Worries warts and a teaspoon
a mosquito lives inside my liver
He escaped from the falling dune
to make me his caregiver
he brings his worries he brings his warts
He crawls through my nose
But alas his passport
my liver makes room
As he feasts on pink flower flesh
To make new
A new cocoon
I feel him writhe
I feel him slither
battle of my gushy mushy internal river
sting my finger for the egg
As sweet and bister as nutmeg
And place my nipper in my ear
Where she too
Will inch on through
On a teaspoon of worries and warts
a bitter taste of sorts
I listen to the whispers
Oh how nice
oh how kind
What a friend
What a find
A mosquito lives inside
Worries warts and a teaspoon
Forever, forever
God emperor of the dune
the red wheel
barrow
can’t stand the pressure
anymore
wants to be
yellow
before the shabby
shed
the bister chickens gone
long inside
he hungered
a fierce fervor.
slowly
an arousal
rise of her sunshine.
enraptured
by dim
flitter of
bister
untamed eyes.
a wan breath
briefly abandoned
by the vision and taste
of
a single being.
6/27/2020
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Edward Ibeh invented poem form, Yalto: Line 1 to 15: 3,-4-2,-4-5-3-2-3-2-3-3-5-6-1-5 syllables.
Zindgi ki haqiqat aj kuch is trah nazron ke samne byan hui
Aankhe chhalak gai hum so na sake
Aaj raste me Jo mayusi dekhi kisi muflis ke chehre pe
Qayamt kuch yun Dil pe berpa hui kuch keh na sake
Narm bister pe jb hum sukun se sote h
Na Jane kitne zaeef raston pe tanha rote hai
Kuch alfazo se Inka dard byan na kr Paungi
Per Jo mehsus Kiya aaj smjh ni aya unke liye alfaz kaha se laungi.....
Valentine’s Day:
The annual sabbath of pacifists,
exhibitionists, and abiders,
conflated into a single wilting of wills,
destined to the jaws of a shredder,
or landfill,
blocking the visibility and scent
of sustenance for buzzards
and other parasitic organisms,
designed to sustain
the ecological balance of decay,
when if forgotten,
will leave one
in a similar state of graces
with the non-recipient
of manufactured gestures.
So don’t forget the impassioned poetry
stenciled across
a stock photo of strangers,
or the waxy bister
of formed chocolates,
or you might find yourself
listed among the outcasts
who take a break from love
on Valentine’s Day.
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