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Your presence is cordially invited
(If you please)
To the Troll Invitational Only Ball
Come one , come all !
Only the best heed this call
Featuring the Marque band ,
"Smashing Poets"
Playing their monster hits ,
"Clip You At The Knees" and "The Killer In Me Sets Me Free"

Join in the festivities
As we debase humankind
A great time is guaranteed
For all "Troll" beings
BIG or small
So come one , come all ye Trolls
To the Invitational Ball


Comments :

The Thaumaturge : When we're we supposed to get our invites ?

Thomas A Robinson : What ? You didn't get one ? Must be some kind of oversight !

The T. : I'm sending you hate mail as we speak so that you know my address this time .

TAR. : Will do , I'll be in wait . . . not !

The T. : I don't own a car and I was reading a book literally the other day .

Craig Moore : Is the ball going to be under a bridge ?

TAR. : Of course !

The T. : I feel like I'd be shunned at a trolls only ball since I'm more of an antitroll if anything .

TAR. : Well it takes one to break one .

The T. : Nice to know my efforts don't go unnoticed .

Craig Moore : But there is only one ?

TAR. : Proxy ! ! !

The T. : Oh alright . I've got like a billion of those .

TAR. : That's proxies , not proxy !

The T. : Yeah , I've got a billion proxy .

TAR. : Proxies ! ! !

The T. : No I have a lot of proxy .

TAR. : Ha ha , that sounds moxy !

The T. : Is it just a little bit foxy ?

TAR. : Now I'm shredding your invitation !

The T. : What ! Why ? I thought that would be a perfect example of trolling . Don't make me drop the B-bomb !

TAR. : Trolling - the act of dragging a lure or bait behind a boat in the hopes of attracting a fish to bite the bait or lure becoming hooked and caught . You're troll bait .

The T. : That was the whole proxy/proxies thing ! And as for you , you are a troll incarnate TAR and not even a clever one .
Yeah Thomas ! Leave yourself alone ! Anyway I was supposed to be invited but they tore it up after I arrived .

TAR. : And you call yourself a miracle worker ?

The T. : You want a miracle ! I'll show you a miracle !

TAR. : What ? Hack my account ? Been done already .

The T. : That's not a miracle . Tell me what would impress you ?

TAR. : Simple , eliminate all trolls from here permanately . Should be only a minor miracle .

Tap . Tap . Tap .

TAR. : I see he cannot eliminate even one troll .

The T. : What are you talking about ? They're all gone !

TAR. : Smoke and mirrors . Don't gaslight me ! I'm an optimist . One who sees through fog clearly .

The T. : My only weakness .

TAR. : So put up or shut up .

The T. : Honest is the best policy .

TAR. : Honesty ! ! !

The T. : Thomas A Robinson your obscene proclamations are easily dismissed by adults . What would you do to a child in a public restroom ?

TAR. : I would call you for advice . Whoops ! No I wouldn't ! I would take the knife out of your hand .

The T. : You remove the knife from my hand only to find out that I'm actually a large swarm of bees wearing a trench coat .

TAR. : I would be the bee and tan your hive !

The T. : Maybe make a moovee out of it ?

TAR. : Bagging the killer B's . Pyrethium dreams . Your honey's run dry . You sting me I **** you .

The T. : That'd just **** me twice .

TAR. : Well good night Miracle worker . Don't let the bee mites bite .

The T. : I hate those bee mites , sweet dreams are made of bees .

TAR. : Ha Ha Ha , dear Annie Lennox is fumigating now . You're a Pox on everyone .

Mya-Angel Madden : How dare I miss the Ball of Trolls ! Whatever happened to Lucifer ? **** .

TAR. : Ah , the days of Lucy, when the definition of a troll was perfected !
All others now are just doormats in comparison .

Pintu Mahakul : Join in the festivities and this is very amazing definitely .. .

TAR. : Thank you Pintu Mahakul .
A repost of a poem with comments .
Sun is going to set mind is going to greet,
West with rays to East is going to a meet.
East is leaving light West is holding night,
Day is ready to turn and tomorrow light.

Right this is many are confusion getting
Gradually moon is coming sun is setting.
In a screen of sky stars are going to play,
Sun-burnt pots are breaking in wet clay.

Birds are flying back to in search of nest,
Animals have gone to forest to have rest.
Priests are going to light candle in church,
Old aged persons are for torch in search.

Calf is searching for mother cow to return,
Leaving grazing cute grasses she is in turn.
Mother is calling children to sit in a prayer,
In hurry is coming back to her son in chair.

East is showing right west making delight,
Time is turning to hope to cross the night.
Sun is going to set mind is going to greet,
West with rays to East is going to a meet.

© Bhargabi Dei Mahakul, 2015. All rights reserved.
This poem describes about evening scene in general however spiritual insight inside has revealed the truth. The love shines through evening. Sun goes to set and at the same moment mind greets. West and East have a meet on transfer of rays in wonderful combination.  While East leaves light West holds this. This means while soul leaves body then enters in to another body. East with light is like birth and West with evening is like time of death. Likewise a day turns life too turns in same manner. Playing of stars convey here playing of souls in this Earth and sunburn pots means saturated bodies break after death and decompose like clay pots. In general sense birds return back to their nests at evening and animals take rest. Due to consciousness of life people awake and light candle in church. Old aged persons’ searching torch seems that to break ignorance souls search of wisdom.  At evening calf searches mother cow. While time of death comes a soul remembers eternal mother father who is our Supreme Authority.  While evening comes mother calls the children to come back and son who is a player too comes back to home. While the end of such time comes of this age a soul from this playground goes near his eternal mother who is also father. This is the theme behind this poem. This is written in Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.
Oh dear little dove you smile,
Fly in sky in freedom far mile.
Father has given feathers to fly,
Remain happy you never cry.

Shyness you do not at all feel,
You have ever amazing  zeal.
Thrill of wisdom you hold far,
Go on flying you kiss light star.

Scar you leave in lovely moon,
Go on flying, reach you soon.
Noon or night you do not see,
Light your life feel mind thee.

Right direction you do choose,
Sing wisdom you spread news.
God has told he will come soon,
Washing sins he will give boon.

Love waves flow in lovely sky,
To feel life sure you do ever try
You smile in love little far mile,
Oh dear little dove you smile,

© Bhargabi Dei Mahakul, 2015. All rights reserved.
This poem is based on happiness and smile to speak about wisdom of God. Dove is a little bird that flies in happiness in far sky and thinks to kiss light and star. Dove has freedom to fly and that is why there is no need to cry in sorrow. Holding thrill of wisdom gives strength here to feel this freedom. In lovely love waves flow and father gives promise that he will come to wash sins of human beings. His boon will flow here in waves definitely and that is why dove should smile here flying so high in sky. Every human being should know this wisdom and hold light in life for up lifting self. This poem is written in Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.
When morning comes we do not know
When day light comes melts the snow.
Melted snow becomes water in river,
River flows to ocean the water giver.
Ocean dances in lap of calm nature,
To water cycle it does nurture.
We remain in deep think,
Water to thirst does link.
Day brings bright light
We see no far night
People fly kite
Give pension
No tension
Mention
Feel
Life
See
Me
I.

© Bhargabi Dei Mahakul, 2015. All rights reserved.
People think to catch the day. But when morning comes they do not become able to know. While day light falls snow melts and flows in river and river flows towards ocean giving its water to many persons on its both shores. Likewise while person gets wisdom becomes kind hearted with spiritual values and does all-round service for others and like nature becomes calm to work perfectly and finally proceeds towards God. We think of this and really day is bright. This transfers light like the spiritual person spreads knowledge. In day we do not see night. People in cheerful minds fly kite. Getting pension we do not get tension, feeling life as more cheerful we work. You see beautiful day and feel the self. Self realization is important.  This poem is based on such theme. This is written in Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.
Love here writes new reflection,
Love again defines our affection.
Connection speaks about love,
To spread message flies a dove.

Flying in cheerful mind I am bird,
My daddy is very kind I tell word.
To learn and know, I have right,
I have to define my life as bright.

To Earth we come to play part
Light is love thread makes art.
Wisdom you give we too learn,
In love virtues we all do earn.

Mother we see again oh father,
Brothers say here not to bother.
Elder loves younger loves elder,
Love waves mind we feel ever.

Child bird returns to mom’s nest,
We go back to your lap for rest.
A fest we celebrate all together,
We separate and unite weather.

Everywhere flowers bloom love,
In flying, way does not miss dove.
Love again defines our affection.
Love here writes new reflection,

© Bhargabi Dei Mahakul, 2015. All rights reserved.
Love is the unique value and this is universally accepted as a lovely thread to tie up relationship. Love defines relationship and to spread this message, dove flies in sky. Here a soul realizes self and sings he is just like a bird and flying in cheerful mind. Soul urges his right to learn and making future bright in front of father. All souls come on Earth to play part. Father of heaven gives wisdom and we all learn. Virtues are too earned by wisdom of love. Relationships like mother, father brothers etc. are ******* in love. In mind we feel waves of love ever. To mom’s nest, child bird returns and to take rest we too go back to father. Flowers bloom in love. Dove does not miss at all flying way. Likewise love defines relationship and affection. This poem is written in Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.
Kindered Spirit
My beloved your sweetest smile
Takes me to that ecstasy
Where I touch for a while
Your fragrance and ask for mercy

You are my kindred spirit
Lost somewhere in exile
But remember love has knit
Your beauty in my love's file

Don't leave me alone in world
With out you I will die
Take me with you as herald
Let us touch together the sky

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2014 Golden Glow

Comments on PoemHunter.com
Bhargabi Dei Mahakul(1/9/2015 2:10:00 PM)
Beautiful tribute to Allah, our Almighty. Without him and his love alone in the world a man can never sustain. Beautiful love is expressed through Kindred Spirit. Nice one. (Report)Reply

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Mj Lemon(1/5/2015 5:07:00 AM)
Such a wonderful poem....touching fragrance....so well said. (Report)Reply

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Alesia LeachAlesia Leach(1/1/2015 12:04:00 PM)
Stunning! Let us together touch the sky my favorite line. (Report)Reply

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Yasmin KhanYasmin Khan(12/31/2014 7:23:00 AM)
The verse is a beautiful tribute to a kindred spirit that is lost in exile but kindles the poet's heart with passions. It is nigh and far at the same time.

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