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Shofi Ahmed Sep 2
Pi with love won’t die
it’s irrational but rational
between the infinite Creator
and finite creation.

A creation is dead zero
somewhere being irrational
with the eternally Irrational
That can’t be thought,
or felt let alone be seen
is beyond the imagination!
But Qun Be the very creating Voice
at the beginning that
was allowed to be heard!
Giving the rational reason
the creation revives on a tangent.
Turns on to a perfect circle counting on
both worlds perfectly closed!

Follows the Voice in the nothingness abyss
pleasantly resonant throughout
the deepest and darkest hours showing light.
Suddenly the creation becomes so relevant
finds love that was in creating the creation.
It starts to discover its own
seductive narrative arc:
The vital three acts
the beginning, the middle and the end!

But finds no true end
therefore no middle in the middle
no, begin in the beginning.
The creation in the creation
floating in the void nothingness
starts to see the Irrational for good!
****** Most Fowl!
by Michael R. Burch

“****** most foul!”
cried the mouse to the owl.

“Friend, I’m no sinner;
you’re merely my dinner!”
the wise owl replied
as the tasty snack died.

Published by Lighten Up Online and Potcake Chapbooks

NOTE: In an attempt to demonstrate that not all couplets are heroic, I have created a series of poems called “Less Heroic Couplets.” I believe even poets should abide by truth-in-advertising laws! This poem also questions who the "original sinner" was. How was it not the Creator, if such a being exists, since owls are forced by nature to ****** innocent mice and other prey animals? Is it possible that the Creator is not so heroic either? Keywords/Tags: Death, Nature, Rhyme, Pain, Creator, Predator, Prey, Mouse, Owl
Orakhal Aug 3
the body knows
that the mind has told it

command its emotion gently
thru instinct and intuition

and it will move beyond that its learnt
Orakhal Jul 9
Lay thy dream in the heat of a swans pose
Tickle thy scent to a babies toes
Press thy taste on a breath of white fire
Wilt as wonder in a willows shire

Chase thy hunger to the lions eye
Flesh thy essence to an eagles mind
Spill thy will to a buzz in hive
Bottlenose swim in an ocean dive
hybridstorm Jul 5
I stared with no expression
at the white light
and wondered about black and red.
I wondered what I would do if
things went all but soft and white.
I felt I would wither,
helpless,
weak,
useless.
But
I decided to keep myself happy,
I decided I would put white silk cushions
in my heart's cave
and would invite the rain and winds
to smother me
with cool love
and keep me soft.

                                                        -s­torm-
Alone in the lockdown, in front of screens, one may feel anxious and worried. As mature beings, I think it is best for us to adjust our minds to the thoughts of all kinds of destinies. We go through trauma and get depressed when we have to live lives we never thought we may have to live. At this point in time is when the presence of God the almighty comes in. He is like cool water freezing your boiling and scalded anxious mind. He will give what is best for you, all you need to do keep on worshipping Him and trust your case with him.
Orakhal Jun 25
As you
lock on
to whats not going well

you remain
a co operative creative component
to that very expression of reality
Orakhal Jun 20
The New World
now
requires
creators

not
re actors

to conditions
others have already
created
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