"hearting" poems
‘Hemphu’ and ‘Mukrang’
Created this world!
We were born under the ‘Amora tree’
from the egg of ‘Wo Plak Pi’.
Then ‘Sum’ and ‘Sang’ trained us,
Edify us ‘karjong is everywhere’
It is there in air, soil, water, plant, animal.....
Every where!
So we must have admiration for them,
Must nurture and protect them!
Hearting ‘Krjong’ is a crime!
Now everywhere
There is a Chaos!
Rain fades away
Forest disappears
‘Ingnar’ and ‘Bongkrui’ar
are suffering from starvation!
Searching food here and there!
Now everywhere
There is a bedlam!
‘Hanthu’ and ‘Mehek’ are wane
Searching them in day and night!
How we prepare food for ‘Thong Nokbe’!
Now ‘Hi-i-Arnam’ is wandering
Everywhere!
Call everybody
Organize ‘Cho-jun’
to Keep karjong everywhere!
Call one and all
organize ‘Rong Arnam’
To shield karjong everywhere!
Call everyone
organize ‘Wophong Rongker’
To protect ‘karjong’ everywhere!
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
I'm not good in arts
Never hit the bull-eye
In a game of darts
But mine eyes can be arty
Especially when dissapointed, by the one I'm hearting
If my thoughts were painting(s), vivid they would be
Above everything...
The mirror never lies and I've tested this
And everything on it I can see my bliss
See the reflection of my tears, the point is
My mirror never lies
Beauty is in the eye(s) of the beholder, but as you grow older
You will know that there's no order in this
A diamond is a diamond to me, but just a stone to you
Yes its true
Mine eyes are arty
I know this is confusing but, the celestial environment I dwell in
Just took over these thoughts and blew me away
So now I say, try and surf my wave
I'm far away from the normal state
I'm calm, I'm rough, I'm tumbling
Call me a high tide, I'm reaching for the zenith
Cause in it, I find myself
Growing floral thoughts
This mirror is creative, or is it my eyes
Cause I see myself wading
And everybody, waving
As if I'm leaving
All along I've been creating a lake with mine eyes
These none **** brown eyes
Have created a lake of tears
Tears of joy
Man my eyes are arty
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
I love you, my sweet, little bug
We lazed this morning, cuddly snug
Hiding from a drizzly day
Warm and giggling as we lay
Hearting art, space and cats
Asking questions, having chats
Watching mag lev trains on screen
Learning magnetism for the keen
A picture couldn’t hold this bliss
Nor any words fully reminisce
The two of us, affectionately enspooned
Love, peace, curiousity, cocooned
NCL April 2019
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
How dare you?
You are a slow killer
The pesticide, to me, the butterfly
I flutter around freely in the wind
I soak up a drop of your honey
And your hidden poison takes control
The worst part?
You know you are doing it
You know it is happening
You know you cannot do anything
But yet you do not acknowledge it
Me
You are sweet honey poison
The suffering never felt so so amazing
So cruel
What do I do?
I do what I can do
Do you do what you can do?
No, you do nothing
Just sit
Let me chose
Chosing the wisest is always the most difficult
But the wise follow their hearts
Hearting what hurts us
Human correct?
On track you take me
Me, the butterfly
You hold me
Tell me sweet words
And then let the train run through me
The course of your honey poison
I loathe the pleasure so
So I say to you my dearest
**** you.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
**oh
it's a dark night
I can hear your heart scream
oh
it's the moon, full
shining on your paper thin soul
oh
its the stars now
whispering to the trees
and
oh
how
the candles
they ca-all
to me
oh
won't you listen
to the scheme in my throat
oh
won't you wonder
how we will ever survive
oh
won't we die ?
in the dark of the deepest night
so
listen
with your eyes
shut
tight
wondering
if
this
is right.
oh
can't you hear me
my hearting beating like feet on the floor
oh
can't you remember
what these lies are good for
oh
can't you taste it
like blood on your tongue
bitter
and sweet
for all
to
eat
lay
me
down
in
your
mind
I will listen
to your confession
but
can you not
hear
that
every-one
here
is already
out
of their
mind
our
of
their
head
every
soul
is already
dead
from the fear
in their eyes
they
could not
did
not
even
try, to
disguise**
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Something’s wrong with my poor Mac
It’s acting very strange
It may have had a heart attack
Or else become deranged.
It doesn’t do the things I say
Or function like it should
It wants to go a different way
And that is never good.
I try to save what I just wrote
I press the proper key
But when I try to find the note
It’s nowhere I can see.
The spell check has been smoking crack
It now speaks only Greek
I click it and it answers back
With words I did not seek.
So many things have run amok
I think I need a nurse
To find a cure with any luck
Before things get much worse.
So I’ll unplug it’s life support
And take it to repair
And hope I get a good report
And not news of despair.
I do not want another one
I just want this one fixed
I do not know which way to run
My feelings are so mixed.
If they cannot mend this thing
I know I will be sad
This Mac is not a Diamond ring
But yet it’s not so bad.
At least I know it’s ins and outs
And how to work around them
I just can’t stand it when it pouts
And threatens me with mayhem.
So I must take myself off line
And miss a day or two
I think that that will be just fine
As long as I have told you.
I’m not the star of any show
Not everyone will miss me
I just want to let you know
So nobody will diss me.
For disappearing suddenly
And not hearting the daily
I’m vanishing quite thuddingly
But I’ll return most gaily.
ljm
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
I been so absent minded.
I neglect to find it.
The reason behind it.
Prospect declining during the current timing.
Blood pressure is rising as I continue writing.
Hyper active situation is only icing.
Words continue slicing the taste is inviting.
Urges only burn so I ignite the nervous.
Won’t describe the purpose of this nonsense it’s worthless.
Trying to reach the surface to expel my service.
Sunday churches, I’m hearting The Bible verses.
My mind contain the circus keep clowning around.
I still find life funny even when I’m feeling down.
I’m over here expressing feeling now
🤦🏾♂️
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC
Hurt more times then I’ve expressed
There are things I should’ve let go
But instead I’ve put them to bed
And let them rest in me
Cuffed to past pains
Betrayals turned to chains
That I remain shackled to
So I close
Rather then be exposed
To the world and those that still see life in me
Swatted away attempts to be rescued
As a man hurt is often my companion
Raised and swayed to think that way
But once my perspective is flipped
Failures and lessons turn to small victories
Now I see
How rewarding it can be
To live and to love
Even while hurt
Not completely healed
But still
If necessary a man should live with a hearting heart
Rather then closed one
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 12:45 PM UTC
slicing my skin
clear through
to the ********
I am broken again
but , not enough to need you.
Falling asleep again,
turning blue,
your biggest fan is your hero,
I hide my disdain,
I remember , in theory,
being true to
writing for me and I,
now I am hearting .
strangers in the bleeding
dark.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Beautiful things
Creative things
Dumb things simple things
Living things hating things
Theme things hearting things
Evil things good things
Freedom things slavery things
Thinking things imprison things
Set things your things
Mind things free things
Read things between things
The line things
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
Beautiful things
Creative things
Dumb things simple things
Living things hating things
Theme things hearting things
Evil things good things
Freedom things slavery things
Thinking things imprison things
Set things your things
Mind things free things
Read things between things
The line things
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
My life is a battle,
Deep scares,
Picking scabes,
Hearting heart,
Live a good life they will say,
But how could I if I'm in
PAIN.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC