You Will Go Places

You should leave the bay

For this is your day

There is no telling

How much you’ll be yelling

Just how far you will go

Since you’re now a pro

With no brains in your head

No limits to your spread

It’s amazing what you can do

I should take a cue from you

You can go anywhere

Barrier are what you tear

The world is wide

And you won’t hide

The choices are yours

In scores and scores

You will go places

And win races

Fences walls and doors

Not enough to break your tours

You can stay in many a town

Or meet with many a Crown

You can travel far

With or without a car

You can go with the flow

It’s your time to tell and show

Join the parades

Or raid all the aides

Soar with the daredevils

Go above their levels

Meddle with the best

Giggle with the rest

And when you slump

That’s still a trump

You will rise and laugh

Again at other’s gaffe

And if you bump

Others  will plump

For you  may be a grain

One with no ordinary reign

You make people call in

Surrendering  to allergies

Not minding  their strategies

You are the pollen grain

Riding your season train

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Mold

No need to run

The future will catch you

Don’t woo the cheap message

Peddled by the fear-mongers

The odds are not against you

They are idle stacks of numbers

The odds are not for you

Numerals don’t break a sweat

You are enthroned  endlessly

In the center

Of the season of change

The climate of fear is looming

But the weather is still your villein

The boom showers they promised

Are forever impending

The mold for tomorrow

Lies between your palms

A man’s heart may lie to him

But his hands are never deceptive

 

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Clasp

The stars above are peeping

At this carnal carnival

The gyrations of our hips

 

These soulful glances we revere

The music of your heartbeat

Drawing me to you

To a sphere seen by only two

Like the charm of the countryside

Do you see the thirst in my eyes

 

They are the witnesses

The quiet spectators shining down

On a moment that locks

Our sinus rhythms into one

They are beaming with joy

They are hurtling away

The clouds are giving us the cues

They are cuddling

Or maybe its just my eyes

 

I see the glitter of your  covering

The shimmering glow of your skin

I think the stars are kissing

Two twinkled sparks merged into one

Right over our heads

The sky has ruled in our favor

We may now embrace the night

As much as ourselves

 

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Monolith

Our house is made of glass

Should have opted for brass

Old Nick cannot grow past

Throwing  fast stones

Old Nick can’t seem to cease

Wielding pebbles

He wants to be gentle

But not weak as lentil

He wants to be manly

He wants it so badly

He is a bit hurried

Much as he is worried

And wondering

What he will carve

With the monolith

We  all gave to him

 

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Orchids In A Bunch

These orchids in a bunch

Had seeds from the strange coasts

Once buried below the topsoil

But rose from bottom up

 

These flowers in a bunch

Were tired poor and wretched

But huddled onto the golden shore

Sacrificing the blossoms in the bosoms

 

These orchids in a bunch

Are refined than they were yesterday

Breeding changing colorful petals

Forging through thick and thin

 

These flowers in a bunch

Bear thorns that latched only onto hope

As they braved the ruthless oceans

Taking the risks that men dread

 

These orchids in a bunch

Have stalks thick and strong

Building the link that bridges

The  future into our lifetimes

 

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Exhale

 

Our ropes have been released

Just tangled in time and places

Our feet can go anywhere

The landslide has not subsided

We can speak all we want

The sirens are set to muffle

And fly anywhere we desire

The cockpit is sync to ramdom

The doors are there to open

Just seeking to find the keys

We are trudging and marching

Till the wing-clippers go home

Our zero has just arrived

He is wearing a hero’s mask

On the wings of opulence

We are waiting to triumph

 

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Charm

I thought you look beautiful

But that’s not lovely enough

To describe the elegance of your ensemble

Or the fine reality of moments with you

You have blossomed magnificently

Like a superb carving of budding orchids

 

 

I thought you look excellent

But that’s not wonderful enough

To depict the ornate motions of your members

Or the fragile sensible twerks you make

Your gestures are crafted perfectly

Like water from  virgin spring showers

 

 

I thought you look alluring

But that’s not delicate enough

To portray your subtle slinky attitude

Or the multitude of your muted contrasts

You revealed that nothing

Is charming until it’s different

 

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