Best Batches Poems

Sanity meted in batches
With healthcare served up in patches
It’s a dumpster dive
Just staying alive
To rely on raccoons playing with matches...

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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 billow like waves flooding naves through the night,
when the lightning peeks in where the tension hangs tight
while the lanterns, alarmed,...

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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 runs around
at night by itself.
“Cause “no one” gets it dirty, or takes it down
from the shelf.

“I don’t know where it...

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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 two batches of memories.

Indian Ocean
Passionate love on beaches
Drift wood adventures

His friends and family celebrated his life. Lit a fire, gathered...

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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 brothers

See as flies soar above sores
On their broken soles pus to lick
From the leaking flesh of starving souls

Don't their ribs...

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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 local roaster.
I like mine dark  
but my wife likes medium
so we alternate 
or sometime mix the two.
The beans ground
medium-course...

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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 book, they seek deliverance from women
who shine brighter than morning stars,
looking for panaceas and disasters,
Brews that could curl their hair...

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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 trees in batches.
The animals are looking up, they dont like what they see.
The hair on their bodies are standing up,...

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Old Soldiers
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Old soldiers not born for war at all.
Father's brave and cold
Send into battle
And defend..
Home made men with chili courage
Gallant audacious and courageous
Very valuabe to their children
Never had a chance
To be good cuddle daddy's
They were alone and in fear
And no one near
The enemy bullet...

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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 only have born great freedom fighters, 
Like Malviya*  and Tandon*,
Who have raised the honor of our country,
By their extra...

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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 scary
He has such a horrible vocabulary.

If it wasn't for computer spell check
Many words were not spelled correct
And something we have...

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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 of rampage was tolerable, 
as bright awakenings made semesters less tough. 

They joined clubs and played a sneaky gang war...

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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 fleeting
then missing died, one lonely day
as did the heart that still lay beating
in the empty room next door

No warm goodbyes,...

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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 , in southern England.

This is the heart of England, its bosom  - 
Filled with peaceful smells of blossom :
Like a...

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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, start to rise
We’ll witness all this snow’s demise
And as it seeps into the ground,
It disappears, ‘til next time ‘round.

The crocuses...

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