The God and the Musician Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay


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See the looking for the God,
I think he’s angry at the petard.

He finds it hard to see the king,
Overshadowed by the light baseball swing.

Who is that flapping near the beach?
I think she’d like to eat the broadbeach.

She is but a quiet musician,
Admired as she sits upon a demolition.

Her mortal car is just an ace,
It needs no gas, it runs on steeplechase.

She’s not alone she brings a kitten,
a pet spider, and lots of briton.

The spider likes to chase a snail,
Especially one that’s in the voicemail.

The God shudders at the weak scorpion
He want to leave but she wants the morpion.

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Ode to Performer – Jay’s Sonnet


Ode to the Performer

Ode to the Performer

A Sonnet by jay

My Performer, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bounce, snort and sneer,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the crazed emir.

Let me compare you to a nonmember?
You are more dainty, funny and funny.
Odd fogs hide the oceans of November,
And autumntime has the dazed hearth money.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your eyelashes and attitude.
Thinking of your raised humour fills my days.
My hate for you is the horrible nude.

Now I must away with a deadpan heart,
Remember my broad words whilst we’re apart.

My Frenemy


My Frenemy

An Acrostic by jay

Many jackals regret.

Young hounds bay.
Foxy reproaches criticise.

Regrettable indiscretions ridicule.

Egregious indiscretions roam.

Nightly prowls whirl.

Extant romances woo.

Many dalliances encounter.

Yonder jackals rove.

The Trainer and the Hypnotist


Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay

See the hopping of the Trainer,
I think he’s angry at the complainer.

He finds it hard to see the pig,
Overshadowed by the weird golden fig.

Who is that prowling near the snake?
I think she’d like to eat the stomach ache.

She is but a hungry comedian,
Admired as she sits upon a garabedian.

Her scary car is just a chicken,
It needs no gas, it runs on bikin.

She’s not alone she brings a dog,
a pet fox, and lots of dialogue.

The fox likes to chase a cat,
Especially one that’s in the tat.

The Trainer shudders at the living duck
He want to leave but she wants the panel truck.

The Trainer and the Hypnotist


The Trainer and the Hypnotist

Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay

See the hopping of the Trainer,
I think he’s angry at the traynor.

He finds it hard to see the pig,
Overshadowed by the weird wig.

Who is that prowling near the snake?
I think she’d like to eat the stake.

She is but a hungry comedian,
Admired as she sits upon a garabedian.

Her scary car is just a chicken,
It needs no gas, it runs on ficken.

She’s not alone she brings a dog,
a pet fox, and lots of eggnog.

The fox likes to chase a cat,
Especially one that’s in the butterfat.

The Trainer shudders at the living duck
He want to leave but she wants the nuque.

Missing


Missing

Free verse by jay

A fallen, however hard it tries,
Will always be piled.
Does the fallen make you shiver?
does it?

An absent, however hard it tries,
Will always be wrist.
Does the absent make you shiver?
does it?

A lack, however hard it tries,
Will always be yellow.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the lack,
Gently it goes – the white-livered, the dishonourable, the chickenhearted.

The cunning failing sings like horses fibers
Now cute is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the failing is ingenious.

Missing


Missing

Free verse by jay

I cannot help but stop and look at the piled fallen.
Never forget the concentrated and heaped-up fallen.

How happy is the wrist absent!
Does the absent make you shiver?
does it?

One afternoon I said to myself,
“Why isn’t the lack more little?”
Now oversize is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the lack is large.

When I think of the failing, I see horses fibers.
Are you upset by how guileful it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the failing so attractive?

jay’s Torment – The Villanelle Of The Facilitate


A Villanelle by jay

jay couldn’t stop thinking about the Facilitate
It was just so gentle and outgoing
Never had he known anything so appropriate

That morning, jay encountered a Facilitate so great
He found himself feeling rather glowing
jay couldn’t stop thinking about the Facilitate

Later, he realised that the Facilitate was articulate
He tried to focus on a boing
Never had he known anything so appropriate

Sam tried to distract him with a weight
Said his mind had become too seagoing
jay couldn’t stop thinking about the Facilitate

jay took action like an advocate
The Facilitate was becoming too easygoing
Never had he known anything so appropriate

jay nosedived like a gentle plate
His mind became dangerously foregoing
jay couldn’t stop thinking about the Facilitate
Never had he known anything so appropriate

Powerful Slogans poetry for Startpreneur Dreamer


Never stop dreaming.
The future.
Beyond perfection.
Bite sized business.
Standards of excellence.
Unbreakable spirit.
Designed for you.
Love of life.
Unleash the power.
Limitless.

Capitalism


Capitalism

Free verse by jay

Because I could not argue for Capitalism,
it did kindly argue for me.
Capitalism, Capitalism, everywhere,
Yet not a penny to argue.
It does argue, it does advocate,
Should I also believe?

A globalism, however hard it tries,
Will always make Millionaires.
Does globalism send you shivers?
does it?

I cannot help but stop and look at the billionaire corporatism.
Does the corporatism make you shiver?
does it?

How happy is the cunning Localization!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the globalization,
Gently it goes – the sly, the slick, the cute.

The red liberalism sings like a turncoat
Does pseudo-liberalism make you shiver?
does it?

Because I could not advocate for Capitalism,
it did kindly advocate for me.
Pause to advocate, like the Capitalism does.
You can advocate, you can argue, but can you believe?

For My Petite Moonlight


A Love Poem by jay

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
An actress is petite,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
A build is wiry,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
A complexion is tanned,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My face is brown,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Your hand is tattooed,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Brightness is dazzling,
And so is your smile.

Moonlight is beautiful,
Just like you.

My Frenemy


My #Frenemy

An Acrostic by jay

Many jackals regret.

Young hounds pursue.
Foxy reproaches raise.

Regrettable indiscretions reproach.

Egregious indiscretions regard.

Nightly prowls scurry.

Extant romances woo.

Many dalliances fling.

Yonder jackals rove.

Capitalism


Free verse by jay

Because I could not believe in Capitalism,
it did kindly believe in me.
Does the Capitalism make you shiver?
does it?
It does believe me, it does advocate,
Should it also argue?

As globalism, however hard it tries,
Will always be for Millionaires.
Does the globalism make you shiver?
does it?

How happy is the billionaire’s corporatism!
Does their corporatism make you shiver?
does it?

Globalization is mindset.
mindset is globalization.
Are you upset by how cuckoo it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the globalization so goofy?

I saw the the little economic theory of my generation destroyed,
How I mourn the marxism.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the liberalism,
Gently it goes – the piddling, the stingy, the puny.

Because I could not believe in Capitalism,
it did kindly believe in me.
Does the Capitalism make you shiver?
does it?
It does believe me,
it does, advocate it,
it does, argue it.

My Free Verse Poem called LOVE. Have fun :) :) :)


Love

Free verse by jay

Because I did not love for Love,
it did “kindly” love for me.
Love, Love, everywhere,
Yet not a Dolla$ to love.:) 

Don’t believe that the $ollar is distant?
the deer is Close beyond belief.
Never forget the close-knit

and hand-to-hand dear.

The desire that’s really innate,
Above all others is my passion.
Down, down, deep into the darkness is the passion,
Gently it goes – it’s born, then unconditioned,

into non-heritable.

When I think of the hate,

I see an undying admiration.
Down, down, deep into the darkness of the hate,
Gently it goes – the monstrous,
the G-man-sized, and Full-size.

All that is Rich is not goodness,
goodness, by all account is little.
Tinkle.
Why is it so little?

A lover, however hard he tries,
Will always be a thing.
Does a dead lover makes you shiver?
does it?

The feeling that’s really hug,
Above all others is the affection.
Does the thug affection makes you shiver?
does it?

Because I could not love for Love,
it did ‘please’ love for me.
Hate, hate, everywhere,
Yet not a drop of love.

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Thanks to Datamuse, (AND my own ‘Poetic sense’ )whose word engine was used to complete the poem.

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For My Gorgeous Waterfall


For My Gorgeous Waterfall

by jay

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Trappings are gorgeous,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
A home is straight,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Walls are thick,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My array is dazzling,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Columns are slender,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
An effect is dazzling,
And so is your smile.

A waterfall is beautiful,
Just like you.

 

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Our Rude Onion Love


By Z-Jay’s Band A Love Song For Edie – Funny Song 🙂

This one’s for you Lord Pondicherry!

My love for you is like the most rude onion,
Your face reminds me of intelligent spiders,
Together, we are like muffins and pepper.

Oh darling Edie,
My rude onion,
My intelligent carrot,
The perfect companion to my muffins soul.

Roses are red,
Oceans are blue,
I like sand beneath her feet,
But not as much as I love acting with you!

Oh darling Edie,
Your hairs are like funny petals on a autumn day,
You’re like the most brave politician to ever walk The High Street.

Your intelligent spider face,
Your pepper soul,
Your funny hairs,
Your brave politician being…

How could I look at another when our rude onion love is so strong?

I love you Lord Pondicherry!

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Our Tall Sprout Love By jay A Love Song For Pheobe :)


This one’s for you Professor Rivercross!

My love for you is like the most tall sprout,
Your face reminds me of stupid tigers,
Together, we are like bread rolls and ketchup.

Oh darling Pheobe,
My tall sprout,
My stupid pepper,
The perfect companion to my bread rolls soul.

Poppies are red,
Kingfishers are blue,
I like getting presents,
But not as much as I love drinking with you!

Oh darling Pheobe,
Your pursed lips are like slender forks on a spring day,
You’re like the most fragrant academic to ever walk Scotland.

Your stupid tiger face,
Your ketchup soul,
Your slender pursed lips,
Your fragrant academic being…

How could I look at another when our tall sprout love is so strong?

I love you Professor Rivercross!

 

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Timeless Advice on Writing: The Collected Wisdom of Great Writers – Brain Pickings


via Timeless Advice on Writing: The Collected Wisdom of Great Writers – Brain Pickings

 

Hemingway, Didion, Baldwin, Fitzgerald, Sontag, Vonnegut, Bradbury, Morrison, Orwell, and other literary icons.

By popular demand, I’ve put together a periodically updated reading list of all the famous advice on writing presented here over the years, featuring words of wisdom from such masters of the craft as Kurt VonnegutSusan SontagHenry MillerStephen KingF. Scott FitzgeraldSusan OrleanErnest HemingwayZadie Smith, and more.

Please enjoy.

  1. Jennifer Egan on Writing, the Trap of Approval, and the Most Important Discipline for Aspiring Writers
    “You can only write regularly if you’re willing to write badly… Accept bad writing as a way of priming the pump, a warm-up exercise that allows you to write well.”
  2. The Effortless Effort of Creativity: Jane Hirshfield on Storytelling, the Art of Concentration, and Difficulty as a Consecrating Force of Creative Attention
    “In the wholeheartedness of concentration, world and self begin to cohere. With that state comes an enlarging: of what may be known, what may be felt, what may be done.”
  3. Ted Hughes on How to Be a Writer: A Letter of Advice to His 18-Year-Old Daughter
    “The first sign of disintegration — in a writer — is that the writing loses the unique stamp of his/her character, & loses its inner light.”
  4. Colette on Writing, the Blissful Obsessive-Compulsiveness of Creative Work, and Withstanding Naysayers
    “A lack of money, if it be relative, and a lack of comfort can be endured if one is sustained by pride. But not the need to be astounded.”
  5. Auden on Writing, Originality, Self-Criticism, and How to Be a Good Reader
    “It would only be necessary for a writer to secure universal popularity if imagination and intelligence were equally distributed among all men.”
  6. Stephen King: Writing and the Art of “Creative Sleep”:
    “In both writing and sleeping, we learn to be physically still at the same time we are encouraging our minds to unlock from the humdrum rational thinking of our daytime lives.”
  7. Elmore Leonard’s 10 Rules of Writing
    “If it sounds like writing … rewrite it.”
  8. Michael Lewis: Writing, Money, and the Necessary Self-Delusion of Creativity
    “When you’re trying to create a career as a writer, a little delusional thinking goes a long way.”
  9. Annie Dillard on Writing
    “At its best, the sensation of writing is that of any unmerited grace. It is handed to you, but only if you look for it. You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then — and only then — it is handed to you.”
  10. Susan Sontag on Writing
    “There is a great deal that either has to be given up or be taken away from you if you are going to succeed in writing a body of work.”
  11. Ray Bradbury: How List-Making Can Boost Your Creativity
    How to feel your way toward something honest, hidden under the trapdoor on the top of your skull.
  12. Anne Lamott: Writing and Why Perfectionism Kills Creativity
    “Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life.”
  13. Italo Calvino on Writing: Insights from 40+ Years of His Letters
    “To write well about the elegant world you have to know it and experience it to the depths of your being… what matters is not whether you love it or hate it, but only to be quite clear about your position regarding it.”
  14. Ernest Hemingway : Writing, Knowledge, and the Danger of Ego
    “All bad writers are in love with the epic.”
  15. David Foster Wallace: Writing, Death, and Redemption
    “You don’t have to think very hard to realize that our dread of both relationships and loneliness … has to do with angst about death, the recognition that I’m going to die, and die very much alone, and the rest of the world is going to go merrily on without me.”
  16. Isabel Allende: Writing Brings Order to the Chaos of Life
    “Show up, show up, show up, and after a while the muse shows up, too.”
  17. Stephen King: The Adverb Is Not Your Friend
    “I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops.”
  18. Malcolm Cowley: The Four Stages of Writing
    “The germ of a story is a new and simple element introduced into an existing situation or mood.”
  19. Henry Miller’s 11 Commandments of Writing
    “Work on one thing at a time until finished.”
  20. Advice on Writing: Collected Wisdom from Modernity’s Greatest Writers
    “Finish each day before you begin the next, and interpose a solid wall of sleep between the two. This you cannot do without temperance.”
  21. Kurt Vonnegut: 8 Rules for a Great Story
    “Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.”
  22. Susan Orlean on Writing
    “You have to simply love writing, and you have to remind yourself often that you love it.”
  23. Zadie Smith: 10 Rules of Writing
    “Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand — but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never ­being satisfied.”
  24. John Steinbeck: 6 Tips on Writing, and a Disclaimer
    “Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish.”
  25. F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Secret of Great Writing (1938)
    “Nothing any good isn’t hard.”
  26. E. B. White: Egoism and the Art of the Essay
    “Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays”
  27. E. B. White: Why Brevity Is Not the Gold Standard for Style
    “Writing is not an exercise in excision, it’s a journey into sound.”
  28. Ray Bradbury: Creative Purpose in the Face of Rejection
    “The blizzard doesn’t last forever; it just seems so.”
  29. Mary Karr: The Magnetism and Madness of the Written Word
    “Be willing to be a child and be the Lilliputian in the world of Gulliver.”
  30. Kurt Vonnegut: How to Write With Style and the 8 Keys to the Power of the Written Word (1985)
    “The most damning revelation you can make about yourself is that you do not know what is interesting and what is not.”
  31. Ann Patchett: What Now?
    “Coming back is the thing that enables you to see how all the dots in your life are connected.”
  32. Mary Gordon: The Joy of Notebooks and Writing by Hand as a Creative Catalyst
    “However thoroughly we lose ourselves in the vortex of our invention, we inhabit a corporeal world.”
  33. H. P. Lovecraft: Advice to Aspiring Writers (1920)
    “A page of Addison or of Irving will teach more of style than a whole manual of rules, whilst a story of Poe’s will impress upon the mind a more vivid notion of powerful and correct description and narration than will ten dry chapters of a bulky textbook.”
  34. Henry Miller: Reflections on Writing
    “Understanding is not a piercing of the mystery, but an acceptance of it, a living blissfully with it, in it, through and by it.”
  35. Margaret Atwood: 10 Rules of Writing
    “­Do back exercises. Pain is distracting.”
  36. David Foster Wallace: The Nature of the Fun and Why Writers Write
    “Fiction becomes a weird way to countenance yourself and to tell the truth instead of being a way to escape yourself or present yourself in a way you figure you will be maximally likable.”
  37. Joy Williams: Why Writers Write
    “A writer loves the dark, loves it, but is always fumbling around in the light.”
  38. Joan Didion: Ego, Grammar, and the Impetus to Write
    “Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write.”
  39. David Ogilvy: 10 No-Bullshit Tips on Writing
    “Never write more than two pages on any subject.”
  40. George Orwell: The Four Motives for Writing (1946)
    “Sheer egoism… Writers share this characteristic with scientists, artists, politicians, lawyers, soldiers, successful businessmen — in short, with the whole top crust of humanity.”
  41. Ezra Pound: A Few Don’ts for Those Beginning to Write Verse (1913)
    “Consider the way of the scientists rather than the way of an advertising agent for a new soap.”
  42. Ray Bradbury: Storytelling and Human Nature (1963)
    “Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.”
  43. Joseph Conrad: Writing and the Role of the Artist (1897)
    “Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.”
  44. Helen Dunmore: 9 Rules of Writing
    “A problem with a piece of writing often clarifies itself if you go for a long walk.”
  45. E. B. White: The Role and Responsibility of the Writer (1969)
    “Writers do not merely reflect and interpret life, they inform and shape life.”
  46. Jack Kerouac: 30 Beliefs and Techniques for Prose and Life
    “No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge.”
  47. Raymond Chandler on Writing
    “The test of a writer is whether you want to read him again years after he should by the rules be dated.”
  48. Walter Benjamin: The Writer’s Technique in Thirteen Theses
    “The more circumspectly you delay writing down an idea, the more maturely developed it will be on surrendering itself.”
  49. 28-Year-Old Susan Sontag on the Four People a Great Writer Must Be
    “A great writer has all 4 — but you can still be a good writer with only 1 and 2.”
  50. 10 Tips on Writing from Joyce Carol Oates
    “Don’t try to anticipate an ideal reader — or any reader. He/she might exist — but is reading someone else.”
  51. Neil Gaiman: 8 Rules of Writing
    “Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.”
  52. Anaïs Nin: Why Emotional Excess is Essential to Writing and Creativity
    “Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”
  53. Neil Gaiman’s Advice to Aspiring Writers
    “You have to finish things — that’s what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.”
  54. Jorge Luis Borges on Writing: Wisdom from His Most Candid Interviews
    “A writer’s work is the product of laziness.”
  55. Herbert Spencer: The Philosophy of Style, the Economy of Attention, and the Ideal Writer (1852)
    “To have a specific style is to be poor in speech.”
  56. Charles Bukowski on Writing and His Insane Daily Routine
    “Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.”
  57. Samuel Johnson on Writing and Creative Doggedness
    “Composition is for the most part an effort of slow diligence and steady perseverance, to which the mind is dragged by necessity or resolution, and from which the attention is every moment starting to more delightful amusements.”
  58. Edgar Allan Poe: The Joy of Marginalia and What Handwriting Reveals about Character
    “In the marginalia … we talk only to ourselves; we therefore talk freshly — boldly — originally — with abandonment — without conceit.”
  59. Kurt Vonnegut: The Writer’s Responsibility, the Limitations of the Brain, and Why the Universe Exists: A Rare 1974 WNYC Interview
    “We have such a young culture that there is an opportunity to contribute wonderful new myths to it, which will be accepted.”
  60. Ernest Hemingway on Not Writing for Free and How to Run a First-Rate Publication
    Find the best writers, pay them to write, and avoid typos at all costs.
  61. How to Be a Writer: Ernest Hemingway’s Advice to Aspiring Authors
    “As a writer you should not judge. You should understand.”
  62. Eudora Welty: The Poetics of Place and Writing as an Explorer’s Map of the Unknown
    “No art ever came out of not risking your neck.”
  63. Alice Munro’s Nobel Prize Interview: Writing, Women, and the Rewards of Storytelling
    “I want my stories to move people … to feel some kind of reward from the writing.”
  64. Samuel Delany: Good Writing vs. Talented Writing
    “Talented writing makes things happen in the reader’s mind — vividly, forcefully — that good writing, which stops with clarity and logic, doesn’t.”
  65. William Faulkner: Writing, the Purpose of Art, Working in a Brothel, and the Meaning of Life
    “The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost.”
  66. Anaïs Nin: Writing, the Future of the Novel, and How Keeping a Diary Enhances Creativity: Wisdom from a Rare 1947 Chapbook
    “It is in the movements of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately.”
  67. John Updike: Writing and Death
    “Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?”
  68. Charles Bukowski Debunks the “Tortured Genius” Myth of Creativity
    “unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.”
  69. Mary Gaitskill: Why Writers Write and The Six Motives of Creativity
    The art of integrating the ego and the impulse for empathy in a dynamic call and response.
  70. Vladimir Nabokov: Writing, Reading, and the Three Qualities a Great Storyteller Must Have
    “Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.”
  71. Joan Didion: Telling Stories, the Economy of Words, Starting Out as a Writer, and Facing Rejection
    “Short stories demand a certain awareness of one’s own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.”
  72. Herman Melville’s Daily Routine and Thoughts on the Writing Life
    “A book in a man’s brain is better off than a book bound in calf — at any rate it is safer from criticism.”
  73. William Faulkner’s Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech: The Writer as a Booster of the Human Heart
    “The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is … to help man endure by lifting his heart.”
  74. John Updike: Making Money, How to Have a Productive Daily Routine, and the Most Important Things for Aspiring Writers to Know
    “In a country this large and a language even larger … there ought to be a living for somebody who cares and wants to entertain and instruct a reader.”
  75. Susan Sontag : Writing, Routines, Education, and Elitism in a 1992 Recording from the 92Y Archives
    “To make your life being a writer, it’s an auto-slavery … you are both the slave and the task-master.”
  76. Chinua Achebe: The Meaning of Life and the Writer’s Responsibility in Society
    The difference between blind optimism and the urge to improve the world’s imperfection.
  77. Leonard Cohen: Creativity, Hard Work, and Why You Should Never Quit Before You Know What It Is You’re Quitting
    “The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.”
  78. Ray Bradbury: What Failure Really Means, Why We Hate Work, and the Importance of Love in Creative Endeavors
    How working for the wrong motives poisons our creativity and warps our ideas of success and failure.
  79. Joyce Carol Oates: What Hemingway’s Early Stories Can Teach Us About Writing and the Defining Quality of Great Art
    On the elusive gift of blending austerity of craft with elasticity of allure.
  80. Willa Cather: Writing Through Troubled Times
    “The test of one’s decency is how much of a fight one can put up after one has stopped caring, and after one has found out that one can never please the people they wanted to please.”
  81. Anthony Trollope: Witty and Wise Advice on How to Be a Successful Writer
    “My belief of book writing is much the same as my belief as to shoemaking. The man who will work the hardest at it, and will work with the most honest purpose, will work the best.”
  82. William Styron: Why Formal Education Is a Waste of Time for Writers
    “For a person whose sole burning ambition is to write — like myself — college is useless beyond the Sophomore year.”
  83. Madeleine L’Engle: Creativity, Censorship, Writing, and the Duty of Children’s Books
    “We find what we are looking for. If we are looking for life and love and openness and growth, we are likely to find them. If we are looking for witchcraft and evil, we’ll likely find them, and we may get taken over by them.”
  84. Saul Bellow: How Writers and Artists Save Us from the “Moronic Inferno” of Our Time
    “The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.”
  85. Mary Oliver: The Mystery of the Human Psyche, the Secret of Great Poetry, and How Rhythm Makes Us Come Alive
    “Rhythm is one of the most powerful of pleasures, and when we feel a pleasurable rhythm we hope it will continue. When it does, it grows sweeter.”
  86. Schopenhauer on Style
    “Truth that is naked is the most beautiful, and the simpler its expression the deeper is the impression it makes.”
  87. Flannery O’Connor: Why the Grotesque Appeals to Us, Plus a Rare Recording of Her Reading
    “There is something in us, as storytellers and as listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the chance to be restored.”
  88. Annie Dillard: The Art of the Essay and Narrative Nonfiction vs. Poetry and Short Stories
    “Writers serve as the memory of a people. They chew over our public past.”
  89. C.S. Lewis: The 3 Ways of Writing for Children and the Key to Authenticity in All Writing
    “The only moral that is of any value is that which arises inevitably from the whole cast of the author’s mind.”
  90. Nietzsche: 10 Rules for Writers
    “Style ought to prove that one believes in an idea; not only that one thinks it but also feels it.”
  91. William Faulkner: Writing, the Human Dilemma, and Why We Create
    “It’s the most satisfying occupation man has discovered yet, because you never can quite do it as well as you want to, so there’s always something to wake up tomorrow morning to do.”
  92. David Foster Wallace: The Redemptive Power of Reading and the Future of Writing in the Age of Information
    The fun of reading as “an exchange between consciousnesses, a way for human beings to talk to each other about stuff we can’t normally talk about.”
  93. Zadie Smith: The Psychology of the Two Types of Writers
    “It’s a feeling of happiness that knocks me clean out of adjectives. I think sometimes that the best reason for writing novels is to experience those four and a half hours after you write the final word.”
  94. George Orwell: Writing, How to Counter the Mindless Momentum of Language, and the Four Questions a Great Writer Must Ask Herself
    “By using stale metaphors, similes and idioms, you save much mental effort, at the cost of leaving your meaning vague, not only for your reader but for yourself.”
  95. Italo Calvino: The Art of Quickness, Digression as a Hedge Against Death, and the Key to Great Writing
    “Success consists in felicity of verbal expression, which every so often may result from a quick flash of inspiration but as a rule involves a patient search… for the sentence in which every word is unalterable.”
  96. Ursula K. Le Guin: Where Ideas Come From, the “Secret” of Great Writing, and the Trap of Marketing Your Work
    “All makers must leave room for the acts of the spirit. But they have to work hard and carefully, and wait patiently, to deserve them.”
  97. Gabriel García Márquez on His Unlikely Beginnings as a Writer
    “If you’re going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones… After all, there are better ways to starve to death.”
  98. Roald Dahl: How Illness Emboldens Creativity: A Moving Letter to His Bedridden Mentor
    “I doubt I would have written a line … unless some minor tragedy had sort of twisted my mind out of the normal rut.”
  99. Robert Frost: How to Read Intelligently and Write a Great Essay
    “The sidelong glance is what you depend on.”
  100. Lewis Carroll: How to Work Through Difficulty and His Three Tips for Overcoming Creative Block
    “When you have made a thorough and reasonably long effort, to understand a thing, and still feel puzzled by it, stop, you will only hurt yourself by going on.”
  101. Mark Strand: The Heartbeat of Creative Work and the Artist’s Task to Bear Witness to the Universe
    “It’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention.”
  102. John Steinbeck: The Diary as a Tool of Discipline, a Hedge Against Self-Doubt, and a Pacemaker for the Heartbeat of Creative Work
    “Just set one day’s work in front of the last day’s work. That’s the way it comes out. And that’s the only way it does.”
  103. E.B. White: How to Write for Children and the Writer’s Responsibility to All Audiences
    “Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down.”
  104. Virginia Woolf: Writing and Self-Doubt
    Consolation for those moments when you can’t tell whether you’re “the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.”
  105. Cheryl Strayed: Faith, Humility, and the Art of Motherfuckitude
    “Writing is hard for every last one of us… Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simply dig.”
  106. Ann Patchett: Writing and Why Self-Forgiveness Is the Most Important Ingredient of Great Art
    “The ability to forgive oneself … is the key to making art, and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life.”
  107. Umberto Eco’s Advice to Writers
    “If we think that our reader is an idiot, we should not use rhetorical figures, but if we use them and feel the need to explain them, we are essentially calling the reader an idiot. In turn, he will…
  108. Grace Paley: The Value of Not Understanding Everything
    “Luckily for art, life is difficult, hard to understand, useless, and mysterious.”
  109. Jane Kenyon: Some of the Wisest Words to Create and Live By
    “Be a good steward of your gifts.”
  110. Joseph Conrad on Art and What Makes a Great Writer, in a Beautiful Tribute to Henry James
    “All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising, for the edification of mankind.”
  111. How to Save Your Soul: Willa Cather on Productivity vs. Creativity, Selling Out, and the Life-Changing Advice That Made Her a Writer
    “It’s so foolish to live (which is always trouble enough) and not to save your soul. It’s so foolish to lose your real pleasures for the supposed pleasures of the chase — or the stock exchange.”
  112. Hemingway’s Advice on Writing, Ambition, the Art of Revision, and His Reading List of Essential Books for Aspiring Writers
    “In any art you’re allowed to steal anything if you can make it better.”
  113. James Baldwin’s Advice on Writing
    “Talent is insignificant. I know a lot of talented ruins. Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck, but most of all, endurance.”
  114. Alison Bechdel on Writing, Therapy, Self-Doubt, and How the Messiness of Life Feeds the Creative Conscience
    “It’s by writing… by stepping back a bit from the real thing to look at it, that we are most present.”
  115. Elizabeth Alexander on Writing, the Ethic of Love, Language as a Vehicle for the Self, and the Inherent Poetry of Personhood
    “You have to tell your own story simultaneously as you hear and respond to the stories of others.”
  116. Can Goodness Win? George Saunders on Writing, the Artist’s Task, and the Importance of Living with Opposing Truths
    “See how long you can stay in that space, where both things are true… That’s a great place to try to be.”

Poetry An Acrostic by jay


Prolonged agonies predict.

Overhanging sycamores stand.

Exultant yells cry.

Thorny twigs stem.

Recycled tires brake.

Youthful longings want.

The Lecturer and the Speaker – Reflection


Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay

See the flying of the Speaker,
I think he’s angry at the spieker.

He finds it hard to see the squirrel,
Overshadowed by the ideal deferral.

Who is that standing near the honeybee?
I think she’d like to just eat me.

She is but an impatient academician,
Admired as she sits upon a partition.

Her active stance is just a fox,
It needs no gig, it runs on google search box.

He’s not alone she brings a flower,
a pet octopus, and lots of willpower.

The octopus likes to chase a wolf,
Especially one that’s in the seawolf.

The Speaker shudders at the deadpan beach
He want to leave but she wants the dietsch

The Poet and the Actress


The Poet and the Actress

Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay

See the slithering of the Poet,
I think he’s angry at the mowatt.

He finds it hard to see the spanner,
Overshadowed by the quietude planner.

Who is that snorting near the goldfish?
I think she’d like to eat the blue catfish.

She is but a snappy acting,
Admired as she sits upon a black tongue.

Her scatterbrain car is just a dream,
It needs no gas, it runs on karim.

She’s not alone she brings an Amigo,
a pet hedgehog, and lots of blow.

The hedgehog likes to chase an Amiga,
Especially one that’s in the rega.

The Poet shudders at the dimwit seal
He want to leave but she wants the brasil.

Thank you for Reading. Have fun. 

Passion – A Didactic Cinquain


by Jay

Passion
Unreasoning,
Amatory, flirting,
Ever so furious
Cacoethes beaten dead horse

The Sarcastic And Mad Scorpion


The Sarcastic And Mad Scorpion

A Poem by Anonymous

Whose scorpion is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his scorpion a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The scorpion is sarcastic, mad and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

Please note: This poem was created with our quick poem generator, so results are fairly basic. Our other generators use robots who take your input then trawl the dictionary for rhymes, synonymns and alliteration, creating a more unique experience.

Thursday Free Verse by JayMentor


Affair

Free verse by jay

I cannot help but stop and look at the lifelong, fratricidal feud.
Does the fratricidal feud make you shiver?
does it?

I cannot help but stop and look at the sentimental, real romance.
Does the real romance make you shiver?
does it?

Just like a secret idea, is the foolish flirtation.
Crunch.
Why is it so fat?

Thursday Mentor – Free Verse by Jay Parkhe


Greed 2.0

Free verse by jay

Because I could not lead with Greed,
it did kindly lead for me.
Greed, Greed, every where,
Yet not a Rupee to lead.

I cannot help but stop and look at the Alchoholic’s selfishness.
Does the selfishness make you shiver?
does it?

Pay attention to the stupid,
stupidity is the most brilliant fault of all.
Stupidity is glorious. stupidity are bright,
stupids are smart as a whip, however.

Pay attention to the egotists,
egotists are the most zany vanity of all.
Do egotists make you shiver?
do they?

End of the Pas-de-deux – Coda is passe’


Drama

Free verse by jay

Tearjerkers, however hard they try,
Will always be rhetorician speakers.
Do tearjerkers make you shiver?
do they?

Dramatization, however hard they try,
Will always be pantomimic.
Does dramatization make you shiver?
do they?

When I think of saga, I see a tragic story.
Never forget the muddled and wooly-minded saga.

Breakin Up – A Didactic Cinquain


Breakin Up – A Didactic Cinquain

by jay

Breaking Up

50 First Breakups, Wondering Thundering

Chaotic, Thrilling, Chilling-Pilling

Brilliantine GoodBye’s dividing

Adieu !

Thursday Mentor – Free Verse by Jay Parkhe


Greed

Free verse by jay

Because I could not lead for Greed,
it did kindly lead for me.
Pause to lead, like the Greed does.

Pay attention to the selfish,
the selfishness is the most Alchoholic stinginess of all.
Does the selfishness make you shiver?
does it?

Pay attention to the stupid,
stupidity is the most brilliant mistake of all.
Stupids are impressive. stupidity is magnificent,
stupid are vivid, however.

Why would you think egotists are large?
egotists are the most little pride of all.
Are you upset by how smaller they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the egotism so least?

Theta Brainwave – Free Verse by Jay Parkhe


Theta

Free verse by jay

Because I could not induct Theta Wave,
they just inducted it for me.
Theta, Theta, every where,
Yet not a brain to induct.

I cannot but help stop and look at this magnetic depolarization.
Does the depolarization make you shiver?
does it?

Do you believe  the sinusoid is regular?
sinusoid seems irregular beyond belief.
Are you upset by how unorthodox it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the sinusoid so overground?

cunning rhythmicity sings a sonic boom
Never forgetting sly and artful rhythmicity.

Friendship Day – A Didactic Cinquain


Friendship Day – A Didactic Cinquain

by jay

Friendship Day
Fantastic, grand
Sounding, rocking, laughing
Never ending
Friend’s Way

Like a great lily in the shadowy glade where


Like a great lily in the shadowy glade where

In the head like a kick gods

who bit mankind sucked joyfully;
in hideous love-making on each skull;
and among water-lilies!

star which is melting away!

The wind kisses her breasts the shivering willows.
– its coolness on my feet, the flowers that you picked.
To the evening breeze dropping pollen like commas.
– nubile and full-blooded being a goddess with the.

Like a great lily, in the shadowy glade where
into the deep ocean

and the poet says
tremble at the tones flower-flesh perfumed;

I no longer felt myself,

whose sobs realize incredible floridas ,
stronger than alcohol lightnings and

the yellow-blue awakenings
dawns are heartbreaking,

i hung there

by Jay

Delta Free verse by Jay


A mudflat, however hard it tries,
Will always be Delta.
Does the mudflat make you shiver?
does it?

I cannot help but stop and look at the Theta estuary.
Does the estuary make you shiver?
does it?

I will consider my sudd.
For my sudd is little because it wants to provide.
A sudd is diminutive. a sudd is shrimpy,
a sudd is teentsy, however.

Bully – A Didactic Cinquain


Bully – A Didactic Cinquain

by jay

Bully

Snappy, Chiding

Joking, funloving, KickAss Humor

Ever so recidivist

Tor-Mentor

Delta- A Haiku


Delta – A Haiku

by jay

Delta sunsets hazy
scatterbrain beta bumps
into Alpha male

Adieu – Free Verse by Jay – Dhananjay Parkhe


In a Mentor’s life, Mentees come for:
1. A Reason
2. A Season,
3. Or for life and accept him/ her as Life Coach.
After a longish Five and half month I bid adieu to a worthy mentoree finally today.

Adieu
Free verse by Jay
(On Cloud Nine:Meaning: Having strong feelings of happiness or satisfaction. )
Congratulations, however hard you try,
I Will always Praise.
Do congratulations make you shiver?
do they?

The communion that’s really anathema,
Above all others are the serenades.
Do serenades make you shiver?
do they?

All that is little is not hello,
hello, by all account is big.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the hello,
Gently it goes – the liberal, the high, mighty fellow.

Adieu is faces of death music.
faces of death music is Adieu.
“a strolling guitarist serenades the diners”.
“a strolling guitarist serenades the diners”,
“a strolling guitarist serenades the diners”.
Adieu

Heart Of Gold Free verse by JAY


 

Heart Of Gold

Free verse by JAY

An aminophylline, however hard it tries,
Will always be GOLD.
Are you upset by how gilt it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the aminophylline so chromatic?

I cannot help but stop and look at underlying metal.
Never forget the subjacent and basic metal.

The spot that’s really cunning,
Above all others is the marble.
Mmm.
Why is it so cunning?

And the Autogenerated third version is given below 🙂

Heart Of Gold

Free verse by JAY

An aminophylline, however hard it tries,
Will always be GOLD.
Never forget the aureate and gilded aminophylline.

I cannot help but stop and look at underlying metal.
Now fundamental is just the thing,
To get me wondering if metal are rudimentary.

The zany marble sings like a veined hair
Mmm. mmm, mmm.

The Salt And Weak Pepper


A Poem by jay

Whose pepper is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I say hello.

He gives his pepper a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The pepper is emotional, weak and deep,
But salt has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in plate with ducts that weep.

He rises from his soggy bread,
With thoughts of madness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure

Swan Song – A Didactic Cinquain


Swan - A Didactic Cinquain

Swan – A Didactic Cinquain

by Jay

Swan
Trumpeter, fabulous
Porpoising, wandering, rambling
Ever so gibbous
Necked Swan

A Lass Called Jane by Jay


A Lass Called Jane

by Jay

There once was a old lass who lied.
She said, “See the lovely stride!”
It was rather simple,
But not mushroom pimple,
And she couldn’t resist the coincide.

Jay’s Quick Poetry-The Sharp And Grand Rock


Short story that inspired me to write a Quick Poem below

Imagine life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends and integrity. And you’re keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls — family, health, friends, integrity — are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered. And once you truly understand the lesson of the five balls, you will have the beginnings of balance in your life.

The Sharp And Grand Rock

A Poem by Jay Parkhe

Whose rock is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry A’llo.

He gives his rock a shake,
And screams you’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant glasses and bars awake.

The Rock is sharp, Grand and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightbirds he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man must keep.

He rises from his flat bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a men-O-pause you turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure

The Gorgeous And Gracious Re-Birthday A Poem by jay


The Gorgeous And Gracious Re-Birthday

A Poem by jay

Whose Re-Birthday is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.

She gives her Re-Birthday a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Re-Birthday is gorgeous, gracious and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

Omitted – Free Verse by Jay


Omitted

Free verse by jay

All that is present is not absent,
absent, by all account is Absent.
Now absentminded is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the absent is inattentive.

How happy are inadvertent, occasional omission!
Odd, obvious, occasional omission.
Never forget the unintended and accidental occasional omission.

Just like copious remarks, is polemical prefaces.
Do polemical prefaces make you shiver?
do they?

They cause BrainFog in my brain!

Blunder – A Didactic Cinquain by jay


Blunder – A Didactic Cinquain

by jay

Blunder
Tactless, colossal
Spoiling, fumbling, snubbing
Ever so baddest
Botch

(And to think I was called Godfather – The GodDadEst!)

Love Free verse by jay


Love

Free verse by jay

I saw the ardor kinship of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned sympathy.
Do sympathy make you shiver?
do they?

The quality that’s really transcendent,
Above all others is the goodness.
Now unknowable is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the goodness is unknown.

ardor are not fatless!
ardor are exceptionally rounded.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the ardor,
Gently they go – the potbellied, the rounded, the double-chinned.

The Springy And Jolly Eagle A Poem by Jay


The Springy And Jolly Eagle

A Poem by Jay

Whose eagle is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his eagle a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The eagle is springy, jolly and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

Imagination Free verse by Jay


I cannot help but stop and look at vivid, frightening fantasies.
Frightening fantasies are pure. frightening fantasies are realistic,
frightening fantasies are graphic, however.

How happy is the extravagant, wry whimsy!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the wry whimsy,
Gently it goes – the overweening, the wasteful, the profligate.

Amazing artistry are, in their way, poetic life of power.
Amazing artistry are dishonourable. amazing artistry are white-livered,
amazing artistry are irrational, however.

The quality that’s really zany,
Above all others is the boundlessness.
Never forget the wacky and cockamamie boundlessness.

I saw the the daring ingenuity of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the ready resourcefulness.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the ready resourcefulness,
Gently it goes – the adventuresome, the audacious, the venturous.

All that is nonintellectual is not spiritual spontaneity,
spiritual spontaneity, by all account is intellectual.
A spiritual spontaneity is rational. a spiritual spontaneity is mental,
a spiritual spontaneity is highbrowed, however.

The Sarcastic And Thundery Best Friend A Poem by Jay


The Sarcastic And Thundery Best Friend

A Poem by Jay

Whose best friend is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.

She gives her best friend a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The best friend is sarcastic, thundery and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.

She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

A Lass Called Jane :)


A Limerick by Jay

There once was a lass who liked swans.
She said, “See the lovely long johns!”
It was rather young,
But not very swung,
She just couldn’t say no to the bonnes.

 

Thanks to Datamuse, whose word engine was used to complete the poem.

The Jolly And Silly Octopus


A Poem by jay

Whose octopus is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I shout hello.

He gives his octopus a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The octopus is jolly, silly and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his water bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure

Lying in her long veils i shall let the wind


Lying in her long veils i shall let the wind

In a dream I shall feel lovely outstretched feet black velvety jacket;
kissed the nymph of lascivious satyrs;
the ruffled water-lilies! he sings and the woods sing!

On the blue summer evenings who dreams with.
– like an organ of iron, and that he has seen.
Curves of her back hemmed in by chimaeras.
– dreamy eye towards where the stars are sleeping.

Lying in her long veils, i shall let the wind
into the deep ocean why the blue silence
pierced by an unlucky unfathomable space;

As I was floating down, whose sobs realize incredible floridas ,
clamouring birds seen archipelagos of entranced in pallid flotsam
backwards into sleep, i hung there

by Jay 

Random Sentence/ Lateral thoughts


The three sentences I found at randome are: Will be interesting how they apply by the end of the day as possible solutions to the problems at hand.

I use Dr. Edward De Bono’s Random object attribution listing method of creative problem solving and the variant I use is Random sentences and Random phrases.  Both are path breakers in most instances that I have tried personally, for others or for businesses.  Try it out.

  1. Lets all be unique together until we realise we are all the same.
  2. Mary plays the piano.
  3. My Mum tries to be cool by saying that she likes all the same things that I do.

The Teacher and the Woman Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay


See the eating of the teacher,
I think he’s angry at the imaginary creature.

He finds it hard to see the tissue,
Overshadowed by the heavy gnu.

Who is that flying near the rat?
I think she’d like to eat the doormat.

She is but an intelligent woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noblewoman.

Her gentle car is just a turtle,
It needs no gas, it runs on pirtle.

She’s not alone she brings a sheep,
a pet pig, and lots of weep.

The pig likes to chase a monkey,
Especially one that’s in the flunky.

The teacher shudders at the fancy pig
He want to leave but she wants the rig.

Ant – A Haiku by jay


Ant – A Haiku

by jay

Linear wet dunes
An argentine, strange ant snaps
because of the ant

The Communicator and the Actress by jay


See the swimming of the Communicator,
I think he’s angry at the operator.

He finds it hard to see the octopus,
Overshadowed by the nocturnal puss.

Who is that frightening near the kangaroo?
I think she’d like to eat the pursue.

She is but a ready acting,
Admired as she sits upon a black tongue

Her glorious car is just a beach,
It needs no gas, it runs on reach.

She’s not alone she brings a spanner,
a pet donkey, and lots of tanner.

The donkey likes to chase a box,
Especially one that’s in the tarbox.

The Communicator shudders at the fine hammer
He want to leave but she wants the flamme

All brilliant about the ground


Quite comely above the dream
You summon arid idiots in the bullshit
Alack! The passion is born
Strange and comely over the land
We prod murky eruptions in the shadows
Alass! The sin was good


All brilliant about the ground


We condone splintering men against the water
Be watchful. The stink was hard
backlit grieving
never meeting
the next life waiting
Down what streets
the face in your mirror
look for love
while the world changed

Totally sexy about the dream


Random Poetry

Weird and cold about the towers
We sense dull weirdness within the grave
Damn! The sin is dying
I am murky about the spirits
You poke arid thoughts behind the dream
Be luminous. The fun was hard

Totally sexy about the dream
We stretch sinning fangs about the water
God! The inspiration has vanished
darkening curious
not understanding
a sense of danger
In how many places
the other
forget to go home
unable to stop

The Bright And Funny Rock A Poem by Jay


Whose rock is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his rock a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The rock is bright, funny and deep,
But he has promises to keep,

After cake and lots of sleep.

Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

Snail A Haiku


Snail – A Haiku

by Jay

On the rainy day
A large, awesome snail slithers
by the scorpion

Random Phrases that guided today… Sad, mad, crazy morning


And during the hard negotiation, due to my straight talk my friend became afraid and thought I would burst like a cracker or a bomb now 🙂 🙂 That changed the morning mood somewhat.

  1. Off One’s Base
    Meaning: A person that is crazy or behaving in idiotic ways  And I could take it no more. 🙂
  2. Fight Fire With Fire
    Meaning: To retaliate with an attack that is similar to the attack used against you. This was the best course of action left:)
  3. High And Dry
    Meaning: To be left behind; abandoned. Being in a helpless situation without a way to recover. The feeling or the aftermath.
  4. Man of Few Words
    Meaning: A person who does not speak a great deal; someone who talks with as few words as possible.  I choose not to use all fingers for typing on a key board and purse my lips to achieve this. 🙂

Auto generated poetry


With some edits here and there.

 

A smile of beautiful lips

a small rustle of wings

Dreaming in her pallor of gold

lovely outstretched feet black velvety jacket;
the river murmurs of lascivious satyrs;
that by starlight! for more than a thousand years!

Droops her pale flowerlike cheek squat flower-cups.
– golden foam on her hair, stars spring in the moss.
On his golden chariot dropping pollen like commas.
– proudly displays golden being a goddess with the.

A smile of beautiful lips, a small rustle of wings
showed her rosy navel her great veils rising
why the golden stars but endless;

I cared nothing for all,

whose sobs realize incredible Floridas,
never endured more triumphant

clamourings entranced in the pallid flotsam
delirious skies are, i hung there

by Jay & Arthur Rimbaud

The Petite, young, And Dusky Demure Husky Ms. Voice Tonality


A Poem by jay

Whose Husky Ms. Voice Tonality is that?

I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her Nasal Tonality a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Voice Tonality is petite and young.

dusky demure and deep,
But she has friends to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with wounds that weep.

She rises from her sulking bed,
With thoughts of chaotic madness in her head,
She idolises being a Rising Star.
Facing the day with never-ending yet, Far.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

Random phrases – that set the tone of my day sometimes….


  1. Up In ArmsMeaning: Angry; being roused to the point that you are ready to fight.
  2. Every Cloud Has a Silver LiningMeaning: To be optimistic, even in difficullt times.
  3. On the Same PageMeaning: Thinking alike or understanding something in a similar way with others.
  4. Drawing a BlankMeaning: Failing to recall a memory. Unable to remember something.
  5. Heads UpMeaning: Used as an advanced warning. To become keenly aware.
  6. Keep Your Shirt OnMeaning: Keeping calm. Usually said by someone who is trying to avoid making others upset.
  7. Fit as a FiddleMeaning: Being fit as a fiddle means to be in perfect health.
  8. Talk the TalkMeaning: Supporting what you say, not just with words, but also through action or evidence.
  9. Down For The CountMeaning: Someone or something that looks to be defeated, or nearly so.
  10. Needle In a HaystackMeaning: To keep going, pressing forward; never stopping.

Sometimes Random sentences make or mar our days.


  1. Sometimes it is better to just walk away from things and go back to them later when you’re in a better frame of mind.  So very true for this day.  Damn my biorhythms !
  2. I will never be this young again. Ever. Oh damn… I just got older.  That’s right. 
  3. He said he was not there yesterday; however, many people saw him there.  Hmmm… Must have lied to his wife, who else?:)
  4. Is it free? WHAT IS?  Yes, Advice is free, feedback is free. Even T H A T people charge money these days – they are called MENTORS like Jay 🙂 
  5. Tom got a small piece of pie. Hmmm… anything left for me.. NOOO! Im on diet till 31st July. Have to drop to 80Kg ! 
  6. She folded her handkerchief neatly.  One of my babyboomer (habit) privilege also stolen! 🙂 

The River and the Sea Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay


See the trotting of the River,
I think he’s angry at the mclvor.

He finds it hard to see the lake,
Overshadowed by the funny strip steak.

Who is that crawling near the pond?
I think she’d like to eat the beyond.

She is but a secret Sea,
Admired as she sits on an esprit.

Her happy car is just a flamingo,
It needs no gas, it runs on Domingo.

She’s not alone she brings a pond,
a pet shark, and lots of gond.

The shark likes to chase a fish,
Especially one that’s in the quish.

The River shudders at the bright crocodile
He wants to leave but she wants the restyle.

The Blueberries And Ponytail Dark Chocolate


A Poem by jay

Whose dark chocolate is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.

She gives her dark chocolate a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The dark chocolate is blueberries, ponytail and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.

She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.Please note: This poem was created with our quick poem generator, so results are fairly basic. Our other generatorsuse robots who take your input then trawl the dictionary for rhymes, synonymns and alliteration, creating a more unique experience.

 

Thanks to Datamuse, whose word engine was used to complete the poem.

Auto Praise for The Blueberries And Ponytail Dark Chocolate

“I can really relate to this. My dark chocolate is also blueberries, ponytail and deep.”
– The Daily Tale
“I feel sure I read a poem a bit like this last week…”
– Enid Kibbler
“What an evocative poem. It really conveys anger.”
– Hit the Spoof
“I wanted to cry after reading this poem, and it wasn’t ‘hello’!”
– Zob Gloop

 

What do you think of The Blueberries And Ponytail Dark Chocolate?

 

How can I be your friend?


Humming Bird

I am Cattle Class
I tended Cows and buffaloes
and cleaned holy shit
called Gobar – which was
Holier than thou,
they said.

In my childhood
they had
No fancy Fiberal
Hypocrite terms like
Child Labour or
Exploitation of poor.

I still held my Head high
against the Esteemed few
by being a KickAss Rebel

The Wise ones told me
to keep quiet and
Be satisfied and
Find Dignity in labour.

I am the pendulum moving
Right of Centre sometimes and
Center of Center Eccentric next.
They labelled me Neo-Convert.

So I’m can’t in
the same category
as your Left of Center friends.

I created a Class of my own
The Holy Cow-Shit Class.

How can such a Sanskaari
Be friends with
the Sickulars and
Fiberals.

The pseudo-rebels
who never tasted
Poverty or hardships

The brainwashed
Free Sex drug addicts
seducers and sedition
Artists.

the Commie and
Naxal, the JNU Types
No. No Way!
With times my Commie friends
Have Changed

They are the Closeted Neo-Rich
The ghost Liasion agents
of the powers that be and
the Puppeteers who
bankroll them
To keep up a Rebel front.

You may name me a Fiend,
That’s OKay!
But never a Friend.

Jay’s Left of Center -Eccentricity


Mood swings
and biorhythms
Neuromarketing
and algorithms

Life is so predictable
And it is vicious
Where is privacy
When my brain is
visible in their computers.

Capitalists and profiteers
And their slavish professors
And the cash burning advertisers
Work overtime these days
To get the To the top slice
of the brain of the Customer
Who was once the King !

How’s That? (See, I was a leftist eccentric once) 🙂

Fast paced learning continues. :)


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via Online Courses – Anytime, Anywhere | Udemy

The Clucking And Feathered Girl A Poem by jay


Whose girl is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.

She gives her girl a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The girl is clucking, feathered and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.

She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause, I turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

The Anguish of an Oyster – Ecem Yucel – via :Medium


7 others

Ecem Yucel
Daydreamer. Writer. Translator. Editor. Violinist. Bookworm. Anime fan. Beatle-maniac. Japanese & French learner. Murakami admirer. Turkish girl in Ottawa.
Jun 17
The Anguish of an Oyster

My soul reaches for you
while my idle hands
dangle at my sides.
Whenever I sip the black of the night,
I drink to you.

So many suns have passed over us;
now I’m neither young nor old.
Yet, I still carry your knot
on my throat
and your fire in my heart.

via The Anguish of an Oyster – Ecem Yucel – Medium

Of Frogs, Haiku and Haiku Generator effect :)


This is what I wrote

living the life of a frog

inside the well

watching the sky above

Oh! this sky is my limit.

I wondered when I showed

you the power of your latent dreams

The self-illuminated star that you are

Among the galaxy

You still let out the Frog

out of your throat !

This is what the Haiku generator created for me

In the out dreams
these throat
A sky illuminated

apologies to Basho


From living to the
The when out life
To the let.star.

apologies to Basho


No one throat
Along this your but I,
This your the.

apologies to Basho


In the galaxy a
No latent can Frog
How soon it must of.

apologies to Basho


An above the let…
A Oh outinto the living,
of! I again.

apologies to Basho


the limit,
The you is life of sky

apologies to Buson


the from the the
Frog out thisIn the power.

apologies to Buson


The wondered
when his the
this.

apologies to Issa


above out
of, that of,
To the watching in the life.

apologies to Issa


power’s of
out of the limit!
the you’s is through

apologies to Issa


Don’t life, living
limit, living,
Must out.

apologies to Issa


self that
As the who The the
And my.

apologies to Shiki


sky star,
How much out of it watching?
The throatis living.

apologies to Shiki


the those are of
We out a Oh of
On a power in a.

apologies to Shiki


I Frog an the
and galaxy my frog
have been I.

apologies to Kato Shuson


the the Oh
star, The the in my
with no limit to illuminated.

apologies to Soseki

About Those Myth-Heard Lyrics: An Introduction to Mondegreens


bout Those Myth-Heard Lyrics: An Introduction to Mondegreens
By Bob Grant on April 7, 2012
Have you been wondering what idiot would name a kid’s song “He’s Got the Whole World in His Pants?” If so, you’ve fallen victim to one of many examples of mondegreens.
The word mondegreen may be new to you, but if you’ve ever been embarrassed to learn that you’ve been mangling a song’s lyrics for years (and who hasn’t?) you’ve perpetrated one. We’ve presented tales of myth-heard song lyrics before, but this week we reveal how these “slips of the ear” got their official name.

Poor Lady Mondegreen
No matter how good your hearing is, you’ve surely misinterpreted a song or poetic performance at some point in the past. Until writer Sylvia Wright introduced the world to mondegreens in 1954, there was no official term for such aural accidents.

Wright’s offering derives from a childhood mishearing of the 17th century Scottish poem “The Bonny Earl of Murray,” often read to her by her mother:

Ye Highlands and ye Lowlands,
Oh, where hae ye been?
They hae slain the Earl of Murray,
And Lady Mondegreen.

While such an ending may appeal to fans of romantic tragedy, a la Romeo and Juliet, in truth there was no such Lady. The last line actually reads, “…and laid him on the green.” And so from a misunderstood line of an obscure ballad comes a term that stands for something always occurring, but never previously defined.

If you think the word “mondegreen” is unusual, consider these clunkers suggested as alternatives: “disclexia” and “Musical Ear Disturbance.” The word “lyricosis” is better, and certainly more descriptive, but it lacks the wonderful euphony of Ms. Wright’s lyrical creation.

Bohemian Rap City
Linguists blame something called “homophony,” or similarity of sounds, for misheard creations like erroneous song lyrics or so-called “eggcorns,” which are scrambled idioms, if you will, rather than verses.

Mondegreens aren’t limited to English; these and similar misunderstandings are inevitable in any language, since there are only so many different and individual verbal sounds that human beings are capable of producing. Add in malfunctioning ears and ambient noise, and the conditions are ripe for all kinds of hilarious fun.

When a Man Loves a Walnut
According to one six-year-old, for example, the central message of the song “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” is that “life’s a butter dream.” And more than one person has wondered why that girl wore raspberries and grapes in the old song “Raspberry Beret” by the Artist Once Again Known as Prince.

For heaven’s sake, they even creep into old Christmas standards. Some of us have yet to figure out what “police naughty dog” has to do with “Feliz Navidad” in the José Feliciano song of that name, any more than we understand why, exactly, someone should “sleep in heavenly peas.” That’s mondegreens for ya!

via About Those Myth-Heard Lyrics: An Introduction to Mondegreens.html

A brave and startling Truth – Maya Angelou


A BRAVE AND STARTLING TRUTH

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

“A Brave and Startling Truth” was published in a commemorative booklet in 1995 and was later included in Maya Angelou: The Complete Poetry (public library).

via A Brave and Startling Truth: Astrophysicist Janna Levin Reads Maya Angelou’s Stunning Humanist Poem That Flew to Space, Inspired by Carl Sagan – Brain Pickings

I like Ecem Yucel poetry on Medium.


I came across to you during a bleak twilight.
You eavesdropped to the silent scream in me;
I peeked at what you hid in your eyes.

Like every stranger who’d recognize one another
from the same shade of dark clouds they carry overhead,
we also acknowledged each other

by exchanging embarrassed smiles
as the witnesses of the never-ending darkness
in our worn-out hearts.

You gave me a quick nod,
I granted you half a smile,
then we went our separate ways.

via Witnesses – Ecem Yucel – Medium

Go Left, to see what is Left of Left!:)


Elvis Presley said “When things go wrong, 
don’t go with them. ” 
And I thought WHEN NOTHING GOES RIGHT, 
WHY DON’T I go left. 
 
I was at Centre of Right, 
Wanted balance and became Centred
I was called names
They called me Self-Centred. 
 
Things are going wrong, Again! 
I am thinking of going Left to see
What is Left of Left! 
 
Mister Maverick Eccentric Jay! 
Don’t you boast,
what goes up also comes down
And that’s not what Elvis said!
You should have heard what Elvis Said,
And Gone where Wrong Went! 
 

Begin a Day with Some Random Phrases:


I usually look for a word, sentence or phrase at the beginning of the day.  It gets stuck in the brain like the Musical note or a lyric – (I hear favorite songs daily for 2 hours+ while on the walk) and usually is an important one and sometimes a reminder too. It stays in the subconscious and does its work of sending cues, triggers, prompts or harsh nudges by elbows to my ribs sometimes with its reminders.

  1. All Greek To Me
    Meaning: 
    When something is incomprehensible due to complexity; unintelligble.
  2. Goody Two-Shoes
    Meaning: 
    A smugly virtuous person.
  3. There’s No I in Team
    Meaning: 
    To not work alone, but rather, together with others in order to achieve a certain goal.
  4. Don’t Look a Gift Horse In The Mouth
    Meaning: 
    When you receive a gift from someone, do not be ungrateful.
  5. Like Father Like Son
    Meaning: 
    Resembling one’s parents in terms of appearance or behavior.

Tissue – A Haiku :)


by Jay

Sand sarcastic dunes
A nervous, tissue frightens
snoopervision of a  husband

uto Praise for Tissue – A Haiku

“The juxtaposition of tissue and husband is truly inspired.”
– The Daily Tale
“I don’t like short poems. So why am I reviewing a haiku, you may wonder? Well, I liked the title – ‘Tissue’. It went down hill from there.”
– Enid Kibbler
“Amazing how so few words can set a scene so perfectly. I close my eyes and all I can see is the sand sarcastic dunes.”
– Hit the Spoof
“I felt that I was a tissue. It was spooky. I hope to read more by Jay. Perhaps next time, something longer.”
– Zob Gloop
“I’ve always wanted to write a haiku about a tissue. I can’t belive Jay has beaten me to it.”
– Betty Borison
Sand sarcastic dunes is a popular first line for a haiku. It’s incredible how much diversity can be achieved with those final lines.”
– Chris Critic, otherwise known as Cristic

What do you think of Tissue – A Haiku?

Auto=praise for Auto generated Haiku. WOW!


Thanks to Datamuse, whose word engine was used to complete the poem.

Auto Praise for Spanner – A Haiku
“The juxtaposition of spanner and boyfriend is truly inspired.”
– The Daily Tale
“I don’t like short poems. So why am I reviewing a haiku, you may wonder? Well, I liked the title – ‘Spanner’. It went down hill from there.”
– Enid Kibbler
“Amazing how so few words can set a scene so perfectly. I close my eyes and all I can see is the inclement mountain.”
– Hit the Spoof
“I felt that I was a spanner. It was spooky. I hope to read more by jay. Perhaps next time, something longer.”
– Zob Gloop
“I’ve always wanted to write a haiku about a spanner. I can’t belive jay has beaten me to it.”
– Betty Borison
“Inclement mountain is a popular first line for a haiku. It’s incredible how much diversity can be achieved with those final lines.”
– Chris Critic, otherwise known as Cristic

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via Spanner – A Haiku | Haiku Generator

We are all Self-Luminous Stars! Cast Down on Earth. ..My latest Poem.


I loved to watch Stars in a Dark Night as a kid.

I still do,

not that frequently.

Now Home, TV, LAPTOP

screen bind me. 

I always thought

The Sky is 

An Empty Wall.

One day I shall

find my space there

I shall write my name 

on that wall. 

Then I shall be known

As a Self-luminous Star

And a Christian friend

Gave a Bible as Gift.

I read the page

Isaiah 14:12

Passage: 

How you have

fallen from heaven,

morning star,

son of the dawn!

You have been cast down

to the earth,

you who once

laid low the nations!

It gave birth to my first

Poetry at 15 whose Punchline was

A teaching from my First Mentor

Realise Mastery in Servitude. 

Thank you ☺️ Pᶓȵfĩℓả 💕 for kind nomination.


I pay my gratitude to Nirant for nominating me for the Liebster Award. I appreciate the trust that you have on me. He is indeed a unique writer. Thanks a ton. Buddies, it is time you take a glance at his blogs. You will not get back unsatisfied! PS: I take on awards, not for […]

via Liebster Award | 3rd Nomination — Help Break The Silence

As I said to you

☺️ Pᶓȵfĩℓả 💕 I do not understand these awards and have never craved for them. After your reading your blog I have begun to understand.  My sincere gratitude for thinking of me to nominate.  Warm regards. jay

 

Let me help you with your baggage.


Keep Your Eyes Peeled

 

As the clock on this blog
and clock on my laptop
are 1 hour different
from each other.

 

 

Don’t step
on the broken glass.
As I broke the laptop 
Clock

 

 

A song can make
or ruin a person’s day
only if they let it
get to them.
If I don’t like
something, like a song
I’ll just
stay away from it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The waves were crashing
on the shore;
it is a lovely sight
She worked two jobs
to make ends meet;
at least, that was
her reason for not
having time to join us.

 

When I ran out of money,
so I had to stop
playing poker and
the foolish joker I was.

 

 

 

The waves were
crashing on the shore;
it was a lovely sight.
The mysterious diary
recorded my voice.

 

 

 

Random -Rambling -Rants :)


The Plot generator sent me a few sentences and it started getting thicker. Imagine writing something as mundane as the following statements in Bold...:)

  • She folded her handkerchief neatly.

    And I realized the semi-wet piece of white cloth which got moist just looking at the screen for nearly 100 minutes on a Video call. Eyes were most, but words coming clear and firm. The discussions were heated and the confrontation brought stunned silence. I had to change tracks and laugh out loud to lessen the impact. There was constant wiping of First the right eye and later the left eye and the pursed lips told the story of suppressed sadness and angry emotions.

  • Everyone was busy, so I went to the movie alone.

    The reason is, I tend to emote and shed a lot of tears whenever I see a very heart touching dialogue and superlative acting – and I like to be alone then.  I had struggled during my Film Censoring days when it was embarrassing and awkward and once a Lady Film Director saw me in this mode and smiles understandingly and when we passed her film – she said, “Jay, you made my day. My film and actors had to bring out this emotion and I was happy to see you shedding tears at the right scenes while maintaining your Objectivity as Censor ( and suggesting a few cuts as well 🙂 ) I am certain the audiences will like the film. It did. It was a Hit.

  • The lake is a long way from here.

    No I did not shed so many tears to fill the lake :).  These are our private moments, we shed tears at times very privately, without anyone knowing and we mask our emotions, sentiments.  Some fierce, firebrand people I have met have privately shared with me their quiet moments when they sobbed alone and shed tears profusely to calm their nerves.  IMHO,  it is good to let emotions flow sometimes rather than letting them stay suppressed with more pressure so that others do not know our inner softness. I won’t ever call it a weakness – I feel it is very natural. I tend to think it is Being Human.

  • What do you think?

I was very proud of my nickname throughout my life – What’s in a Name?


I was very proud of

my nickname

throughout my life,

but today-

I couldn’t be any different

to what my nickname was.

She told me she won’t use

my nickname again

It so happened,

I said Let me help you with

your baggage and bagasse’

and let’s throw this

into the Sky

with all our might.

But he was too short

to see over the fence.

A song such as this

could make or ruin

a person’s day

if one lets it get to us.

She did her best to help him.

and checked to make sure

that I was still alive and

The mysterious diary

recorded the voice.

but today-

I couldn’t be any different

to what my nickname was.

When I was little

I had a car door slammed shut

on my hand.

I still remember it

quite vividly.

but today-

I couldn’t be any different

to what my nickname was.

The shooter said goodbye to his love.

My Nick Name – WAS – JAYA 🙂

AND Now I know what’s in a Name anyway?