"bluffed" poems
I dated two robots yesterdays
Both were programmed to service me well
We did things
In the same
good old
learned order
of doing things
And after sunset
we kissed
at the beach
With one -
our feet touching
With the other -
our view inviting
the rush of salty waves
Alas
Both robots could suddenly
not speak
One even bluffed
he had a virus in throat
AI intelligence?!
jaa ha ha
The other was hanging just with
With variations of
what do you feels
Tell me your fantasy s
‘Don't think
tell me whatever comes first’ s
And
I believe
And
I say
But
Mine is what he can't understand
His’ is
I think a drink on the beach
But unfortunately I don't drink
Using coconut biotica only
These days
Ahhahhaa
...
While they chatted so well!
Without any error of a word to spell!
…
I dated two robots yesterday
That sighed only to say
I can't believe I am holding yous
How much I missed yous
Hugging robots
Vibrating robots
Robots with small mouth and twister tongue
Ready to penetrate into mine at a slightest chance of an opening
A disguised disgust of my sincere failure
not towards the robot but myself
Hiding you still under my palate
from where the soma of your love drips
Now as if forcefully been replaced
to a taste of this preprogrammed chatalike
Have they lost their voice because of my best dress
or maybe the fantasy of the sandy bikini
which they will never see
in the dark wherein
Both hiding their face
But I see
By my loose body parts
Maybe a lookalike
But I ain't no robot
Oh my sandy bikini
Oh Chosen so carefully
To rejuvenate their fantasy
a different pattern for each-
yes. I do take care of that!
Stays now
as an Everly Brothers’ dream
In my mind only
But
My ‘okey ‘ is an ensuring
‘yes yes’ the Indian way
Of course
They did their best
Seriously
Thus
A big CHAPEAU
For the zest
That obviously still can break china hearts
I took it as a test
To get to know me better
Let me be broken through your dream
Let me cry and shake and perceive an angry cloudy color world
let my remains of china burst
I dated two robots yesterdays
while expecting for a man
Thankfully though
these are yesterdays
Today I met a true man
A gypsy
We will date sometime
Play tabla and darbuka
Drink dance and sing
And sleep
To salute the sun
early in the morning
At the beach
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
Do you ever want the best for me?
Ever realize, that I struggle with emotions,
With being out in reality, with interactions of strangers and foe
I put my cards in one basket, twice.
They bluffed.
Would you?
Call mine?
The record subtly spinning,
Music has always accompanied my psychosis
Makes me feel tall.
Just the interior monologue of my youth and the days I was never around
I’m all full
Filled up with yesterdays
And regrets
Where is my hero?
To save me from tears and blankets
To hold my hand when I sleep,
And make sure I believe in Ever After
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
I see the pantomimes
In France, on the sidewalks
The frowns and the smiles
But all painted over by
Such pretentious acts
They put for all to see
Like our lives
We are no different
Just becoming strangers again
I once bluffed you
through lying teeth
Saying "I'm okay"
When I'm really not
Wasn't that like the pantomime
We saw circa 2001?
So much truth behind all the acts
To create this perfect lie
To make you believe
That maybe this could work
But when you walked off
Giving me no face
I could finally wipe off
All the thick heavy makeup
Of the lies I had created.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
I knew it didn't work like that.
I knew loving someone was always going to be a game.
Whether or not you admit that,
is always up to the players involved.
I chose to play,
I chose to revere in the wins and try to overlook the losses.
(I never really could.)
It wasn't even necessarily a game of luck,
like people would assume,
because there was no Cupid's arrow.
It's about the way someone words something purposely,
the way someone grabs your hand with urgency,
the way they meet your lips,
like they're introducing themselves in every form,
like you just deciphered their entire childhood from the tip of their tongue.
Love is just a game,
love is a waiting game.
One where you sit and gaze
at a wall full of time zones,
a wall full of clocks at different hours,
and you don't know what the hell hour you're in because they're all the same to you.
2 a.m. and 2 p.m. become identical,
night never leaves.
The moon never sinks back down for the sun to rise,
there's no beauty to the sky if it's never lit,
maybe that's how you perceived me,
like a sky that's never lit,
something that can't be beautiful if all it is,
is darkness.
Overwhelming,
monotonous,
deafening darkness.
I'm sorry for being a vexed loser when it came to love,
always lamenting about the pain,
and how you bluffed.
How you cheated.
How you caught me off guard.
How you played so unscrupulously,
while I was still learning the rules.
How you didn't think to tell me
love was a game,
until you had already won.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
We are seen by the eyes of hatred
We are known for disgrace in society,
but who knows
we are naked every night
to save other innocents
to save the society,from the evil eyes,
to feed our family,
We are ***** every night
to fulfil your desire
nobody sees our tears & never will,
because we will always be a harlot,
the hated people in the society
but nobody knows the reason ,
why we are selling ourself every night!!!
Every night we are in tears of agony,
to satisfy millions every night
we are just circulated like a dice to one another
we unclean our soul
to satisfy you,
but still we are bluffed
we are just a joke for others
we are neglected people out of millions,
but at night you come
to tor us apart
you satisfy your hunger
you enjoy our pain
&
we are in bed crying,
but you cant see because
you dnt have that eyes to see
you dnt have that heart to feel ,
but still we are hated in the society
& you are the respected one
"This is our Society"
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
You are my most precise definition of deception.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
**
Being genuinely loved by someone gives vigor;
loving someone extremely gives you bravery;
An Ink *** represents an art of ****** women;
The writing pen symbolizes a poet of beauty;
Let her fill the colorful ink of her own sacred life;
And the poor poet to spill the lyric of love to link!
**
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
**
An elegant queen of my own heart,
Once revealed and whispered,
I am Brahma*,
a beautiful Brahma;
a well built; structured women; a Goddess
mentally; physically; celestially;
but years after, a defeated
women of beauty;
a conquered prey of Men’s lust,
She is All-Seeing, All-Powerful,
She is All Queens, All Mothers;
And Creator’s right hand,
the Ruler’s Sweet heart
and the women of all
that have been and shall be at all times!
**
By
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
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NOTE:
* Brahma is a Hindu Goddess and is one among those " Thrimurti's" (Three Persons); This word is originated from Sanskrit, meaning to "Praise" in English. Brahmin is a Hindu Caste in India.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
He tried to breathe but couldn't
He gasped
He called for help from peers
They laughed
They called him a joker inert
He cried
If only they knew his plight
They don't
He sinking with struggle
paralyzed
He dropped to the deepest deep
Inundated
Unseen when it's time to depart
Alarmed
Maybe he've gone to another side
They bluffed
The search is over he's yet unfound
They dived
To the deep in search of him
Unfound
More crowd commenced the search
Announced
For hours they were without a lead
Confused
Then a diver saw a figure floating freely beneath the deep
He drowned
They came afloat but still he lay
He died
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC
**
The pure milk of life;
is not in drops;
not in a jar;
not in a bottle.
A new born
is crying for milk.
Milk is genius;
Milk is generous;
Milk is precious;
Milk is white
Milk is mother
But mind sometimes
is like a barren sky;
No more drops;
No more love !
The milk is emptying;
dropping down
The milk of life
The milk of love
is emptying;
Somewhere
A child is thirsting for
A child is crying for .....
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
**
I am the origin;
You be my ******
I am the truth;
You be my wreath!
I am the goodness;
You are my madness!
I am the negative;
You are my positive;
I am informal;
You be my formal;
I am your God;
You be my Goddess!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
Sitting here
in my cardboard abode
I found it to be laborious
and a hassle
to find my joys hidden
in forbidden code
I've made my peace
with being this castles rascal
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The bile tongued prince
sat upon his minced words
trying to dismiss the news
that he had heard
But the taunting is ever present
To think that all this haunting
was brought on by the peasants
The advisor was all the wiser
for remaining silent
He'd learned his words
are sometimes better unspent
Letting youth flap carelessly
like the sigil above the hall
With a clap and a tap
the prince barks to answer the call
He seemed hesitant
as any should be in this time
He bluffed confidence
as he declared the act a crime
So pick up arms
This burden befalls on all
who can woo
No telling by the yelling
on how many sons
mothers went through
Red and black
a snake like tide
walked and waved
as it passed through the gate
A shimmering glide
the baking sun glinted
off every single armor plate
Acting accountant
for how many would be lost
The sun an abacus
showing what it would cost
To war
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC
She is an everlasting nightmare
How come people are getting so dumber?
So done being tested to the very limit
Those lumpish morons are bluffed with her plaster saint tone she made it
She is never the sweetest enchanting fairy gold angel like you think
The whole majesty is befouled and full of myth
She should be killed or i will spit
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
How do you know
if you never have tried?
pushing limitations
or just along for the ride?
Have you ever done
a hundred and ten?
the lines look like dots
hell hinting, just when?
Have you ever bluffed out
and pushed to the end?
burned every card
every dollar, too spend?
Have you failed
and learned from the tale?
felt death at your shoulder
like your coffin's been nailed?
And have you truly lived
the thrill of each day?
or my dear friend
have you let safety
get in the way?
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
I jammed on my sneakers
took my walkman and speakers.
The forged American Express,Link and Barclaybank card
I had decided to leave in my yard.
I had to dash.
So I pocketed the ready cash
and scrammed up the lane.
I wasn't hanging about for the police.
I would have to explain
Why several large cases and antique
Chinese vases were tucked up in the attic.
Never static that's me
there is always another spree to go on.
Around about noon which seemed to come very soon
I was down on the coast looking for a mark
who would be marked before dark.
But the sirens waylaid me
the policemen had played me for a fool.
Being 'old school'
I bluffed it for a while
until the day of the trial when all was laid bare.
The judge(an old **** played his part very well
Take the prisoner to the cell
I've given the wretch a twenty year stretch.
Now I sit and I stare at the bars and the wall
The call of the wild and the reckless behind me
Unbroken
Not free.
I look around me to see
a way out.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
*
Nothing is really belongs to me,
Except your pure love; blessings;
I have searched among humanity,
found nothing precious to acquire;
I am an outsider amidst my tribe;
an exile from their companionship;
I seek for a vision of sacred heart;
alone I sense cheerfulness, pleasure;
I planted the climber of love;
mutely watered it with my tears;
it has grown and overspread my hut
You offered me a cup of wine
Which I drank with in divine;
an absorption of my reflection of
well wishing; gratitude within me !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
**
You seem to be nearby;
But, far away; at a distance
A mirage; a fallen mist;
An uninvited guest!
Will you come for a
*Compromise?
You seem to be far away;
But, nearby; so close to me
A beauty; a sharp smile;
An unknown guest!
Will you come for a
*Compromise?
*
So, now the cage!
Body can glow its truth
close your eyes,
With your nearest dreams,
So, now the wage!
Mind can blow its shape
close your nose,
With your last breathe;
with the final show of life
what changes with that light,
what gives forever, is the wait
always waiting, all are waiting!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
NOTE:
The word *Compromise, means an understanding with "death"
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
**
An Apple a day;
You and I shared this day;
by cutting it half in ****
From one angle I saw you,
swallowing;Throat jammed;
No thirst; No hunger;
at the hanging dried-up breast;
from another angle;
Just like a pale;
Ruined, dead body;
You became the debris
of a divine love
inside your womb;
no more little seed can grow;
And you remain so simple; humble
Beside a sharp knife on the top
of a dining table!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
*
My body relaxes; Mind releases;
While giving birth to a baby;
My breast bleeds; blood,
Then water, later milk of life;
To feed another child !
My glorious moments in
and around the new born;
in delight; in sorrows; in love;
But, the final breathe escapes;
Inside the intensive care;
Just like the seeds of dandelion;
Floating, moving, freely in the air;
Catching and riding the wind;
A seed fell; entered the moist;
A fertile dirt; it sprouts another
Handsome baby is grown up;
a feeling of peace; a healing;
a relief begins to surge;
The soul took its last flight;
Even through the staggering;
A pain of becoming a mother;
A gain of forming a baby;
A birth in; A death out;
Human life rotates in a cycle...
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
Revelations of bluffed words
Echo in my mind like swords,
Illuminating how deep moments
Carved within me
I ran into darkness,
Setting off in grief,
Seeking a shield
from others’ eyes.
Even Love shines a light,
And knowingly, honestly.
I bow my head, earnestly,
Searching for a way to explain
I ran further away,
I bow my head in deep confusion,
Hoping to disappear into the shadows
as moments crumble around me.
I cannot protect myself forever
from the wrath of my grief,
except by going deeper and deeper
into my own solitude.
By Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 10:10 AM UTC
**
Blessed is your devotion, offering better wishes;
Lips were bestowed upon me with lovable kisses;
You had brought my soul from most evil to the best;
I cache you the most in this existence as my dearest;
Since you altered my life within a flash of an eye;
And by an embrace of your body, you said bye;
Are you a graceful guardian angel sent from above;
To take care of me and shower me with pure love;
It so magical those things you've made;
To bring back my confidence that almost fade;
A desire to nurture your soft white wing;
While all glittering stars line up to sing.
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
**
The mother’s womb is the first place,
where good, bad and the ugly;
well nurtured; dwells in everyone.
This planet is the second domain
from where we acquire
angelic or devilish thoughts
or the means either for
happiness or misery
The third is the grave, the inter space,
The final or everlasting
which will be either a
Green garden of God,
Or the firewall of the devil.
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
Contemplating marriage,
Among other things.
The thought of having someone beside me
Whose completely, consistently, confidently
By my side for the majority of the day
Is exciting.
Especially one such as myself,
One whose mind is filled with consternation
And an inability to assauge inaction.
Something as simple as holding hands
And introducing her to several of my favourite bands;
Strolling along the sands,
Traveling the world and all its lands.
Boys around me complain at the thought of being cuffed,
But I'd consider myself chuffed --
Seeing a mutual love that wasn't bluffed,
Teasing her with little jokes as she huffed and puffed.
Only having met you for several moments yesterday,
The conversation having begun with something similar to a, "Hey."
Your friend Jude seemed to keep you at bay,
A bashfulness overcoming you, something you couldn't allay.
If I may,
You reminded me so much of Shae.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
**
And then, I saw the gates of heaven open wide;
A sight of a pretty woman seen, like a shadow;
she sat on his lap, conveniently; comfortably;
She was called by a false nick name in her own life;
highly recommended; graded for immoral values;
declared many wars of lust with men and won victoriously;
Her both eyes were glowing like a red flame of fire;
lips, moisturized and were like poisonous sharp arrows;
on her head were many crowns, black in color;
She had a name written in an unknown language;
no one knew; read and understood, except herself.
She was wearing no clothes, except a transparent gown,
dipped in blood, and her name is called by others;
The Beautiful Evil of the high heavens !
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
The Unseen !
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*
Anything you most adore,
Has its inheritance
in an unseen world.
Only its sketch may alter,
Yet the soul remains the same.
Anything of a wondrous vista and flame,
Will vanish in the long run;
each appealing word will fade,
But do not be depressed,
Source come from eternal power
rising, branching out,
Giving, new existence and bliss.
*
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC