"hove" poems
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Saad muraadi, soni phabbat,
Guum hai.
Suurat ousdi pariyaan vargi
Seerat di o mariam lagdi,
Hasdi hai taa phul jharade ne
Turdi hai taa gazal hai lagdi.
Lamm-salammi, saru(Saro) de kad di
Umar aje hai marke agg di,
Par naina di gal samajhdi.
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Goummeyaan janam janam han hoye
Par lagda jyon kal di gal hai.
Yun lagda jyon ajj di gal hai,
Yun lagda jyon *** di gal hai.
Huney taan mere kol khaddi si
Huney taan mere kol nahi hai
Eh ki chhal hai, eh ki phatkan
Soch meri hairan baddi hai.
Nazar meri har aande jaande
Chehre da rang phol rahi hai,
Ous kuddi nu tol rahi hai.
Saanjh dhale baazaaran de jad,
Moddaan te khushbu ugdi hai.
Vehal, thakaavat, bechaini jad,
Chau raaheyaan te aa juddadi hai.
Rauley lippi tanhai vich
Os kuddi di thudd khaandi hai.
Os kuddi di thudd disdi hai.
Har chhin mennu inyon lagda hai,
Har din mennu inyon lagda hai.
Judde jashan ne bheeddaan vichon,
Juddi mahak de jhurmat vichon,
O mennu aawaaz davegi,
Men ohnu pehchaan lavaanga
O mennu pehchaan lavegi.
Par es raule de hadd vichon
Koi mennu aawaaz na denda
Koi vi mere vall na vehnda.
Par khaure kyun tapala lagda,
Par khaure kyun jhaulla painda,
Har din har ik bheedd juddi chon,
But ohda jyun langh ke jaanda.
Par mennu hi nazar na aunda.
Goum gaya maen os kuddi de
Chehre de vich goummeya rehnda,
Os de gham vich ghullda rehnda,
Os de gham vich khurda jaanda!
Os kuddi nu meri saun hai,
Os kuddi nu apni saun hai,
Os kuddi nu sab di saun hai.
Os kuddi nu jag di saun hai,
Os kuddi nu rab di saun hai,
Je kithe paddhdi sundi hove,
Jyundi ya o mar rahi hove
Ik vaari aa ke mil jaave
Vafa meri nu daag na laave
Nahin taan methon jiya na jaanda
Geet koi likheya na janda!
Ik kudi jida naa muhabat.
Goum hai.
Saad muradi sohni phabbat
Goum hai.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed
His great sow:
Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid
In the same way
He kept the sow--impounded from public stare,
Prize ribbon and pig show.
But one dusk our questions commended us to a tour
Through his lantern-lit
Maze of barns to the lintel of the sunk sty door
To gape at it:
This was no rose-and-larkspurred china suckling
With a penny slot
For thrift children, nor dolt pig ripe for heckling,
About to be
Glorified for prime flesh and golden crackling
In a parsley halo;
Nor even one of the common barnyard sows,
Mire-smirched, blowzy,
Maunching thistle and knotweed on her snout-
cruise--
Bloat tun of milk
On the move, hedged by a litter of feat-foot ninnies
Shrilling her hulk
To halt for a swig at the pink teats. No. This vast
Brobdingnag bulk
Of a sow lounged belly-bedded on that black
compost,
Fat-rutted eyes
Dream-filmed. What a vision of ancient hoghood
must
Thus wholly engross
The great grandam!--our marvel blazoned a knight,
Helmed, in cuirass,
Unhorsed and shredded in the grove of combat
By a grisly-bristled
Boar, fabulous enough to straddle that sow's heat.
But our farmer whistled,
Then, with a jocular fist thwacked the barrel nape,
And the green-copse-castled
Pig hove, letting legend like dried mud drop,
Slowly, grunt
On grunt, up in the flickering light to shape
A monument
Prodigious in gluttonies as that hog whose want
Made lean Lent
Of kitchen slops and, stomaching no constraint,
Proceeded to swill
The seven troughed seas and every earthquaking
continent.
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The black bull bellowed before the sea.
The sea, till that day orderly,
Hove up against Bendylaw.
The queen in the mulberry arbor stared
Stiff as a queen on a playing card.
The king fingered his beard.
A blue sea, four ***** bull-feet,
A bull-snouted sea that wouldn't stay put,
Bucked at the garden gate.
Along box-lined walks in the florid sun
Toward the rowdy bellow and back again
The lords and ladies ran.
The great bronze gate began to crack,
The sea broke in at every crack,
Pellmell, blueblack.
The bull surged up, the bull surged down,
Not to be stayed by a daisy chain
Nor by any learned man.
O the king's tidy acre is under the sea,
And the royal rose in the bull's belly,
And the bull on the king's highway.
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Tuhade bin sannu sohneya koi hor ni labhna,
Tuhade naal hi saddi rooh nu sukoon milna.
Tussi saddi jaan ** mahiya,
Pyaar kardi haa tuhanu inna saara.
Aawe tuhanu jado hichki,
Tuhadi jaan tuhanu yaad kardi.
Har vele har dua ch tuhanu yaad karde,
Har janam tussi hi milo ohi mangde.
Saat janam ki assi hazaar janam lave,
Bs sadde utte sirf tujhada haq hove.
Warna koi Zindagi na mile sannu jide ch tussi na **
Tuhado baajo hor nahiyo chahida koi,
Ye mahiya har janam sirf tuhadi layi hoyi.
Saddi har peedh da ilaaj tussi hi ne,
Rooh muskandi saddi jado tussi muskande.
Sadde har nakhde tussi hi jhel sakde,
Har duavan ch sirf tuhanu assi mangde.
Jeho tussi khayal rakhde ** sadda,
Tuhadi rooh da karun mai sajda.
Ankhiyan ch ankhaa paake jado dekhde,
Chand di Chandni hi hi feeki dasde.
Inni khubsurat hai rooh tuhadi,
Dil jeda saaf tey saccha utey mardi.
Sab tou sohna sohneya mileya mainu,
Jachde ** tussi hi jaan Meri sannu.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
Water wives live sheltered lives
Amongst the coves where pirates rove
Daily catch is makers match
Where red hot stoves hide fresh baked loaves
Water men are thick and thin
So often strove where shipmates hove
Water child is often wild
The treasure trove where pirates roved
r ~ 19Mar14
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Ve tu ta soch vi ni sakda,
Ki kinna pyaar kardi haa.
Mahiya mere jaan hai tu meri,
Mai sirf haa teri sirf teri.
Teri je na hoyi kade kisi di ni hona,
Tere bina assi el pal vi ni jiyona.
Tu hove jado mere naal hove bahaar,
Tere bin eho ji zindagi vi bekaar
Ankha kholla te tu samne hove,
Tere ch vasdeya mera khuda ve.
Tere naal meri rooh rang di,
Taitho mai tainu hi mangdi.
Chal assi ek sohni duniya vasaiye,
Tu hai meri taaqat mere mahiye.
Jiyona marna hai naal tere,
Teri dadhkan hai saddi saans sajna mere.
Mai rabb nu vekheya nahi aye,
Mere layi khuda tu hi ve.
Mai kinna tenu chauhni mai,
Eh baya mai kar sakdi nai.
Har saah te sajna naam tera,
Jado jud jave tere naal naam mera.
Zindagi da sab tou sohna din ve,
Mainu le jaye doli ch jaan meriye.
Hathha ch mehndi hove tere naam di,
Ghodi leke aaye le jawe sajni aapdi.
Paira ch jhanjhar chan chan chanakdi,
Laal jode ch dulhan ohdi pari lagdi.
Mere sohneya teri jaan tenu yaad kardi,
Meri ankhiyan sirf tehnu labhdi.
Supna banke mil jaunda hai raatan nu,
Ardaas kardi mai khush rawe har vele tu.
Mere hathhan di khushbu tere hathhan ch,
Ja milau os rabb ne sohne lekh injh.
Is zindagi ch jiyone jinne saah sajna,
Tere naal hi leni kardi sajda.
Seene naal laake har lenda har dukh,
Tere hisse ch karde rabb mere har sukh.
Har janam mai tere naam kar deya.
Saaha tou piyareya hai mera mahiya.
Rabb tou pehle tera zikar aunda ve,
Chand naal chandni raat naal taare.
Pta ni lageya tere naal dil laa baithhe,
Sacchiyan mohabbatan assi tere naal karde.
Preeta suchiyan ne,
Tenu har gal dasange.
Tere karke hi haa jiyondi,
Tenu hi har vele os rabb tou mangdi.
Rabb ne milaiya jodiya,
Tere naal hi hasdi teri mahiya.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
Tuhade layi je ladna paya mainu taqdeera naal,
Haske mai lad laungi tuhadi khushiyan waal.
Tuhade waal je aaya koi dukhe ve,
Saamne mai khadungi mahiye.
Chhetti chhetti aaja jaane meriye,
Bade cher tou tuhadi yaad aundiye.
Ik pal vi tuhade baajo reha nai jiunda,
Sab tou khushnaseeb haa mai tussi jo mile tohfa rabb da.
Mai tuhadi si, tuhadi haa, tuhadi hi rahangi,
Tuhade saaha naal hi sadde saah chalde jaani.
Saddi har khushi tuhade naal ve,
Tussi meri zindagi ** jaan aye meriye.
Sadde ehsaasa ch vi rooh jiundi,
Bin chue vi mehsoos kr lendi.
Es pagli nu mera paglu hi samjh sakda,
Tuhade bajo ek pal vi dil nahi lagda.
Raatan nu neend ni aundi,
Tuhade khayalan ch mai khoyi rendi.
Tussi aisi nigaahan mainu takeya,
Mere dil,rooh jaan ch bs ohi chehra vaseya.
Sawere uthde vi sab tou pehla tuhada naam mai lendi,
Tuhanu hi har janam mai os rabb kolu mangdi.
Lawan baahan ch samet kaayenaat assi,
Jado lawo sanu aapde seene naal tussi.
Tuahde naal jahan sadda,
Sab tou anmol tukda ** sadde dil da.
Chand naal chandani je,
Taareyan naal raat ve.
Tuhade naal saddi har zindagi ve,
Sacchiyan mohabbbatan tuhade naal la baithe.
Jithe jithe tussi hove,
Tuhade picche picche sanu hi pave.
Tuhade naam assi kr ditta har janam,
Har dadhkan ch tuhadi chahat haigi sanam.
Saada har mukaam tuhadiyan hi raahan ch,
Jeena marna sab tuhadiyan baahan vich.
Bhaagan wali haa mai jo mileya saanu eho jeya mahiya,
Mainu mera sohneya saddi jaan tou vi piyareya.
Gale ch mangalsutra,
Baneya raksha sutra.
Tuhada naam jado sadde naam nu poora kareya,
Tuhade kol mera dil ve sadde pyaar di nishaniya.
Chhetti chhetti aaja mahiya le ja aapdi jaan nu aapda bna ke,
Hatthan ch mehndi, baahan ch chudiyan, matthe tey sindoor aapde naam da bhar ke.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
Sweet Love,— but oh! most dread Desire of Love
Life-thwarted. Linked in gyves I saw them stand,
Love shackled with Vain-longing, hand to hand:
And one was eyed as the blue vault above:
But hope tempestuous like a fire-cloud hove
I’ the other s gaze, even as in his whose wand
Vainly all night with spell-wrought power has spann’d
The unyielding caves of some deep treasure-trove.
Also his lips, two writhen flakes of flame,
Made moan: ‘Alas O Love, thus leashed with me!
Wing-footed thou, wing-shouldered, once born free:
And I, thy cowering self, in chains grown tame,
Bound to thy body and soul, named with thy name,
Life’s iron heart, even Love’s Fatality.’
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The living shall worship 🛐 thy Lord as the Angels adore Him on the throne. Off their faces with their golden crowns 👑+ bowing down. Their songs is hallelujah, 🙌 glory, giving holiness, admiring the everlasting living being. Who made heaven is holy place of abode. Make audible roaring, let the pillars of heaven tremble, and the waters surrounding the universe from the peak of heaven shallow down the depth of sea bowing🙇 before His presence Every powers and knees worship, 🛐 before his presence, glory, salvation, healing, blessing, devine favor, love, peace, life hove in His presence, sing melodiously shout excellently even with poetry, sing palm unto thy Lord who is worthy, on whose hands lies everythang. Holy, holy spirit, holy is thy Lord Almighty God. Blessing be the name of thy Lord God. Amen! 🙏
Apr 2, 2023
Apr 2, 2023 at 3:27 PM UTC
Shayad mai koi changey karm kitte hone,
Jado mahiya mera mere sang hove.
Har pal sohna jeya lagda,
Mainu maitho oo mangda.
Har janam mai sirf haa tuhadi,
Zindagi chahe kinna vi khelle kabaddi.
Har kadam tere naal chalangi,
Bdi masoom hai tuhadi saadgi.
Tuhanu assi takde rahiye,
Saddi dadhkan te naam tera likhiye.
Har saah ch vasdeya mera sajna,
Teri baahan ch samet kayenaat haa.
Sohne taan loki duniya ch bathere ne,
Sab tou sohna mereya mahiya ve.
Ohdi har awaaz ch inna sukoon haiga,
Har rooh nu pavitra paak kar janda.
Rabb ne vi taar ohna naal jode ne,
Tu soch vi sakda mai kinna tenu chauhndi ve.
Shohrat rutba daulat shaan ameeri te,
Eh kam malak de hor wazir vi kar dende.
Jeda kammal mera sohneya karda,
Oh taan koi vi ni kar sakda.
Ohde warga dost tey humsafar khuda vi ni,
Ohnu daaman ch paaya mai saubhagyawati.
Ohdi dewa ki misaal,
Oh haiga bemisaal.
Vekha tenu nitt subah-o-sham ve,
Tenu vekh har khildi har sawere.
Harry muradda poori hoiya,
Jado mileya mainu mahiya.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
I taste like rolled cigarettes and chocolate.
My fingertips are torched
a bittersweet burnt that comes
from a night of music and
thought-plagued action.
Oil and acne plot my hairline
as I stare through the orange
of the streetlamps to the
stars barely visible above,
tapping my feet to
the tune weaving in-and-out
of our arms and toes
as we cool on the autumned stoop.
Black putouts mark the sidewalk
where we wish to tread like
animal trackers, hunting the next
place for us to eat, to belong,
nomads of the land without true bearings.
Clear sight of the skymap eludes our
grasp, with our hands reaching out
against the never-ending heavens,
searching for real, and its contrast
against real.
And then it hits me:
What a ******* fraud I am.
So much so, that I become
vehemently sick to my stomach.
I ***** the remains of our ****
on the concrete table, and watch
as the deer circle us to applaud
our next musical movement
as we dance to their ancient
hove-stomped rhythm.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
There was an old person of Hove,
Who frequented the depths of a grove;
Where he studied his books,
With the wrens and the rooks,
That tranquil old person of Hove.
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CONEIDER HIGH"
Mmm life of stress, no rest. Nothang but Struggle, I ponder why it seems
trouble. No one
knows he
struggled, Dadda sa'd tide stays not longer. Weather wiggled unstable'.
Coneider
strong.
Clouds appear awesome and the top of the skies smell so handsome. Top on the
peak of
the
world. Above adhere golden stones of light. Realistically loyal
to life.
Optimistically humanitarian.
Much
more to life
than
Destitute, if there's any infrastructural,
love is, spread her wings she learnt to soar.
Human is made, none cultural.
Who did it save?
Transformation does not come without
individuality.
Power of love create solidarity.
'4gi'e me' f'r my flaws already bow' my head. I wish
more freedom as free as tree (s) fixate hove on
Cloudnine as I'm high.
C9fm
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
1)The living shall worship 🛐 thy Lord as the Angels adore Him on the throne.
2)Off their faces with their golden crowns 👑+ bowing down.
3)Their songs is hallelujah, 🙌 glory, giving holiness, admiring the everlasting living being.
4)Who made heaven is holy place of abode.
5)Make audible roaring, let the pillars of heaven tremble, the foundation of the Earth quake.
6)And the waters surrounding the universe from the peak of heaven.
7) Shallow down the depth of sea bowing🙇 before His presence.
8) Every powers and knees worship, 🛐 before his presence.
9) Glory, salvation, healing, blessing, divine favor, love, peace, life hove in His presence.
10) Sing melodiously, gloriously shout excellently even with poetry.
11) Sing palm unto thy Lord who is worthy, on whose hands lies everythang.
12) Holy, holy spirit, holy is thy Lord Almighty God.
13) Blessing be the name of thy Lord God. Amen! 🙏
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 5:03 AM UTC
It’s PAYBACK!
I dearly did everything for you,
Your days deliciously I made blue;
My monthly money made you new
Then madly made you test beef stew!
You always turned me off!
Despite how hard I would chaff;
On this devilish day you will be my staff,
I will break bones! You will be my beef.
The walls in seduction,
The brain as lost its function,
Building up to an eruption,
Of pure ****** distraction!
I gladly gave you flowers and a dove!
I gladly gave you my love.
On my precious presents you did hove
You I took in my caring car then we drove.
It’s time to payback
Payback time is here! Scratch my back
My back yearns and craves for your back
Your back must mercilessly payback!
It’s PAYBACK
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
Down in Brighton
everyone's a light on
waiting for the bomb to explode,
Hove and Shoredene's playing to the drag Queens
everybody's dancing along.
Songs of romance, wishing for a last chance,dashing down the promenade,
but life is hard for the artists
who end up in the back room getting slightly ******
and down in Brighton everyone's a light on
waiting for the bomb to explode.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
Na likh ska na bol ska ki mai tenu kinna chauhni,
Tuhadi bina adhura haigi tuhadi sajni.
Tuhade naal ek pal vi gaal jado ** jaandi,
Mai saare vele khushi khushi muskandi.
Jado tussi naraaz hunde,
Sannu ta saah vi ne aunde.
Tuhanu tuhade tou mai maang lawa,
Apni dil o jaan tuhanu de dawa.
Tussi jado hasde meri rooh khildi,
Maaf kari menu agar hoyi bhul kadi.
Tuhade baajo ek pal vi jee nahi sakdi,
Tuhanu vekh vekh hi mai mai hasdi.
Tuhani dil mandir ch basaya,
Tuhade naam da sindoor mathe sajaya.
Sansaar mai aapde dohan sa tuhade naina ch vekh leya,
Tuhade baigaar mai khakk di vi nahi mere mahiya.
Saari janama tuhadi, tuhade bina nahi jeona,
Ve main tuhadi je na hoyi hor kise de ni hona.
Sune meri rabb ek chah ve adhura,
Saddi har saah te ohda haqq hove poora.
Ohde baajo koi zindagi nahi chahidi,
Daaman failaye mai ohnu hi mangdi.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
Lerscent grimmark, dark & light - glas
Cost em-mark en bisk et ast
heavy holden march of hOVE- entasked watching homers m ark
doe agree ṧick the pervious measure
that measure of good & evil.... (dost thou see)
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Tear away, flocking dress in/motion _ heal/SCARS
trainṧit life for light or light for life
Certain that curtail fervent curtain time
- shallow eleven drench that sut surper of STILL
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
"WHAT I'M FEELING"
She's somewhat
freaky and
desirable.
She's a
gem like
and extra-
ordinarily
gorgeous
and amiable.
I really
appreciate
and admire
what she were
made like.
Somethang
laudable quite
admirable.
I must confess
what I'm
feeling, wonder
if anyone else
feels what I'm
feeling.
I been
charmed,
stuck in
the pool of
emotions,
baby deliver
me I'm weary.
And obviously
she got me
sinking in
the river of
love, and only
she could
save me, heal
me baby.
Only she
could satisfy
my heart desire.
I love
Her
because I
know she's
going to
make great
babies and
be a good
lovely mama.
Our love hove
on the peak
of the sky,
so fly,
She drew
stars around
my scars.
My heart
burst into
flowers, with
her I find
roses.
Our love will
never dies
but eternal.
Loved her
outside of time.
#c9_fm
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD)
If I were Shakespeare
I would say: what hath happened to you mother earth?
Fallen creation! What hast thou done?
Abel’s blood laments from the ground
Innocent streams of blood flow in the swamps
Calling in the deepest seas
Yet creation joys at its screams and groans
Blood and bones spread like a red carpet
Bodies hung like clothes on a washing line
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!
Brothers butchering each other over stolen money
Babies murdered in the name of abortion
Albinos sacrificed in the quest for wealth and good luck
Oceans are dump sites for human carcases
Pastors servicing their ministries with innocent souls
Alters covered with ***** and blood
Bribery has become the order of the day
Akeldama! Akeldama! The world has become!
Authored outside the garden of Eden
Anger and heartlessness have become a burden
The love for money has made hearts to harden
With personal pockets to fatten
Forgiveness and good virtues are forgotten
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!
Shattered into pieces my heart bleeds
My soul weeps tears of blood
Tears that are torn and roasted before they reach the ground
Causing my troubled heart hasten to pound
Just like a floating trophy blood shed circulates around
My voice is bubbling within me
I am like an ant under an elephant’s hove
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!
Judases creeping in the shadows
Like giant monsters
Innocent hearts dripping and drizzling with blood
The guilty jubilantly roaming the streets
The church is silent
A sleeping lion!
A toothless bull dog
Blood stained tithes and offerings
Flesh fuelled businesses crowding the CBD
Deceit and betrayal is a game of hearts
Dead consciences that cannot be resuscitated
Children are fatherless and mothers are childless
The rich are heartless
The heirs are senseless
Crying is useless
They deem Christianity meaningless
Talking about Ubuntu is a sign of weakness
Leaders are foreign to selflessness
Oh Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!
To him who hold the seven stars in his right hand
Who is the first born of all creation?
Turn not a blind eye on our afflictions
For how long will we sing the sour song of Akeldama
A song written by the greedy and blood thirsty
A rhythmless song sung when strings are broken and voices are full of anger
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth mourns!
Oh Akeldama!
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
You taught me to count and I counted the days, and the days mounted up and still I counted the days and I got old and tired and lost count of the days.
I can start again,
I can number the drops of rain that fall
I can count them all,
you
taught me that.
But
you never taught me about time
about how it is wasted in fruitless endeavour
on the dumb and the clever in equal quantity,
a pity really.
It's a disorder to order the order of things
and much easier to see what disorder brings,
chaos or not?
A plot against Kings and those who hold dominion,
those who drag us down and pinion our arms
to tag us with lasers and pull out our eyes.
A plot against the lies that restrain us
are you with me?
chaos or not?
Still counting,
being obsessive possesses me,
a demon ********** me
a succubi for an eye?
or is the sleep that builds up the bridges I see,
ready for me?
I have numbered the pages and each new leaf I've burned,
counted,
lost count and returned to count once again,
all drops of rain in the end.
Time and the beads of its abacus feeds on me,
I will count the beads one
by one and one day
fruitless or not
I will have got the
number right.
Between Brighton and Hove and New Cross gate, when all is still and time can wait.
Kaboom.
Kaboom
Kaboom.
I
thought it was a magic spell to break the link 'twixt time and Hell but
just three words that make no sense but still,
kaboom,
I tried again but still
the same.
The beads fall into line and like a Rubik's cube, time falls into place,
if I see the face of my creator
if I dance with Marilyn on the moon
if once again
all is all too soon but
if I mention,
mention time after time, then
perhaps I'll be allowed to stand a little longer in the line that gets much shorter and time will wait to see the words which freely flow from me,
if not,
I'll be seeing you all on the other side.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
****** silly humans
I love them
(for the most part)
but I wish they could pull their **** together
wrap their heads around the concept
of unity
as a whole
not this silly nation ********
these frivolous little traditions to separate themselves
the ignorance that different is bad
as in skin
methods of teaching and thought
genders
preferences
those deplorable emotions of greed and fear
and their brainless
(not to include candy-ass)
NEED for a government and religion
The will though
The soul
That's what makes me love a human
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Far moost o' me
three score minus one year
tethered upon terra firmae where
planet Earth doth veer
(spins upon the global axis
(tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane
of its orbit around the sun),
terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied
for Pete's sake by Gabriel
blowing his horn) in all honesty unclear
boot more oven concern
points to thermonuclear
and/or subnuclear
war, particularly at forefront
of thine primate noggin
actively hypothesizing
theoretical armageddon,
when non plus ultra gravitates
with e pluribus unum necessitating
each individual to bend over
and kiss his/her rear
goodbye unless total merciless queer
hue loss atomic fallout immediately
incinerates e'en
the moost savvy profiteer,
which aforementioned prognostication
arose from overbear
ring hazy, hot and humid
dangerous heat spell near
lee approximating insufferable
temperature nearing triple digits
(along Eastern Seaboard
of United baked States
makes this human,
an immediate convert to climate control
(though he happened tubby already)
basking, glorifying, and luxuriating
within delightful 60º Fahrenheit mere
really expressing gratitude for such
creature comfort donning my
stretched out birthday suit,
(yet thee moost comfortable leisurewear
then thrift store "special bag
mountain of clothes
as mooch as Yukon sales,"
no matter mine ill mannered
mirrored reflection doth jeer
at such a sorry sight, and/or
laugh reading interlinear
monologue colloquy,
which message gleaned between lines,
and should this poem be red aloud,
thy ******** passion linkedin
with humming HVAC, ye would hear
courtesy hove cochlear
(hollow tube in the inner ear)
sensitive to deafening sounds...so beware!
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC