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Bombay Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormCategories  
To pass Dominic Middleton Free verse bombay, dad, good night, mum,
Premium Member Poem THIS DOCTOR HAS NO PATIENCE JAN ALLISON Limerick bombay, body, health, humorous,
Premium Member Poem Universal Love Jack Ellison Limerick bombay, love,
Premium Member Poem IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE - Part XII T Wignesan Dramatic Monologue bombay, heartbroken, longing, lost love,
Premium Member Poem All Day Tomorrow William Coyne Limerick bombay, humorous,
Holly Day Cheer Oy Vey matthew harris Political Verse bombay, celebration, christmas, games, hair,
Premium Member Poem They walk amongst us Silent One Sonnet bombay, angel, appreciation, tribute,
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In response to IF Poetry Contest Michael Robinson Rhyme bombay, meaningful, poetry,
Born in Bombay Mark Morris Prose bombay, absence, angel, beautiful, black
No-One is Perfect Dedu Son Limerick bombay, fun,
Premium Member Poem Mother Brendan J. Simons Rhyme bombay, mother, mother son, parents,
A very quick quack Taoi Chanan I do not know? bombay, analogy,
Two Pairs of Shoes Judy Valko Rhyme bombay, humorous,
Beware the Coming of the Minx Alexander Blackie Verse bombay, cat, fun, giggle, humorous,
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A Beautiful Sailing Ship Alfred Berggren Rhyme bombay, beauty,
Late Summer Nights Dream at the Cat in the Hat george seal Couplet bombay, imagination, nonsense,
Premium Member Poem Week 1 - Brian's Poet of Note - 'Jack Gilbert' Brian Johnston Free verse bombay, joy, life, love,
winter's film star stephen pennell Villanelle bombay, romantic,
Premium Member Poem HE WAS A FLOP JAN ALLISON Limerick bombay, age, body, humorous, lust,
Premium Member Poem Baseball Trash Can Cats Vs Downtown Stray Robert Stoner Jr Rhyme bombay, baseball, fun, poetry,
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Alcohol Closet Jimmy Qin Free verse bombay, addiction, child, dad, destiny,
The lady from Bombay Jude Kyrie Free verse bombay, appreciation, career, teacher,
Premium Member Poem Mince Meat Pie No Lie James Horn Couplet bombay, allegory, analogy,
Carols Dennis Brickles Lyric bombay, december,
BAWDY BEVERAGES Dan Cwiak Free verse bombay, drink, fantasy, humor,
Premium Member Poem The Wound That Never Heals Robert Ronnow Verse bombay, christian, husband, mother, music,
Right on Time quincy cannon Blitz bombay, beauty, cute love,
Premium Member Poem Rumor Has It Dr.Ram Mehta Free verse bombay, fun,
Bombay Duck Nigel Fox Free verse bombay, food,
Premium Member Poem GL Trestrail and Co Ltd Keith Trestrail Couplet bombay, nostalgia,
Premium Member Poem The Bombay Grocery Dr.Ram Mehta Rhyme bombay, fun, humor, , 9th
Slums of the world jan oskar hansen Blank verse bombay, anger, angst, betrayal, class,
Gods, Rains and Traffic Rohit Pandey Rhyme bombay, emotions, god, rain,
A Story My Mother Told Me Scribbler Of Verses I do not know? bombay, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, grandmother,
Premium Member Poem Limerick: Once a measly Miser in Mumbai T Wignesan Limerick bombay, humorous,
The murder of Civilisation steven cooke Free verse bombay, patriotic, freedom,
For the World's Best Boss RIMA ANIL.NAIK Rhyme bombay, thank you, tribute, me,
Premium Member Poem haiku 16 Debbie Guzzi Haiku bombay, holiday, nature,
Premium Member Poem Were We There At All John Posey Rhyme bombay, love, heart, heart,
Premium Member Poem Friendship's Gifts Debbie Guzzi Verse bombay, devotion, friendship,
Premium Member Poem A Bucket List for Two Joe Flach Rhyme bombay, song-
First of May Deborah Burch Limerick bombay, adventure, childhood, fantasy, hope,
No More Olives Robert Pettit Rhyme bombay, food,
a cooks battle jan oskar hansen Blank verse bombay, funny, old, old,
The lies of fathers RAINER LOVEIAM I do not know? bombay, introspection,
LISTENING TO JOAN BAEZ Debasish Datta Free verse bombay, nostalgiavoice, voice,
Drifting Through Time Jeremy Moore Prose Poetry bombay, lifenight, time, dark, dark,
Darrin's Troubles Robert Pettit Rhyme bombay, dedication, funny, nostalgia, cousin,
Premium Member Poem I Am Happy and Gay Joe Flach Limerick bombay, funny
MAIL PUZZLE Sidney Beck Light Verse bombay, funny, places,

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Bombay Poem Example

The Wound That Never Heals

Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks for the summaries.
I was teaching Shakespeare’s 92nd ridiculous sonnet
to my student who lays blacktop in the off season
Shakespeare bellyaching about dying without her love
a feeling foreign to a modern adolescent sensibility
although many teens are pretty far gone searching
for their mothers or fathers in their dazed lovers’ eyes.
Which is why we call it “the wound that never heals.”
Or the lesion that’s always lengthening. And bleeding.

Muslim fundamentalists and their Christian counterparts
are a mystery to me. Pews and prayer rugs, the airless
indoor environment of religious worship, reading
scriptures, hypnotized by hymns and fainting from staring
at candles through stained glass windows, almost certain
the preacher is faking his certainty about the afterlife.
It’s not my problem. A more immediate concern:
receding gums and tooth extractions, swollen joints,
poor lubrication and circulation, wave after wave
of viral infection, the occasional antibiotic-resistant
bacterial attack, usually urinary, and who knows
what internal organs are dividing and conquering
without mercy or cease, i.e. the wound that never heals.

It is wise not to overvalue your continued existence,
good not to be innumerate, unable to compare
a mere 80 years with say 6.0 x 109 or all of time
(to date) times the multiverse. Conversely,
it is interesting all of space and most of history is contained
in your little mind (realizing of course it’s just a map
of the cosmos not the cosmos itself, or is it?). I’m
unable to wrestle free, tongue in that cavity
and locked in my memories, so separate and disparate
from the biomass in the crosswalks, even my spouse.
Alone, so alone, even your doctor can only devote
limited thought to your situational mortality through
the redress of poetry—also a wound that never heals.

Snow for eternity, that’s what this February’s been.
All to the good, for someone it’s the final February
so enjoy it to the extent you can. By that I mean joy.
Joy at birth. Joy at death. All joy. All times. Anyway.
That was Shakespeare’s message: even tragedies are comedies. 
May, a Buddhist, chants each morning.
Her husband, Marc, who’s Jewish, plays league tennis.
Their son, Aaron, will soon make Eagle scout.
How does it relate to your wound that never heals?
Luck runs out. For D.H. Lawrence in New Mexico
or Ulysses S. Grant in Ohio or Yasujiro Ozu in
Tokyo or Satyajit Ray in Bombay or Rabindranath
Tagore in Bangalore or at the Battle of the Atlantic in the Azores.

The night is a poultice, winter or summer solstice.
My anonymity will not effect the anomie ghettoside
seeing for myself how season by season
vacations and accomplishments accumulate, late in life
and early on, sunrise over mountains or moonrise over Bronx.
Masturbator, prisoner of war. Hospice of the Holy Roman Empire.
Numerous blue notes: the 3 flat, 7 flat, 5 flat,
the 6 flat and the 2 flat too. I don’t get
what Wallace Stevens means by imagination.
When groundhog shows up as a totem, there is opportunity
to explore the mystery of death without dying.
This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)!
Now what about that wound that never heals.

The Skeptical Observer column in Scientific American
was somewhat alarming when he accepted a paranormal
explanation for how his wife’s grandfather’s inoperable
transistor radio played music from its hiding spot
in his sock drawer on, and only on, their wedding day.
Now I’ll have to believe my father (or mother!) is watching me
perform private sexual acts with (or without) partners
or that they could even know my thoughts. Or aliens
are attending our committee meetings and making
perfectly reasonable decisions given the available information
and the world is rotating just fine without humans.
These possibilities–angels, ghosts, aliens–are better
than holocaust and genocide. In this way,
and only in this way, does doom become endurable.
The wound that never heals in the end is all you’ll feel.

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