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My Dear Poet Jan 2022
Speak not
of what you’re thinking
nor boast of your doing
for as much as you are willing
Just do that, that you do

Don’t brag of who you once were
Nor gloat of what you’ll be
just become what you’re being
and from all, and in all
be free
The greatest ******* in life is our attachment to peoples acknowledgement and appreciation of us. Be you.
Zywa Jan 2022
See the Olympus,

really, right here in Turkey --


was Greece in the past.
Olympos was a city near today's Çirali (Antalya)

'Außer sich' ('Beside Myself', 2017, Sasha Marianna Salzmann)

Collection 'Ya, a tightrope walk'
Bluepetal Jan 2022
My mind,
Shaping the melancholy

My heart,
Lamenting in agony

My pride
Rejoicing, claims victory

My self
Succumbing, tired & weary

My downfall
Blaming, nobody but me…
That pen was not just
another pen like,
Was close to his heart
soothing moonlike.

He bought that pen
after paying huge cost,
That was one reason
he liked that most.

For sbowing status for
showing the fame,
What he had achieved  
position and name.

Pen was a symbol for
flaunting repute,
That he was on top this
no one dispute.

It reminds him also
reminds the all,
He reached at the top
after many so fall.

But one day in office
that pride was lost.
It was that pen that he
liked the most.

He doubted in office
workers and staff,
At times in office
abruptly he laugh.

He had suspicion on
ally and friend.
Driver & sweeper too
themselves to fend.

One day in office clerk
found  that pen.
Was hidden in file and  
lying since then.

He wished to say sorry
and  admit the guilt.
His ego but came in
his way as a hilt.

Ajay Amitabh Suman:
All Rights Reserved
In many cases, a man is willing to apologize for something he has done wrong, but his ego stands in the way. What could be the result of this, except regretting the mistake?
Amina Nov 2021
A working-class culture demands
a Male teacher and a Female learner.
The teacher's framework:
  high, counter, shock
(cultural)
The learner's profile:
  acceptance, patience, tolerance
(humane)
The medium:
Living in Britain (besides a whole setting of temptation)?
Visiting Britain (with a firm sensation).
The threat of change, mobility, then?
None (a Home).
You are rich (sarcastically)?
I am;
I am the most
  average,
  common,
person you may ever know in town
(a proud Algerian).
in culture and civilization class
Nickolas J McKee Oct 2021
I hear the deserts of the singing,
Calling me,
Wandering forth tears of a Spirit.
For many walks I lessen my pride,
Wondering,
Is it You calling me to heareth?
Mad before, I have ransacked some woods,
Treasures lost…
Finally awoken to find worth.
I’m gonna give them all what they want,
Never found…
For them to realize this is all Earth.
Let them cry, love, heal - all to find way…
Here - I am a dead man anyway…
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Parang ang lahat ng ilaw ay may kakumpitensya.
Habang ang lahat ng nagliliwanag
At kumikinang sa gabing mahiwaga’y
Nagtatagisan kung sino ba ang pinaka-nakasisilaw –
Kung sino ang pinakamaganda.

Ni isa sa kanila'y ayaw matabunan,
Ni ayaw nilang sila'y mahigitan
Kaya naman maging sa kanilang pagtulog,
Ay dinadalaw pa rin sila ng kani-kanilang kagustuhan.

Ni hindi makahimbing ang mga alitaptap
Na nagpapalamon sa nanunuksong alab.
At tila ba walang katapusan ang paglikha
Pagkat sa pagsapit ng panibagong umaga'y
Iba na naman ang isasabit
At magpapakitang gilas ng kanyang ningning.

Ngunit ang lahat sa kanila’y
May mga aninong umaakap patungo sa dilim.
Nagtatago sa lilim ng kani-kanilang lihim,
Walang mukhang maiguhit
Kundi tanging pangalang minsang naiukit
Upang panandaliang magbigay-kulay at magbigay-buhay.

At sabay-sabay silang manghihina;
Maghihikahos na daig pa ang nanlilimos ng lakas –
Ng liwanag, ng kasiguraduhang maari pa silang bumangon.
At mahahandugan pa ng pangalawang pagkakataon.

Ngunit sa kabila ng kanilang paghihikahos,
Ay kusang mamamatay ang kanilang mga apoy
Na minsang sinindihan ngunit niyurakan
Ng sarili nilang mga apoy.
Brett Oct 2021
How can you ask a man
Who loves you,
About the man you love?

If I was lesser than
I may play pretend and spin a thread
That pulls you closer to the center of my web.
         But,

My love is a field of a thousand faceless corpses.
Each one a time when I swallowed pride, and
Gave you my mouth
So you could smile wide.
          Little Lady,

Can you not see this calm bravado
Relies solely
On my never-blinking eyes.

For even a wink would have this city sink
Beneath
This grief I trap in ink.
You woke up and only met the sun today
          Because,

In the dead of night
I cupped your pain, and
Drank your inclement weather like bottled rain.
Why me? You ask the man you once loved, about the man you now love. Caught in a paradox.
Karijinbba Sep 2021
Spirit soaring
high
not just flying by
my own sky
bit shy yet bloom fully
with pride in petals few
freedom beauty
before the fall
Enter mine eye
apeacing, kind
bubbly as champagne
willow it's all right
on this mirror wall
a note by and by
yours or only mine.
La rose magnifique.
trust exults
understanding
of love's rose in bloom
~~~~
Karijinbba
https://youtu.be/QqVPPLAhAus
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