poems

[L]ike poems, cruising carves privacy out of public spaces. Poems are a kind of private communication that occurs in public speech. And I think cruising is that too: a training in reading occult codes; a way of seeing a significance in the world that most people don__ see.

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

Break out to go out___________________The birds dare to break the egg shellIt does so in order to get out of that HellWhen it finally succeeds, it__l then flyTo its comfort zone it__l say byeAre you being confined in a small spaceHow long will you remain at that place?Before you can explore more territories,Break away from the former glories.Yesterday__ excellence is today__ averageYou must strive to be better age after ageNever accept the available mediocrityAs the only preferable opportunityDecide to grow from below to heroAnd make it a point to vacate level zeroReach out and arise with powerGod__ blessings on you, will showerAgree to grow, never attempt to be slowBe not afraid. Never doubt. You__l flowThe grace of God will be your guideTaking you along, side by side.

This wobbly worldhost to insects and lintand a thousand pithy waysto feel unserious each minuteIt brings abouta great softening of the mind, likethe clouded edges of sea glass (thisfilter you could download and apply)A poultice or an opiate,rigidly individual. Aloneand erasing sentences to splinters.(Poem No. 5)

At any time, and under any circumstances of human interest, is it not strange to see how little real hold the objects of the natural world amid which we live can gain on our hearts and minds? We go to Nature for comfort in trouble, and sympathy in joy, only in books. Admiration of those beauties of the inanimate world, which modern poetry so largely and so eloquently describes, is not, even in the best of us, one of the original instincts of our nature.

A short poem from my new book, The Lost Journal of my Second Trip to Pergatory, Thorny CrownsOf course the gold one was for special occasions, weddings, etc,silver for family reunions, office-casual type affairs.Bronze was a everyday choice; during yard work its burnished surface shone in sunlight.There were various colors and holiday appropriate ones.I could never find the hatboxes they were stored in.But the wooden one was reserved for the long suffering caused by family.Stevie__ funeral, my hospital trips and sister__ rebellion rated real wood. One tip filed extra sharp produced a fine and dramatic line of blood droplets on her brow.

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

There lived a poet in the lands of gold,Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold,His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold,His only motive: lives to mould

Caution: Poems are sweeter than chocolates.

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy

Live a life that leaves a memory, nobody can steal.

YOU have to design your own Price tag for the world.

For all those who say its a Man world. Respect Women Its their World we are just guest here

IF you want to be a winner than follow one simple rule and feed it in your mind. Take each task and work as " Do it yourself project.

The only principle of Success in Life :"You must be present to win.

No matter what goals you set to accomplish always remember there is a thing known as Life which you should never forget to live and enjoy

THE Biggest enemy of Truth is known as Facts in our Society

MISUNDERSTANDING" arises only when you see the things with Closed Eyes