#gala
“Mariners should alter plans to avoid these hazardous conditions. Remain in port, seek safe harbor, alter course, and/or secure the vessel for hazardous conditions.“
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these governmental agencies
a veritable,, gala of cords of words,
have an urgency that is an
unintended poetry capture
the hazards of life
and their associated cruelty
oft brings out
the very finest of the best of us,
lurking in the innerest depths
we studiously avoid
lest we be embarrassed or
tearfully fulfilled
Remain in port!
(venture forth to save a life,
even your own)
Seek safe harbor!
(secure your internal best)
Alter course!
(there isn’t a single path,
that doesn’t consist of
thousands of minute
course corrections)
Secure the vessel!
(the first commandment,
your primary obligatory
to your first, the us, the rest)
for the most hazardous conditions
you’ll face,
are your own self-imposed
roadblocks and diversions,
overcome these is the hardest,
but success is freeing in a way
that makes you love this
ephemeral, always refining
de~fining yet obtainable potion
of
honest/to/goodness
true freedom
addendum
———-
discard, ignore
be wary of
those who fallback
on icebergs of curses
sandbag of ice Shoals
beneath the water surface
and when they,
reduced to bile infected
falling back on vulgarities and curses,
this the mist removal
line should never crook
or cross
Let them sink below the waterline for their talent is compromised, and they fail to understand and comprehend that poetry is intended to inspire
the commonality
that blends this potpourri of
im ourinternational collective who
value the collective spirit that informs our poetry
oh yeah
**** my dck”
fouls this temperate commune
of politesse architecture here,
wounding us all
give us no more these
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badwordsoffensive**
worse, tools of the
poorly pathetic thumb of the inarticulate,
in one so talented
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
I had forgotten how it feels to be touched by you
You left my heart broken and mind askew
The longingness to see you
For eternity and eternally, or just seconds, few
I, henceforth remained unbothered and sad,
Even in a gala milieu!
You came back by a whisker and feelings, see through
And asked me to gather something new and old , something borrowed and blue
I felt some jitters and saw love inked hues
I felt so lost when it should've been good in lieu
Then one day you woke up and away you flew
You told me it's over, out of love, you grew
I then remembered how it feels to be hurt by the cruel,
I then learnt, love leaves you unscathed and glad, if true
And seems precious than any material, money or jewel
You will find it in the world, first find it in YOU.
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 11:57 AM UTC
you are the Ambrosia of my mind
the apple of my eye
crisp and Red delicious
a Macintosh in waiting
Granny Smith is exuberant
over our Gala to toast the Empire
I see a Pink Lady in Fuji
Honeycrisp in every way
you are the Envy of Pazzaz
playing Jazz in Cameo at the Braeburn
in front of Lady Alice in Holstein
like a Hidden Rose
though Janagold is **** mixed with sweetness
your Liberty embraces Gravenstein
akin to a Pacific Rose like an Opal
enjoying Winesap instead of Mutsu
Andreas Simic©
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC
Wineglass
An hour to midnight
low lit lights
gentle undertones
stained clouds of moisture
in a glass of wine
as thick
as ripe layers of fog.
hums of symphonies,
swells of low pitched voices,
crescendos of conversation.
murmurs, whispers of fine China
and the newest editions of
oil paintings from Italy
Midnight at the gallery
Once
clear glass, stained with
lipstick and breath --
Laughter, light and
undertones of ripe berry
lingered on the tip of glass.
eyes wandering
over canvases of
lavish art
While stained clouds
of moisture
are as thick as
ripe layers of fog.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
All are dancing slowly
This masquerade
A gala
Yet
All is in great discord
Among the orchestra
One is out of tune
Yet
None seem to care
To hear the broken melody
See the chip in the stone
Cover it up
With a little paint
None shall tell
Besides the meek little pup
Soon it shall faint
One shall yell
While the rest
Ring, ring, ring the bell
Dancing in discord
To the broken melody
Pulling out a flask
‘Neath the rows
Folk chatter and ask,
“Isn’t something off?”
While the other throws,
“Neigh!” then one does quaff
Shine a light
Alone the floor
Hold one tight
For one shall sing no more
Grasp it
So one may not fall
That she would not permit
Not a’tall
Sing, sober dream
Whisper your whims
Through a beam
On a limb
The lullaby
Child doth cry
Sing, sober dream
Sing, sing,
For ‘tall must end
One day.
- Jay M
September 12th, 2019
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
a profusion of colors
unfurled from small buds
to bring forth their splendid
spring flower gala
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
We are obliged to almighty
For our food and shelter!
We are gratified our supreme
Who caring us
From the infinity of sky,
From the top of mountain,
From the intimate green of forest,
From the profound blue of water
For our vigour and glee!
Let us come up to
Sprawling green under the unwrapped sky
Craft it an asylum
For all of us
Implore to fortitude of Boori Boot
To live together!
Let us rejoice in concert
For spring and new cycle of harvest!
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Beautiful spots, different places.
That’s the things I want to see.
In different countries with their tallest edifice.
Where you can see Ego as eclipse.
Meeting different people,
interesting and innumerable.
Learning stories interminable,
to avoid you from too much intolerable.
Historic places I want to sight,
knowing the different happenings inside.
Either a leader, emperor, kings or pirates,
Pyramids, towers, places that is sacred.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
Heartbeat racing.
Nerves shaking
We only have one day left..
Until I strum a few chords..
And read a few words.
My brain is filled to the brim with thoughts.
What will I have lost?
Nothing I thought.
So just practice.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC