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Long poem by wala na | Details |

Am I Turning into a Lizard Serial Killer

Hmmm, where do I start? With deep sighs, I am sighing right now.
I just finished burying 2 lizards, and my heart is heavy...

Let me back up a bit...bear with me if I might turn out to be confusing here,
but I just need to write this, release something, in some way
Although I must admit, this is not exactly what I had in mind to write for this day,
hopefully I can write something more decent later...

I have been wanting to write something for my brother since yesterday,
since February 26 is his 10th year death anniversary.
The words remained stuck in my heart, 'til I fell asleep.

Visited him again today, heard mass for him, 
ate a Chinese dinner with my parents and sister, went home.

I now needed dessert. Got a piece of Ferrero Rocher, but just one wouldn't do.
So I got a piece of Almond Roca this time and ate it while walking.

All this time, I have managed to keep my tears away
but maybe somehow, someway, if tears want to fall, they will find a way?

I walk to that area again as I ate that piece of chocolate-
when what do you know, what do you know??

Oh sighs.

I stepped on a lizard.  Again 

Yes. Almost exactly the Same area, tail falls off, and the lizard skitters away.

But. I did not slip this time. But, yes, I still screamed, scaring everybody again.

I. Could. Not. Simply. Believe. IT.

One month and 25 days after, I step on a lizard. Again.

Today, of all days. As if I needed more reason to be sadder.

This time around, I had the sense to try to find that lizard. 
I had to know if it lived, if it was okay.
I pushed away the nearby cabinet.
And there it was.
Rather, and there they were.

The lizard that I stepped on now
and the petrified remains of the lizard that I stepped on on new year's day...
the other one didn't live after all :(

I know it was that lizard, same area, no tail, who else could it be?
Survival mechanism, no match for my killer foot.

By this time, I am crying, sobbing. 
Seriously, the tears just start falling, and my heart so heavy.
And I know it's from the combination of so many things.
The day itself, what I had just done, just things running through me.

What broke my heart, was to see that lizard. 
I was wearing rubber shoes this time, last time I was wearing slippers.
And its guts had spilled from its sides. 
I couldn't help but keep on saying, "Oh, oh, oh lizard, I am so sorry"

I touched it feebly, and it was literally gaping its mouth.
I don't think I can ever forget that?
Such a small creature, gasping, with its insides out, 
its skin on its legs and body scraped.
In pain.
Dying.

And it was all my fault.

My sister was there with me, trying to help in her own way.

But yes, there's nothing you can really do...I didn't want to stress it even more,
and let death finish what I did. 


There's so much I can glean from this, and I want to ramble on, so badly
but I will try to stop myself from rambling too much.

I put the two lizards, along with a note, the dates when I stepped on them 
(ok, killed them), and placed them carefully in a chocolate truffle box.

I buried them and still feel so sorry.

In some ways, this is can be so funny, and just  freaky & crazy (what's new, this is me?)
What were the odds??? Same place, same thing happening.
And I can't help but roll my eyes at myself as well, just finding it so hard to fathom
how I stepped on not just one but Two lizards in just two months.

I bet that the lizards are all afraid of me now, 
saying how I am a lizard killer. A serial lizard killer.
MO: stepping on them while screaming, maybe my screams also killed them off?

I actually took photos of both lizards, I am not sure why though.
Oh dear God, help me, I am acting like one, even documenting them.

I tell you, as I watched that lizard die, I couldn't help but just also
think of St. Jude (for the impossible) and St. Francis of Assisi (for animals).

I know he was dying, but somehow, yes, prayers still comfort me.

I just feel so guilty, with this happening. 

I still can't help but cry for those lizards, death by me, for no reason at all,
no purpose served.

Animals, people....death.

I know it's all a part of life... 
but it still doesn't change the fact how death can change us
and of how I am responsible for two lizard deaths.
I know they were just small animals, but Still. They were living creatures.

Death can change us in small ways, some in big ways, negatively or positively.

It all boils down to death transforming us one way or another...

I won't expound on it anymore, this is too long,
but one of the ways I can think of comparing it to, is that of a chemical change,
maybe of the spirit, the soul? Not merely a physical change.


And we can never be the same. 






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Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

QUANDARY

Opening the window for a breeze… Dogs are barking!  My mind is only on me.  Relaxing…  As my story of the day unfolds, someone knocks.  Startling me, I hurry to the front door.  There stands an image of long-ago.  We hug and I let him in.  I begin to remember how deeply in love I was with this man.  But our destinies had to part and I left with my heart.  We talked for hours.  No intimacy transpired between us because we knew our lives was not fair to us and therefore, we did not desire any closeness.  Just reminiscence of tragedy we had went through for healing purposes on this three-year Anniversary.

***

What happen?  You may ask.  This is the tale as is.

***

His mother desired to be me.  So she set out to steal my identity.  In darkness she laid in our bed waiting on Ted.  A man entered the room and she presumed her man had come home.  Voicing that she was there, my stalker shot her three times in the head.  The bullets were for me.  In irony, she had really stolen my identity.  He shot himself as well ending my dilemma.

The police came on the screen afraid that it was me.  Ted and I played it off.  He had told me his ordeal with his mother as a teenager.  He was the star athlete at our high school.  His mother was unstable and desired him for her sex tool.  She will explain that this would keep them close but he could not tell anyone.  His grandmother, on his father side, had filled Ted in on his mother family history of incest.  Ted figured he did not want any part of that mess.  So he asked his father could he live with him but he also keep in contact with his mother because of his sister and brother.  His father said yes to Ted and asked his other kids did they want to live with him as well.  It so happen that his sister was close to their mother and his brother was also.  So they said no.

Ted graduated from high school as valedictorian of his class and his body was explosive.  Ted was fine as he could be.  He now could communicate with his mother without her approaching him for sex.  He had not told his father of this instead he kept this to himself.  Nevertheless, his mother, in secret, still desired her son.

Ted and I started dating in high school.  I was familiar with his family through us living in the same metropolitan city; however, not in the same community.  We end up going to the same university in the city we lived in and our relationship flourished.

We moved into our apartment while we were in college and his mother use to come over.  And now, three years later, we remember the tragedy.  Ted cries out to me and I answered.  We are bonded by our relationship but not by marriage.  He has successfully conquered his demons and mine's disappear on that night of my stalker death.

Ted mother was wealthy and I knew that she only was nice to  me because of Ted.  The police discovered she had paid my stalker to pursue me as his prey.  Ted has been told this as well and he stated that is why his mother is dead in which he says quietly to himself, “This ends this horrid tale.”

[Queasy Queen Beings and they do not know anything of it. Ted is Queasy Queen’s son and he has her powers. He would have acquired his mother’s powers without help, which would have been through incest before forty (40). However, incest did not happen between Ted and his mother, Queasy Queen; therefore, he will acquire her powers at the age of forty (40) via other means.  His sister and brother have theirs but did not divulge because there mother had explain theirs to them when she bestowed.  Telling Ted’s sister, Harmony, at ten (10) years of age what she was doing as she assisted her in getting dressed. she kissed her neck. Telling Ted’s brother, Destine, at fifteen (15) years of age, when he was leaving why she kissed him.  Incest was only for Ted because he was the oldest and her first born.  His grandmother on his father side knew nothing of this because she was human and disagreed with incest openly.  More so, this was unheard of through entities of the government.]


Long poem by PENINNAH NGANGA | Details |

THIS WOMAN HIS WIFE 3

five decades of experience and vast global knowledge
he met and lay with all kind of ladies.
Intellectuals
Blondie
Women that sparks extreme desire
Some whose names he couldn't pronounce
Even those with no clue as to why God make a girl...

Never did he image
a simple 25 year old beauty
will be the bait to make him surrender.

His friends and families bet
it will last for as long
as she could satisfy his groin.
Its been fourteen years of bliss in this marriage
two handsome boys and a dog
still
he finds her irresistible.

This woman his wife
she makes him nervous
second-guess himself
hell!
she makes him question his manhood.

He is well known and influential
a man of means
proud and egotistic
but the moment she came into his life
the balance of power shifted.
She's in total control.

Stubborn as a mule!
He often find himself inflamed.
Arrrrgggggg!!!!
She makes him so angry with her arguments.
"Why must she always contend?"
So opinionated
such a strong personality!
"Where in heaven did you come from woman?"
is a frequent line that sends her laughing
knowing she has won again.

He recalls their first year of courtship
they would disagree so much
politics,economics
technology
their social lives...
At times they went for days
weeks
without a word.
He dated several women in-between
eventually he gave up.
"There will be women more beautiful than her,
learned and more elite."
But he realized
none
will ever possess more grace
inner beauty and brains
than his simple town girl from Kenya.

Today they celebrate their anniversary in the Bahamas
he laughs at the number of time she fall
learning to surf.
He would try to talk her out if it
but
he knows too well she's never been one to quit.
Her determination amaze him.
Once she stayed in the water too long
he went frantic thinking he had lost her
to the vast Ocean.

The thought of losing her scares him
more than the thought of losing
his huge empire
or even his own life.

He flinch as he recalls a painful encounter on his 42nd birthday
that would have seen him lose her.
He hurt her so bad
she wasn't sure she will ever recover.
It was tragic and excruciating to both of them.
But after a month of total anguish and despair
she forgave him.
She fought for them!
"With all she got and still she wanted me!"

It was the first time anyone had purely loved him.
Accepted him with all mistakes and wrong choices.
"It was literary being born again.
more than a second chance.
Its like all along i had been blind
or locked up
and had been granted freedom."

"With all my records and achievements
it was the first time i felt good enough.
I found my purpose!"

She is the only trophy worth mentioning.

This woman his wife
so rich of thrill and delight.
unpredictable and full of adventure.
No wonder his now 27 old daughter adore her so.
She is the life of the party
a puzzle he no longer care to figure out.
You cannot interact with her and remain sane.
She will teach you ways to appreciate life
make each day count.

Often he claims
he wouldn't be here had she left.
Though she's the baby
he gets all the nurture.
"She protects me not just from the world
but from me too."
She has been his guide and guard
with her he can never go wrong.
"She is the lamp sent from above to light my path."
No longer looks over his shoulder
he know she will never hurt nor betray him.

Once after dinner he broke hysterically
"Her cooking is aphrodisiac
Her love making insatiable
Her sense of style unimaginable"
Haha!he exclaimed!
"Her strength immense
her joy is endless
her faith steadfast."

She is the pillar that holds them together.

As a black man once proudly sang
this woman his wife
"She gives me good loving!"
........    ....... ......
(TO BE CONTINUED)


Long poem by Eliza Dimagiba | Details |

10 years

10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...






























10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...









































10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...





























Long poem by Ruth Sabath Rosenthal | Details |

Sister -- a poem in 3 parts

I.

End-Cut Prime Rib of
Beef,  Crab-
Cake, Lobster Tail,
Sea Scallops.

I feel — no — need
to, eat those foods
you 
asked that I get
you. So I scour the
internet 

for upscale
Manhattan restaurant
menus, listing,
first and foremost,
roast prime rib of
beef, 

confident that, if I
find that, the
seafood items 
will appear on at
least one of them,
too. 

It’s the Post House,
on East 63rd Street,

that has everything.
And, on this day, 

the 1st anniversary
of your death, I’m
eating 
the foods you
craved, yet, I do
not savor 

a morsel. But not to
worry, Renee, 
for next year, same
date, I’ll try
again, 

and maybe, just
maybe, I’ll find it
easier 
to enjoy what you
surely would have, 

if only I’d realized
there was no time
left.
No time left, as I
held your hand 

and watched American
Idol 
while you morphed
into what-

ever it is one
becomes at death. 


II.

Regarding Robert
Frost, I muse, if 
he’d taken the other
road, would he 
have moved to
England, where 

his poetry was a hit
from the get-go; 
would he have been a
constant farmer, 
or teacher, or
newspaper reporter —


not a bard who
crafted the simplest
words 
into mysterious,
memorable poems; 
not a father who
couldn’t prevent 

his children’s
deaths; not a
husband 
who couldn’t keep
his wife from 
sinking deep into
depression.

Every day, since
your death, I think 
about what I
could’ve done and
should 
not have done as
your sister, your
twin. 

How I’d sat on my
laurels and let you 
navigate on your
own, with me never 
whole-heartedly
trying to steer away


from conflict with
you. Me, who 
found it too hard
staying involved 
in that life of
yours. Truth be
told, if 

there’d been two
diverging roads for
me 
to choose one, way
back when, neither 
the worse for wear,
I would’ve sought 

you out — asked you
which one 
you’d take if you
were me, and surely 
I’d have taken the
other.


III.

I sent you an e-mail
hours ago, 
right after
rereading a few from
you, 

out of the many
final ones I never
deleted. 
According to AOL,
the one I sent you 

today, dated
3/30/2014 11:42:47
AM 
Eastern Daylight
Time, was delivered!
 

It’s been 2 years, 1
month, 7 days, minus

approximately 9
hours, 

since you died, and
I’m wondering if 
my message reached
you?  I made it
short, 

wanting not to
rehash what we’ve
said 
and written to each
other since 

the moment we could.
Renee, if 
I don’t hear back
from you, I’ll
assume 

you can’t make
yourself be heard,
or choose 
not to. Although, it
could be, I’m not
listening 

well enough — much
the same as when 
you’d lived. No
matter, I’ll be
writing you 

from here on, and
I’ll stay on
high-alert, 
lest I miss a single
word or whisper. 

P.S.  It’s 3 days
later and my e-mail 
has been returned as
unread: “Undelivered
Mail 

Returned to Sender -
MAILER-DAEMON,” 
which prompted me to
look up “daemon”  

in the dictionary:
(in ancient Greek)
archaic spelling 
of “demon” —a
divinity or
supernatural being
of nature 
between gods and
humans; an inner or
attendant spirit 
or inspiring force;
tutelary spirit;
genius loci.

So, thanks to AOL, I
(tend to) believe 
you’re out there,
somewhere in 

the electronic (or
otherwise) universe,
perhaps, 
in a place
universally known as
heaven. 

You, out there,
watching me
grappling with 
your death 24/7.



Long poem by PENINNAH NGANGA | Details |

GOODBYE MY LOVE

Dear Erick,
i remember like its yesterday when we first met.
Second Sunday of the cold July
few days to my parents anniversary.
you said,"Hi am Erick and I would love to know you!"
We exchanged numbers
we shared photos of places we been to
day till the wee hours of the morning
we would talk tirelessly.
The world,politics,technology,time,spaces
there is no stone we didn't turn.
We did not always share same view
but always we agreed to disagree.
Haha!
You kept saying, "I have found my match!"
We clicked so well!
The connection was undeniable.

Then that weekend you left for fishing in Ireland
we hardly talked
i was so miserable.
I remember thinking,"am falling in love with this man!"
That Sunday when you got a connection in London
the first words you said when were
"I have a feeling there is a big fight awaiting."
Haha!
Though that was our first fight
it was the day we found our center.

It has been so amazing ever since.

We have had our heavenly moment
Skype can tell you that.
We have had our share of pain too
Whatsapp can testify.
Our major break up on your birthday last year
The down time we both went through
beginning of this year...
But somehow
somehow still
our friendship and our love remains a constant force.

Atleast not until lately when all the crude fighting began.

You say i blame you all the time
that am playing hard ball
trying to push you away
that i do not trust you.

But you been the one changing the game.
I understand your life is speeding up
but you forget the results of that on us.
Beyond chasing contracts and making millions
you forgot there is a bride back home
in need of your quality time.

You said you had thought of it hard enough
and it is better that we break up.
I deserve better you said
we are not happy anymore.

Obviously you have a point.
We are not happy as we need to.
I think i idolize you too much that i forget you human
in need of my affection as much as i need yours.
But you also forgot your duty
to silence my insecurities with reassurance and tenderness
like you used to.

Four days and five nights still i wait
a word
a text
a sign
a clue
that you have not given up on us.
But the silence remains.

En zo mijn lifde  (and so my love
ik hou van je     (i do love you
ik can romans schrijven over ons (i can write novels about us
ik zal waarschijnlijk een Mills&Boon versie van ons schrijven (I will probably write a Mills&Boon version of us
Maar                   (But
als dit is waar onze altijd eindigt (if this is where our forever ends
dan will ik dat je weet    (then i want you to know
HET IS EEN MOOI LEVEN AAN UR ZIJDE GEWEEST.(IT HAS BEEN A BEAUTIFUL LIFETIME BY YOUR SIDE)

However
should you decide to change your mind
you can come back anytime
but like yourself
i too will need a few days to figure out things.
Because
when we vowed for better or worse
you should have known that this is one of such ugly times.
You should have never left.

Goodbye my love.
Or is it?






Long poem by Gary Fields | Details |

Will A Divided House Stand In any Land

@one must have lived
on both' sides of
justice to be fully
exposed...gf


There are so many
     languages'
There are oh! So
many plans'
But, in this day of
confusion..
Can it really
stand....
     ------
Their are those who
live in the shadow
There are those who
are on top!
Many have faith in
the interest of
justice
I say some-times' it
is merely just a
plot!
   ----- Now think
about that ----
           
----------
Do you live in a
state of justice
Or in a state of
police...
Where your strife is
minimal
And pales' beyond
belief
           ---------
Can you go out at
   ? ...night!
With-out subscribing
of your plight
Hence:  the fear of
going out at night
            -------
This reflects' the
type of judgement
That which you
subscribe
too....

A issue shrouded
in black and white
A deadly combination
of the many social
wrongs' or
rights'...
         Where the
truth comes' to the
light
       ----
As a human body lay
riddled in the heat
and stench
of the night....
          --------
If you are stopped
in a store to-day
Do you expect to
make it home?
        -Or-
Are you subjected
to the night?
Where justice is
swift a constant
norm!
     - Only...
To end up at the
business end of
justice...!

To the end of
justice....!
contrary to
your life.... 

 Only to be pondered
upon as a
creature in that
laboratory of
life...
Where you your-self
have just payed
The supreme price
from a flash of
justice
That threatens' to
end your life...
         .......... 
Where some-one else
in his unique 
......since of
justice amend to
take your life
(Some-call it a snap
decision only... it
is
        .......not
such a snap to take
another life) later
deemed 
to be call a mishap
in the name of
protecting life
I still say' maybe
we are
acting on a little
bad advice
         -----
justifiable murder
In the name of our
Constitution....  
Needless too say,
Is this the best
solution?

Who's constitution
dare I choose?

Your life
choked-off,
filled full of
holes'
With a truth slowly
delivered....
only God knows'
just exactly
What has just
transposed...
     .... And the
reason why so many
should die....
          ------
Who's brand of
justice would you
survive...  In that
vain' instance
Just to stay
alive....
      -Or-
 which do you
care.... to defend?

Would it be
attributed to the
feat of justice 
Or will it be just
us?

Or to the
determination of the
life of just another
Young innocent
man..... Or that
breath of justice
From which he did
truly depend...

To abide and to
trust in....

The accomplishment
of man... Awh! Yes,

The truth depends'
on the end of the
sword
That which is in
your hand..... With
the meter
of justice that we
are
willing to
defend....

That brand of
justice that which
you may call upon
for the sake of your
fellow man!



Poet/Author
Gary Fields
Censored in Contrast







Long poem by Merv Webster | Details |

Why Dot Won't LeAve the Farm

Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm alongside Boggy Creek
and milked  a hundred fresian cows … yes seven days a week.

Now Dotty took to motherhood and had some eighteen kids
and Bobby too was very fond of all his billy lids.
Though life was using hand me downs from hats to underwear,
it taught them old world values; like the gift of how to share.

Dot seldom ventured from the place and trips to town were rare
as she’d become content with life and simple country fare.
But Bob, in a romantic mood, applied his boyish charm
and thought he’d hit the city and get Dotty off the farm.

Their anniversary was due and Bob now thought it time
to hit the big smoke for a change were they could wine and dine.
Well Dot had dressed up to the nines and looked a proper treat,
but how to fit her in the ute had poor Rob kind of beat.

Poor Dot was three axe handles when one measured ’cross her rump
and putting things politely she was rather flamin’ plump.
But Dot she was a country girl and just jumped in the back
and soon both her and husband Rob were heading down the track.

The cities razzle dazzle blew both Dot and Rob away
and headed for the classy place where they were gonna stay.
But when Dot hit the doorway well she then ran out of luck,
as she was jammed there tightly and evidently stuck. 

The chaps behind the service desk and three bell boys as well
they tried to push poor Dotty free but Robby knew darn well
that Dottie’s hefty hips were simply wedged in there too tight
and going out to wine and dine was now in doubt that night.

Just then a bell boy cried out loud, “I have a plan for sure.
I’ll grab the local rugby team that’s dining right next door.”
The forwards packed behind poor Dot and gave it all they had,
but all they did was stir her up and she was getting mad.

Then Rob remembered once back home how Bert the bull was jammed
real tight inside the race they had and how they fin’lly planned
to rub his hips with lots of grease and on the count of three
they’d hit him with a jigger and you’re right … he busted free.

The Motel staff then whipped around and searched each patron’s bag
and grabbed all sorts of greasy stuff their little hands could snag.
Rob rubbed old Dottie’s hips all down and laid it on real thick,
then grabbed the night guards stun gun;  it was sure to do the trick.

Poor Dot she kicked and bellowed when the voltage hit her hide
and man she cut some capers and she went all goggle eyed.
She snorted and she struggled like some poor wild frightened beast,
but just like Bert, Rob did admit, she busted free at least.

Now Dot is back at Boggy Creek and though poor Rob tries hard
she won’t budge from the Dairy farm; she just won’t budge a yard.
Poor Rob now does the shopping and the thing he finds bizarre
Is rubbing Dot down  ev’ry night where two prongs left a scar.

©Bush Poet and Balladeer -  Merv Webster	


Long poem by MATTHEW harris | Details |

REMEMBRANCE of HARRIET HARRIS:

VERSE ONE:  
 
Christened as averred one Harriet Kuritsky on November 13th nineteen thirty five
     the youngest of four with only one brother
     whose exit from this world from a terminal illness she did not survive! 

The following emotions communicating heartfelt grief
practically vanquished as like my existence turned a new leaf!
 
A recurring abysmal grief stricken state
still consumes my entire being of late
these perpetual tears of sadness seem not to a-bate
since the grim reaper brandished scythe
     signature sign of a deadlocked fate!
 
Twas about 11:00 a.m. 2005 that third of May
     that our dearly beloved mother
     fought tooth and nail to keep death at bay 
(recounted by sisters who elected to remain on vigil that day)
nonetheless rigor mortis upper hand
     brought a (supposed) painless and swift death
     to her diseased and emaciated riddled body  gone lifeless and ashen gray!
 
This only heir still misses his mom more than plaintive words can spell
with his agonizingly pained heart and soul  that rents asunder this psyche pell-mell
no amount of weeping can quiet and quell!
 
Cathartic for me to give you a posthumous ode
conveyed in an easy to read poetic code
to accept finality & permanent loss only retrievable from nostalgic memories
     identified as that childhood home and favorite abode! 
 
VERSE TWO: 
 
Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box
     white, powdery and chalk like material
     devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and vibrant self
     that unique persona pulverized and vaporized
     (housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray ball-room dance teacher 
     a half century plus prior to demise
     which beauty, charm and grace quickly caught the attention of my father
     who courted and eventually proposed to this young flirt and tease of a gal)
     inert organic matter now represents sole residual embodiment 
     reduced to dust and near nothingness
     former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh 
     weighing no more than a dozen hatch marks on the scale
     absence still bears down heavy like some millstone round the neck
     per  the black hole void created by defeat with Grim Reaper
     toward this woman who helped birth and nurse me into manhood
     momma’s only grown son still feels ripples of grievous sadness
     no matter the years of suppressed anger and rage
     in addition to emotional conflicts between us 
     which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship
     and a legacy of discord writ large across the tapestry of my life!
 


Long poem by madhavi suyog pagare | Details |

The Intensifying love story

The Intensifying love story by 
Madhavi.S.Pagare
 
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing 
Persona.
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and 
joy.
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows 
as boon.
You made me fall sick in your love when I 
see your madness.
I like the way,
The way you gazed at me and my smoky 
eyes.
The way you smiled at my mystifying and 
enigmatic appeal.
The way you every time praises me.
The way you galvanized me and proved 
the meaning of life.
You are the one,
Yes, you are the one who aroused my 
feelings, my emotions.
Yes, you are the one who explored my 
passion of love, flaming in my charismatic 
soul.
Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god 
had baptized me.
Yes, you are the one who turned the page 
of my life.
Eureka, I found my true love!!!!
Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my 
love taking me to ??
But still I like the way,
Like, the way you clutched me into your 
arms.
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed 
me.
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on 
my lips.
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards 
the sky.
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly 
so high.
Tears dropped from my eyes and the very 
next moment I realized that it is my 
sensational love. My true love. Then I 
decided that no one had right to do this 
except you. If you want to know the 
reason?? If yes??
Yes, because I seriously fell in love with 
you.
Yes, because you are the one to whom god 
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance 
when??
When, the moment you wore the golden 
ring in my finger and I was happily waving 
around.
Just can’t forget the time when our long 
lasting friendship turned into lifetime 
relationship.
It was just the blooming of two lover’s 
indicating the herald of the marriage. It 
means a lot for any girl in this amazing 
world.
And yes, you will always find my heart 
topped with love showered only for you. 
For you!!
And till my last breathe, my heart beats, 
beating for you, only for you SUYOG!!
In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever, 
forever.
We both sojourned in each other soul so 
deeply that we just can’t wait for a single 
second, unless and until, we share what is 
running in our mind. It’s just because we 
are so much accustomed to each other 
now. 
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever 
my Love.


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