Best Pigmented Poems
In our Asian-cum-Eastern land
No one prefers or admires
the dark-skinned or tanned
Gosh, as if the fair-skinned alone
belonged to the so-called fairer sex
And here, 'black is beauty' a phrase unheard
All falling for the light skinned almost in reflex!
Bachelors on the hunt for a non-fictional Asian 'Snow-white'
Even an ugly heart will do if the skin is white, pale and light
For them lighter skin tis brighter and better at beauty
even if superficial and skin-deep
The dark-skinned maidens thereby left single to weep
But while the ebony dark- pigmented
go on applying whitening and lightening creams
The white Westerners frequented
the sunlit beaches for dark tans from sun beams!
So in westerners females wish to look browned and tanned
Thus the opposite is preferred
so to that end they may sun bathe for hours on beach sand
Ah and though from the point of view of my motherland
I am luckier that God chose
to model me from a peachy whiter lighter clay,
I still feel this tug-of-war between complexions
needn't really join the fray.
For when you and I glance at Naomi Campbell
we know beauty can be white, brown and black as well
Like love, beauty knows no colour, creed or race
As proved by this gorgeous black supermodel.
Besides, we all have come across
both dark-skinned angelic saints
and fair-skinned folks with sinner's taints
Ah, Black Beauty, or Fair and lovely
Beauty has never known any bounds
For God He distributed beauty rather equally
No argument can last on these grounds
Oh, a soulmate's inner beauty ought to be earnestly sought
Too bad lustful passions fall for those merely outwardly hot!
Categories:
pigmented, color, prejudice, race, ,
Form:
Rhyme
I wish
I could into a deep blue sea dive
Have the flowing flood of tears subside
Let my smile surface and revive
And my woes would ever cease to survive..
I wish
I could the highest of mountains mount
And from its very summit
I would see with no doubt
How tiny my tribulations and vain to wane about..
I wish
I could widely fly
Reach the heart of the sky
And how light I am I would realise
Having dropped the heaviest of burdens so far..
I wish
I could on a solid land land
And feel the strength of the path I tread
Be sure not to stumble
When I raise high my head..
I wish
I could vanish into darkness
With a void I would merge
Attain a leading light
And with serenity I would converge..
I wish
I could follow an inner time to rise
Bright, full of energy and willing to shine
Despite the weights of dark nights
Seek the Light of God, bow to the Sublime and end my fights
I wish
I could not just bathe but sink
In a so pigmented thick ink
Draw and colour in a wondrous beauty
Paintings and portraits with my poetry..
Categories:
pigmented, dedication, destiny, emotions, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Stone of Nihilism
Stained glass lies
Colored shards of broken truth
Puzzle pieces arranged in
Sanctimonious expression
Designed to camouflage falsehoods
The perjury of Priests
Disguised deceit in windows of brilliant rainbow hues
Lighted by a sunlight of fraudulent confession
Hypocrisy designed with prismatic glass of fragile faith
Proudly hang in your Church of Shame
My single stone of Nihilism
Shatters the pigmented panes of your tinted atrocities
©2019
Categories:
pigmented, religion,
Form:
Free verse
The surgeon generals
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin
Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put to sleep
under the celestial lights
Souls with eyes and minds closed —
their ears tingle lustily,
hearing cash pillow talk on poverty sheets
But, the gorgeous planetary patient
has no operating room human rights
Oh, such an awful terrestrial plight!
Yet, the view from the firmament heights
show another picture
of love from above
No stitches are seen
on the sky blue-eye, brown skin beauty
Regal global queen,
daughter of the Lunar tides,
your disfigurement is a cosmic shame
Moon princess,
Snow White seasonal changeling,
the galloping Four Horsemen are coming
upon the dispossessing gale wind
to trample upon
your perfect facial contours again
Hazel spring eyes,
with a cerulean crown
over her cloud-colored wedding veil
She wears such a Polar aurora adorable,
pristine mountainous gown
But the Jekyll dogs of war
are viciously on the shadow Hyde, waiting
to gnash another canine needle
into your verdant cheek vale fertility
Upon an evergreen face
does not one strand of virgin
forest hair
stand out of winter place
Until the anaesthesia bombs needle drop
to pockmark your oasis skin ...
and the monstrous dissection begins
Bloody butchers bullet love
slaughterhouse flaying
Stitching border sutures ... raised-flag lines
that are ever changing
As the summer fruits of world peace
are no longer autumn falling
Cris-cross scissor map marks
have so money land-lust sullied your timeless beauty
A planetary Bride of Frankenstein
is now your geo-political, laboratory scarred destiny
And I’m afraid to experimentally speak:
more stitches are soon forthcoming
Yet, from high above,
tho’ I hear
the negotiating table scalpel scrapes ...
I see no ugly stitches
on your indigo beautiful oceanic face
Categories:
pigmented, allusion, truth, wisdom, world,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A sky-bow
pastel light rays,
pigmented by clouds;
a canvas of light.
Gradient echoes filtering
from stratospheric crystal;
embracing curvature,
terra-forma.
Polychrome lamp
riding world’s edge
to infinity’s lair;
ascending...descending,
half moon crest.
A lemon-cherry,
orange and grape
smoothie, blending
in the heavens.
My soul bleeds into
passion pinks
elation oranges
pulling me up to
highest heights
of tranquility.
We meld...
Categories:
pigmented, light, nature, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
in the shape of maintenance
there are four straight sided sides
lies of coper (copper) pipes
to actually but not officially
or explicitly choke the life
out of me
pigmented mutuality
is credibility yours to kill
come find me nosy enigmatic organization
(groups who solve puzzles)
while my grave is being dug
clues to the find
are not all in the same state
rotting candor of honesty
i did lyric (write) and stopped breathing
shape of maintenance
four straight sides
of copper pipes
actually but not officially
choke the life
out of me
mutuality
credibility to kill
come nosy youthful institution of association
my grave is being dug
clues to the find
look states
fumy honesty
lyric and not breathing
Categories:
pigmented, abuse, celebrity, discrimination, emotions,
Form:
Bio
Inflicted is this society
Of depicted truths to matter
Does it matter
When every life doesn't matter to the same accord
Accordingly, slavery was abolished
To what effect when our minds are currently enslaved
When the only awakening comes from the mourn of graves
Theres so much to be saved, this is known
Every life does matter
Yet the matter has no volume to skin tone
When the only way is the only way
To band together
Ensuring the importance never fades
In creating the trending phase
Of change
Important Phrase!
Black Lives do matter
Our skin far from white
So the minority as a whole must also lather
The will to stand up for this pigmented matter
Black, White, Hispanic
What ever you may be
We are all created in light of a womb
To the luck of a swim up stream
In similarity of the blood we bleed
N the placenta we once did feed
Linked in red
The blood shed of our being
Categories:
pigmented, change, conflict, hate, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Against the wall I was his devi
Pressed tight beside his soul
Skin so hot it burned through mine like a fever
Warming my muscles
Warming my pulse
Fueling my movement
Touching my body he was my sher
Braving my imperfections
Lips so thirsty they tasted mine with frenzy
Spinning my thoughts
Spinning my surroundings
Driving my feelings
It was…
Underneath the materialistic piles
Cotton, polyester, and satin
He saw my secret nature
Underneath my pigmented eyes
Crushed Lala and gloomy brown
He saw my Élan vital
Underneath my damaged Pericardium
He found my beating heart.
Categories:
pigmented, body, culture, hindi, lost
Form:
Free verse
ON BEING A SAUSAGE ROLL
Our other sausage acquaintances are real –
Flavoured, pigmented, heated
By boiling or frying :
They have their dignity, though they too be eated.
Our natural features, our inner glories,
Are pastry-coated and abide
In small bags from ye take-away,
All similar and eaten cold outside.
Or at best saucered and microwaved
With ketchup to add insults :
Not only hidden under pastry,
Yea also ‘neath red chemical lab results.
Never are we savoured like frankfurters
Or slowly chewed like wurst.
We are hurriedly snapped up like cakes and ale
By a fat eater ready to burst
In a line of crawling traffic,
Or in a static bus queue.
Inside an expanding waistline - Zwounds
Ye fat paunch - with no limit in view.
But soft! Life on the savoury pastry shelf
Is a production line existence - not a role.
Oh, to shuffle off this pastry coil -
I’m just another sausage roll.
.................................
Categories:
pigmented, food, life, parody,
Form:
Blank verse
poetically fractured retractions
gnashing night prayers,
scribbling braille,
written sideways
dipped in holy water's resolution,
compromising statements
of disbelief's proclamation
spinning music the color
of nakedly sick psycho, yet
burnished souls keep on ticking
quarter past total trade-offs
in a spoonful of smoky reflections
sans acid's sugar trip,
anointed of rose-reddish
bloody false pretenses
dancing off center phases
in disillusioned
pirouettes of pseudo redemption,
whirling out of control on
staged tapestry's loftiness
surrendered ballet slippers
in blistered half promises,
as twisted metaphors sprightly
tuned out spun anomalies
below birds on a rusty wire tweeting
admissions' cobalt blue hazed execution,
rendered inky alterations' inquisitions
'pon pedaled pink fluff profundity,
exhaling paroxysms' jazzily engaged poesy
in vehemently enraged deliverance,
naught one is ever as they seem
through pigmented film 'neath
figment's imagined looking glass
of ingratiated delusional grandeur
Categories:
pigmented, allegory, dance, metaphor, muse,
Form:
Burlesque
soft-spoken & fair woman
with much assurance to every child
her fair heart tallied with her colour
for hers was a fair pigmented skin
generous & kind to a fault
a face with ever-beaming smile
she lived one angel on this horizon
mother badaiki, loved by all
hers was a love-bound heart
when was she angry? when frowning?
’tis the hardest to say she lived for us
mother badaiki, loved by all -
& death cannot kill you, dear mother!
Categories:
pigmented, loss,
Form:
Elegy
Salmon Run
A flurry of reds emerges distorted from the river;
As the Sockeye Salmon return from the ocean,
Following the scent of their home stream water,
Swimming upstream to the place of their birth,
In this, their final act is to propagate the species.
During this migration, the salmon consume no food,
But depend on their stored body fat reserves.
The salmon flesh is red due to the krill they eat,
and this pigment moves to the skin where they absorb their scales,
as the flesh turns white, an indication of their health.
They endure the struggle over falls, up rapids,
and past man-made structures and predators,
To reach the spawning grounds of their creation.
The name originates from the Pacific Indigenous people
Salish languages,
Who called them ‘Suk-kegh’ meaning red fish after their colour.
For centuries, the Coastal tribes ancestral heritage
fished Sockeye for sustenance;
And traditions believed all living things were once people.
To them, the Sockeye symbolizes determination,
renewal, and prosperity.
Frantically, grotesque looking fish splash furiously.
The females in a frenzy sweep their tails to make beds,
While males await excitedly defending their mate.
Ready to move in between them and the nest;
To fertilize the eggs that are about to be laid.
They didn’t always look this way; with the upper portion
of the snout,
Elongated protruded over the bottom as if hooked-jaw
With long fang teeth and greenish hued heads,
And red pigmented bodies with thick leathery skin;
With a hump on their back that makes them appear freakish.
The juveniles remain in the fresh water until mature.
Then swim out into the ocean for two to three years,
before returning to repeat the cycle.
Steely silver blue tinted colour with white bellies,
And heads of natural proportions to the rest of their
sleek, transparent scaled bodies,
Torpedo shaped, magnificently gorgeous for a fish.
Categories:
pigmented, education, fish, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Soliloquy to Love
To be loved or not to be loved; restatement of existential indecision.
No less a question to the universe, no less unanswered, no less
Turned aside by fear of the unknown.
Not to be loved; a land of emptiness plagued by hunger and the
Inner ache of longing, fanned by friendly words and glances
From a passing soul, of like temperament and wit. A place
Where the brilliant sun is dimmed by thin cloud that sheds cold rain
Like tears in the loneliness of evening. To be loved, an eternal quest,
A life traveller gazing at the pinpricks of stars and distant galaxies in
heart swelling wonder, with expectant anticipation of joy to come.
Being loved, a precious state of surety of being, inner power and
Command over life, outward shining happiness to dazzle all about.
These are the head and tails of the currency of living, the coin of
Daily intercourse with those about who gaze back in like manner,
Engaged in their own invisible struggle to find love; but some do not seek love.
Not to seek love. The safe haven in which the ship of the soul rides serene,
untroubled by the storm of emotion, passion and uncertainty which
Lies beyond the safe harbour. To seek love. To venture into the tumult
Of the open sea, far from safety, racked with fear and doubt, frightened,
But with the glow of treasures ever before, luring the happy soul onwards.
An azure sky and evening's soft air, aglow with sunset, the horizon pigmented
with the flame of love
Categories:
pigmented, introspection, love, universe,
Form:
Blank verse
I was born on a hazy frosty morn,
when the dawn cast beautiful lilac hues;
a veil of this tint I have always worn,
it is my ambience, aura and muse !
Love all the stained trees with my fav' colour,
the tree tapestries hand painted by God;
scenes pigmented sublime in tricolour,
I breathe in essence- his work never flawed !
I am inspired to pen great poesy,
to paint words in divine saturation;
contemplating each line of poesy
for muse and my life is all elation !
I adore these tints and pigmentations;
this season that inspire my creations !
Categories:
pigmented, art, color, creation, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Your red light betters consider you a black bug
on the windshield of life
That freedom flight of fancy smushed condition,
it don’t spotted glass much matter
Just another ghetto pest
that didn’t pass the police car
collision course tute test
Listen to the blue siren chatter,
dead air channel static
Broken wing green dreams start to fade to black,
as the fluttering pulse on the shield
ebbs exhalation erratic
Jitterbug sound of splat splatter
Fear of an accidental roadkill encounter
Smitten by the yield heated grill ... open hands up in the air
or spread wide on the hot hood,
it don’t too much yellow tape matter
Ghetto exodus poverty flees
causes frosty mad dash, suburban chase paranoia
SWAT the criminal skin pigmented flies,
kill the epidermal honeybees
Wipe those dark bloodstains from the windbreaker riot vest
Get a brass shield, black beetle swish commendation, I guess
Law abiding fight against societal crushed condition ...
protest a little too loudly, it don’t asphalt smear much matter
Smack dab into the heated grill ... street interrogation
Accidental crossroad kill ... fatal intersection situation
Just another ghetto tick pest
that didn’t pass the patrol vehicle
racial profile oppression test
Hear the fading siren, morgue dispatched chatter:
Black bugaboo chained melody
always gon freely get the blue metal splat splatter
*tute is an old Germanic word meaning "look out."
Categories:
pigmented, dark, death, perspective, truth,
Form:
Elegy