With a deliberated ruse; she washed its tiny face with a soft washcloth.
With no resistance, she enfolded the wee infant into a swaddling cloth.
In the Autumn equinox, she placed the tiny form in the simple wooden box.
She watched them perform their antiquated burial tradition, and then she returned to the loose gray dirt.
She then headed home with a secret beneath her skirt.
Earlier during the dim of the day, while they were seeking each other for comfort.
And while superficial prayers were offered up with great effort.
She blew breath into the tiny mouth and massaged its tiny smooth chest.
And by the grace of God, the tiny infant was blessed.
Madame Blackwell by virtuous askew created a makeshift bundle and made a switch.
Her deed made unnoticed without a glitch.
No regret manifested in her heart.
No transient sorrow, in place was a spiritual upstart.
For retribution was pacified and made whole.
There was a righteous mood in her soul.
Justice was done.
For her, the sun's unsparing glory shone radiantly on her and her son.
Orchard of marvels
midst verdant-floral haven~~~
Eden's garden* scent...
Perfect paradise
granted by God for mankind~~~
yet now endangered...
Reaping consequence
we strive to protect nature~~~
as stewards at work
awaiting implementing rules and regulations
still being deliberated upon.
*Genesis 2:8 And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden…
December 15, 2020
Edited on December 15, 2022 (a blend of haiku and senryu)
Whizzlebuggled by the determined initiating committee
I ran screaming toward the ends of the river
Seeking asylum from the flock of the Status Quo of the Sixth Order
A robin flying overhead gave me a giggleberry feeling.
I deliberated starting my own murder of crows, only we would
name it a murder of peacocks, and I would turn into a male
as they are the extravagant ones.
A school of dippenlily fish offered me their assistance.
I did not take them up on it for my precognition kicked in
and I realized they had the same agenda as an army of
White Supremists.
So here I am, debating how to go about starting my
family, team or murder of peacocks.
First I have to transmogrify into a male
for the females are so damned plain.
As I lie,
My heart yearns for time
Of my past life
When I was cruel and blind.
I loved myself less,
Clouded by inclination of being loved.
Aspiration of being wanted,
Feeling wanted!
I had sleepless nights,
Cried myself to sleep;
Frustrated that I wasn't enough,
That I'll never be enough!
You pierced my heart
With deliberated actions and barbaric words
I apologized, even though you were wrong.
You pieced again! Till the last drop left my veins.
Now I lie,
Heart at ease and mind at peace.
I needed to lose you to find me.
I evolved, loving me better than ever!
Jasper Johns saw the number eight,
And he was illuminated,
Then he started to speculate:
A lonely number should be mated,
I need something with more weight,
And the obvious he deliberated:
Paint with numbers my good man,
I’ll draw them from the colours in my can!
When I began to paint canvases, all of my girls had
one hair color, they were monochrome.
I was fearful of trying anything else.
Timid.
Hesitant.
Unsure, not wanting to waste supplies.
Canvases are expensive.
I shocked myself the first time I decided to
try two colors. That was four years ago, but I
remember the agony it caused, as I deliberated
about wasting an eight dollar canvas.
Today I have put together a girl with five hair
colors, and I am deliberating about adding a sixth.
I have painted five such girls in the past week.
Evolution is a beautiful time, and experience
makes you daring.
Outside, the new moon shines, a clamor of voices yell, “Come outside.”
Remember. Last year, at this time we watched the eclipse of the moon. Don’t you remember?
Horse had to kick from biting flies late that evening, connecting with the other horse.
Intentions to be deliberated, faulty tempers are not always so misinterpreted intentions?
Greater patience, with horse and rider leaves, nothing greater.
Consider when you ride the horse, not to let the dust settle. Other you might want to consider.
Future would be better, if freedom was worth the future.
Building in nature’s breath as it fashions out the venerable old building.
3/7/2018
Repeated word in front and back of the sentence.
Often in my life,
I deal with hated strife!
Through many ways,
yet no one pays.
It seems so needless,
The burdens I carry.
For in this life,
I have nothing to prosper from.
It seems so endless,
The worry I bear.
For from nothing came nothing,
but yet I still care.
Tell me this,
Yes, I am sick.
I cling to this & that,
There is a season & a reason,
for my deliberated indecision!
Often I turn to the sky,
to look for help from the Almighty Eye,
I do not know where to go,
for I have been both here & there,
You tell me this,
Am I right or wrong?
Tiranga (Tricolour)
First unfurled, was the Indian tricolor;
on Everest, the world's highest peak.
All the three colours are deliberated
to give some message and speak.
Dark saffron, white and Indian green,
the three colours of Indian national flag;
all in horizontal rectangular bars,
top to bottom, respectively placed.
Green band at bottom tells Indians,
grow with greenery and agriculture;
White band in middle of it, gives us
message of peace, truth and culture.
Saffron says, be brave and courageous,
don't hesitate to sacrifice if nation needs;
Wheel of twenty four spokes at centre tells,
on the path of progress always proceed.
Made of hand spun Indian cloth, Khadi,
at one hand symbolises pride of nation;
Design and colour on the other, say symbolically
what ought to do the great Indians.
On every Independence and republic days
Tiranga is unfurled widely in the country.
That reminds the people; be nice, graceful,
peaceful, prosper and keep in mind your duty.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
Even if I feel there's nothing more to give,
death may come but I choose to live.
I'll read her goodbye letter to open my eyes,
and keep my nightmares of when she cries.
I'll keep climbing up and away from the cliff,
even if I feel there's nothing more to give.
I kept a small promise from her cowardly lies,
my life is contingent on her disturbing goodbyes.
When she slowly killed her counterfeit disguise,
I deliberated all her premeditated whats and whys.
Even if I feel there's nothing more to give,
it's not fair her final weeks I must relive.
For so long I blamed myself for her demise,
I'm disgruntled and lived with constant scrutinize.
I must live to be free from being so vindictive,
even if I feel there's nothing more to give.
Rhyme Scheme: AABB-AABB-BBAA-BBAA
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 28, 2016~
Psyche a thing, mainly planned of divine craze,
Not the product perpetuate by singular technical base;
Or an effective assumption made in artistic race,
Universally accepted creed prove its multi logic trace.
As psyche ever enjoys, boon of immortality
Preserve truth magnetism surely not loose symphonic authority:
No bar can move psyche frequent all round voluntarily,
Truth may try in lap posses extreme poverty,
Psyche is somewhat deliberated having a vengeful nature,
Holding power to bruise her foe with vulgar;
Same bold pace of truth aghast a feigner,
Alteration in many live reveal perhaps specific character.
Hence, I say truth is another form of psyche,
Neither it can obliterate nor meet rejoice.
got into the shower
as he’d done a million
times before &
down below in the bottom
o’er where the tub meets
the floor,
there was a
black bug making its
way to crawl up the man’s
leg,
and for a minute
(before squashing it) he
hesitated, rather than
stomp him away---
he wondered just how
long that bug’d been
roaming round the tub,
he wondered how much
longer that bug thought
he had to go,
he deliberated that bug’s
usefulness in the “greater
scheme of things,”
while at the same time
excogitating his own
complete lack of meaning &
so rather than crush
out that bug’s last breath
of life,
he made the effort to avoid
him
whilst scrubbing &
shampooing that night.
I sat down, and with a frown
I contemplated, i debated
I considered all, i deliberated them all
With an answer i failed to come up with.
Help i sought,insight i found not
Indecision i met, lost i felt
I knew not, what to or not
Confused,tormented and troubled i was.
My friends Rosie, Hammond and me
Had insomnia and were in the kitchen one Sunday
Discussing The Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention
We wined and dined and had a good old time,
Hammond in his Spandex boxer shorts and
me feeding Tid- Bits of Listerine soaked tissue
to my crazy, vacuum salesman biting Bichon Friese,
"Are we going to go to that gig?" we all asked eath other
After all, the convention was held on a UFO.
"Ahh, heck, maybe we should go," we deliberated
"Otherwise we may be in Dire Straits and infiltrated!"
So hence we went- to the Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention
Speaker talked about lunar craters and wormholes.
Me, I was drifting off to sleep, as Rosie
held her hands to her ears as if in pain-
Hammond asked,"What is there to gain? Let's go
and blow this idiot convention."
There was nothing to gain except a fun way to go
Riding around in a UFO.
A. Green
all leaflets green, hack down in spring
to trim the plant, for pleasant scene
sea wave surge wild, but at shore collapse
roar all that left behind, of wave that breath last
drop of tears glide, on cheeks dried
for no one to wipe, in loneliness cried
poems deliberated, on fountain of thoughts
but left unheard, those unsought lines scribbled
a canvas deserted, in blackhole of desires,
art at its best, remains mystery unsolved
in storm of death, began a love perfect
all that matter, lover to be secure
person found eternity, alone in cemetery
soul still clings, to the forbidden self-reality
a thought rushed to live, beyond paradigm
dreams hard to catch, those untimely left
…raHUL
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