the spinneret autograph
not too kind to the insects -
the little people
the web of rich and famous
deceptive, friendly and fake
Swords belong
to those who wield them
Peace a dream
to those still sleeping
Wisdom lost
to visions promise
Blood the signature
—on heaven’s gate
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
A moment that will pass too soon
So much I want to say
that can never be uttered
in those few seconds
Wishing we could skip this nonsense
the hours waiting in a long line
snaking out the door
and down the hallway
sacrificing half a week’s pay
That we could meet
as most people do
Simply as souls
curious about the other
sitting in a quiet booth
in the back corner of a bar
enjoying a drink or two
conversing casually
posing deep questions
pondering the moments in our past
that set us on our separate paths
where we each hope to go
from here
instead of walking away from you
before you’ve even had the chance
to note the color of my eyes
to disappear
back into a mass of humanity
knowing full well
you won’t remember me
ten minutes from now
any more than you would
a certain grain of sand on a beach
a leaf on a tree
one particular ant in a colony
that if I were to be squashed
under someone’s shoe
it would make no difference to you
In my subconscious mind turning with time into
a fertile field in the fond landscape of flourishing youth,
long before corrosion of crumpled confidence started,
I planted the sapling of a tender tree called ambition,
nurtured by passion it grew to feel the touch of the sky.
In my aspiring mission I wasn’t confused in the core,
in life’s arena I fixed my focused vision on the bull’s eye.
In wild winds blowing across the times' rough topography,
the seeking arrow didn’t deviate from the aimed course,
I achieved the goal I set for myself, and sealed the fate.
The travails of uphill climb couldn’t contort my resolve,
for pleasant surprise awaited me on the mountain peak,
where morning sun’s golden rays tinged feathers of fame
that got attached to my flamboyant name, and I knew,
if I were famous my signature would turn into autograph.
March 4, 2021
Contest : If I Were Famous
Sponsor : Joe Sandler
In your subconscious mind, a fertile field of youth,
long before corrosion of crumpled confidence starts
you plant the sapling of a fond tree called ambition,
cuddled by passion it grows to touch the limit of sky.
In your targeted mission you’re not confused in life
for you align your focused vision on the bull’s eye.
The arrow doesn’t deviate from course in rough winds,
you reach the goal you set for yourself, seal the fate.
Travails of uphill climb may contort your determination,
but pleasant surprise awaits you on the mountain peak.
While feathers of fame starts to attach to your name
you see your signature turn overnight into autograph.
September 8, 2019
I hate to say it, but it's true
You don't like me, I don't like you
It's good to graduate from this place
So I won't have to look at your face.
I went to the zoo to feed a giraffe
Brought some chocolates to the staff
Chatted and had a good laugh
Told them my dream was to meet Steffi Graf
See if I could obtain her autograph
And beg her for a photograph
So I’d print a humongous lithograph
‘Top tennis pro’ as epigraph
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on March 3, 2018
Can you sign my lips,
Sign them in the handwriting
Of all your kisses
Her light, peach face
Is like a blossoming tulip
On an infant stem.
Those kind come expensive in Memphis
So they say.
before the dense shower of rain
i’ve placed by notebook for taking autograph
before the whole-night music-show
before the non-busted shell of tear-gas
but i can’t put it before your uvula
till now
sitting in the dark-balcony
touching the nevus
here i am
creeping in the air
is my silky handkerchief
in its every layer
is the disgorgements of the burnt cigarette
and the radioactive water
all over the body
the bird procreates assassination
getting lost with its wings unfolded
in the common people
without leaving a fingerprint
You were with me in every moment
You were in every smile of my face
Many times I proposed you
And Still I am waiting for your answer
I spent my 4 years of my engineering
In loving you and never bothered about my future
You used to tell me to become some thing
But I am in your love and forget everything
Everything gone out of my life
You and my engineering
And I never cried
Because you are in every drop of my tear
I don't want to leave you from me
My love became my inspiration
I thought to do some thing for her
I started my job search
With no good qualifiaction and no english
But still there is a hope of your love
And I never regret of anything
With so many struggles and obstacles
And now I owned a company in which
The employees are great engineers
She is in the interview queue
I saw her and surprised
I proposed her
But she said ''I am the mother of 2 children''
And I am still waiting for her answer