thousand
colours beacon
of hope and love
is the key
where I be
if not in your heart
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Tag Archives: beauty
Sinners and saints
Desires ignored,
deeds no match
throw away wine
Holy water to fetch
Repent, promises
is there a catch
Just no logical
Observable or fathomable
guarantee, that
Heaven will be there
Angels will care
Dames will share
Love, kindness
Such is this
sexist promise
Some sinners
Trying destiny
Admiring mutiny
Go for the kill
The whole hog
Still, yes, still,
Desires unfulfilled
Misunderstood guilt
Palaces built
Demolished, rebuilt
No satisfaction
In each situation
Just live and die,
Only God knows why…
Life extraordinaire
First, foremost
spread love
Annihilate hate
Don’t ever ever
wait for fate
helping others
should never cease
in tough times
death, disease
Trust in Divine’s
abound affection
patience, contentment
serene satisfaction
kiss disenfranchised
make them fly
even if you
had to lie
all this before
you gracefully die
moments are slow
life goes fast
every day
pretend
it is your last
Purpose of life
It is so hot, and I wear a coat
attend all guests, clean the moat
smile in front, frown in the shade
could you imagine the life I had
day in, day out, clock tick tocks
Luck sits up a tree, jeers and mocks
old age coming soon, nothing to boast
none will remember, this chubby friendly host
Prisoner of cupola
A beautiful dame of uncertain fame
been captured, gold-cuffed in a solitary loft
Each day she cries, asks Almighty why
is the fate of late has venom and hate
a family of meagre means, happily ate beans
content in that simple existence, mutual assistance
forgotten denizen of a small town,
plain cloth worn without any frowns,
what have I done, what could be done
to remove the curse, bring life back in verse
bad omens reverse, an ordinary universe
Answer to that is No, when rich and powerful
set eyes on beautiful, lilies in a dirty pond,
who won’t abscond, will not bond,
to dirty money, shores darkly sunny,
refuse to become their beautiful bunny,
they are captured and killed, or willed
as such, thrown money and much
to lure in a lie, deceit and wry
smirks, bodies bought, souls, thoughts,
left behind in simple family homes,
and most beautiful, innocent
girls left crying in grand domes
their destiny is all but sealed, truth revealed
there is no God for the poor, no justice for the weak
world full of death of dreams, screams, crushed squeak
of gold adorned, silk worn, gorgeous dames
locked in a cupola to match their fate and fame
all days still glitter but all are the same
until that moment, a smile returned and death came
Colour Kandy
Green, blue,
which shade are you
I am spring,
all colours I bring
I am pretty mad,
in dark pink purple red
A hole in my heart
everything you see,
whatever it be, it is me,
heart and soul own,
as known, the one who burned,
turned, in the shallowest of sleep,
heart bleep, threat turning hollow,
pride swallows, and let it show,
ashamed of passion, let it glow,
world laughs, so what, wind blows
I sense her from thousand miles
that sweet smell, travelling through mist
carrying most vivid dreams of one day
will be Sunday, when you and I meet
in the same cobbled street,
underneath half lit lamp,
on a damp, freezing morn
when your cold hand need warmth
you put it on my burning heart
a new beginning, brilliant start
Oh, I can see that beautiful time
coming soon, serene, sublime
almost touchable in Throxenby Lane
through my hospice window pane
