you should really send
some magic Ink for the quill,
so that words flow
as they should,
and always do...

well Loved does bestow
upon ailing humanity,
all love and donate well too,
whatever there is to share,
it is shared with all of you.

albeit poets are not as rich
as a King nor Queen
nor so poor too...
since
the poverty line is relative
the slum dwellers have
air conditioners and BMW's
and wish all of you knew....

poetic
creativity
challenge
rhyme
rhythm
sound of music
praise self
by
others the vivacious:

blanch

Hidden winks

I still can't believe
that a man so sick
as thee
has the sense of humour
we all want to cherish
and among those
who feel like dead,
we want to banish…

you are the soul of life today,
exploit your illness,
in any way
as you may
but I shall never believe
that from the doldrums of agony,
they won't ever,
you relieve.

This universe has no beginning,
no end
that we mortals can claim knowledge of
Loved

BY JUDYANNE ....WITH HER PERMISSION
QUOTE....
''my nose and elbows always clean,
my hankie indispensable
my (undies,)........
spotless....
even through the slews
my independence maintained
as I use the fit utensil
to slice the piece of Eden
that I choose'''' BY JUDDYANNE ''UNQUOTE...

HOPE SHE WILL PERMIT OR I SHALL REMOVE IT...

long distance call

I really don't know
who all have read you so
and fully...
they work,
but I’m jobless..

An invitation to you
when I go across to the side
where GOD alone does reside
I shall send you an SMS
and a free ticket to ride
across the vast seas of expanse of time
then you are welcome...
to recite your Epic
as I shall have all the time
to enjoy most of it

Now my eyes droop in a slumber
your epic outpaces
the paras in number
that my brain
can contain..

Howz the kid?

love him
many women hanker
in the twilight for they desire
to see the sunrise effect
from last night's sojourn
but we can't reconcile
where the manliness of man had gone
and
left her warmed up oven forlorn
the morn of a dying kind surfaces
when most go in for IVF,
at least small mercies
God's gift
at times prove best
see the sun as a rising one,
its setting too somewhere tis true
but a positivity I wish to imbue, in you.

The Distant cry
is actually from within
the desire to sweep the past
the sunrise may come fast
and
wipe off the sweat of my brow
let flowers reek, perfume somehow
red, crimson and blue
let the times tolls be due
and
forget the loathe some
of a long distant occurrence
demise of thoughts of desperation
what ahead, does lie,
we hope to see from a closer distance
that's why dreams are the manifestations
of things gone astray
may the Lord
show you the right way.

SPERMAOVA

The war would be not worth it at all
if an ovum were to be displayed,
millions of sperms in array
all will go astray...
oh what a waste
a million times won’t help
an isolated sperm ,
the invisible one,
to in one ultimately dwell
so why the hell
display an ovum isolated
take the 1000 out
and in a row lay
then many varieties of sperms may,
fight to live another day...

The Fall
I just fell from a precipice.... though not too high...
fell on the back of my flat head...
heavens saved me
you want to know why?
coz I have yet to compose poems
without a score
and
many will learn from me.....all the more

Two things in life are for certain

CALAMITY

and

OPPORTUNITY

always come unannounced

Curtain!