Current poems in progress...

Let me say goodbye
---hermestri

Release me from your spell and simply say goodbye,
let me collect the smiles that with you I could not stop,
My fleeting footsteps on the porch of your elusive soul
The soft kisses that I meant to give you but could not.
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Let me go away carrying memories in my pockets,
the few pieces left of a love that I so tried to show,
those passionate kisses that made my spirit glow.
Do not cry for me out of mercy, just let me go.
.
My bags are filled with desires of what will not be,
eventhought once we swore our love was forever.
I will surely miss the sunsets that we forgot to see,
the mornings when we will not wake up together.
.
.Let the moon's tears and mine become one ,
I will not look for your face in a cold starry night,
nor I will keep you warm by holding you tight,
as I always did when I glanced a those distant lights.
.
Bid farewell to me swiftly and do not look back,
Let this painful adieu conquer the fear within me.
Allow me to live among the leaves in the wind
and like them, learn again, what it is to be free.
.
Hermestri
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Well done!! Understated emotion that comes through to the reader--I wouldn't change a thing! I especially like your last verse...JFC
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I second that.
"I will surely miss the sunsets that we forgot to see" touched me deeply. Thank you for sharing. DJC

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Heartfelt! Remember that when one door closes another opens. Don't look back!
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My apologies! It's Daniel K here!
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I'll third that. Very well done.
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Bravo, well written and heartfelt!
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Agree with all the above comments. Very nice! MS

Psalm Three
---Arawyn

Three
Will it ever end?
They talk and talk. They know I will
Come to no good, but I know
That is not true. I will hold my head
High. I will not flinch or shudder.
I will not flinch or shudder. Good Lord!
Bust them in the nose. Kick their asses.
As for me, I’m going to take a nap
And dream.

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Thank you for posting this.
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...fresh kill
in the summer grass
lion cubs play
guttal

Weltschmerz of the soul lost in the weighting
---annie
Memories like morning dew appearing
---Daniel, Glen Marais, Gauteng, South Africa
Time renews and then reneges once again
---annie
Blessed heart that knows no end still in pain
---Daniel, Glen Marais, Gauteng, South Africa
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---Anonymous
The October sky filled with falling stars
---annie
endless darkness surround Venus and Mars
---annie
Horkheimers' back with his hand on his heart
---Cooker, Moscow, Idaho
I watching stars here and making a chart!
---Cooker, Moscow, Idaho

your muse
---annie
calling us back
---annie
one by one to return
---annie
sojouners sharing some respite
---annie
and love
---annie
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---Anonymous
hearing
---Daniel
not listening
---Daniel
listening and not obeying
---Daniel
creation calling me
---Daniel
again
---Daniel
wishing
---annie
for stars to fall
---annie
into the silent void
---annie
where voices enlighten the darkness
---annie
joyfully
---annie
-
---Anonymous
nothing now but a tiny spark
---Anonymous
and us huddled 'round
---Anonymous
waiting
---Anonymous

Ah, yes, the muse is quite an irresistable beauty :)
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hearing
not listening
listening and not obeying
creation calling me
again
was suppose read
hearing
not listening
creation calling me
listening and not obeying
again

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Let me try that again. I have to get use to this interface again:
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hearing
not listening
listening and not obeying
creation calling me
again
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was suppose to have read:
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hearing
not listening
creation calling me
listening and not obeying
again
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Daniel

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oops....forgot the space between....coffee or tea Daniel (__)D :)
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So very lovely!
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Never seen a betetr post! ICOCBW

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---frog_n_wtr

She called me morning
I called her night
she reveled in my glory
and relaxed me with her might

Holding hands and kissing
never do we part
we melt into each other
like the light inside the dark
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Beautifully done
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thank you
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Hey, youÂ’re the goto exeprt. Thanks for hanging out here.
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Home run! Great suglgnig with that answer!
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Thank you for letting me hang out here :)

Musec
---Anonymous

you're my music
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the perfect counterpoint
a harmony to my melody
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our staccato steps
in syncopation
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the wind plays its fingers
through your hair
plucking strings
a dance of
intertwined notes
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my heart beats in time
with the tempo of
your spoken lyrics
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from her dark hip
the moon's curve

Navigating Life
---Anonymous

A young man at a bus stop
asked an elderly gentleman who was passing by,
"Do you know where the end of the line is
for the next bus?"
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"Why yes, it follows this one-way street
until it reaches its final station, Death",
said the older man.
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"How long is the trip?", asked the younger gentleman.
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"I can't tell you. Haven't ridden that bus yet.",
replied the elderly man. "I'm headed north on Freedom
street instead. You're waiting on Time", he continued.
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"I'm interested in seeing some of the sights.
Do you have any recommendations?" asked the younger man.
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"That's straight north of here.
For sight seeing, walk don't take the bus.
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Going south, this changes into Rat Race which tees off
into the narrow culdesac, Misery, or
an entrance to a Slavery compound.",
the elderly man continued.
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"Not much to see there. I stopped by for a short visit to
satisfy my curiousity, but for sight seeing, that'd be north,
but Freedom widens out to a Boulevard and then a large highway.
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You can even follow Freedom past the North Star, and the edge of space
to the Void.
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Easy to get lost there. I'm making a right at Desire Avenue.
That's an intersection a bit north of here, but that's a one way
street, just like Time, the route you were waiting on."
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"Do you have a map of the city?", asked the younger man.
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"Not in detail, but you can get your orientation from points
on the horizon."
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"If you planning on taking Desire, don't stay on it.
It looks straight, like Time, but loops around to the South
and ends at a traffic circle called Addiction, near Misery and Slavery."
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Instead, head north on Freedom until it widens into a boulevard,
then make a right on Desire.
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There's good sightseeing for a stretch on Desire,
but when you hit Communication, make a left off Desire
and stay on Communication until you hit Main.
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On the corner of Main and Communication, there's an orientation center,
101 Communication Boulevard, Suite A. You can't miss it.
Chat with the receptionist. She can help you get your bearings
around here.
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That's where I'm headed once I meet up with a tour group forming at the
intersection of Communication and Desire, you're free to come along
if you'd like.", finished the elderly gentleman.
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I went to the city to get a poetic license
and a guy there by the name of Ogden, said;
"you can't do that, kid you either got it
or you don't. So I have to take the bus now.
~Cooker
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I forgot my poetic license had been revoked, but it doesn't matter as I've still got the artistic one ;)

Back & Soul
---Mat Stevens, Oxford, England

When I look back on the way I came
I can see that I went wrong.
Despite all that, I’ve got friends
Hell, yeah we get along.
We get along, long, long winding road
That keeps on rolling on.
Like the rivers and the streams
As you throw your stones
Time – it moves on.
There’s something in the air
Red sky, black death.
Breathe in and whistle strong.
There’s so much colour in the world
we are wet paint drying in the sun.

Politics Abroad
---Ben, El Cerrito, CA
In Egypt their minds went atwitter
---Ben
All hearts ran aflutter
---Ben
A system fell asunder
---Anonymous
The world gazed in wonder
---Ben
World wide Internet
---Ben
Webbed a despot its net
---Ben
Can it alsofree US voters
---Ben
From lobbyist dollars?
---Ben

I have been away for a few years. I'm glad to see the Website still going strong!
Ben
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Enjoyed this. Line 2 is brilliant. Mat
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Thank you, Mat. 7th line should read:"Webbed a despot IN ints net".
Ben
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What about webbed a despot in IT's net
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You're right, I meant it to be ITS, but having goofed up twice, I wanted to spare everyone a third possible dumb mistake! Thanks.
Ben
P.S: I did a better editing job on my book "Poetic License", as the Publisher, Jones Harvest
Publishing Co., can attest to!
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You're right, I meant it to be ITS, but having goofed up twice, I wanted to spare everyone a third possible dumb mistake! Thanks.
Ben
P.S: I did a better editing job on my book "Poetic License", as the Publisher, Jones Harvest
Publishing Co., can attest to!
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why would Jones Harvest edit or care that anything has an edit in that they make their money off the vanity of poor mooks that think their drivel has merit?
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I looked for "mook" in the computer dictionary; there was no such word. If you read the book,you will find that it is at the level of this and other poems I have posted here. If this is drivel, then I'll agree with you. If it not, then get a copy and surprise yourself.
I did not shop the manuscript around traditional publishers, because I wanted a few copies for my friends and relatives. Everyone, including the worst critics, enjoyed many of the poems.
Ben
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Jones Harvest must not be representing you very well. The only ref. on the net I can find other than several books at Amazon I doubt are yours is a line of funky shoes. I assure you “MOOK” is a legit noun. Just type mook on your browser and you will find it.
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Publisher says "Poetic License" book (by Ben Sheldon) is set up as "print on demand". It is registered with the Library of Congress with #ISBN:978-1-60388-3139. It just means you can order it through Amozon.com (or Barnes and Noble), if you decide to forego your Starbucks latte! :)
Ben
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It's Amazon not Amozon. Sorry for the typo. --Ben

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like i said,mook
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Mook
Life I forsook
To seek
Meaning of mook
I go look
In every nook
From Arab souk
To any book
I couldn't hook
Nor could cook
A meaning for mook.
--Ben

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Mook- is a word used to insult and/or provoke an alleged jerk into anger. First used by Italian women to describe whats left by a wham-bam-thankyou-maam non-paying john.It was later used by movie writers of mafioso flicks as another way of saying ass-hole......dictated but not well thought out........classic38
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Very amusing & enlightening definition. Thanks. -- Ben
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---Anonymous

I can be a baby sleeping
I can be complex or simple
I can be a raging storm
or as peaceful and still as a mountain
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I can be happy or bittersweet
I can be a butterfly in motion
or in the spread of its wings
soaking in the sun
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I can be the first step of a child
or a song of mourning,
the rise and fall of the tide,
or a star spinning through the heavens
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I can be the desire and meaning behind creation
I can be as whimsical and carefree as a breeze
I can be in the anticipation and the release
or stronger willed and more persistent than time
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We are beautiful because I am in us
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I am beauty

trancsendetal metation
---Anonymous

Transcendental meditation
like a poem that never ends
like a raindrops new begining
this is where it ends
yes it ends in transformation
dew drops fall as clouds they form
I may not be that good at spelling
so holpd me in you arms
like the love you hope to swallow
vitamin as big as cow
benefits outway discomfort
life is not a trough
I know so much and know so little
I will gladly share my all
take the last, they're home cook vittle
I will heed the call
of transcendental meditation
loves a reckless steed set free
I will wait with heart a thumping
I'm in love with me
Mantra set forth, now forever
help those who have strength to ask
I will give my hard earned dollar
to be free at last
we are all just one people
one is sick we all must heal
love yourself to love another
feel what feelings feel
love your self to love another
feel what feelings feel.
-frog_n_wtr

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No more s***. All posts of this qluaity from now on
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Awww Thanks :)

Wasted
---Phenom*

Eight years of my life's prime.
Eight years of my precious time.
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Love turned into cosmic sorrow.
Forever turned into just tomorrow.
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And why did I put up a fight?
I forgot what was for what be might.
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I imagined we'd have all our days...
But you turned my tomorrows into yesterdays.
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Now I sit here wrinkled and jaded,
And eight years of "love" was just time wasted.
~
Phenom*
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Lovely rhyme Phenom:
I think "Iforgot what might be" is a sufficent rhyme because the assonance is pretty god.
Else maybe:
And why did I even fight, thee.
I forgot what was for what might be.
I think you could just write what you think and change the order of the lines a bit. They don't have to rhyme. They can half (slagger) rhyme or only half of them be rhymed. This is very nice. ~Cooker

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ouch. well done. *grace

Extreme Communications
---Al, Albany, California, USA

---Anonymous
No talk, we just clobbered them
---Anonymous
Then said : mission accomplished!
---Anonymous
Extreme communication
---Anonymous
With no dialogue they went
---Al
Onto extreme response
---Al
With centrifugal forces
---Al
In banks of centrifuges
---Al
Returned with their extreme answer
---:Al
Fission accomplished!
---Al

---Anonymous
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---Anonymous

---Anonymous

Memorial to Politicians' Folly
---Jim Pablo

---Anonymous
In back rooms with selfish missions
---JM
Sit all those politicians
---JIm Paplo
They lack a global vision
---Jim
While on assigned commission
---Jim Pablo
To make momentous decisions
---Jim Pablo
Far from any precision
---Jim pablo
On word populations
---Jim Pablo
With no contemplation
---Jim Paplo
About each situation
---Jim Pablo

---J P
Leading to war we take a stand
---Jim Pablo
On people we don't understand
---Jim Pablo
Whether in Afghanistan
---Jim Pablo
Iraq or Pakistan
---Jim Pablo
Still our leaders demand
---Jim Pablo
Killings on command
---J M
Deep deep inside their land
---J P

---Anonymous
Best youth are trained to hate
---J P
Then sent to devastate
---J P
Humans of a far state
---J P
So that politicians fate
---Jim Pablo
Is not the exit gate
---J P

---Anonymous
So they can salute body bags
---J P
Then go out and loudly brag
---J P
As draped coffins lay
---Jim Pablo
On Memorial Day!
---J P

---J P
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---Anonymous

7th line after Title should read:
"On world populations"
I missed the "r" in "world" in the original.
J P

*Feelings*
---Silhouette

*
---Mark Schoolfield, Bronx, NY

the secrets of my mind r not hard 2 find,unless u choose 2 do not c.
r u stimulated by the mystery?
could it possibly a simple lack of interest?
i admit,i am not the best.
however,unlike most,i can boast that i am indeed damn close.
i come 2 thee,asking r u willing 2 do what u need 2 inorder that the situation b rectified?
it can't b denied.
the strings.
the baggage u haul.
i accept it all.
y?
i call thee "friend".
a name exalted.
chosen 4 only...the elite.
4 u,there is always a seat @ my table.
i am able 2 hear and accept the word "no".
i go 4 nothing more than complete honesty.
it's just me being who i am.
i'll b damned if i ever change.
if i did,would u even want me 2?
it's me and u.
warriors.
fighting.
dodging the barrage of dagger like issues that have been hurled @ us by the b.s's of the world.
united we stand.
divided,we fall.
we conquer those in distance of the sound of our call 2 arms.
we bask in the glorious light of the charms that HE bestows.
we r resillent.
it's all we know.



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"it's all we know" - the ignorance of knowledge, both strength and an unimaginable weakness, which matters not.
Nicely written.

nat
---p.m.david
s
---Anonymous
ass
---Anonymous

taken out early in the game
---classic38

Taken out early in the game
he broke my neck, he`s to blame
he was going too fast to avoid a crash
his bitch in his lap licking his lash
they didnt get hurt not even a scratch
now im a friggin cripple with hate building its patch
i`ll never golf again no softball no life
i`ve lost everything my house my kids my wife
i live in a dump on $900 a month and i ponder the end
by my own hand but it wouldnt help anyone who do still depend
on some advice or just to talk things thru
wanting me to tell them what to do
it`s hard to care when all you know is pain
no matter what i do the result`s the same
i thank GOD every day for letting me live
but secretly he knows im ready to give
i cant take much more everyday is the same no relief in sight
my memories are mostly gone the days are one
all rolling together as if they`re none
only one thing keeps me from hell
and i`m sorry its you that i must tell
the one thing worth living this life
is the fact i got rid of my wife.........classic38
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Quite powerful and emotional. I'm glad you've gotten your life back and are here, able to share your thoughts and words with us. ms.

rehashissan
---Cookster, Moscow, Idaho

Nobody is really interested in thank-you notes anymore,
except for Huree Babu, Ethnograph and spy from the city of Lahore.
The whore from Laspy does not matter, except for who lived next door.
So he pastes them meticulously into albums, filing them tidily
with missives of gratitude and announcements of acclamation.
Ties a foreiners hands with ribbons and bows and some hobo's toes,
that were written in a thank-you note,
but what Huree is really up to nobody cares and nobody knows.
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Lines 1,4-7 were taken from a previous poem by chandler. I have been thinking about them I don't know why. Actually it seems she wrote all the best bits. ~Cookster
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wow, it surprised me to see this! hope all is well with you cookster. -chandler

What have you done?
---Alexis Wolf

Shibumi
---P.M.David

you have to trust
---chandler
me, and you have to breathe
---chandler
blessings, and you have to
---chandler
count the eggs now, and
---chandler
crack the shells now
---chandler
and hope that somehow
---chandler
things don't come out all half-baked
---chandler
we stand on two feet
---chandler
under the keystone
---chandler
and see the half moon
---chandler
it's like a pivot always holding us in place
---chandler

Aspects of life
---johnsonvdev, Trichur,Kerala, India

Kindling hope for a better tomorrow
We thrust forward setting our goals.
Cutting edges to suit our fragile frames
Each day is passed for the next to come.
Tentacles of death scare us at times
And yet never fathom self to die first.
Clinging to hope, slinging off the fear,
Watching many perish, self never in list.
Dreams evolve to wishes to be fulfilled
Time in line may shatter them in a flash
And yet clinging to life for another wish
We go on, by a will to flourish here again.
Always wish Joy with the icings of Peace
Easier still, trying to sweeten the vast sea.
Wisdom goes some steps further to accept-
Smiles and tears with the same grace in life.
Weakness another form of virtue indeed
If realized, for that make us humbler still.
Growth is always from smaller to bigger
Growth towards perfection as per His will.
johnsonvdev

Life Derailed
---johnsonvdev, trichur,kerala,india

While trying to live life to the full
Unaware of the dangers attached
Virtues and vices to suit self best
A disguise for human respect
Only to know that it is late.
The journey towards the mature world
The face lost so many times
As each day taught us to crawl, walk and fall.
The tentacles of the chill came so fast
Binding self in a tight noose
Unable to cry or escape
The past deeds did the end job.
The birth , the growth, the death-
Thus zigzagged to the oblivion
Wishing to nestle fast with the dust.
Adieu, to none than my unsung self.
johnsonvdev