of malnutrition
Or any possible form of addiction
But constantly lost in ills of perdition

I now entrust you with this part of me
Treat it with care, don't turn away and flee
There will be no regrets, just try and see
After all, you're getting it for free


*Haggling Love by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
I had a friend
Ask me the other day
If I had an accident
And I had to have a sense to lose
Blind or deaf
What would I choose

I didn't even have
To give that a thought
The answer came to my brain right away

I thrive with the sound of music
God will give me His vision
He will guide me each new day
The only requirement is
True belief when  I pray
Under the midday sun,
we locked,
we loaded,
we mounted up
in our Strykers,
we knew prayer time
was about to end,
that the violent-fun
was about ready to begin.
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