Month: February 2015

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culture deceit greed languages. Poetry

That Being A Strange Land.


That being islanda strange land

where there are many bands

with people of varied culture

having distinctive features

speak not one but seven hundred  tongue

they be the languages in a flung

customs almost same in respects

perceptions differ in aspects

unity is  seldom found

the island reverberates with the sound

a fight here and quarrel there

marks with an evil  stare

dislodge the one from his post

push him to the end of the coast

has been the way of the islanders

as such no progress is seen in a stretch

a reprimand and  discipline could wrench

the people from their quench

being a thirst of greed and  deceit.

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ease. fallacy Poetry tease

The Stick -Ons


The fallacy around

keeps us in-bound

bear it with a frown.

The society dictates

it also initiates

try not to deviate.

The community fetters

it might also shatter

hope it is not a threat.

The relationship quips

it would also peep

let not it limp.

The world laughs  with a tease

likely to guffaw with an ease

certainly  not a stick-ons-1please.

That way the man has to live

with a strange believe

Is it for a relieve?

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equanimity misconstrued Poetry rejection

Misconstrued


My attempts get misconstrued

done with a whole heart

they go with a smile without intrude

as they  fly with a positive start

they  describe a long  face and displeasure

if they meet with a rejection and  a dislike.

Causes  entertain fissures  unseen

a break or a snap would  possibly  strike

acceptance  with equanimity is never seen

instead, accusations rise to the top

I blink and look around for support

knowing never will I  be backed up

it is not once or twice I go through this report

many a time I have experienced   this  back out

yet I extend my service to all throughout.attempt

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angels dainty human Poetry Truth.

The Good Old Days.


it is been long ago

at a time when I was little

when people did not talk about ego

strong they were not brittle

Self-contained they were

ambitious to  a degree normal

took very great care

remained friendly and formal

could find no vanity

not even a slight trace

held them in a way dainty

gossiped they with no chase

spoke not ill of others

genial and  cordial to all

moved like own brothers

responded to each other’s call

they were angels in human form

always gentle and calm good old days

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elf emptiness mental Poetry real

Lose Oneself


I sit with no thoughts

this happens by all sorts

a vacuum in the mind

nothing in a kind lose oneself

I search all the way

nothing strikes me today

I see around me

nothing to  hold me in glee

I espy with an emptiness

unable to detect any sense

I sit there for long

away from the throng

with eyes wide open

focused, not on any token

that way I go into myself

hop and jump like an elf

not in the real front

but in my mental affront.

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measure Poetry pressure radiance . sugar -coated taste words

A Defence Without Offence


The craving as it is

anything sugary  in a wish

one of taste mostly

and of words certainly

call me at times needed

the pastries sugar coated

delights one and all in total

lip-smacking they are

most savoury they are

gives a quaint feel in  all

as the lips touch each other

the longing concludes as ever

with a joy and favour .

The accounts of words  pleasant

emanate a sense  credibly decent

as they flow with an ease

not indicative of a tease

coax and cajole with a touch

release a relax as such

kindles the spirit with grace

inspires the mind  with a blaze

the value of sugar is immense

the white granules   make one tense

say many with a proof  of  pressure variance

anything taken  in a measure lends radiance

that go with the sugar too in all  sequence.sugar- coated

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achieve cherish easy late. Poetry

A Cherished Deal


the good is easy

the bad is uneasy

life contains both

essential to growth

as good grows

they come in rows

bad waters down

they commit a frown

except, not the best always

there is a case

where the good suffers

the bad prospers

this could be not real

it is only a  trial

the finality differs

the good is preferred

picks up the colour rose

the bad loses its hue

turns pale and leaves no clue

good achieves greatness late

bad grabs fame  not late

a sermon  this  would seem

I do it with a beam

as I undergo such  ordeal

never snatched a good deal

never claimed a bad one too

wait I eagerly for  a cherish.cherished deal

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abstract flirt insinuation Poetry romance sublime.

Romance —— An Insight.


The emotion  invariably rules us

be that of love and romance in plus

if the insinuations  stand the test of time

the capabilities are adjudged as true

the transitory could be an infatuation.romance

Romance is abstract

as that of pain and joy in track

the body experiences these

while the mind undergoes a cease

there blossoms an exalted  fervour.

Romance is a flirt

the immediate draw is a divert

fundamentally  on features  physical

could evolve a reaction chemical

could  relate to trends diabolical.

Romance is an exhilaration

could be out of devotion  or dedication

piety in a way is a romance

ethereal love is also a romance

these range in a region sublime.

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debate objection Poetry trigger.

I Demand A Rebate.


I wrote a poem very simple

about  the revenue and its source

could, not a cause a ripple

it turned an unexpected resource

mayhem broke loose  extensively

words flew in a rage intensely

a note of genuine  appreciation

brought in  uncalled depreciation

one not able to accept another’s prowess

cried foul  with venom in excess

unwanted remarks came from the one

who fumed and frothed in tons

I stood aghast  for a while

well, that is not my style

put an end to this ugly controversy

warned her  of the consequence

declared my objection in a sense

hope it would put an end to the debate

otherwise, I should demand a rebate.controversy

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meaning Poetry rhyme scheme

A Rhyme Without Time


To the boil

came a foil

in an untold toil

not from the soil

but from the coil

the fire broke out

spread in and out

went up in sprout

it was a rout

with that came out

an expected fall-out

the man stood stout

walked as if he had a gout

had a  big doubt

could not clear it out

so  went back  home.