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Md HUDA Dec 2012
Without you how I can remain well
My heart is in mystical severe turmoil
The heart is burning like a mosquito’s coil
Or like an egg full boil or half boil..
My love, come to me pour the rain of love upon my heart
How can I wait as Things Fall Apart
Since you depart
I started to follow love flowchart…
Even …. Even … Even…
The lovebird and the rose of love had left the Eden..
Joyfully expressing how the feelings are from her departure...
Shaded Lamp Nov 2014
Lurking near the brown ***** river
a soulless beast with hollow heart.
Its contaminated red and blue blood
is directed by its masters flowchart.

The Westmonster's hearing is defunct
it can not detect the public frequency.
Tuned in only to enormous corporations
attracted to the stench of their currency.

The one eye of the beast is almost blind
its corporate master must lead the way.
Feeding off the labour of honest souls
discriminately choosing its next prey.

We, the slaves of this twisted deformity
must rise up against it and its master.
But for now we should just organise
and wait for the next financial disaster.

So prepare yourselves and ready others
we strike at the next financial downturn.
How we will rejoice when we slay the beast
as we sing *"BURN PARLIAMENT BURN!"
Dedicated to The Artist Taxi Driver
Bijan Rabiee Sep 2018
Limpid waters reflect
The shadow of sunset
Chase has long been interred
In catacomb of dreams
And roar of thoughts muffled by age.
Stripped of but all verve
The shriveled fingers dip in
To ripple the reflection of night
Toward the fringe of life's purpose
Toward destiny's flowchart
To galactic conglomerations
Or a shaft of light
That carries with it
Aeons of dictatorial abundance.
The sun is but a light bulb,
The grass a carpet to feel.

Mother's embrace a hold,
Father's call is the bubble's steel.

I get no satisfaction from the dark flowchart you call home.
Reality has been deemed insufficient to my dreams and hopes.

You are nothing but papers to sign and times to arrive.
However in the flowing rivers of my mind I find the divine.
preservationman Aug 2014
An idea I have to make new
The inspiration being the clue
Change serves many purposes
But that is something that is obvious
What can be established can also be rearranged?
Here we are back to change
The mission of effort, desire and determination
However careful research being like education
Effort of a movement stride
Thought as an idea sought
Action with a mission needing to be established
Victory with an on track resolution
Change being the key word as a solid definitely
Observation with revision
Understanding within reason
Excel forwarding to achieve
Delete aspect of deceive
Change is what it states
Theories in how they relate
It’s simply a matter in how to participate
The bulls eye in precision aim
Think on how change will come
Think on how change will affect
Your organizational flowchart being your own elect
Change can come at a moment’s notice
Change starts with us
It becomes a must
As a true community there must be trust
We are the answer to the call
As the multitudes we stand for all.
Shivani Lalan Apr 2019
my days love to count themselves
on hands of a clock -
not time, not hours and minutes, no -
but the passing by of days
and running by of nights.

my days love to shapeshift
as i wake up -
from being nebulous cotton-candy noise,
to words that can broken down in
any given table or flowchart of your choice.

my days love starting with the very thought of beginnings.
what gives me strength is stacking up
on little, little tasks -
breathing too, becomes too big of an ask
if not jotted down before bright sunlight can attack me.

i love the idea of a routine,
to have a dedicated slate,
every day,
to wipe clean.
i love the comfort of knowing,
the idea of carefully sowing seeds
of whatever my body needs to do,
and my mind must dwell on.

my days, you see,
love being the last lines of colour
inside a drawing's border.
skipping beats is only useful to a heart in love,
the rest of my worlds demand law and order.
prompt given by digz - u the og
Quite a vivid late afternoon/
early evening dream
transpired within me noggin
housed deep within skullcap
regarding right wing kooky
conspiracy plot to kidnap
a leary paranoid
schizophrenic king suspicious of trap

upon arising from lengthy nap
yours truly, who sought to pull himself
a generic garden variety chap
up courtesy his own figurative bootstrap
on account of groggy feeling
so methought to download
wake up quick app.

Before hurriedly bidding thee rabbit reader
a bunny fide hasta la vista
linkedin concatenated adieu,
(I bemusedly, kindly, readily, willingly
acknowledge (while zippily wiggling
mine button nose)

naysaying belonging to species and genus
Oryctolagus cuniculus Yemenite
my matter of fact honest to dog aim to write
creating literary masterpiece considerably
far less than one terabyte

no way no how attests
(quintessentially, simultaneously, vociferously...
waving shaky spear less to prove point
versus making verses to feign)
being adept with skill set of playwright

while playing fair and as (unbeknownst
until just recently) privileged white knight
such unfairness motivates
participation with Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Unitarian reparations group
genuine fellowship doth excite.

Caffeine consumption
creative process helps jumpstart
impossible mission to chart
outcome regarding crafting poem
analogous to elusive prey

thoughts slither and dart
to and fro, hither and yon
yet how ideal if literary endeavor
could possibly be mapped out
courtesy devine English flowchart

distinct symbols representing
how branching outcomes show start
to finish plot encompassing
picture of broken heart,
where love labour's lost

where all's well that ends well
pertaining to romantic tragedy
cue Romeo and Juliet
rent asunder torn apart.
David R Aug 2022
almighty father, almighty king,
heavens and earth are your thing
but here's the thing
hear me King

your children have well and truly messed up

you can hazard a guess
the world's a mess

as to why
well, there's a tongue-tie
i mean where do i start
there aint no flowchart
well, not for this!

drought and fires are the norm
let's not forget cyclone and storm
the unrelenting hurricanes
monsoon floods and murderous rains

then you've got the violence
ok, there's always been that
aye, and the mass riots
but not the rat-a-tat-tat
weapons to wreak world destruction
smallest child needs no introduction
every day 'nother calamity
natural and man-induced
men and women have lost their sanity
world's evil's come in to roost

so do we need help or what?
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#wreak
preservationman Jul 2019
I might sound to some a weird request
But this is my desire in confess
Instead of putting me in a conventional coffin, just let it be a bus
Now you are probably thinking, is this an absolute must?
But it is really no fuss
Bus passion is always and will continue to be in my heart
It’s my own personal flowchart
It doesn’t have to be a Hound nor Trailways bus, and could even be a School bus
So it can be a bus of any kind
But let the bus be genuine
However, I would be dead, it wouldn’t matter anyway as I could very well be put into a hefty garbage metal can, and I wouldn’t know as the dead tell no tail
Actually, I am only stating for thought
It’s nothing needing to be fought
I don’t expect it too happen
I am certainly not going to push
But that is only an inspired wish
I pretty much have your attention
So was all nothing more than my presentation
But than again, there is no telling what kind of response I will get
I have no regret
One can dream with an imagination
One can also say stating the indication
But this is my moment of my own print streaming
Now please don’t start screaming
My words with a bus coffin in adding to my devoted passion
This concludes our session.

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