Death walks slowly down the street
with the hood pulled way down low
ain't no sound no not even his feet
his hourglass ready to go
are you ready hey are you ready for this
are you sitting on the edge of your seat
out of the doorway the soul-scythe rips
the end prepare to meet yeah
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another goes to the dogs
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another falls off his log
and another one gone and another one gone
another one down the bogs
hey I'm gonna get you too
another one pops his clogs
With apologies to Freddie Mercury (1946 – 1991) & Queen
With penalty tariffs Trump fights
And what we do? Haply fly kites.
Not shun all his business,
Buy Trump Towers I guess,
Forget reality checks,
We write realty cheques!
And feed alas the fang that bites.
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Happenings | 44.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: This ditty is written in UK English, not American. Hence read check and cheque correctly. Trump is a business man first and then only a president. He sees his personal interest first. See, how he deals with Ukraine, how he dealt with Pakistan, with Israel in Gaza, and elsewhere. Though people talk of boycotting American goods, many still buy Trump Towers with huge Trump’s stakes.
My heart drops
at ankle bites
Aren’t we all a part of human-kind…
Kindle kindness
The human race…embrace
Poli-ticking bombs, , ,
b r e a t h e…
Play ping-pong
d i s c u s s
Don’t be a ding-dong,
shrieking bell
We aren’t all right,
or wrong.
Hate religion…okay,
but it is okay
that some are religious…
don’t a b u s e them
We a l l have beliefs.
Depending on where your heart is,
is where your issue is -
not nearly everyone
is on the same page,
but be
k i n d -
like a gentle wind
Don’t be
over-ripe -
don’t let your words ripple
like whips, tearing others apart.
Love thy neighbor
kiss their hands & feet, metaphorically;
kiss each cheek
Lighting Tomorrow
Memory’s
lantern
near empty
unfilled
Each night
in the darkness
to flicker
until
Your eye
without warning
a flash
unexplained
Forever
relighting
and fanning
— the flame
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Shamal Winds
Lost
in the deepest
recesses of myself
And happier
than I have
any right to be
The hidden
regions
my newfound oasis
A Bedouin
convert
— home among the sands
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Infestation
The American Dream
becoming
a nightmare ...
Conscripted
by strangers
new thieves in the night
Usurping
our freedoms
embedded among us
Invested in nothing
but
— what they can steal
(University Of Pennsylvania: June, 2025)
Leaving The Noise
He came into
silence
like fish
take to water
The only thing
constant
his being
alone
To wander
the alleys
of quiet
reception
The noise
and confusion
for others
— to drone
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Another cold night
And he was here, right next to me
His face over my shoulder and hands wrapped across my belly.
Caressing me at times, teasing!
His lips alternating between bites & soft kisses
Leaving marks wherever possible.
Just when i was levitating in pleasure,
Something loomy stuck my mind.
It whispered hundred things.
Of all,
What hurt the most
Was how many people must have been in my place, before and after.
Not just the number
But also the fear that there's someone out there
Who matters to him
More than i could ever.
Love Bites
Love Makes:
You Think
You're Better Than
You Are; Because:
You're Better Than
You Think
You Are: At Least.
"Hey! What About Them?"
Why Won't You:
Shut
Your
Bloody
Mouth!?
***
You Broke
The Skin.
-Gray Squirrel
06-02-2025
There was a young man named Fred
(the tooth fairy lived in dread)
a wild flamboyant from afar
the spice island Zanzibar
a singer he'd been
and sang a good song
with four-octave range
in the band called Queen
tho' considered 'strange'
with plus four in the upper jaw
he had more teeth than most
once nicely depraved
now dead and gone
when he gave up the ghost
shuffled offstage his mortal coil
was no more than toast
finally went bust
of him it was said,
'Another one bites the crust!'
Forbidden Ground
Wandering
beyond the limitation
of death
Trespassing
through the back gate
of forever
Maundering
alone in a virgin
wilderness
Witnessing
the future destruction
— of time
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Bookends
Enough to be absent
he fumbled the words
His mind ever vacant
new truancies heard
Those spaces beyond him
those spaces behind
Bookends of fruition
— unspoken defined
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Sognefjord Waiting
A mile
past tomorrow
a glacier
lies at rest
New memories stored
within its fjord
awaiting
— our behest
(The New Room: May, 2025)
Who Bites Who First
Dog
Bites
Man
Or
Man
Bites
Dog
Who so maligns a noble man,
None but his own self tends to stain,
The ash thrown over head,
On one’s own head gets spread,
O indulge in no smear campaign.
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Translation |28.01.2025| wisdom,
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse warns us against maligning others. Doing so reflects on one’s own credibility. If you take a fistful of ash and throw it in air, it would fall on your own head. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Nindaam yah kurute saadhoh,
tathaa svam dooshayati asau |
Khe bhootim yah tyajet uchhaih,
moordhnih tasya eva sah patet ||
The distance between the stars
is stone deaf.
Diamonds die last, stones are blind
but all knowing.
Man is a blip on a self-made monitor.
Sound bites are a poets
last resort.
Loyalty is not royalty or power
Being absolutely trustworthy
That others confide in you
Fearless of betrayals or denials
Sharing dreams and secrets
Without hesitating or pondering.
Loyalty binds companions
The bond that bind all together
Both the master and apprentice
The watchword of Nations
Without loyalty no establishments
Loyalty yields cooperation.
Where there's no loyalty
There's always competition
Where there's no competition
The people are civilized
They support each for the top
Loyalty dissolves tyrant
Never seen a dog bites it's owner.
Festival Of San Fermin
Running the gamble
— living the dream
(Pamplona Spain: July, 1977)
‘Pathway To Hell ...”
Money is to promises
what bureaucracy is to care
Chasing lost indemnity
— uncertainty’s despair
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
The Lost Garden
A bad seed
illy planted
Fallow
—and alone
(Denison Iowa, September, 1967)
Au Chante
The pathway
to happiness
Goes through
—the open heart
(Midway Airport: August, 2024)
Verbal Foundlings
Free or blank
tomato
tomatto
Without rhyme’s link
there’s no
bravado
The verse left orphaned
all kinship
spurned
As unconnected
words crash
— and burn
(The New Room: July, 2024)
Death Grip
The tighter
we hold on
The faster
— it slips away
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Now Is Now
Freedom in the moment
the past is the past
Throwing off chains
— tomorrow recast
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Reaching Back
Closer in the distance
than what endears my touch
I focus on your memory
— reclaimed in fated lust
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Abeyance
Raging
against the machine
Dying
in the light
Counting
the hours till darkness
Waiting
— for delight
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Storm Clouds
I wanted to speak my mind
until I changed it
I wanted to write a book
without the critic
I wanted to fall in love
until I lost her
I wanted wealth and fame
— without the thunder
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Cosmic Shelf
A Shooting Star
In A Mason Jar
Preserved And Waiting
So Near — So Far
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
The Weight
Some carry the burden
early
Some carry the burden
late
Some carry the burden
deep inside
Some carry the burden
— of fate
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Circuit Bard
Neurons
are mindful
And fire
as healers
Defying
the symptoms
Igniting
— the cure
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024
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