Uncertainty is the
Constant certainty of our life
It will never cease to amaze us
By the variable cadence
Of its glockenspiel
That like the balmy fire
Warms our freezing soul
But the very next moment
Burns the spirit of our core
Endorsing real life drama
Beneath the sapphire sky of hope
Destined to languish
And perish with disgrace
As the Satan
In the semblance of Saints
Living in the dense forest
Of his own torments
By preaching abhorrence
Contrary to the goodness
In the grievous life of hollow course
Abased by the gravity of mayhem
Amidst the deranged certainty
Of the constant uncertainty
For the rendezvous
Of moment with the perpetuity
Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Reviews of "Uncertainty Is The Constant Certainty Of Our Life "
Reviewed by serenety L (Reader)
Reviewed on September 15, 2003
This one is outstanding.
Love it.
Nico
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on August 31, 2003
Sensational....I would like to add this to my library.
OH! Bhuwan this is wisdom at it's best...geeezz...you better pass some more my way...I keep on going the wrong way!!
But after reading you am back on track for the day...hehehe ... smiles!!
Now this poem is a keeper and I will read it twice a day if I know I will stay good by doing it!!
Very warm love and hope you entered this for the contest!!
Love Tinka
< <Huggggss>>
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on August 31, 2003
Bhuwan, your poetry exhudes a perpetual rhythm of life. You are such a great painter of words and ideas. Sometimes I stand in awe of your talent. Trixie echoes my sentiments. We think you are a great writer. But alas, Trixie is leaving me now.
I interfered with her calm placid world. I became nuisance like a fly on her brow, for I am a volatile flame and will burn out very soon. I love her. Isn't it strange that the one thing I love most in life I can't have. Can you write a magic poem my friend to stop my tears Bhuwan, mend my broken heart, and bring us back together. I NEED A MIRACLE. Your Friend Bill without his Trixie by his side. I am nothing anymore.
Your title says it all with the rest as convfirmation. Uncertainty is like a disease within itself. Wisdom flows from your pen once again.
~Jackie~
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 30, 2003
Bhuwan,
You stroke your pen in the defence and offence of huumanity again dear poet. Such insight and wisdom you offer each time like a gentle teacher you bestow these jewels.
"That like the balmy fire
Warms our freezing soul
But the very next moment
Burns the spirit of our core
Endorsing real life drama
Beneath the sapphire sky of hope
Destined to languish
And perish with disgrace
As the Satan
In the semblance of Saints
Living in the dense forest
Of his own torments "
Love n Luck clapping powerful from U again.
Lady Peg
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The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
Love it.
Nico
*Marlene*
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As the Satan
In the semblance of Saints
Living in the dense forest
Of his own torments
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~Chrissie
Words of wisdom my dear friend...
Fantastic as always...
Your friend
Trixie :)
Tami
Excellent write my friend
William
But after reading you am back on track for the day...hehehe ... smiles!!
Now this poem is a keeper and I will read it twice a day if I know I will stay good by doing it!!
Very warm love and hope you entered this for the contest!!
Love Tinka
< <Huggggss>>
I interfered with her calm placid world. I became nuisance like a fly on her brow, for I am a volatile flame and will burn out very soon. I love her. Isn't it strange that the one thing I love most in life I can't have. Can you write a magic poem my friend to stop my tears Bhuwan, mend my broken heart, and bring us back together. I NEED A MIRACLE. Your Friend Bill without his Trixie by his side. I am nothing anymore.
~Jackie~
You stroke your pen in the defence and offence of huumanity again dear poet. Such insight and wisdom you offer each time like a gentle teacher you bestow these jewels.
"That like the balmy fire
Warms our freezing soul
But the very next moment
Burns the spirit of our core
Endorsing real life drama
Beneath the sapphire sky of hope
Destined to languish
And perish with disgrace
As the Satan
In the semblance of Saints
Living in the dense forest
Of his own torments "
Love n Luck clapping powerful from U again.
Lady Peg