Best Hullabaloos Poems

RAINDROPS OF IMMORTALITY

Smiles were stolen from me long time ago
Days gone gray as storms rush to play: my...
They drain. Fervently, I called to the Heavens 
but it seems no one there. No one there!

I lullaby with the whine of gushing winds,
hoping they are kind enough...

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Super grandma girl, in her long green cape,
took a quick ride on a golden grape;
she slipped, greased lightning like, over the floor,
gunned her girl motor and flew out the door.
A piercing scream out on the front lawn . . .
a grandchild in trouble???? No time...

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SHENANIGANS 

Shenanigans and hullabaloos of the Westerners worsens our sins in this societal ruins, 
washing-in it's wastes and wildness with unrest
just like Amazon delivering parcels with its crest. 
The thief with the aim to survive hunger got an arrest
but corrupt wealthy well paid politicians goes...

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It’s not a love that’s creeping in her sleep.
Though wounding kisses wake her up, her
worn-out body – an old Indian make – resists.
She grabs its head as it twists around her – 
both are tough fighters – loser will lose life. 

The fray on her...

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A giant road is emerging. My sandy path 
is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, 

ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows
a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped 

path in my gene as an elephant corridor. 
It’s open for the rat snakes, mongooses,

cats, and...

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Have I gone mad? My kith and kin, and friends worriedly ask
I'm unable to eat or sleep; I am stressed. I am lost. 
Defining the meaning of my gestures - is a hard task.
Amidst hullabaloos of my fickle fortune, I'm tossed.

I want to see her;...

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Friend from far
has come to visit
me, a long time.

We're astounding
ourselves, facing
all gray hairs.

We suddenly laugh
cause gone the days
our youthful prim.

Two cups of tea
made our hours
bright, story-telling.

He's soon to retire
in the army, I, an
ordinary citizen.

It was all end in hullabaloos
reminiscing past
and gripping our future....

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Like a blood-red moon on the zenith of the summer sky
Like a crimson bindi on the forehead of a bride, shy
I place you, O anger, within my core consciousness realm.
With agitations of cogitations, within I whelm...

My voice raises; my entire physique trembles; my face frowns.
My...

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