Long Haikus

If beat many obstacles on your way up

You re actually a man and not select your battles

Yet we shirk this responsibilities on our way to the top

Sometimes the evil of the past and swears to an oath 

Maybe a great stumbling block and not the quivering nightmare of the hesitating hearts.

Long haikus

The power of treasure the environment of treasure 

The strongholds of that treasure is the home of treasure holder and nothing is absurd 

In life than to loose a lifelong treasure the epitome of lifetime integrity and dignity 

A proper warranty to the grand dignity of man

We re known by history when we bequeathe this legacy to unborn generation.

The path of integrity and dignity of mankind 

Overflows from mental and material aspect of a lifetime 

Nothing comes close when their gravitational relics

Is preserved beyond the gallows of history 

Long haikus

Tell the story and you may open the eyes of the blinds 

Share the information and you might save a dying souls

But if it dear to your heart the ultimate life secret to wealth

And wealthy life do not share it and not disobey your nature 

Otherwise to share them the entire secrets of your wealth 

Might be lost in the obscurity of the living 

Golden Roses.part two

Purple colored sun takes precedence upon his weeping woods 

Sweating chides graze upon broken libs

where broken limbs had taken the sour drape and vinegary taste of manicheanism

dreary wings in dreary times pantomime in unsullied furs

What follows that immodest chin and wangateur

she murders with a kiss and spotlights unhewn with hazy mists 

Bleak beasts upon weary weathers 

Feedeth steams call forth downpour 

Of heavenly dew where the eagles flight

In broken shadows was cut short in frangible flight

How does a tangled flight cut short in distilling showers

ever broker the heavenly moisture and cast triumph over resonant grand canyon?

Perforce gallantry at the riverbank narcissus overflows its primrose bank 

Thawed resistance pour him fret more

In dingy clouds of feverish steep and 

Now her lips peering through a broken rave

Gallimaufry gallivanting from the green fields 

Burning gales burning fire in cringy drool immersive fireplaces solaced by bathing waters

Entreaties entreaties gallore woo him from the gallows of the receptacle into direful gods of war

Trenchwarfare unquenched grimaced in Grimes of broken troths

Churlish primes and cavaliers enticed him reddish colours of rainbow 

And the days may wink for night not too far away

A hazel of rowdy mists freezing at hazy clouds 

As rots consume rots in grey eyes where victory stamped his girdle grazed him with triumphant steps in the procession from golden valley 

Where preparedness not cremated whisk machismo into golden hills 

O how golden roses on golden hills rise into the Mt everest 

With artless ease and sometimes branded as if with sinecure 

Not the chartaceous facetious pristine lilts to make his swoon

That in the freakiest loom and deadwood ravings

In crescentiform,concave,convex,bowshaped semi circular ramrod 

rise to falcate the falconers in the shallow drift

Oafishness of oddest balls in obdurate obis, pertinacious cummerbund,rugged cincture, immaculate waistband ,alabastered ribbon and illustrious luminescence 

where intergrity casement and frame breaking stalemates in spaghettified humours of belted girdles

Unseats the soots and tapestry of dreary times 

Not his rizzs and odyls in oddylic force

magnetizes his colours of pizzaz beyond the chiaroscuro of his evolution

To make her blink and wink above his raptured winces

That obtuses to obstruent me salmagundis of chicanery.

Do they exist not to submit propensity to unvarnished truth,home truth universal truth,appriori intrinsic unapologetic axioms to make them quip?

Now gore she wins as it pleases him love he wins

Not the occluders in obeah doctor to make sultry advances 

At shameful lours of gingered crimson forsooth the grimace yell him naught in adispose perch

That octagon of grace from the vicinages,avuncunlar , patriarchal,matriarchal, acquaintances, tribune,avocational and objectified crevasses creased him illustrious pulses

robust palms crouched with untarnished ovation stood the klieglight in stomping lush by the riverbed agape roses 

Rosy coloured golden boy embraced in lustred mien cruxed her sun with purple patches of romantic embroidery splurged in homophonic lifestyle adorned in homographical taints yet his sullen miens

Not bade him old heave ho, give him bum's rush,conge,pink slip,ox ,bark in homonyms of luminescent homily 

Not a dull ass,old fart,muddy stick, amidst plethora of faggots, fussbudgets,old doggies,old geezers, cringing dotards,fuspots,granny squares and old poops

To quell him manic depression bleeding in the vicinage.

Perhaps blush him with the impasses, bummer of old one two.

Not this decrepit he quizzes but the golden hills more than a transition to make him itch for the sunny times.

Seizured pith of sweating palms invertebrate livelihood hangs like a pawn of parrot cry and horror visages in owlish sentry

Sent down the spines of varnished spineless twists

windy sighs blame her murdered kiss

ricocheted with bland wings of empty eagles 

Predated as stuffed shirts that bred more desperation in her owlish eyes .

Frenetic lours swings into frets and swings into sweltering lash 

Dainty modes to outwit the godforsaken dawn's

Hath he not learned in bathing waters how to sport and dance with cloudy medula and confused immersion?

"mine roses be not faint fair as they grand roses are 

But then saith thee roses are red violets and roses

Thumping the sesame street in the crimson tide of holistic homily

Barren drills doth yearly grows where there but barren tills 

Backwards maiden outgunned burning cheeks

Dusky steps in nocturnal occult betray fallen grimdeath

Opaline lustre crusts of opalescent gesture adored in rainbow like,nacreous, iridescent ,pearly, shimmering,polychromatic mensrea

evidenced by rising cincture of golden hills 

Not on treadmill, haystack needles in vicious cycle,did they gallivant breastplates of gesture that millennials defy

To opprobriate the more this bunch of lacuna in the oppugnant,

Contentious,unpropitious, viperous, rancorous,catty, bellicose, pugnacious animalmundi

Heroes,club sandwiches, submarine sandwiches, dagwoods,open faced sandwiches 

Unrequited and unappreciated vamoosed in dingiest tirades of shylock clouds

Opera glasses, lorgnettes ,prism binoculars,pince nezes soiled with hazy clouds 

Couldn't spot the lacuna in the dented coil of lacuna 

Apt to see by he his racemose of indignant self esteem 

At shuddering distance lachrymose belchs his belly laughing navel

Not that his grandiose writ the open sesame,paternoster,abracadabra and abraxas of golden hills 

But he carved his nuggets o prism of preparedness at the golden valleys

Stared blank at her at the opera comics

And not the quivering thighs to make him go insane

But hurlyburly 's rowdy ruffian mists,ingurgitate and spongy osmosed and potbellied his wobbly stands.

The golden roses had found them in the weeping woods and the singing woods

The wrens,pipits, serins,canaries,larks, oscine,vireo of these songbird species

emasculate the wobbling feets immersed in clemency to beseech oracles for the yonder nirvana 

Now the ornery of his orotund orison ballistic missiles of the impatient tongue

Humbled him dope to scoop the dungs,faeces,poops,guano,cowplops, meadow muffins,night soil,cowpies,ordures,egesta,poo,ejecta, feculence, ejectamenta and craps of this opprobrious lacuna 

He ploughs this hazy mist of native metals,at cloudy metalliferous earth, diggings beneath unrefined earth, native minerals and parental rock for folks excavation of insanity insulators,the milk of majestic earth

Barely ordinary joe and Jane doe could see the stinky ferment 

Oh no no street men beneath the rocky soil of the metalliferous ores

Amplified with aura to quell this rot of rottened pall

To tame his mellifluous organum of metalliferous earth diggings and clumps and clumsies

Arraigns melodies,diapasons,consonances,polyphonies, symphonies,euphonies,unisons and triads of this endearment 

Mother nature 's palms unwavering apologies wax his auxiliary 

where old greybeard's concentus,concinity and attunement slots him ovation 

Poised not leave the lacuna with orts,dregs,dross,scraps,odds and ends,bits and pieces,

Not a dint of oddments, smithereens,glob,gob,butt,chip, Had he not bickered himself that snippet,speck,hunk,shred, bottom of the barrel,residuum,superfluity must begone

Out in a thump at other times,umbraged by market square rampage and bickering theft of marauder 

A little lad displeased saith his ire"those garbages and heels might be dusted in my sweet little sixteen"

"Sweet little sixteen what an infant do to terrible bandits except to let evils run its course.Maybe a saviour someday."

Retorted "say ye to me that saviour"

"Belched he" you sweet little sixteen?"she belly laughed.

"what behemoth insanity and slag,silts, scourings,parings,end pieces,lees, vestiges ,odds and scraps still persist till date."alarmed seared his tendon.

The orzos,shells of geologic radiance, o the oracles of old greybeard's breathed him gallantry for ory,golden ,silvery return to the glorious sun.

Never did a lacuna in the summer 's heat and spring 's blossoming green field 

Exude more alacrity at alupluto'sears at sallowed sea shells ,demised at the river bank

Still he entreat himself to pestle the lacunyin the mortar of grinding wrath 

got him berserk in moping hours

Servile disdain where advantages barely slip

For meritocracy to swipe the swindles of the broken swindlers at sea.

Long haikus

Does beautiful summer makes beautiful spring?

Does beautiful spring makes beautiful autumn?

Does beautiful autumn makes beautiful winter?

Do they guestimate to follow themselves in this fashion to over turn nature?

Do seasons influence their gravitational forces to reason at esprit de corps?

Do they graze with same lips and alter nature at the same momentum?

The Possibility of Dreams.part 260

I wrote a lot about faith both in poetry and prose and there can be no doubt the use of arts is delimited by the quality of this immersion in the tense scenario of the habitual jungles we found ourselves as earthlings on planet earth.I think for the majority it can be arduous shell to crack subject to whims and caprices of the path we follow that requires this irreplaceable leverage to outpace and excel the competition.The power of attainment schedules and their gravitational force rely heavily on the nature of impulse their faith could muster.The point of corrections often should be in the changing of human perspective into the office of politics of perception and not politics of prejudice all the way.The company of thoughts often in derailment of the fact that it is the overriding impetus for ultimate accomplishment.Those meaningful struggles often acknowledge the quality of these thoughts that could a greater distinction between those who fail and those make it.

Long haikus

The beautiful days are not over 

When the beautiful dreams are not over yet

The beautiful dreams are not over

When the beautiful pleas are not over

And the beautiful missions are not over when the beautiful pleas are not over yet.

Long Haikus

Tell me your dreams and I will tell you who you really are

Tell me your dreams and I will tell you the worth of your person 

Tell me your vision and I will know your true identity

The Commonwealth lies in your wealth 

And it is so easy to know the richest man in the world 

By the worth and sizes of your dreams and visions 

Long Haikus

We offer help those who need it

There's limitation in what you can do

And to those who value this help more what they receive.

More offerings and luck in the holy grail appeal to such persons

When the sum total is added by gusto of later years

Evanesce guileful indifferences pine away at such glacier of hallowed realm.

Long haikus

We re  mazed on golden hills 

and gobsmacked with the beauty of golden valley to whisk us this far

Bombarded by the ovation of opulence 

I beg not to disagree that 

Let me tell you when you pocket accomplishment the emotion therein 

absolutely distinct from peasant vicinage

Nothing is more valuable than to realize this fact

Until you reach the golden hills and promise lands

You cannot handle the amazing feelings 

And the joy of being fulfilled is enough staples 

To raise new lifestyle and embrace modern clothing.