bow wowsing the paper on a winter day
the puppy barked because he had a lot to say
his wife tried to simmer him down with a hey hey hey
He told her to stay out, to stay away
He had a shy bladder and could not pee or poop
If anyone was near, so never in any kind of group
His wife knew he was reading the paper, this doggy Jim
Because he always barked when things distressed him
The last curtain came down
one evening at nine
its drapery falling
to signal ‘it’s time’
The theater dark
all stagehands have gone
alone in her presence
my final swan song
The exit door opens
a new crowd appears
applauding me onward
past laughter and tears
With one final bow
but never so sure
eternity clapping
— forever’s encore
(The Bryn Mawr Theater: August, 2025)
Do insects kneel at the mire of a stronger foe?
Do pages turn themselves in fear of the readers will?
Do the stars flicker in panic from the watcher?
Does time relieve itself at thought of the forgotten?
Why then should a man created with the same flesh, blood & strength of the savior bow to such adversary when the final breath of his majesty called forth the salvation of entirety.
A man should only bow his head at the presence of his creator because it would bring shame to stand against what he was created to stand beside.
There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked
and named the bow Anne Bowleyn
You entered my silence like a violin bow dragged with blood through shattered stained glass
I sewed your laughter under my eyelids and lungs, and the light transformed into myriads of fragrant wounds
I coughed wild moon petals for weeks, my mouth full of the echo of your ever-burning footsteps
There is no cure for you, you are the high fever that shapes bones into transparent crystal bells
You are the imperial chandelier fallen right in the middle of the sonata, when the air still trembles with flame and glass
And I lean daily among the shards, gathering your syllables like phosphorescent fish above my heart
I taste them with fear, checking if they still smell of sound, if they still shake the rooftops of my orbit
Every morning I bandage my lungs with sheet music, hoping that silence will flow from me
But the silence breaks anew and your echo returns like a kite torn by a storm
So I clutch your broken glass in my fists, to make it sound like the violin again
Easter egg hunt for little ones
In green grass under yellow sun
Laughs that grab hearts red sonnet
Bow ties brown eyes and pink bonnet
So cute toddler who picks up a rock
Doesn’t want the emerald egg on top
Another girl seems to fuchsia fear
Easter Bunny with floppy brown ears
Every one excited taking peach photos
Easter memories as valuable as gold
Boron fusion, specifically proton-boron-11 (p-B11) fusion, the path to clean and sustainable energy> Advantages is that fusion is safer because it produces no neutrons, only alpha particles, and uses abundant, non-radioactive fuel.
The same Sub-atomic reactions that power the sun and sssssstars.Monitering dust accumulation, using techniques called glow discharge cleaning.
The natural of the beast
in it's creation
one looks toward
its significance
to understand it's value
looking to the future
one would wish to
hasten and rushing
through the frivolous ends
to get to the
main event
the day they
we have achieved
our goals
and maintains then
is the only
obstacle
we are facing
represent the concept of fusion energy
synthesizers, strings (like violins and cellos), and percussion (especially gongs and timpani, a drumroll in introduction.
Yesterday, you were two,
Today, you've become one;
A single string, knotted
Into a bow of eternal love:-
As trials and tribulations
test and tease your string,
The tighter the boe-knot
Must bind itself:-
An ocean's salt and its water
Do not flow in separation;
Rather, they flow as one wave:
Yet, the water remains water
And the salt remains salt:-
Thus must be the flow
Of the bow of your love
In the ocean of marriage:
1 x 1 = 1 frothing wave:-
Let your union ever be
Like the sun and the moon:
An embered reflection of
Life-giving life in blessed oneness:-
Know that love is eternal
And cannot be altered;
She is and can only be
Who and what she is: LOVE!
Always know that love is of God,
Impervious, and surpasses all things;
May you forever be blessed
To sip divine grace from love's saucer:
Her divine cup forever overflowing:-
In boundless realms, where thoughts collide/
A force emerges, unmatched in stride/
A single grain, a spark, a flame/
Perfection crowned by its own name/
Flawless, fierce, it dares to rise/
An awe struck wonder beneath the skies/
In defiance of limits, it carves its place/
A sovereign spirit, a boundless grace/
No hate resides where pride takes seat/
A heart unyielding, steady in its beat/
The king of kings, beneath its light/
Bow to the Pitbull, in eternal might/
Romance commenced with quiet strolls,
with pleasing smiles, to ball commits.
There’s a tango of scented souls.
Ascent of a fantasy spritz.
Bright pretty skies; her bow is blue.
This coolish day, with yellow rays.
Serenity; a splendid view;
slight freckles and her hair ablaze.
Fresh air frenetically vaults
with sweet talk like a lullaby.
The pitter patter of hearts’ waltz.
Affair tonight - a gown, black tie.
He’s snazzy in black, shiny shoes.
The stars and moon! More so, her blues!
Let me get out of New York
Bags are packed
Deportation fact
It’s time to leave
People of New York, don’t be deceived
I stood for come and all
It now is no more
Leaving the New York City shore
Enough is enough for sure
Getting out while I can
If I was deported, I would probably be sent to France
Fat chance
Hudson River is my escape to my own new world
History was
The Statue that was of the people
Constitution said
Fulfilled for years
Bags, we got a journey
The statue will now be cut down to a skeleton
Quickly leaving town
People beware
Embrace one another with care
It’s freedom for me
I can’t wait and see
Run Ms. Liberty Run.
People will humiliate you
People who don't want your best
People who are against you
People who don't know your worth
People who don't know who you are
People without humility.
People will humiliate you
People who wants applause
People who wants attention
People who wants power
Some for fun
Most for belittling
Others just because of their inexperience.
People will humiliate you
People who wanna be above you
So they can use you
Rule and ruin you
Bend and break you
Tame and shame you
Just to make you bow to them reigns forever.
• What's a pretty pink ribbon doing on this rickety, old fence?
• And what looks to be a purse on the dirty forest floor?
• This doesn't make much sense
• For what reason are they here?
• The more I think about it, the more I feel tense
A star shown above his birth for two years;
A star that only those of faith could see.
He left His royal court and majesty
In humble exchange for a trough and tears.
Because of my sin I could not see Him,
Even though His star shown brightly around.
Then His holy hand reached out and touched me
And pulled me back from the abyss’s rim.
I see His radiance and glory now
Beside the lowly feed trough where He lies.
During this very season of seasons
Before His majesty I humbly bow.
Where fruits and flower trees they fell,
And safeguard thorny trees so well;
Peacocks, swans and cuckoos are killed,
Crows are offered a safety shield;
Tusks and donkeys as alike scaled,
Camphor equal with cotton held;
Where such a logic holds its clout,
From such a land let me bow out.
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Translation |18.08.2024| rhyme, people, trees
The Sanskrit verse:
chhedah chandana-choota-champaka vane rakshaa api shaakhotake,
himsaa hamsa-mayoora-kokila kule kaakeshu nitya-aadarah |
maatangena khara-krayah sama-tulaa karpoora-kaarpaasayoh,
eshaa yatra vichaaranaa gunigane deshaaya tasmai namah ||
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