Remember, I am always
There for you...
And in thoughts we are
Very close...
Don't cry anymore, it will pass.
Because we will meet again...
Oh please, just laugh only once more
So shining like ...
The starlight...
Because everyone knows...
Angels
Don't
Cry.
The metal scythe like science-fiction machinery whirring passed the farmhouses as dusk enclosed them willingly, soft keystrokes chimed across the fields to the north to sour the fall of the denizens makers are wild on the hunt, but those felled by this reaper took the brunt of the scorned, so this was their last look upon the earth in all realities, the bell chimes for those, and this reaper shalt battle through that first course of lesser bushes and miserly zeal.
To all the Misters
Who thought me a sister
Who found me a bore
In which to abhor.
Who tolerated me in "loving" pursuit of something "else"
Than "love 'til death do us part" as chimes
The whimsical of chapel wedding bells:
I do apologize for having stayed so long
I wish you well, though I dismissed you "gone"
Please do know...from the depth of my soul
I wouldn't have stayed so very long
But, if I did over-welcome my stay., I'll just have you know
I only did embedding the simple thought deep in my soul
That YOU were suitable for me to build MY dream,
Fulfill my goals and visions - yet unforeseen
First thing's first: A "safe" haven is what you miss
All for YOUR exchange altar-trade - a dollar for a kiss....
the orchid lamp burns low against the screen of jade
a silver hairpin pierces the frozen musk
kingfisher quilt lies undone
eaglewood breathes unrisen dusk
dripping copper drains last watch
bronze worn where our first shadows seamed
morning mirror broken bride
embroidered sash unlaces on the hearthstone
the spring silkworm spun its chamber shut
silk wound against a bridal drum untouched
red wax sealed—spent wick weeps into the stele
beside the moonlit sill the brush-knife cleaves the charred core
the seal breaks at midnight
a single scent of eaglewood rises
Kunlun incense
rain on Kunlun has fallen for thirty years
water settles Kunlun-hore
the rain not yet wet
Something lite
She'd fetch
Boy is Deep
Steep keep leap Jeep peeped weeping
Sweeper creep
That sneak
Deet spray
No way
Jose
Way far out
Hey gay laid by the bay
Speak
Stray tame
Lame
Game
Jingle jungle
Dangle fumble
Wavy lazy Hazy daze
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Spree, mead spill
Krill thrill
Killer whale snail
Pale jail stale tale
Fail army sailor moon crescent
Wanton pondering fawn
At dawn spawn
Lawn care spare tire share
Hairdo spew unglued rude One Shoe knew
Hue of the cue that drew a muse too soon
Boom! Boom!
Line of Inquiry:
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” - Unseeking Seeker
a nightjar sang in ecstasy
its haunting melody reaching me
a kindred spirit in its reticence
due to our unassuming countenance
when love found me by the ceil blue stream
that wended among harsh words of the past
it was more than just a lifeline
to heal my bruised spirit
I lifted my head to the warmth of his words
as their caresses washed away my insecurities
under the bridal arch we promised fidelity
before the sun had set
Joy is sought when we look inward not outward
Peace is found when You Be Still and Know You Are Peace
My Peace is Your Peace
Tabernacle with me when You wish.
Agape is our destiny is already here
Home Welcome Home
Your hair is floral
Your bones are coral
Your saliva wine
I love your spice not swine
You face is a facet
My phone said,'' Pay your screen time's high!''
I said '' Dear Soso,prophets lie''
It buzzed again,''Repent,recharge!''
I blamed WI-FI,life at large.
It knows my heart,my cravings,my schemes,
My father's father, my memes.
I'd do anything to save my soul,
But how scroll to toward self-control?
Voice of note
I silently, wordlessly, listen to the voice of my heart.
Unaware of someone’s heartbeat,
I searched for my thirst in the rain,
but caught a cold —
who knows how long the rains will last.
I wish to open the chamber of my heart to see who all have called out to me.Since you left, my heart has bloomed with flowers of many colors,
but all hold only a two-day’s identity — the buds are afraid to enter my courtyard.
Let your smile bring fragrance to the air,
do not be afraid… do not be afraid… you too must listen to the voice of my heart.
This is for all my love girl's shall we dance OF our new love relationship devil kiss
With love,
Om Jagdish Bajantri
The victim (humor)
I was in my fifties when women found me desirable
And I became a victim of their lust.
The wife of a friend of mine came in as I came out
of the bathroom starkers.
I'm a moral person, but this was an unavoidable situation
So we ended up in bed until she fainted.
Women talk, I got a call from a woman who had a swimming pool
In the backyard, I drove there, but she wanted more
And more she got until she fell exhausted asleep.
I drove home, and my old girlfriend was outside my house
She was drunk, wanted more wine, I gave it to her, and she demanded
sex, happily, she fell asleep when she awoke, she thought
We had had sex, she had a shower, and wanted white wine
before driving home, kissing me warmly, asked me if she was
Good in bed reassured her that she was the best.
It was as if my sex life had reached a crescendo, a heart surgery
stabilized my emotional life; I should have taken the women
to court, I had only wanted to be friendly
And they used my goodness to their advantage, but it is too late
But I can complain to the # MeToo movement
A delicate dance, a subtle sway,
Expectations woven, in a societal way.
A woman waits, with passive gaze,
For a man to lead, with financial ways.
He pays the bill, the ring, the wedding fee,
The provider role, a lifelong decree.
She expects support, for herself and her kin,
A one-way street, where love may give in.
But some women defy, these norms so grand,
Contributing equally, hand in hand.
A true test of love, a gesture so fine,
When she invests, with a loving design.
Yet, in the courts, a different tale unfolds,
Assets divided, with a legal hold.
A woman shaped, by societal might,
To contribute little, in the dark of night.
A partner, not a burden, we must seek,
Emotionally and financially, a bond unique.
Let's break the mold, and redefine love's role,
A mutual journey, with a balanced soul.
It's a ghost she screamed
Then she fainted
But no darling
It was the spirit she drank
She's so high
Hennessy to be precise
Her vision was blurry.
Now she's unconscious
Right in my bedroom
She drank to stupor
The DJ overwhelmed her
I have no clue, what to do
I've poured her water
But she wants a kiss
She said; my kisses is the water of life.
I hope she wake up
Don't wanna lose her
I keep saying to myself
Silently while I wait
Then I heard a whisper
Kiss me once more
Your kiss is so soothing and liberating
I never knew she was pretending
Just to get a hold of me.
The foxes in my garden
Arrive at night to play
They had their fill of chicken
And so decide to stay
I crouch down on my haunches
And look into her eyes
The little one so trusting
She’s like her mother wise
I see how she has taught them
To fend well for themselves
But only Little Roxy
Has me so overwhelmed
She comes to me at midnight
For honey in a bowl
As I crouch down and watch her
I know my heart she stole.
The other three just run around
They eat and scatter fast
But Roxy and her mother
Make this encounter last
Magical
Loving
Veil.
(3-2-1 syllables).
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