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Emptiness

you quest the deep
I explored seasons ago
we are now,
both,
...empty

DOOMED SOLDIER

Hey ya'll ! Thought I'd get a bit of feedback before I decide to stream this...............

We've been there in every war
since 1812, maybe before
doomed, I have no idea why
to always fight and never die

Where ever brave men hate and fight
our platoon is within sight
with haggard faces and blank eyes
our conversations marked by sighs

And we remember each foe killed
both the cowards and strong willed
their looks of shock, complete surprise
appear each time we close our eyes

carnage splendour

when Neopoet
went offline
and then I followed
it slowly to know
that all the works
were lost
I felt and still do
feel a careful desperate
loss

and an extraction of truth
that nothing is ever
truly certian in the world

I am glad to be back
that Neopoet is here

thank you

REALISTIC LOVERS OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY

The Taj Mahal

Is for ever
An everlasting image
For the homage paid
By any lover
Worth his salt
To his loved one.
A perpetual rose

It takes twenty years,
20000 men
And
Then money's worth
Of 20 crores INR
Convert into dollars
Billion upon billion
Then alone the love of life
Remains alive

As an example of love
For years a trillion billion
Short of eternity
Shah Jehan and Mumtaj Mahal
Still meet

Love Ain’t Blind Yet

My Poem

My Poem
This poem will fade away,
Like a warm summer’s leaf,
Shades of palm trees
We suffer
The higher
The less it does shelter.

#3

adopting advise
everyone's "outside the box"
inside becomes out

An Awkward Contraction

what it's
is
what it's
not
what it's
not

Why Do They Come!

Why Do They Come!
Oh Rose,
They come yelling,
At the top of their croaking voice
We love thy poetry,
Silently they say,
Like hell!
Meaning exactly

His First Love

Poetic showers,
Song, blanket
Pulling, breathless breathing,
pushing
Heaving
This is a cute and maiden
Pornographic measure of ecstasy
Triond has permitted
As it scores in dignified decency
The gradual lust
Slowly rises the masculinity,
As orgasms
He her first
The feminity
Laps all juices of joy
A flower full of petals strewn
For the bee or boy
To sexily enjoy

A Scruffy Old Man

belly pot
unkempt
crusty
crustier talk
cranky
cantankerous
curmudgeonly
but, not mean
he just doesn't do
that "jive act"
anymore
he wears the same face
his death mask will show

that,
despite all other misgivings,
is refreshing

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