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 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Vanita vats
I
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Vanita vats
I
Softly touched
Your trunk
You whispered to sit with me
To pour his energy
To melt away all my worries
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Vanita vats
जाग कर नदी
भागती हुई सी करती
पिया पहाड़ का ऋंगार
नवीन उल्लास से भरी
कहीं अठखेलियाँ करती
तो कहीं पिया से
सकुचाती सी खड़ी
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Vanita vats
इन
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Vanita vats
खिलखिलाते बच्चों की खुशबु ने
थके से चेहरों पर मुस्कान बिखेर दी
ज़िंदादिली की लकीरें खींच दी
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Vanita vats
Let
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Vanita vats
Let
Your pain take rest in peace
In the shell of your heart
It will grow into a pearl
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Vanita vats
With their little fingers
Carving few words on earth

I found those words unfamiliar and unknown

I asked them
"What are you writing kids?
No word is readable"

Girl came near to me and whispered
" These are love words
No one other than us can read these

This is code language of love
We invented for us"
It spread a smile on my face.
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
David J
A good conversation is one never said
And the best place to go is in my own head

The more that I grow, the more that I find
With only myself can I have peace of mind

But sometimes I consider all that could be
If I found someone who was abstract like me

Passing by as we share the same thought
But as we are who we are, It is all for naught.
There are endless things I could ponder
But my mind will always wander

Though unruly my thoughts may be
I take in it all and embrace being me
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Mateuš Conrad
a smile is half a kiss. /
   a smile is half of a kiss...
little woe of all that awe
in translation on the pivot: of...
that smiling is the other
half of kissing... while tenderly:
a tone of eyes blinking...
that other secret: also insinuating
(a) kiss (kiss)...


per citation (if required):

'atan from the Seventh Grade (Polish: Szatan z siódmej klasy) is a 1960 Polish romance film directed by Maria Kaniewska. Based on the 1937 novel Satan from the Seventh Grade by Kornel Makuszyński, it is considered a classic children's film in Poland.

mein gott:
die sprache des volkes
früher war es
so schön,
als ob:
für die Menschen
             / vom Volk...
macht nichts...
Deutsche ich kann schlachten:
mein Polnisch vorrecht.
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Mateuš Conrad
house card: green...
i am the earthly king
with the king of sea
and night:
gentle girl:
you don't want to distort
angels
with creatures..
with demoniacs....
   house: goes green
the color of the iris
of my eyes:
remember me: Mu'adib:
and that Hebrew compound:
Kakerz Makadiim....
i am!
the Ha-Kerz Ma-Kadiim!

Dizzy busy Gieleseppe...
Gilette Gills Etsby...
black man....
serpentine analogy
with Pufff ufffn'
   soilers alert with schlez:
with my Brtizkireg
a second York third...
only a second Warchau..

french composers...
the famous 6...
oh 6 6 6
O
lk=ike a crcufix:

                    6
           9        O       7


                     0b
                    P
                    2 Z S

                  on the footnotes
of analogy
this second devil nailed
to a tree:L=

                  upon the curse of wine
then man doubled down
into ***** and whiskey:
man rebelled against the demigods
angels like jesus...
man rebelled!
i rebel! i no longer protest!
Ronin-Christianity!

           i d=ont protest:
i rebell against Christianity!
i will join my brother:
whether youj like it or not!

bowl me a soup
so that i might mouth a spoon
and the ice cream
of a full moon.
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Rob Rutledge
Ronin
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Rob Rutledge
What worries the weapon more than peace?
That sheath that seeks to still its story.
When kings grow old and tire of schemes
And children dream no more of glory.

What becomes the warrior
When heroes live only in song?
When there is no one left to conquer
And every battle has been won.

When the wind no longer speaks of steel
And mountains have forgot our name.
When all that's left are memories
Of the fallen, Of the shame.

Worry not though for the blade.
Spare no thought toward the sword,

For peace shall fall to slumber.

War will wake once more.
 Nov 2024 Àŧùl
Rai
Fingertips
In  doughnut jam
I licked my lips
And it began

You came up slowly from behind
And moved serenely to the side
I held my breath
And you did say
It’s for your soul
That I do pray  

The devil in
the machine

I heard the crowd roar
And then they clapped
And wanted more

Foolish games
Wicked spells
The youth I own
Had left as well

Now stand I
A foolish fellow
Who wishes
More than ever
That Id stayed mellow

But no I jumped up
Ready for battle
My armour made a mighty rattle

I saw you off
You I will slaughter
Now keep away from my daughter x
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