Best Batches Poems

The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes...

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I’ve come to believe that dirty laundry
is alive.
Just when you’re down to one batch, you turn
around and there are five.

And I also believe that laundry...

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After The Funeral

Tim had found his place after the party. Faring well in his urn he waited to be scattered. Compartmentalised, fragmented and united into...

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Slain without swords they are 
Though the airy wordly air 
They inhale yet in graceless lack

Behold in the colony of wretchedness
Naked children begging alms
From brothers-not...

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It's not the cup but the coffee within.
Arabica beans, fair trade
organic and shade grown
often from a woman's cooperative in Peru
then roasted in small batches
by a...

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When the coven of ill-willed women seek revenge,
from anyone they deem too big for their britches,
They go to the book of sorcery for witches,
In the...

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( BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES )

Battin down the hatches, the clouds are moving in in patches.
The sky is darkening up, and the wind is moving...

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Patradoot or The Messenger24 /Many 
  
English version by 
Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


Here...

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Old Soldiers
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Old soldiers not born for war at all.
Father's brave and cold
Send out to death
To defend..
Men with chili courage
Very valuabe to their children
Never had...

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COLLEGE STUDENTS SHAPING MY WINGS



"She did this" and "She tore my paper, I’m red mad!" 
"Miss, tell her to quit copying my lines!" 
Every nail...

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Brat Who Is Spoiled

Out next President is not very bright
With orange hair and rouge is such a sight
And to all of us what seems so...

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The last of the snow, in dirty batches,
Dots the land in random patches.
Stubbornly, it will not melt,
Kind of like how Frosty felt.

As the temps, though,...

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TIME FOR A VACATION

It is my wife’s lifelong dream, a fairytale place a magic land :
The  small village of Rye  in Sussex ,...

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You were gone, though you had never left
on a long vacation, from yourself
they'd arrive in batches, every day
no return address, no greeting

Questions, feelings, hope was...

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I am raging mad. Wishing I had hot molting killing lava to pour on that ugly human in the funny clothes who violated me yesterday....

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