Best Enquires Poems
The student sits in third row last chair
His foolish words of attention are blurted everywhere
He understands not the value of listening
For he seeks laughs and howls for the teacher’s off>< pissing
Until finally the day of teacher student conflict
The teacher enquires of the student’s gimmicks
Young man confronting the joker for all to hear
Your gall for the learned compliance suitable for classroom learning
Indicates your true ability of one of extremely asinine qualities
I must admit as all the students are listening here
You are the greatest highly intelligent gluteus Maximus I ever did hear
Say your prayers and sit up straight,
Get into that confessional box to wipe clean your slate.
Make sure you get all those wicked sins off your chest,
The lord will only welcome those who are wholesome and blessed.
In pitch black silence you sit, your final thoughts to gather
Before being shocked into repentant mode with a blast of “in the name of the
father..”
“How long has it been?” the priest enquires, he must know you will lie?
You take the first figure that pops into your head then you divide, not multiply!
Those awful sins that lay heavy on your heart,
From your reluctant mouth they slowly depart.
You tell of bouts of swearing and theft from mammys purse,
And stealing a bag of crisps from your sister, now what could be worse?
“That’s is all father” are 4 short words you triumphantly announce,
The priest mumbles some mystic latin verse then a Hail Mary to pronounce.
Finally your chore is done and you are asked to go in peace,
You gleefully skip out of the box and celebrate release!
Parents killed brutally
Matter trivial
Upper caste involved
Compensation announced
Forty lakhs
Reason
Placating minorities
Two sons
Then minors
Now turn 18
Eligible for compensation
Sumit younger
Enquires for money
“Some more paperwork,”
Suneet clarifies
Less than a year
Separating the two
“Why 40?”
Sumit further asks
“Twenty each-
Mom and Dad,”
Suneet explains
Two shots fired
Suneet gets killed
“Why settle for 20
Why not 60?”
Sumit coldly remarks
“But now
The hard task-
Pass on this murder
As caste war,”
Sumit says nonchalantly.
Fight or flight?
My body enquires
No, I laugh
I've just woken up
Do you need me now?
My body presses
No, I explain
I’m just off to work
I'm sure you need me
My body insists
No, I assure
I'm just with a friend
You must need a hand
My body decides
No! I argue
I'm just driving home
Don't ignore me forever
My body threatens
No? I whisper
I just want to relax
I'm here, I'm ready
My body compels
No! I cry
I just want to sleep
Good morning, sunshine
You look tired today
But, no fear
I'm here again
The shake of your fingers
The race of your heart
The blood pulsing, forcing
Itself through your veins
The quiver of your voice
The sickness in your stomach
The restlessness
Insatiable
I'm here again
I'm raring to go
Please, no, I beg
I'm just trying to live
Dante the depths thou searchest deep
Amidst the pergatory sleep
Neither living yet not dead
Torn between the sheets of red
Enter and ye lose all hope
Spirit world spirit folk
Inside the dark and black despair
Not leaving till he finds her there
Fraid of nothing his soul may take
Enquires of hell, pleads for her sake
Restless wanting she must be close
Not retreating from what he desires the most
On otherside craves see her ghost.
GRANNY'S LOVE:
On every matter, she keeps me counseled,
So that any wrong plans would be cancelled.
When I'm down, she gets me revived,
And by her love, I strongly get survived.
Nurtured me from childhood as a great granny;
Empowering me from a boy to a good daddy,
Inculcating into me a well-set power,
For me to stand as an outstanding Tower.
Urging me to pray and study the bible,
In order for my life to be equipped and able.
She's such a selfless person,
Who regards the state of her family.
Abysmally, her dream got missing,
Which truly affected her life so badly.
She went through a tough childhood,
And It's evident in her speech and livelihood.
Hence, don't wish anyone to also go through same,
As she's fighting for our future to be safe.
Whenever she hears from me,
The conversation holds a good endgame.
Her heart grows happily, and it gently beats.
Ever wishing the best for me, regardless,
Since she don't want my life to be acrimonious.
When she don't hear from me for a while,
Then she holds me with speculations as she enquires.
Initially, I used to grow mad at her sometimes,
Making her mostly feeling worried.
But she forgave me without even me saying sorry.
I thought she was still treating me like a child,
Until later, I've realised her words are life guide.
I thank Jehovah for my granny,
And I pray she keeps blessing her for me.
the fire encircled me
n i was melting
away into a vanishing mass
burnt into ashes, then
wake up like like a phoenix later
i knew i slept like a baby
her persistent warmth,the
enthusiasm of the youth the
loving enquires n the innocent
bashfulness awoke me
up from the deep slumber
the sun has come on
shining brightly
on top of our heads,looking unto her
my eyes blurred
and the tears of joy rolled down the cheeks
i could feel her emotions ,her thoughts now
clairvoyance
Upon the porch overlooks the stellar way,
Nothing but darkness, on the great stellar way
Over the dead sky, pendent hang cold bright Moon
To warn whoever to walk and lay down soon
A lone stranger comes to us, when gloomy day
Then stops by the old porch, in tattered array
Enquires softly what hour should befall the shade
I answer him, though was quite dazed and confused
“Good traveller, to tell you, I wish I knew
To say with certainty, reach the House of Fate
On this stellar way, we live only by day
By night we’re lost in the winter Gods forsake
Under the Glass Moon, we seem to loose what’s right
To the joy we haven’t and the tears never cried
All there is to us, but a moment delight
The blood horrid became the pleasure we’ve desired
Dear stranger, to be honest, if I could tell
Under its pale eyes, we seem at lost ourselves”
“Under the Glass Moon Eyes we sure lose something
It’s not of ours to lose by the moonlit ground
I have noticed sooner darkness’ a becoming
From chill night, a warm shelters hard to be found
Ere this forlorn cold constrains me to callous weight
I must ask whether your kindness ‘d let me stay
For weariness’s had my visions worn and blurred
This journey of mine shall see no end, I fear
The storms should come, perhaps at distance closer
If I could burden you till morrow comes near?”
He stands there long, in silence, gestures bemused
“Good traveller, to tell you, I wish I knew
To say with certainty, reach the House of Fate
On this stellar way, we live only by day
By night we’re lost in the winter Gods forsake…”
“Under the Glass Moon,” he mutters, “comes the shade”
The drifter then looks into his dread, vacant eyes;
Their emptiness accursed shares the endless way
“Never again!” linger on those breathless sighs
And into the dark night, his twilight steps fade
Steeple lit by lightning loud
Moon that's full peeks round a cloud
Trudging through the churchyard mud
Unwise shortcut: THUD, THUD, THUD!
The sound is muted ’neath my feet
No one there I wish to meet
Sodden hair and soaked to skin
Contemplate my every sin
Thunder, lightning, crackling air
Time to hightail out of there
Prickling skin: can’t hang around
Portentous skies and groaning ground
Slipping sliding progress thwarted
Planned escape at once aborted
Through the storm the church bells chime
Shadowed figure… asks the time
Where he came from I don’t know
Neither did I see him go
Stood alone in worsened shower
Still his voice enquires the hour
Flight, not fight my first reaction
Once my feet acquired traction
Reached the exit P.D.Q.
Asked the time by who knows who
Homeward through the icy rain
Darkness asks the time again
Local paper on the mat
Front page headline tells us that
Town remembers Howard Peak,
Funeral was held this week
Police have found no weapon nor
The watch that he was murdered for
Mary had received a letter.
She read it aloud to her friend Netta.
It was to invite her to go with Ben,
As done last year to the town fair again.
Netta said “aren’t you going with Joe?”
Mary replied ”He did ask me to go.
Why don’t the four of us go together?”
Oh I so hope its lovely weather.
“Which boy would you be with?” Netta enquires.
Mary laughed “Whatever transpires”
She smiled.”Ben and I did have fun last year
He paid for everything such a dear,
We had hot dogs and went on every ride,
It would be really hard for me to decide.
I like Joe, he’s easy to get to know.
So is it agreed, four of us will go?
Fine, lets answer Ben’s letter straight away.
Now what shall we say?
Thank you Ben, how sweet of you.
Netta is coming too”
Meant enquires consequent
On ken Sampson The Eloquent
Wishing now to himself acquaint
With the conflicts that were frequent,
Where his people are domiciled,
Currently to odds reconciled,
So that he might about them speak
And The Still-Kept Hidden leak…
In the darkest drain slain body,
Not long traced to B Goodie
By some folks loved for being civil
But by their Union ruled ‘Evil’:
To all Good Remarks had sniveled
And on Grave Issues had driveled
Some see A Demon just vanquished
He wouldn’t have Swipes relinquished
Goodie’s killer is distinguished:
Has Satan’s Fire extinguished!...
Ken has The Final Picture grabbed
Slain Goodie was tortured, first nabbed!
Ken would treat not ‘Emergency
From Juvenile’s Delinquency:
This is about Unsafe District;
Every cop to wear a face strict…
Just a voice on the phone
And a breezy hello.
And a name to be etched on my mind
This call been connected direct to my heart
And how can I help, she enquires.
Returning my heart would be a good start.
She’s the girl on the phone
With that breezy hello
How’s my day she enquires.
Made, is my simple reply
Would I be interested in
Is what I think what i heard
but its only her that I’m interested in.
is there anything else I can help with today
well can you fix a broken heart
she’s the girl on the phone
with that breezy hello
who’s just disconnected my heart .
Britain
Why did they fight for our freedom of speech?
when we as a nation are afraid to speak
Led by a government that’s corrupt and weak
the future for our children looks dark and bleak.
What’s happened to this great nation of ours?
Once so powerful,
now it’s us who carry the scars
more concerned with our image and fancy cars
Then protecting young defenceless children from the countless grooming gangs and peadophiles,
The police and MPS are to scared to charge.
Young British men fighting for twisted Islamic authors,
sharpening their knives to behead innocent news reporters,
it’s time for the government to stand up and end these slaughters,
before more men don’t return home, to their sons wives or daughters,
murderers and rapists infiltrating our borders, hiding behind a smile with no care for our orders.
We're no longer a nation that prides itself on earning,
cashing in our next giro cheque seems more concerning
when’s the system going to stop giving, and start learning or
will it take another Philpott to leave his kids burning?
A nation of scroungers has become the impression,
with a work shy attitude and a Jeremy Kyle obsession,
happy for you to work to pay for their homes and possessions,
while there’s soldiers left homeless in a state of depression.
When will there be justice for the victims of all these terror attacks?
we shouldn’t have to walk the streets looking over our backs,
The victims of Grenfell deserve more respect,
but with the government holding their own enquires what do you expect ?
It’s time for us to unite and end this frustration,
because after all they fought to keep this a great British nation,
it’s not about race, sexuality or religion
we’re all one people a part of one creation,
The cancer in my head
Patently obviously
Is ever so slowly
Taking over
Me
Day bye day
So here's to you
Al Parkinson
My imaginary childhood friend
Who as a single child
I could truly count on
And kept me company
Way back then
For kindly taking the time to revisit
Me once again
As you are the only one
Through all and everything
I have been put through and endured
Has never once left me on my own
Stayed ever present at my side
Till this very present moment
Where we find ourselves now
Quivering trembling in fear
And as old as you are now in terms of age
Reverting deeply back to whence upon
You were a child yourself
Trapped seemingly unable to escape
The confinement of inside your head
Praying endlessly for nothing less or more
Than when someone
Most
Especially
A close loved one enquires
Can you remember
Do you in fact know
Who you are
Or I am