Poem 333 : Normalising Actions

 Normalising Actions

                                - T ABRAHAM

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Days gone past without being fast,

Speeding up and gearing the most,

Soon starting to glare and distress,

Blank stares and emptied witness,

Sharp words and tongues playing,

The games of hit, rush and smash,

Unleashing the normal conditions,

Undeterred and determined spirits,

Directions directing the highways,

Boarding and heading very faraway,

Resilience standing unsilenced,

Loud enough it sounds and heard,

Standing amidst cloud and doubt,

Always seen amidst heavy crowd.

Poem 332 : Unbled Wounds

Unbled Wounds

                            - T ABRAHAM

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A dying rose lying in the garden,

With its petals and greens intact,

Meeting its death on mother land,

A hand which tried to hold it back,

Could only hold onto the thorns,

Piercing and gushing out blood,

To bring life to the fading petals,

Wounds that bleed feeling no pain,

But the eternity speaks with no gain,

Petalled rose being soaked in red,

Both meeting their final destiny,

Crushed hands clutching the rose,

The grab drops and so does the life,

Departs away within one toss.

Poem 331 : Not So Sweet

Not So Sweet

                          - T ABRAHAM

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Sugared candies and cakes,

Bakery with breads in bakes,

Staleness turned to delicacy,

Ruptured the softness within,

Greater pains following up,

Rotten apart greatly in pain,

Tastes testing the willingness,

Turning and tuning the burns,

Where the need not being met,

Because of greed being swept,

Improperly done and incomplete,

Nowhere given to strongly compete,

Blooming desires bringing gloom,

Rapture in the gut like handloom,

Mixing and turning rapidly within,

Painful limbs and a sored persona,

Bitterness taken like candies,

To fix the rapturing and churning,

Where the bitterness leads and runs,

Finally for cheering and curing.

Poem 330 : Caffeinated Effects

 Caffeinated Effects

                               - T ABRAHAM

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The dullest and darkest part,

Dimmer and smoky light dart,

Smog of the day moves apart,

The silence of gloom depart,

Only once will the day be seen,

Day with the light swallowed,

But the energy is never hollow,

Voided being kept un-avoided,

Caffeine smelling like a dime,

Fresh and roasted to be toasted,

And never will it become wasted,

Sipped and tasted without chunks,

Smog filling the air and tongue,

More grace and praise flowing,

Clear and clever in following,

Twisted but never bursted away,

The pall of sleepiness and fatigue,

Departs forever away in the bay.

Poem 329 : Done And Dusted

 Done And Dusted

                               - T ABRAHAM

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Starting off to muddle at first,

Out of an anxiously new thirst,

Wavering droplets begin to burst,

Flowing rivers and heated liquid,

Floating and fleeting of a squid,

Holding and clinging to multitude,

An unchanging and steady attitude,

Stepping upon the land to produce,

A heart that does not pant or faint,

Colours without the brush to paint,

Making a harmonious disharmony,

When it drips and shatters to pieces,

The sharpened edges giving pierces,

Holding it up steady and ready,

To avoid the untidiness over tidy,

Wiggle and wobble does not matter,

But the next day it becomes better,

Finally to a steady praise and raise,

End up with done and dusting apart.