Poem of 2024

ajay said:



https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UOn-uIDk-oE&pp=ygUWd2hlbiB0aGUgcmVkIHJlZCByb2Jpbg%3D%3D

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Nice one on the books.📗📕📘
Give me a link and I'll swell your coffers.🙃

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Physical Books only. There is one in Amazon called "Vampire Squid Killed by a 3D Printed Periapt" in collaboration with Cat Deal, a former DU member. Haven't heard from him for a long time.

Flashing Lights

...nice song. Amazing that they are available now in YouTube

when the twilight is a fading glow
beacon of life tell a tale of woe
the star is now a distant light
the fading glow signaling night

once strong stark and bold
standing as a sentinel with stories told
of bravery with audacious breath
never minding there lurks death

dances of love rhythmic embrace
not seeing shadows on fragile face
moments not seen, lost and found
thinking love last forever no end

with the zenith of the sun
reaper will make his stand  
a smile a wink and a guiding hand  
he takes us forward to the inevitable end  


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-SllzH8D4A

'Hey, Grace! Give Me a Bump Start!' 👒

There is no petrol in the tank tonight.
The battered poem simply will not go.
It sits inert, its engine saying 'No!'
refusing every pleading to ignite.
The fuel of inspiration's locked up tight
behind a door. The key? He doesn't know.
Though everywhere he's searched, both high and low,
it stubbornly remains far out of sight.
So, is the poem doomed, and not to start,
its driving life come to a sorry end?
Will not its wheels begin to turn again?
Will now it rust, then sadly fall apart,
a broken wreck impossible to mend?
But then it's done! He grins, puts down his pen. 🙃

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SGyOaCXr8Lw&pp=ygUac3RhcnQgbWUgdXAgcm9sbGluZyBzdG9uZXM%3D

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I only read real books. No e-rubbish for me!🙃 It's in me basket. 📗

Bump Start

hi there let our laughter rolls  
let us giggle and be playful souls  
let's talk about bums and bumps  
just be happy and silly with joyful jumps  

there's bums and wiggle
there's bums that jiggle
the coins they collected on a sunny day
and bums that bounce and sway    

then there are bumps on muddy trails  
bumps made by roots in jungle paths
bumps that hurts when head meet wood
bumps on noses aquiline or snub

shall we bump the bum
or make him scram
should we make him sing
or sit on our bum together cling

are our bums with bumps
gathered from childhood glory
will we hear the sad bum
tell his story