The ideal world
Imagine a world without pain,
Where no one had to suffer in vain.
Where truth would always win,
And there would be no sin.
A place where each would help a neighbour in distress,
Where none would curse but instead bless.
What if all of our own decisions were sensible,
Nothing then would seem impossible.
A world like this everyone would admire,
And it is what we all desire.
And it is what we all desire.
But doesn’t it sound like a visit to a different planet in space?
Because aren’t we all busy running life’s race?
We still have many miles to walk to reach there,
But we could all take a step each day if we really care.
This poem is written for Weekend Wordle #7 at A prompt each day and for Day 18 of Ultimate Blog Challenge
it feels like poem was written and prompt was made based on it 😀 perfect reema 🙂
Thank you Sachin 🙂
High, girl!
While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our blogs a lotta (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear – neet-o, packaged, concise.
Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with a most excellent detector of bull§ht):
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love –
jump into faith…
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, lucrative iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX…
of deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.
Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.
High, girl!
While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our blogs a lotta (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear – neet-o, packaged, concise.
Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with a most excellent detector of bull§ht):
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love –
jump into faith…
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, lucrative iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX…
of deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.
Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.
Nice! I really enjoyed and related to this writing.
Thank you 🙂
I like the optimism in this poem 🙂
Thank you Simran 🙂