Tag: Poem

The Words Incite.

Words play a role
with an expectation
and an anticipation.
Words bring in unity
and a quarrel and in fight
with a slight deviant.
the approach is vital
and the talk is essential
to harmonize in sequel..
With words peace could be brought.
Treaties could be signed
in one direction.
With the same words
war could erupt.
Terrorism could spread
in the other direction.
The word play is great
with the pun and an alliteration
with a satire and slander
with metaphor and simile.
All get ahead in a row
to make the words incite.

Tags incite, Peace, Poem, War, words.

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Word Of Honour.

The words create an image
Careful not to damage
they release a gauge
and a lively engage.

Words are used with care
else they would end up in snare.
Words are lovely share
costing no fare.

Honouring the word impeccably
shows the man discreetly.
As words are one of promise mostly
They are to be uttered with a sensitivity.

A word if it is given
should never be broken
however might it be shaken
It at any cost must be taken.

So much surrounds the words in talk
They enforce an integrity in every walk.
They throw meanings on every stock..
If deployed well words rock.

Tags Honour, Poem, word

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All About Words.

The words are like gold
Valuable are the words told.
Words are never sold.
They might be cold
but should never fold.
The words are in hold
as they cannot be rolled

Words are to be kept.
They should not be swept.
Certain words have depth.
Others are very much adept.
Changing then do not erupt.
Twisting them is inept.
as they disrupt.

Words talk about the reference.
They make a difference.
They incur a lot of inference
Words present a coherence.
They also bring in an indulgence
calling for a insurgence.
Words carry a reverence,

Tags Gold, kept, Poem, words.

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Time and Time Again

Time and time again it has been proved
that sun rises in the east
quoth the man to his friend.
The friend knowing not what to say
nodded his head in an approve.

The man did not leave his friend even then.
He went on with his time and time again
saying that the rivers flow towards the sea.
The friend again agreed without any dispute
trying to find a way to get out.

Going on with his time and time again concept
the man came once again with a version
that the sky is high and far away
The friend was unable to bear furthermore
ran head over heels from the man.

The man did not bother about the friend
He went on with his time and time again theme
putting forth another brilliant idea
that the stars come up in the night.
So saying the man went in search of his friend.

Tags concept, Humour, Poem, Time

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Time Flies.

Times go in chimes
with a rhyme
The past being yesterday
becomes the present today
which turns to future tomorrow.
As days run fast
that happened goes past
that is happening will not last
that is going to happen will be cast.
The impermanence thus gets confirmed
In that transit there takes place events unconfirmed
Delivering emotions of relish and anger considerate
leading to great distractions inconsiderate.

Tags considerate, Poem, Time

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The Future Holds.

That what is going to happen hold us with an anticipation.
We go to Tarot readers with an expectation.
We sit before the Parrot reader waiting for a prediction.
We rush to the astrologer for a detailed resolution
The future holds us with a fear and a bind.
Pushing us towards a thought in the hind
We unlock our dreams that lie in the mind.
The thoughts which cause a break from the line.
We, eager to get over and reach the top slot
go in circles, employ turns and plot.
The success is but minimal with little ingots.
Yet the future makes us live always with a task.
It forces us to live with a mask.

Tags Expectation, Future, mask, Poem, task

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Man of The Past

A man stayed in the past
he never came to the days fast.
he stood there looking aghast
at the skies in a gaze.

To him past proved everything
It kept on ringing.
Memories flow in bringing
thoughts in a singing.

To him past is not a history.
it is not anything hoary.
It tells a story
with interesting anecdotes wholly.

Quotes the prices of yester years.
The present price tag causes a fear.
The events of today make him shed tears.
Oh! He looks like King Lear.

Tags Fear, History, Past., Poem, prices, tears king Lear.

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Living in The Present.

Not thinking much about future.
Not talking much about any feature.
Not reading anything about the creatures.
Not writing anything about nature
The man works in the present
doing what he could do to make it decent
His work program is not nascent
It is a lively action very recent.
To him travelling into the past
makes no impact lasting.
He goes on with his duties not aghast
but performs them in time and fast.
Well, that is how he lives in a cast.