Last Commented Monorhyme Poems (97)

Some dark-skinned people seek to lighten their skin colour
By applying skin creams to make themselves fairer
Most of those creams have some chemical matter
That can cause serious health problems later
Their use is common in countries like India
Where beauty and fair skin tone go together
Girls are encouraged to avoid too much exposure
To the sunshine which can make their skins darker

But some white-skinned people who are born fairer
Are not satisfied with their natural skin colour
And wilfully seek more sunshine exposure
To get a tan and make their skins darker
For them a skin that is darkened looks better
And is more beautiful than their natural colour
Yet, for white people, sunlight overexposure
Can lead to a deadly form of skin cancer

Some animals like to wallow in muddy water
Which when dried can change their outer colour
This serves as a temperature regulator
And keeps off skin pests of one form or another
Animals do not seek to change their skin colour
To consciously make themselves fairer or darker
Such weird action is purely human in nature
In this crazy world of people's skin colour

So Many special moments in my mind
for some of them I have really pined
remembering those I have left behind
I can recall with clarity those declined

Special places that became entwined
in the canvas of my mind now redefined
I revisit with glee places enshrined
and recall magical moments that unwind

Outlined in gold in my mind defined
I walk and recall the ones I refined
people lost with who I wish to rebind
recalling some for who I once repined

Our lives are full of memories, signed
and dated they rattle in the wind
flashing past so fast they become twined
and stay as I recall them all to my mind

Majestic stones stood in a ring
while birds flew by on the wing
this once was a place of kings
who spent their time battling

Their foes were now for beheading
this fate was cruel but befitting
a warning for others come warring
with every intention of acquiring

War horses swift of feet cantering
plunging with battle lust capering
the knights so proud are gathering
the stone ring they are honouring

Through the ages cults made offering
changing as they grew up in culturing
yet never the stones change appearing
mystical, powerful capable of conjuring

I took a stroll on a wet November day
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway

Into the park where i watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay

With out you the dreams will die

the moon will cry

the tears will dry

the smile will say goodbye

without you should i live or should i
die

without you my life is full of sadness
and the hell
will be ever near

and I don't want
talk and hear

because I am lost,
my dear

Without you I can never sleep

and I am gone
cry and weep

because I have nothing
to keep

Without you my life is a nightmare

And I am so lonely and tired

and I can not breath the air

without you I can't be who I am

because losing you is the biggest crime

With out you I will lose my mind

and all of the days will be unkind

and the pain will be buried inside

A very little funny pig ,
jerk a big bally frog ,
Frog is jumping angrily ....
Funny pig jerk the frog more especially ,
Again ,
Again ,
Again ...
Until the frog drown into the drain .

Who do them folks keep supposin'
Is payin' all them taxes I'm opposin'
Them that spend a whole day long posin'
Talkin' 'till our ears drop and we're a' dozin'
On 'count of all ya local banks a closin'
Now the ol' general stores' fo'closin'
Leave it not fer me fer disclosin'
Ain't nobody else's business I'm a nosin'
Cuz I'm just sayin', I ain't proposin'
"Someone sure is gettin' a hosin'"

Prateek is my NAME.
and for you its a great SHAME
if you have asked it to see from which religion I CAME.
Huh its very LAME.
I am from a country in which all the religions are the SAME.
We dont play such non-secular GAME
my dear close your eyes and feel is THIS your life's AIM ?
Please think of the immense PAIN
which will be caused by your own hate FLAME
what do u think u will GAIN?
respect in the politician eyes who himself is INSANE ?
they just give communal speeches for the very FAME
We our self should think with our respective BRAIN
That these politicians just want to MAINTAIN
the clouds for their money RAIN
the money, which they DRAIN
is the one we use to OBTAIN
by working in our job DOMAIN
now there is nothing left for me to EXPLAIN
just see yourself that u are walking in a wrong LANE
once u were a human, now what a monster u BECAME
please remove these thoughts from your mind FRAME
or else here I PROCLAIM
that animals like u are very easy to TAME
the love of our countrymen is like a CHAIN
which will CONSTRAIN
u and all your efforts will go to VAIN..

A BILLION WAYS TO SAY THREE LITTLE WORDS


There must be so many ways to say the same exact thing
Like, take this offering I was commanded to deliver unto you from the Spring
And in the summer I shall say “take these my sweet”
As daisies rise from the ground to bless the finesse of your feet

There must be thousands of adjectives and numerous nouns
More words than there are tidy and tiny towns
Now let me say this in a different way to you
you will never find words birthed anew
You will seek yet never find a new way of what to say
When it’s so loudly defined by a willingness to pay
Are you bold enough to promise vows that you will one day keep?
Or will they, such as a corpse, be buried six feet deep?

How shall I react when she says three words so small yet so sacrosanct to me

Will her lips form each syllable clearly so that I might understand and let it be?
Well where is she already with her supposed proposal billions before have done and said?
Instead of my beloved the minister meandered closer and whispered the three wrong words, “your fiancé’s dead”
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A PROCLAIMED PROMISE AS PROSCRIBED

Surely there must be music…………………………..
Hymnals heard to echo from walls leafed by genuine gold
As they cometh into His arms for to enfold
“Behold,” says he to a heart whose ease is now portended as being peaceful at last
“My children this is your new hearth, your sanctuary, your reward for a righteous past”
Hush now
The sacrosanct souls heard through their ears your names being sung by a choir of heroes in harmony heard
……..with God’s blessing and baptizing every beautiful word
And there set before you all is the promised table at which you all now sit in a most prominent and well deserved place
And then the latest arrival, this sanctified soul must soulfully lead us in saying “Grace”
There to dine on delights deemed by the heart of Jesus for His beloved ones
All his devoutly devoted daughters and all his sacred sons

So sit do they now at the right hand of reverence
For this lovely woman’s deliverance
Welcomed warmly by those she knew and those she never knew before
Urged with genuine congeniality through the Lord’s front door
“this is your new home with loved ones and the ones so soon to love”

your covenant is now considered complete, having duly been signed by you and the one high above
For they have arrived in a place privy only to the pious who have all paid their due
A place where aged wrinkles bring flesh soft as silk anew
A place sanctified by songs of gospel and glory combined
Heavenly sounds created by the hands and hearts of masters defined
……………………there
She is finally there
And surely majestic music is heralded and heard there…………………..
There simply must be music
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