Another Cup

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coffee is a poet’s tool

especially served black

in a simple cup

unadorned

without sugar

without milk

not compromised

by love

the poets challenge

My thoughts are wandering

all the words, I’m pondering.

 

the prompts, some challenging

the poetess is learning

 

New forms, and definitions

Here’s to posting, quick decisions

 

The sounds of music, echoing

while the pen is beckoning.

 

The marathon, my wrecking ball.

destroying my

cement communication wall.

 

The words, the truth

the stories, and the journaling proof

 

The volumes of

Emotions, and Memories

Demanding to be free

lying in the dark

 

Will it be the death of me?

 

Feeling the pull, guided by more

Sharing, my vulnerability

 

Learning the technology

 

Dedicating the time, to love my rhyme

Braving, the cold-hearted world.

Bringing comfort to someone

in time

 

Can I be that creative light?

The end to another’s plight

 

It’s healing love shared.

 

 

Words that heal and rhyme

it’s the poets time to shine

loneliness impart

 

 

 

Hate To Love

HATE:

Dear Love,

So beautiful, Innocent and pure

Every disease you can cure

Yet been not liked by many

You have less friends and more enemy.

 

LOVE:

Hello Hate!

I love the way you say

But, you are strong, witty and bad

You have make people sad

Yet you reside in many life

And I cannot understand this strange plight

 

HATE:

O stupid feeling!

You can never understand this strange dwelling

The world now have more space for me,

You cannot reside here after becoming so old and weak

 

Now, your kind gestures cannot be gained

So go away and come back never again

 

LOVE:

Dear hate,

I know the world is changed

But, people still cry for me in vain

The sound gets crushed under your loud noise

Which makes people cry,

hiding their plight.

 

I know your space is more than mine

But without me, this world cannot be fine

I want to overcome you by my name

In 21st century this is my only aim.

 

HATE:

Before you get completely crushed, go to heaven and enjoy your life

I own the earth so I shall make it mine

Even if you’ll try t make your space,

You’ll be crushed by haters with an easy ace

 

You shall no longer dwell on this unworthy earth

So, forget it as your place of birth

 

LOVE:

I am born here, And will die here

However I cannot die until you are there

 

Without you I cannot live here even,

Because we are like hell ad heaven

 

I know that world has become selfish,

But I will continue to cherish

 

And sooner or later I will get the fruit of my action

When every heart will blossom and peace will be showered

 

I am blessing of god and you curse of evil,

Living on earth you create only upheaval.

 

I know and I will win,

The light shall no longer remain dim

 

HATE:

I give up O! lovely Love

Arguing no more would be a sin

You are conqueror of death

The how can I even hope to win

Pray where I live you also get place

And with you, the world become Happy, united and Chaste!

 

#6

I miss you. I see you everywhere. In the trees,the birds my dinner. You are all around me, perhaps even in me. My life is without you now. Sometimes aware of my loss, mostly not. Small things bring you back again.

together with waves
side by side, we walk the path
apart at sunset

6/24 snake

I hear rain drops but they cannot guarantee I am awake.
I see the sun, but I feel so sure that I am slumbering.
I am four legged, I cannot slither passed this.
Only the wisest men told me that snakes can climb trees and then I knew I was doomed.

Hour Six: Sentry

Sentry

 

Late summer’s tree stands proudly sagged

with age-spotted greenery weeping in the

humidity. its trunk hosts industrious insects,

frantic with winter premonitions

 

Fierce late summer tempests taunt the tree,

daring it to shed its steamy, wilting coat

prematurely

 

If the late summer

tree survives, she will be stripped,

abandoned, sentry

Funeral

A friend died. Another’s friend died. It was the same funeral but not the same friend. There is no honesty in death, a revelation of nothing. He is survived by the used.

The man with the masks
Appears to each as himself
A simulacrum

How Do I Say This

This feeling is new

Being with you

 

Never have I felt

Something so swell

 

You’ve swept me off my feet

Right onto my back

 

I can’t escape this heat

Can’t wait for our bodies to meet

 

Run your fingers through my hair

The sweat lingers in the air

 

I’m crazy about you

Baby, you’re all mine

 

Let me feel your skin

Your breath on my chin

 

Push into me

Let me see what you see

 

I’m never going back

You’re all I’ve ever yearned for

 

It’s more than just lust

It is in you I trust

 

The words can’t come out

No matter how I try to shout

 

I care for you

I admire you

I adore you

I love you