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The Foodie One Jan 2022
I'm a Mountain
I'm a Rock -
I am Everything
That I'm Not

Ain't it funny,
this little show
Of Play Pretend
what You are Not?
© 16/01/2022
My Dear Poet Jan 2022
This is a tale about a tale
that had no end

A tale of the tale
of what was then

It went on forever
from wherever

but none knows when
Birds jump to the branches
of trees at sunrise,
But in the morning man
wrestles with whys.

Why do there seem to be
too many cuckoos?
Why chirping so noisy  
what are the clues?

In morning the sleep
descends from its core,
and chittering of pigeons
hurts a man more.

There is a  lot of tension
and a lot of stress.
Working late at night is a
suffering a mess.

Yes fatigue on mind,
whenever Man feels,
At times, smoking or
drinking  appeals.

At roaming late night
the cosmos retort.
A Reckless  freedom  is
not its support.

Be it testy coca-cola or
a pizza or a cake,
Nature always opposes
without a mistake.

The sweet, the chicken,
the fish, juicy curd,
The cosmos  advises
that these are absurd.

While Orderly pattern is
nature's workforce,
But  freedom is nature of
a man of  course.

As many are options and
choices  so gobs.  
A  Man and this nature
are always at odds
This existence is regulated by strict orderly  pattern and discipline. A Man,on the contrary, by his very own nature desires freedom from everything ,be it any kind of control, discipline, rules, order or regulation etc. He treats the same as different types of bondages. In such a scenario , Conflict between a man and the existence is bound to happen.
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Dec 2021
It's tough to say — bye!
When you know, From tomorrow...
You will not exist!
For u — 2021... Goodbye... "We'll meet again"... I wish I could say so but we can't ...And that's what, this life teaches us... That, nothing is permanent, everything has to be vanished... Even our existence!!
Diesel Dec 2021
Somewhere in my heart
I wonder why it's blue
Why the sky stays afar
With an ocean bird or two:

How could grass be green?
Like some child's spiky hair,
And by the sun's routine,
Let sunrays in the air:

The tree is odd as well—
Sometimes it grows in white:
What else from earth upwells
For birdies slept inside?
Written Apr 23/21
The Foodie One Dec 2021
I am nothing
but
A body;

some Thing that
struggles and strives -
Keeps pushing

Through the darkness
and shadows of
Life.
© 10/12/21
Sarah Richardson Dec 2021
Don't allow yourself to close your eyes;
To sleep or rest, to look away.
You see, you know,
They all lied to you.

Existence;
Immersed in it's ambiguities.
Meaningless suffering,
Life is unjust.

Left behind.
Drowning in real
Refusing to ignore,
It's killing you.

It is all truly there,
It is all that there is.
Onerous to accept it.
You're creating a war with a reality
Who only seeks to destroy.

Nearly lost elation,  
Thoughts transmitted in times of joy,
Hope at times afforded.
Faint memories of it will linger,
Just try to hold on.

-

You think so highly of such a lowlife as yourself,
Or are you it?
Are you it?
Rick Warr Nov 2021
while our massive
magnificent blue orb
turns in slow grace
and basks in the sun
i live my days
in self absorbed ways

but now and then
… like now
i step out into space
and look down on
my insignificance

i live my life down there
basking in the sunshine
of your warm regard
and the odd smile
from a well-meaning stranger
loving the beauty i see

it’s all that i’ve got
and is mostly enough
for my brief ride
on this magnificent
massive blue orb
out of body reflection
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