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The Song Of The Sunshine – By A Rusty Rustic

Post author By meenas17
Post date July 8, 2015
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The sunshine is bright they say

it is bright as always.

The sunshine is radiant they say

it is radiant as always.

The sunshine accelerates growth they say

it accelerates as always.

The sunshine is eternal they say

it is an eternity as always.

The sunshine nourishes they say

it is a nourisher as always.

The sunshine kills als they say

it kills when it is in excess.

The song of the sunshine is mellifluous

it is melodious as the sun.

To sing a song of sunshine

I need to shine myself.

If not I would look rusty and rustic

besides the powerful sunlight.

Tags excess, Poem, shine, Sun

thoughts

The Defeat And Triumph

The back ground being serene

the forefront being jubilant

there be a contradiction

there existed a vie a confrontation

between the external and the internal

the outwardly show gleaming and glittering

the inward struggle caressing and pressing

there always be a distinction between the front and back

a difference between the interior and exterior

that being apparent in the real and the fake

there goes the great shadow fight

that ends up with the truth overcoming the lies

after much of a defeat in the initial

but getting overwhelmed by triumph in the end

that be the essence of truth in the vigorous sense,

Tags confrontations., excess, external, internal., Poem

thoughts

The Excess

The excess of anything is a danger

as it causes an intoxication in a ranger

be it food in a quantity beyond

as indulgence lands in orbits of outbound

be it wealth in a way

as opulence takes you far away

be it temper striking entire

as the gravity stabs the interior

be it brains in a say

as intelligence touches lunatic stray

be it passion in straight

as sensual extravagance creates a blight

be it fashion in show

as over exposure brings you to bow.

be it mercy in the go

as tenderness pitches you against a foe

anything right or wrong

a moderation should be your song

as it would put you in a stature

lively and delicate making you great and mature.

Tags brains., danger, excess, Food, mature, moderation, Poem, Risk, stature, temper

thoughts

With the right turn
she went away
getting hurt
and badly beaten
by the remarks and tease.
She, being genial
got along in cordial
never rubbing anyone
on the wrong side
Taking care in extremes
smiling at all in pleasant
talking in terms cool
behaving with elegance.
Unfortunately she got
a treatment bad
and a deride sad
making her reject everyone.
This being the first time
she expressed her displeasure
and made a walkout
to show her protest.
Patience is a virtue no doubt
But excess of it becomes a vice .

Tags excess, Patience., Poem, vice, Virtue

thoughts

The Stray.

Post author By meenas17
Post date June 9, 2013
1 Comment on The Stray.

Losing temper is a normal human stray.
Throwing tantrums s a little over the way.
Striking and hitting with force is an extreme play.
Where do these anomalies arise in the lay?

Deliberating on these vehemence deeply.
It is a must to know the antecedents exactly.
Circumstances would lead to anger directly
But over the mark is a crime eventually.

Tracing this quality to the family at large
Being the usual practice of all in n enlarge
The study would point out the irregularity in wage
that goes to make the excess of this rage.

A psychological factor has a dominance in this extravagance.
The mind restless becomes incorrigible acting with an intolerance
Mightily leading to a disorientation and a madness
constituting an overwhelming act of vehemence.

Tags excess, irregularity, Poem, vehemence

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