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Secondhand Smoke On A Summer Night.
Again Now, I’m A Traveler Of Time.
Though What Was Mine Has Died
And What Has Mind Has Lied,
Forgotten Yet Still Inside,
Your World Suppresses Me Again.
Sometimes I Get That Taste…..
Like Time Travel On The Tip Of My Tongue,
Tastes Like Dirt.
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:40 am
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
Does a lie has feet or walk
Only liars have more than two
Don't listen to a lie as a joke
Then will help lies to grow
God will ask; why do you lie?
So get ready for God's punishment.
Me, you, them, surely will die
Should keep ready for last statement
Get back soon to the early pureness
And stop cheating creatures
Just in case you look for happiness
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:03 pm
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
All they want is me
In this late, slow morning
Dim and cool and simple
The lights off and show running
It's enough, always enough
And that should keep me good
So all I need is to ignore those things
Attacking outside my door
Saturday 30th June 2018 7:23 am
Distant chill and early morning
Rising in the cold
The car's all frozen thawing slowly
Where’s my woolly scarf?
The radios drones on with a weather warning
And I’m shivering in the cold
The kettle seems to be taking ages
The toast is taking its time
Where’s the butter and marmalade?
It’ll be cold today, I’m told
Gloved and scarved, scraper in ...
Sunday 13th January 2013 7:13 am