Poem Number 436- Suspiciously Wise

Unknown  understanding suspiciously wise,
Anonymous, angry, animal  acts activities,
One side of hate and then the other....... sad,
Argument, aggressively annoyed, anonymously agitated.

Passionately peace people, personally paving down,
While wet whales wash their fins,
Fish flapping bird's feather, faster and faster,
Gone gherkins, get up growing greater geometrically,

Written 6/11/1995

Poem Number 433 - Complete Death

Tired, yet grown man of thirty-four years,
Doesn't have time to shed any tears,
HIs heart is full of external  love from others,
His head is forever thinking of dreadful ideas.

Whilst his two young children are growing up,

They speak like 'Dadda' and mature to 'Daddy!'

Numerous questions  are asked about anyone and anything,

For he looks upon them for as if he was young again.

While they talk, winds of strength build up their knowledge,

Their sanctuary of words increases day-to-day: amazing of what some words are said,

Answers are quickly found to please the younger's interest,

But he is not prepared for the future questions that will come of hand.

Timid and shy are these children, they grow at a fast pace,

His head thinks of years ahead, God she will be 18 years old in 14 years',

Or ' I'll be able to go for a drivers licence in 14 years time!'

Yet, he wonders of being there with them: full of flesh and blood.

He does think of times he'll be dead,

What and how will they cope without him?

How can a  child understand about the meaning of death?

Can the right person explain the meaning of complete death?

He does think of his wife, who never stops a day from working,

Whether it is home or at work: never leaves her with much rest,

Should he dies now, more work and responsibility, would be left forthright to her,

Whether 'The Will' is read or not, she will definitely miss him.

He doesn't hold up his head so high,

He doesn't know what the future lies,

All is he knows is  you cannot make a picture of the future,

As the future will always alter from day-to-day,

His life is not saddened by the misfortune of others,

But he does have grief as an act of being hurt,

Yet, for when no ones around, the justice is done,

He does, "Thank God', for all the good given to all women and men'.

For God brings light, not just into the world!

 written  on 23/10/1995

Poem Number 301 - Speechless Nights - 18/11/1988

Speechless nights are calm throughout the coldest seasone,
It's too old  for us  to talk about it forever, now,
For the fog is seen throughout the day's air,
For it is the cool of the night, going beyond us

T'is the sky that shows us the weather,
T'is the  earth that beareth the weather,
And thouh monlight shines all around the surfaces of the earth,
T'is the darkest shadows that live within us forever and ever.

Dust and winds brngs  our communities far apart,
Rains and storms drain away all people's rich hearts,
Look deeper into our every day lives: search wider for that love,
For the one you haven't heard or seen before,

For the bells are soundless, ringing for, today,
To be a  playing a big part in this world, today.
T'is the sunlight that is seen on the first new dawn,
And feeling of eternity, right from the start of a child newly born.

Poem NUmber 300 - For Richer, For Poorer - 30/10/1988

Nimala, I can see  how at times,
That we both get  on each other's nervous.
The hurt of meaningless word that are said,
Show no good and yet, both are hurt for bad.

Nirmala, as a man I try not  make you sad,
But you show anger by all physicall and verbal means,
And lead me  to reflect the same feel as you,
To no avail we then rest and feel detested.

Next day, I always  say to myself as I see you lying  in the warm 
      bed,
Head side,  half awake  or fully asleep in peace of mind,
'Please make today an understanding pleasant day of which we     
     both share,
To end up by resuming our thoughts of another good day to come'.

Nirmala, silence doersn't show respect of sny kind,
Spoken words are softly toldto the one that listems,
Snd whilst the listening is in practice,
You are getting ready or your repose.

Once the other words are spoken,comments are made to the other,
when  we make our vows together: peace, traquility and love were 
     to share,
For richer, for poorer, in health...... nd so,
I will keep my vows to you as a man as you should still keep your 
    vows to me as a woman.

Poem Number 299 - Worries Of Lives Never Ending Families - 29/9/1988

To this day, the word 'work'  has been easy for me,
And yet I complain in spirit and with endurance,
 for some 'work' id their life of families,
To support his or her partner, for life for their 'Youngers'.

And so comntinues the daily routine of the office paper network,
To do just what is instructed to them to do, and that is,
To go with full speed to plough through all the mess,
To do such easy work, yet by helping someone else out.

Poem Number 298 - Your Rewad - 23/9/1988

To Nirmala, on her special day, Sunday twenty-fith September,
A day of celebrations, smile and cheers for all to share,
A day of family reunions to bring veryone together,
A day not be  destroyed by any means or will.

To Nirmala, a heart warming very close friend of my heart,
May you forgive me, for lying to you the last week or so?
But this lie of mine, I will not bring upset or anger,
Or spoil the day that has planned with evryone that loves you.

Happy twenty-five Birthday, Happy Birthday to my love of all life,
For you care and love me till the end of my life,
Your rewards will be given to you in kindness snd with thought,
It will be such a special reward for a very sepecial person.

Poem Number 297 - A Child Of An Adult - 11/8/1988

The treasures I still have, deep in my memory,
Of such golden day of my sweet marriage,
Yet still anew my wife with love of mine,
The crystals still  shine high into our lives.

For the peopel whom were invited invited to our special day,
I, as John, will not delete their faces from our life.
Neither  will my wife, 'Nirmala' may be distracted  by them,
But for the record, of one's ultimatum to discourage for pleasure.

For he that talks with such disgrace of our love,
As he himself is of the same background of my wife.
For he will never live such peaceful lives,
But for the day, he will marry himself forever will he see.

A person can be taken to certain  limits  of his or her life,
Jokes aside can cause damage or harm to one's own anger,
And most frequently this backfires onto the original person, whom jokes around,
Yet the peaceful attitude and condition of a man will bring prosperity and weath to another's life.

The person of whim I have to work with,
Has turned me away from him by accidental conversation abuse,
So this child of an adult is not grown up to make decisions,
But to to his name he lies like, 'Lionel'.