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Editing - rough draft

TONIGHT is NOT THE LAST

Oh !
night runs so mysteriously
gradually slowly
like the River in the darkness
silently

all sleep
none can hear it
even if it is snoring/roaring

O what a night
tonight can be
the devils are watching clearly

Is it the last night
o no no no
not at all surely

but it is just another silenced night
passing by steadily
like that last night
went

"Men are from Mars, women are from Venus"

If Coron becomes a fashion
every woman decides to follow,
will they then maintain the passion
for shopping, today and tomorrow?
Will they give the safe distance a heck
or care not to exchange kisses?
They'll sure at least have a hand-shake
-(guess that part no lady misses) :)
But men are much wiser, aren't they?
They care more for health issues.
They'll only risk going out to pay
for sanitizers and tissues.

But saying women don't care,
Man! Mum's the word, be aware!

H2O Recycled

She wipes garish makeup from her lips
because she's stoned,
a loner in the silent metropolis.
She flushes me down fauces,
labyrinths man conceals
in a maze of urban paradoxes,
forgetful of my sacred heritage.

Unreal age, rush and noise of city days:
Mums and lunch-hour dawdlers
unroll synthetic mats on grass
to broil their skin with U.V. rays,
sacrificial beasts on beer-can altars.

Be encourage

Stay positive in times like these
this to shall pass
life changes
managed times
rewind.

A lifestyle.

Silence

Dresses all in black
gently tiptoeing into the room
heading into the shadows like a
brooding beatnik waiting
for a turn to speak
golden tresses cascading down her shoulders

she subtly makes her presence known
smells like the start of winter and whispers
like the first snowfall of the year

you can taste her in the pristine snowflakes
falling on your tongue as you face
the heavens

in her down-time she
crochets custom-fit blankets from clouds
so you can feel her comfort when you
need it most

DAWN OF THE NEW YEAR (April Contest)

I sit and shiver in the dark
awaiting this year's first new day
bathed in starlight cold and stark
as the old year quietly slips away
...My thoughts wander as I wait

The silence gives me room to brood
about the last year's fails and foibles
and the wrinkles I've accrued
from twelve more months' toils and troubles
...My breath fogs as I contemplate

The Imprudent Wager (April Contest)

I'll wager my man drubs the bout,
I'll wager my cards win;
I'll bet you think, without a doubt,
That gambling is a sin.

I'll risk my bottom dollar
That all the good and wise,
Or any learned scholar,
Despise the gaming guise.

I'll wager my horse takes the race
And I enhance my stake;
He'll run and run to gain a place,
The winning post to make.

#What doctors say: Stay Home_Stay Safe

Let's see what else can we do
Other than locked down:

Maybe reading more
About this crowned thing
Called Corone;
How does it behave,
How does it's behavior
continuously change,

However, let not this take your whole time,
Remember not to forget
to keep in touch,

Reach friends and neighbors
Through the safe distance
Or through the phone.

Night is Young

Every night
before I sleep
get a feeling
am young still

as I slumber deep
can no more sleep
with open eyes
i sweep across my life
as it passes by

Then I twist and twirl
my body says stay still

no one knows
whether I am alive
my night passes
steadily
hoping I will live

Though deaf
I can hear clearly
the sun's rays
smile at me

Faulty Memory

I saw my old neighbor down the street;
He talked about his health and that
His once clear mind had turned to rust—
Which I could tell by his chit-chat . . . .

And then I mentioned Grummelman.

"Who’s Grummelman," he asked perplexed,
His eyes submerged in blankest stare.
I told him how Clyde Grummelman
Was now beyond all earthly care—

"Good ol’ Clyde Grummelman," I mused.

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