Best Disgorged Poems

The air is shivered; to displacements whim.'
From the Ides of heaven’s sphere
As smote was the skin of a cosmic drum
Throbbing walls of pressure ‘push in’.
Then down as silvered mail, are droplets thrown
Disgorged from Yahweh’s mighty quiver
Descending on, and over all creation
Glistening in sheaves, and slivers;
Igniting...

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outside, it was raining
as it was inside 

drinks spilling onto the floor
from incessantly topped-up glasses held by 
forgetting, gesticulating hands
  
spittle flying from mouths attached to people 
in love with their own voices
their little huddled audiences salivating 
over every word or the prospect 
of...

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A listing of the fires 
and all the survivors 
will be provided

Names of the dead 
are written on broken cobblestones 
at the bottom of the river

The sheet music 
is in the morgue - reconstruction 
of the falafel carts will commence at dawn

The Liability Brigade 
will...

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She sits there
electric as the third rail.

Entering Charles M.G.H.
but we’re still moving quickly
(finally
just three of us now).
Each disgorged passenger
leaves a seat
looking back at me
with a shiny black grin.

The wheels and track
wail
as a dilapidated wall
comes into view.
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Life’s Buses Never Run on Time


Life’s buses never run on time
so I wait, in stoic supplication,
for a god who has no schedule.
Coincidence decides the crossing
of our paths, spontaneous reunion
of faith and practicality disappearing
in the dirt of city streets, nameless
sojourners jostling for “personal”
space, waiting to be...

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On the Beach, Translation of Etiemble’s poem: Sur la plage by T. 
Wignesan

(The end-rhyme scheme of the orignal : abb(b)a, cdcd, efef, ghgh, iijj, 
klkl, fmfm, nnhh)

How good-looking he was this spy
all studded with sea-shells,
that the sea disgorged on the beach
(that the waves buried on...

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Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.

Kebabs stinking of extra onion, chilli and garlic sauce,
Soaking up beer and chasers, churning innards;
Chinese takeaway cartons slung in gutters,
Spraying noodles...

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Those mortal gods butchered them like rabid dogs,
And disgracefully hunted them in the pogrom,
Fueled by hateful grumpy grunts of betraying hogs,
As their vomit disgorged at their sacred forum.

Those mortal gods butchered them like condemned demons,
And their precious blood gladly gushed and showered
The homes, the exile,...

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The wind blows clean
scouring in Sakkara, Necropolis of Memphis 
gem of Upper Egypt.
The purity of sand and sky 
maintained by late rising 
in the twentieth century.

The titan walls reach from a sea of silica
crystalline grit of ground quartz
once drowned, 
devoured by desert, now disgorged…
the mill...

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A Jerky Reverie

Where is the moon just now?
The light shining from the sun
appears, to have blotted it out.
The stark darkness of a motionless 
void, where atomic debris not seen,
passes
 through it, violating solid state.
Harmonious discontent, disconcertedly 
in serial fashion proceeds atonally
in a jerky reverie; weeping...

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Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru
In buttonhole set daily a red rose new
His charisma couldn’t beguile the neighbor
The dragon disgorged fire in ‘62’s war.

January 24, 2019

(Note : Jawaharlal Nehru (1889-1964) was the first Prime Minister
 of independent India. His charismatic leadership initiated the offer
of peaceful coexistence, goodwill...

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                                       Steer
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Each of us is an infant seized
In the moment of labor spent.
We each are Samson, stained, restrained,
Chained between the pillars that confine us.
The womb of the mother god, Wisdom,
She holding us back from our awakening,
But we press outward, downward,
But we force, our desire to emerge,,
To...

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The big yellow bus has disgorged
          it's final school student;
the driver searches empty seats
          to find what has been forgotten,
or hidden from prying eyes~
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arriving into the city,
fed through tubes
painted all the garish colors of grey
made to smile and sneer 
on the same breath
cab ride amid feral pigeons
the spoken word
is alien and spiked with spit
the office is bare
the office workers are not there
wrong day
go away
leaving the city
disgorged into green
eventually....

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