#ottoman
For A., with love
She,
has taken up drumming;
but doesn’t own any drums;
kinda-drifted away from
writing poetry, drawing too,
but doing well nonetheless,
sourcing her creativity by
beat-ing up on her Otto~Man;
Otto never complains;
never resists, and now
agrees this isn’t abuse,
just therapeutic love;
though costless to a degree,
it’s still lots cheaper than the
new HP
True, he (Otto) doesn’t twinkle,
never does he get a⭐️,
except from her, and she’s
knocked out some decent
backing to Black Sabbath+,
yes,
heavy metal still exists!
Otto~Man is a good friend,
he absorbs her love with a
braceful uncomplaining
de~meaner, and when the
drumming exhalation is done,
even though he is armless and
harmless, come the long nights,
Otto,
opens wide to
accept her
sleepy heart
thrumming,
drumming,
beating
with love that comes from understanding & appreciation
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:17 AM UTC
The culture and language
A melting pot's grace the
Ottoman Empire helped
Ireland during the great famine
And there art is fine and the
Classical music echoes around the world
And it dances of joy and the feasts would last and the stories of empathy built on the past.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 6:27 PM UTC
the part of myself that can enable the footstep
after the hovering, land on the rest
slightly angle against the soft covered cotton.
seeing the dust and rocks laying on the softness
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
I look at that Golden-Mountain
And I am reminded to know
That my Roots lie within this Land,
But who's Tongue I don't understand,
A couple of words, here and there,
Just by trying hard to compare
With the tongue I do speak right now,
Yet who's unknown to these People.
From riding Horses and Hunting
In the wide Meadows of Turan,
To Protecting and Reciting
Words of the Majestic Qur'an,
I've, Altai, become a stranger
To your Mountains, to your Rivers,
To your Music, to your Verses
And more that lies within your Hills.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC