#comes
grazing on the edges of forever
-chewing on minds eye
seeing nothing but today
-a moment to savour
-the ordinariness of awesome
when forever comes into view.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
the muddy wallow
sticky gloup(good for the skin, they say)
a rest stop
at an oasis(not the one you would like)
its enough sometimes
not to see the road ahead
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
the what and wherefore
weaved between fingers
left and right hands-
a shared dance of unknowing
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
Monsoon is gone. September comes
Together, let's welcome with drums.
Monsoon had created havoc and gone.
Soon the waters will be with Drawn
Time to celebrate September has come.
Festivals in India bring fun in tonnes.
In this month many festivals they sum
Me happy and boredom has worn.
September comes
Tune, Come September, my guitar strums
It's so famous everyone hums.
Fun time, everyone blows their horn.
Happily, my thoughts will airborne.
I send birthday wishes by virtual realms.
September comes
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 11:45 AM UTC
Sometimes we laugh
Sometimes we cry
The people around us
Wonder why
What makes us happy
What makes us sad
What makes us smile
What makes us mad
And that's alright
If they use the information well
To help us through
Days of hell
Sadness is a sort of spell
That transports us
Back to the shell
Of what we were
Before the sadness came to life
And doing all we could to survive
Cut off a bit
Split
I try today
A return trip
So afraid
Of all my truths
Of yesterday
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
The sun and the moon
In the same sky, not left out
In the cold darkness
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
your green eyes were as the mint
which gives good smell
and satisfy inner soul
let your sad out
throw it with your happy
and told yourself with confident
if the morning comes
the dark sure escapes
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
The Accuser Of Mankind wants to obliterate God's Word and Celestial Concepts of a Higher Order. Blasphemous Spirits are at work in High Places the World becoming more Animalistic more Demonic and Chaos Despair Peril and Destruction reign tall and mighty the current Earthly systems are turning Governments against each other violence, pestilence and wars are inevitable at this point...Nevertheless, the Righteous shall see the Lord Of Hosts descend from the Heavens to wage a Final Assault on the Tyrant Evil Dominions of the Earthly planes. Celestial Armadas Of Angelic beings will slay every single wicked soul who didn't turn to Christ nor believed in him. Then the AntiChrist The Devil and the False Prophet will be thrown to the pits of the Lake Of Fire and Sulfur. After a long exhausting battle there will be a Great White Judgement where the wicked and the righteous shall be judged. Then God's reign shall begin and be established for a Millennium. Beware of the ones who have come to say the Dark is Light and the Light is Dark...Woe to those in the last days who have chosen to pleasure their carnal bodies instead of serving God...dark days will come to Earth but don't lose faith brethren God is in control.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
let me know
when you will go
as you take with you
everything even my soul
i search for my self
my eyes will give
answer that it might go
the time will pass
the time comes
my watch annoys
as i look at times
she finally stops
my heart knocks
in spite of its knocks
the lamp is off
as the electricity was off
my brain was light
waiting her bright
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
Dark is the Absence of light, laughter the absence of fright
weakness the absence of might, day the absence of night
Blindness the absence of sight, grounded the absence of flight
The absence of you, i would no longer write
You are my muse, without you, i'm just hopeless in life
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, This is not not true
i'll die within a second, if i cant breathe the essence of you
You the queen that i live for, if only you knew
infinite words can never conclude
failing to capture what i wish to imbue
You are the blood of my lifeline, i live on cloud nine
so please don't ever leave me, you are my prayer, my living shrine.
The absence of you, there will be no divine.
I will get stuck to our past lives , with the absence of time.
The absence of you, will surely, with conclusion
sever my life line.
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
wouldn't you know it but I
oh I
a little girl wouldn't know it either would I?
no no but I think I feel it
or rather I feel my thinks
can't decipher any of it but a wink
and my thinks think
shouldn't I know it myself?
but nay I keep it all tucked on a very rather pretty little shelf
my thinks didn't label my feels so
im learning the things I didn't know I didn't know
a mystery
even to little me
so how should I be able to answer how do you be?
and I stand here on the edge or the brink
for I can hardly barely breathe as its all coming at me
give me just a moment
to breathe in my feels and my thinks
and perhaps the moment after the moment I'll be
just a little bit more free
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
So many wait
For another life
To walk into their own
Just to change the self
When really they
Are the only person
Who can pull apart the former fabric
Who can lend a mending hand to help
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
morning comes
and morning goes
and it's all because
of the coffee
you're making me
that gives me another
reason to continue
Life
is
always
unfair
you
know
thinking like that
only makes it fair
for no matter
what happens
I still believe
that everyone
has a happy
place to stay
and that place
is where
you can find me
Staring right back at you
saying
"welcome home"
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
come inside
feel at home
take your time
you're never alone
sit back
rest your back
look at the sky
relax
follow your breathing
look at the sky
now close your eyes
continue breathing
take all the good memories
exhale all your worries
don't ever leave
and
don't forget to live
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
the love comes
knocking all doors
all doors were opened
they saw the sun shinning
from you forehead, that is bright
the love orders
the hearts agree
they had to do
as they accept without any argue
the love is free
touching hearts at his way
making them shivered with fear
as they may be touched with cold there
the lips are closed
the minds waited
the eyes cried
even tier beloved was near
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC
late May, “sheltering in place,”
the perfection of the day, a descendant
of thousands of years of predecessors,
the elements in concert, expert-wise in the ways
of coordination of sky, wind and ocean caressing
to make poems come so easy, just breeze pluck ‘em
but this heart lies heavy in the noisy stillness,
for one intercept repeats itself,
all ready already, wrote of that, many times prior,
all the parimutuel betting/writing combinations
user exhausted, each one shouting, too late,
you wrote that in such and such a place, in a time,
vague recalled under a name since forgotten
eyes are the poem title generator random,
but all asterisked, seen that, done that,
wrote that, passages that are passengers
trying to hop aboard without paying,
the fare is no fair, and the style gone quaint,
no one wants to read the regurgitated,
my rapacious pen^^^ has stolen them back anyway
my pen now, flat on desk, good only for grocery & scratching off
my countless to-write, to-do lists,
but poem writing conspicuously absent,
this my last until, my corneas transplanted, my heart-ticking
to the beat of someone else’s drumming, but, no wisdom confession,
not what I expected from my retiring “freedom days”
did my share, and periodically one of you reminds me,
of the oldies, and the semi-smile that whispers across my drying lips
says did I write that, see the place + time denoted,
saying yes, here is proof of the when and where, and hints even
of the why, but the whys and wherefores, all crossed off,
the run is over, was a good one, but this time pride will not go
before the fall, for here it is springtime and the spring in the step,
does not launch more than an inch, ground bound, and when,
you no longer can soar, it’s time to say no more
and my old friends come to sing me to rest,
Joni reminds me I have no river to skate away on,^
my feet can no longer fly, lyrics like old honey, stuck no pouring,
Bobby closes my shop, with a young man’s prophecy,
knowing it is the hour that my ship has come in...
and though my moment is in this second, perfection, thinking,
peace to you all, remembering that peace is an unceasing changeling,
my piece is spoken, been trying to leave but this is it,
“it’s all over now baby blue”^^
“Oh, the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in”^^
Shelter Island
Memorial Day Weekend 2019
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
it come down
Digging at rocket
Making land vibrated
As the land gets happy
It splits and gets a baby
A baby is a small plant
Weak but it has power
To dig through the hard
Land, rocket even at worst
Then grows up and get flower
It spreads perfumes, pleasant
Hope that might be absent
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC