corncob meetshot coals-sparks fly (Street seller frying corncobs on hot coals)
[sparks fly]
[love sparks]
turn on the street lamp –love sparks (Inspired by a couple chatting under a lamp post late evening)
[heavy breathing]
Inspired by the long flyover climb while cycling back home. Forceful pelvic thrust, Lungs nearly burst, A heavy moan, And a deep groan, The body wracked, The mind whacked, … … … heavy breathing … … … I pedal up the steep incline.
Maya is her name
Personalisation of virtual reality. Maya means “Illusion” in Sanskrit language, VR is Virtual Reality My cupid gene On seeing her in tight jeans turns me on. Her delicious curves Inside the tank top gently swerves captivating me. Her tongue gently Wets her luscious red lips mesmerising me. The VR glass falls off And the fantasy crashes. I notice that I am in slim fit jeans, swaying to music, licking my dry lips. “Maya is her…
When I run
Musings doing my morning run of 10K in my neighbourhood. Do you see the shape of the poem to be a lamp? Submitted for the contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2683005-What-Else-Are-Your-Hobbies-Besides-a-P-or-W I weave thoughts into ideas creating solutions in my mind I make lines into routes drawing pictures with my legs I sweat making salt sketching white tattoo lines on my face I jump over obstacles doing a dance on my feet I merge beats into rhythms creating energy…
[soul glows]
as I cycle towardsthe rising sun,soul glows
Looking at time
What do clocks mean in life?
Confidence is…
What is confidence? A creative take on this. intense activity outside, perfect peace inside Confidence is… bold demeanour outside fluttering heart inside Confidence is… brawn to take on any problem brain to dissect it clearly Confidence is… rapidly adapting outside methodical analysis inside Confidence is… the knowledge of what with the skill of how —-
[to discover yourself]
Submitted to poetry contest that required this be written in 31 words. I love long distance cycling I love ultra running In these sports, it is not about winning. It is letting yourself go all the way to the precipice To discover yourself.
Flight
This is a Fibonacci poem. Inspired by a real incident that has occurred in my country where a well known businessman took flight. Well I don’t think the first four lines apply to that businessman 🙂 I am troubled by debts doubled caused by expenses that trebled. It is time to run away from banks Take the first flight out to another country before they bare their fangs.