Best Lacerate Poems

Ocie the Ocelot liked words a lot!
As a tot, words like dot and trot hit the spot
Then, getting older, the folder on her shoulder grew bolder
What was once handy stopped ringing so dandy
Craving vocabulary candy to bandy
She sought what she ought, to form lukewarm to...

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“The broken pieces of our heart like shards of glass are difficult to be glued up. It needs great care and craftsmanship to mend it.” ~ By Poet

The night stood,
veiled like an assassin.
Leaving aside the unfinished works,
she curled into bed, tired.

Thoughts once dead,
like spirits, from...

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How sweet the sound of raging sea!
Long has peace reigned so devoted,
But has it thought of wicked treachery? 
Nay, it had never plotted retribution!

Be that as it may,
I, the goddess of the deep,
Utter these very words of incantation
To suppress the fury that curses my veins!

May...

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A black cloud 
rains selectively 
on the dispossessed, 
a wretched lot. 
 
My billowing abaya 
now clings to me, 
revealing my form. 
Their glances lacerate. 
 
The road stretches 
to the horizon, 
but has swallowed 
my expectations.


Palestine, 1948


First published in Blue Minaret...

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I forgive the stars sleeping in nothingness,
             too afraid to embrace eclipsed spheres….. 

In the midst of sweltering gloaming,  
I ascend, obscured and tarnished,  
like a tainted trinket lost  
in...

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The night stood, 
veiled like a nun.
     Wherever she looked,
         She saw a hooded assassin,
staring at her with eyes like fireballs.
     

Leaving aside 
the unfinished works,
she curled into...

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Do not tell me anymore of mythical mermaids lurking
In the fine gradient of the sea, eyes heavy with a snaring desire,
A monalisa smile framed on their faces or of

Sexy mermen and smiling salacious simpletons
To stereotype the smile mystery of the swahili of diani;
Their courtesy charms...

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“One can never consent to creep
When one feels an Impulse to soar”, once held by Helen.
When I desire to win Bharat Ratna, I don't want to accept failure without participating
But the politics, class discernment & dire domains won’t let me…..

I am Jayasurya a 62-year-old poet,...

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The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled
The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide rendezvous
It’s when you can’t laugh or cry, and feel it’s all over, it’s a sick dry
Place one tries to avoid,...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXII

IF you pull a long lonely face
Standing all alone near or on a busy airport flyway
Sans kith ni kin nor traffic police or friends en surplus
Hell you'll be mowed down by plane's landing gear out-lay

Now if you...

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The Alamosaurus, was the last of their kind
And the Baryonyx, in the water you'll find
 
Now there's Camelotia, from a historical site
One of the largest ever, Diplodicus - now there's a sight
 
Of Elaphrosaurus so nimble and fast
Fabrosaurus, five-fingered hands for the plants they grasped
...

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I've glanced at heaven.
I've walked through hell.
I wish on stars and dandelions

I crave for fantasies reality cannot satiate
At night I talk to the moon and sing to the stars
I walk on clouds and speak to whispers
I follow faeries to far off places 

Where a bleeding...

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Another afternoon being brave, 
chasing clouds 
down drifting earth embers 
for freedom. 
Grateful glances hurry humbly 
into imminent jubilee. 
Juxtaposed kindly, 
knives loosely lacerate 
my mind; 
never nearing opulent offers. 
Perhaps Philosophy's 
quiet quandary 
renders reservation so selfishly
the technique
underscores useful
valuable variations?...
Why waste extreme excitement 
yawning,...

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Again the sun will rise and the moon will shine,
Again the night will shudder,again the night will whine.
Again the darkness will beseech, the sky will remorse for its stalemate,
Again her wail will lament in the hellish night, her body will be bruised and her soul...

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In those days when national service
Conscripted me for a necessary chore
In in the tap root of Amachara
I abode
At dusk, strange hands lacerate my flesh
At dawn, your girls dragged me into drudgery
Today, weights of reminiscent garrison my thoughts
Amachara, are you still the egret that drums in...

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