Best Ungovernable Poems

Know, I know
Nothing is what I write

I know better
I don't know anything about what I write

But, this illiterate ungovernable feeling will decay
If I write nothing

Everything I have will die, I will die
Whatever I write, if I stop it

And, yes, so I write


Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee...

Continue reading...

~In distress, life is a stress~

Changes is in the heart of a man
The pain he feels is also in the heart
The subconscious will and wish of a man
Is also the subconscious action within the heart

Rejection is a reflex and a weakening
That makes man helpless
The only...

Continue reading...

it isn't in the time, neither in the dream 
nor in the feeling's vagueness 
but it is to what uncertainty 
as well the ungovernable hopelessness 
- which here outline the notes 
of a forgetful page, like a mark 
will be going to melt away in...

Continue reading...

...inspired by 'Compass' by Richard Wilbur

The direction not the distance signifies, 
a single needle smitten by the sun
sets bold trajectories which scare and stun
unwitting and ungovernable eyes.

Points of departure, points of no return,
beginnings which intrigue both dull and keen,
destinations flash, unsighted, seen,
vistas known, and visions...

Continue reading...

The direction not the distance signifies, 
a single needle smitten by the sun
sets bold trajectories which scare and stun
unwitting and ungovernable eyes.

Points of departure, points of no return,
beginnings which intrigue both dull and keen,
destinations flash, unsighted, seen,
vistas known, and vistas yet to learn.

The sea is...

Continue reading...

Land of the Free


Oh! Thou sweet land of the free, ????

You paved the way so others could find their ways

Where men of letter fought for a better day, 

And find solutions without delay.
 

Oh! The first daughter of Africa ????

Your children lied in a chronic state,...

Continue reading...

Madonna swelling at the Kilmore, 
every girl a wisp of ungovernable smoke, 
and vomit on my shoes as they threw me 
out the door, addled and clueless as I was, 
and, forgive me, still am. 
I hit the tarmac like a warm can 
but you...

Continue reading...

The direction not the distance signifies, 
a single needle smitten by the sun
sets bold trajectories which scare and stun
unwitting and ungovernable eyes.

Points of departure, points of no return,
beginnings which intrigue both dull and keen,
destinations flash, unsighted, seen,
vistas known, and vistas yet to learn.

The sea is...

Continue reading...

Man is often nervous at gunpoint,
Speedily answering an unasked question,
Bank account details releasing as a rescuing option;
Mr. Pile would scatter what he’d long piled up,
Ready for a new relationship with a plastic cup.

Man reveals peculiar intelligence at gun point,
Wonderfully streamlining every bogus speech,
A Breathing Ingenuity,...

Continue reading...

The direction not the distance signifies, 
a single needle smitten by the sun
sets bold trajectories which scare and stun
unwitting and ungovernable eyes.

Points of departure, points of no return,
beginnings which intrigue both dull and keen,
destinations flash, unsighted, seen,
vistas known, and vistas yet to learn.

The sea is...

Continue reading...

Progressives say mankind is improving,
so, moral laws are no longer needed. 
The goal for mankind is self-expression,
hence the need for new social conventions.

That which is old is no longer useful,
So, out with the old, and in with the new.
No need for God, man is his...

Continue reading...

Where was I?
unusual.
behind 
the dizzying looking glass,
cement block,
panelled windows,
noonish saloons 
sipping my loathing 
like mosquitoes 
milking stone veins 

constipated. 

contemplating pretty suspects 
and their banditry of spotlight and shadows;
cute fashions with their dreamboat accessories. 

Snatched away! 

Who was I?
a deserted
quotient. 
All of me, crumbs 
sucking...

Continue reading...

The direction not the distance signifies, 
a single needle smitten by the sun
sets bold trajectories which scare and stun
unwitting and ungovernable eyes.

Points of departure, points of no return,
beginnings which intrigue both dull and keen,
destinations flash, unsighted, seen,
vistas known, and vistas yet to learn.

The sea is...

Continue reading...

You’re to slap a customer 
Stubbornly sticking to a thousand
For an article clearly worth ten thousand
And he to it, not a new- comer:
Buyers, after receiving your warm Hello’s
Trying  to force out your hot bellows,
For which you could a head clout
And its owner disgracefully walk...

Continue reading...

What on earth made the teen 
Go ahead to create a scene
That should not have been seen:
That I watched and was lean;
Ungovernable feathers happily preen?
Only yesterday did Mum him wean; 
Who had nothing thought but his well being  
An off and on “Where have...

Continue reading...