Best Busk Poems
Life is like a flower this does blossom ever.
Visiting such a nice village I forget never.
So much of love you give I cannot compare.
I am much thankful, oh Sarsara as you care.
Air gives freshness, soil feels new breeze,
Standing in your lap, I see ever green trees.
Please you tell me fable, I am very stable,
Cable of love ties us, I see mirror on table.
Able I am by your bless to stand near you,
Oh Sarsara! Wisdom you give is pure new.
Dew of new dawn adores joy of the dusk,
Busk I hear in street, it greets giving musk.
Husk, removing from fruit you give sweet,
Eat, we eagerly, we are fortunate to meet.
Beet you offer, you offer roots and crops,
Farmers are ever happy getting rain drops.
Stops, a visitor to see, your beauty more,
Door is opened of my heart you are in core.
Store I memory, feeling lucky is sun light,
God is graceful, he makes our lives bright.
© Pintu Mahakul, 11 September 2016. All rights reserved.
My Note: Sarsara pronounced as Sar-Sa-raa is name of a village and meaning of Sarsara is union of soul with God. This poem is written as a tribute to villagers and village Sarsara situated in Western part of Bonai Sub-division of Sundargarh district in Odisha state of India.
Long Long ago so Long ago nobody knows how long ago there lived an
old widow by the side of a jungle. Since nobody is there to take care of
her she has to win her daily bread. Every day by evening she used to sit
by a large tree making pancakes. She sits there till all the pancakes are sold.
Then she goes to the market buy flour, oil and other things and with the
remaining money she buys her food.
One day when she was making pancakes a crow came. It was hungry.
It was there in the tree looking for the right time to take away a pancake.
At one point of time the widow was too drowsy which was the right time
for the crow. It was so quick to take away a pancake to the other tree.
The widow started abusing the crow and peddled stones.
By that time a fox came. It believed it won’t take much time for him to
steal from the widow but for thrill and fun it decided to get the pancake
from the crow. It went near the tree and tried a trick by asking the crow
“Hey crow people say you sing well please sing a song” believing the
pancake will fall when the crow open its mouth. But this crow was a
clever one. This crow removed the pancake from the mouth held it beneath
its legs and started crowing. The fox was shocked but it is not prepared
to give up hence tried another trick by saying “Hey crow people say you
dance well please dance for me” believing when it dance the pancake
beneath the legs will fall. This clever crow placed the pancake back in its
mouth and started dancing. The fox was taken aback. Fox thought “you
bloody crow you want to fool me”it tried another trick by saying “Hey crow
people say you dance to the tune perfectly please do it for me”. The crow
stopped for sometime thought “This is too much” and said “please wait a
minute” ate the pancake said “husk busk hoi” and flew away.
Moral: Learn to keep the stolen things for yourself. Hahaha….
////This story was written 5 years back and told to my son and students
with the moral "Don't under-estimate others"//////
I will inform you once the shells are spoor.
When they're timorous around the seashore,
Just as mushrooms will grow around a grave,
If they shine like slight candles in a cave.
So, you and I will devour the beach dunes.
While a pearly moon sails the ocean tunes,
Listening to the meek growl of the waves,
Because of the eyesore, the seagull craves.
Leave the prospects of the moody era,
To the pinnacle of warm chimera,
Entirely all the measures we will climb,
Unwinding vexes will raddle each rhyme.
When the billow came to express goodbye,
Moon dimly veiled as if it were a sigh,
If love isn't exciting and no tears fell,
The ripple then needed to say farewell.
I will contact you when the seashells bloom,
While they dance with brittle light at my tomb,
We will play the doom game in parody,
I will call you when the shells grow quickly.
My deprived brain couldn't accept a farewell,
I wrote the last and final verse as well,
Like birds, you'd return to the nest at dusk,
Retrieve my typed quill that I'd drop when busk.
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Written: July 02, 2022
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Merit was always the gold medalist
Then came the shrewd unconcerned capitalist
Who endeared and sold to many the cheap thrill
At jaw-dropping prices reserved only for mastery and skill
And I agree with Solomon that princes could walk on foot
While vagabonds ride horses and busk in great loot
Are there cheap persons with lofty personalities
Are there cheap personalities exuded by lofty entities
Hasn't time and chance robbed us of entitlement
And haven't you more than once taken back sentiments
For the winds of change blow to prove every man wrong
Though once we may seem right but not very long
It's no incentive to shun perfection be it as it may
For it is the beauty when time comes for you to hold sway
Bear you diligence and with it the purity of heart
That time may offer chance for you to play a part
For God judges a heart's motives and intents
And to Him they rise as either stenches or scents
In time and chance a man of skill shall stand before kings
To the houses of nobility shall be his bearings
And their every work shall be the emblem of the age
Remaining as pride and memory kept in tutelage
Descending the honour to children who claim equal citizenship
By that alone even claiming half kinship
K. Muitherero.
In a mist of a perfect way
You come across in such dismay
And in the daunting of a new brilliant day
So the sun shines the clouds are now out of the way
It's a dawning falling falling fraunting calling
Hey first the bobble in the waters colors collar
Stops the flutter of the wind the calling birds falling bug crawling
Will those the birds whose been frozen
In mid flight risen trying to fly to a warmer climate
It's winter it's cold it's bold I'm told
You come across you seem a bit lost
You being held on a cross
Yet you shed no blood the weather unravels the storms
You're cold not warm
you feeling a little better and yet you're better than the lather
If by calling winter's chance if by calling springs romance if by calling
The sun to rest yet so shines even past dusk
What's the rush
Go global warming is a busk
Whom do you trust glaciers melting catastrophe flood waters covers me
Universal climate change continents being rearranged
All I can do is sink or swim
Someone recommend a pandemic
Millions of people dying complemented variance
Violence contentions murders chaos in this dimension did I mention
Blood running down the streets stepping over by non-shoed feet
I wait upon the dissension of the descending
Coming down is a bright and brilliant Son
Passive passage pastor World War II this has become
a hidden drama World War III is finally freed times that be
That new occasion has finally been amazing
Turning gold to old silver dinosaur blood was it called once oil
Global changing turning hot into cold
And yet sadness reigns dramatic disdains
The mark of the beast has finally deceased
Did you partake of his wants he said these our your needs
In the waiting of the dissension of the descending
Coming down there is a brilliant bright Son
Coming now parting the skies
Who is this descending son
Jesus King of Kings Lord of Lord
God's only Son
Now after a thousand years riegn and wait
Shall be a new Heaven and New Earth
1/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
"Denmother, this forlorn morn
I'll be without Her scorn..
Gone from Her deceptive songs,
Never again shall I do wrongs!"
Seventh summer Moon arose,
My life drawing to a close
and sleep with daemon kin,
A silver halo above my grin.
There She stood; an Angel tarred
Ringed by silver as the maypole barred,
Bewinged like the horizon at autumn's dusk
Clad in black, Cruella's orgasmic busk
Darkened eclipse clad my soul
Noose my neck of pagan coal.
Phantom breath where sex and grim-
A gothick romance, Lucifer's hymn
Another Angel fallen, drowned on the crimson sea,
No more depressive gospels, being whispered to me.
No more Heaven to welcome, this self inflicted glee.
Cheated life's judgement, just to be set free...
Underneath the glow of dusk
I see some street people that busk
An open case just by their feet
And people dancing to their beat
They do the songs they know so well
That people have to sit a spell
I seat myself to watch a bit
What do you know they play a hit
And then I rise to walk away
But turn back round to hear them play
A song I have not heard for years
It makes me think and brings some tears
It’s something from my horrid past
I’m just kidding my life’s a blast
We sure can say we did it right
And even did without a fight
My mind is noise inside my brain
That has me racing like a train
My hopes are that I don’t derail
If impaired I’d go to jail
Never drink and drive around
You may never get to make a sound
Like a wolf howling at the moon
Goodnight my friends I’ll see you soon
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I woke up with a tickle in my heart
And shine in my eyes
The day was as marvelous as the flower cart
As if the bee got the nectar after many tries
The trees were singing as if for me
The paper was inviting
I took my pen and we
Started our journey of writing
Today not only me
But my heart was smiling too
I think I saw what I couldn't see
In myself under the marvelous blue
And as soon it was dusk
I took out my heels from the shelf
And in no time I created a busk
Because today I was proud of myself
It’s true, at first it gave me pause
To busk among these stable stalls.
But since there’s cause to deck the halls,
Why not be jolly, too?
Been from here to Timbuktu
And played some funky gigs. but this?
Between the manger and the wise guys… good Lord!
Faith may be noble, but ignorance is bliss.
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum…
All the time smelling of musk,
On a road willing to busk,
Now an Elephant with tusk,
Ready to hang on till dusk,
But the songs sung Empty Husk...
Third World Poor Entertainer
For footwear Red cortina...
An ironic misery,
Where a Brown owns livery
And lives in a plain luxury;
To his girlfriends ivory
And newest catch Burberry
Catch who tells men "No story!"
Always show women "Glory"...
A scene one meets in Third World:
Fewer chosen from few called;
Hungry struggling poor talent
Obeying not The Salient.
"Amazing Grace"
Life was throwing rocks.
My bruises were getting sorer,
I reaped what l sow when l saw the wrath of Saul in my soul,
Dear God, being of the flesh is a humungus task, thus he went to hell and back for my sins l shall forever busk onto his merciful cloak.
I had to become a Postulant.
The devils set traps for me and my loved ones like he did with Job so my faith can be examined.... Well bad news for you lucifer l am not one to give up for l know that my redeemer lives!
I shall rise again and again until the heavens take me.
I shall speak of his existence and Miracles and no amount of pain can silence me for my God is powerful through Christ l am sancro-sanctified.
Surrendered visions
floating on river time
full of empty honor
illusion in torment
Beating a chest
hollow
echoing the sadness
of lost joy
an inner path
to nowhere
and everywhere
merged in thoughts
this paradox
of life
Tempt me with happiness
pulling it away
holding
signing timed fears
to missed chance
marking this broken
dance to busk
crumbling in dust
ever fragile
and never to stop
as in ceased time
steep steps of sorrow
drop tears into
the stones that wisdom laid
It’s true, at first it gave me pause
To busk among these stable stalls.
But since there’s cause to deck the halls,
Why not be jolly, too?
Been from here to Timbuktu
And played some funky gigs. but this?
Between the manger and the wise guys… good Lord!
Faith may be noble, but ignorance is bliss.
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum…
'' My Savior "
I am complacent!
God is with me, at all times.
I am blessed!
Highly favoured,
Forever graced.
Who am I in this life that you constantly,
Look after me, walk with me, busk in my shadow, I am forever in awe...?
I owe it all to him,
I give him all the glory! He makes me shine in darkness.
He is my Savior!