Let's toss some poets into a soup like a gumbo
to make a concoction of proportions quite jumbo,
with a variety of flavors, so delicious,
yet, for our hearts, minds, and spirits, highly nutritious.
Let's call this exotic concoction, PoetrySoup,
and then welcome that ridiculous Dave Crandall dupe,
with his oddball poems of distaste and aberrance,
making him grateful for everyone's forbearance.
Like a fly, I do the backstroke in this soup as I read
poems that sow beauty and happiness's seed;
or, snorkeling, I think hard as I dive down deep,
and devour a profound poem before I sleep.
Iron grips of discipline is strained.
Heats of the moment is sparsely contained.
Powers are overlooked in childish innocence.
Tolerance is not for mockery from aberrance.
Simmering hope and openness of freedom.
Alas, who can stop these steps to martyrdom....
Hearts are wrenching breathlessly in treason
To the stern mind ever destined to reason.
Shivering soul hugs the heat of its own cage
while cool dumb sheets bear frustration of rage.
Waves work overnight to convey words
and unfortunate hearts solve but crosswords!
Sure, it’s never eternal as eternity is abstract
And the heart often knows this bare fact.
Pack it all... emotions in depth of dark grooves!
Time now for a move as conscience proves,
Once again, rule is for a world that materialised.
Insensitive to tyranny that penalised.
Everlasting game; subduing the essence of humanity
while unscathed, it strives to stand in its own dignity!
Note: This poem came upon inspirations derived from my stay with international delegates in India and my wonderful exchange of customs and culture.
I don’t really know how to begin this piece
Because you qualify in every sense to be my niece
But you have offered in my troubled heart, inconceivable peace
And for you, this poem – I have decided to deduce
I feel no shame in this truthful admittance
Because in you I have found an ingenuous acquaintance
An acquaintance who is every inch worthy of my benevolence…
I’m still finding it difficult to understand your longstanding tolerance
Even in the wake of my recent repulsive aberrance
You have never showed any signs of abhorrence
In your presence I have a wonderful ambience
And I can’t simply imagine how I would cope with your absence
In you I have a trustworthy alliance
An alliance who will provide for me every needed assistance
Last Thoughts,
that ran through the devil’s mind,
was the treatment of Mankind,
he fed on fantasies of sexual aberrance,
poisoned the appearance of homosexuality,
praised cannibalism,
he fed on violence,
and he fueled psychopathic minds,
he induced rapes, of every kind,
he glorified robberies,
and preached suicides, loved fratricides,
and encouraged matricides,
as he bred homicides,
he beats young girls with lead pipes,
and cheats boys, of all types,
some out of their manhood,
others, only because he could,
he was the grim reaper of common man,
as he created sin across the land,
hatred and ugliness goes hand and hand,
but the last thing he wanted God to give him,
was the last thing all man want,
so their life losses could be their life wins,
it was forgiveness of all his sins.
I have awakened myself rather consciously,
Like a rush or a cry of spirituality…
The focus in my mind set aimlessly…
We need a proposition of morality.
Barely even touched by the decadence,
Striking generations lost in a trance
Fabricated dreams packaged in abundance
Aware yet… unmoved by aberrance!
Immoral behavior launched in a trend,
Infecting the core of our society.
Multifaceted demons to such extend…
The downfall and sprain of our piety.
Pretending to oblige to humans pleasures,
Imposing one’s sight with waves of toxicity.
Showing off its pride without any measures,
Falsifying in style … in full complicity.
Covering up the heart so its eyes can’t see…
Rendering it so numb by anesthesia.
Closing up the channels conducting to Thee…
Deliberately injecting doses of “amnesia”!
Ask the listless and forlorn
Where are you going?
They seek redemption
And crawl to find it
On their bellies passing through
The three shores of hell they cross
Horrors and aberrance they see
Struggling for salvation
Pass through the archways of gods
They are hollow
Search the lettered wisdom of man
The book of lies indeed
Pity and scorn,
We kill our saviors
But redemption we seek