Death Books Poems

Books are Bon Fires

stacks and stacks of books
filling up Aunt Edith’s home library
the nephews and nieces laugh at them
They are old-fashioned, antiquated, useless

Some of these missives were read

The Intelligent Thrist

I feel intelligent about myself,
Counting choices, weighing my worth.
Yet bread I buy cannot still my hunger,
Nor wine I pour quench this thirst within.
I feel wise

The Death of Pleasantries

My monocle, please,
or if you please,
my spectacles so
I
can attempt to eye
a book with both irises
and which book
to attack first:
the gigantic book of fashion;
it’s
not a lap

Darkest day

A Story of Santosh that was entangled in grief
It was just another day, he thought 
He stepped out of the house with his family to

Life is a Book

life is a book

in the beginning
you hold it in your hands
new, fresh, unblemished
it is only potential
who knows what dreams it holds?

at the end
you look back

Reading Material

Another chapter in my life
over much too soon
when there's so much more to live
it's just not opportune
but is Anonymous the author
or would it be myself

Jaun Elia English Translations II

These are English translations of Urdu poems by Jaun Elia with themes of solitude, loneliness, alienation, love, life, death and loss.

When you come, you will

In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears

In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears,
There is no war that was not hatched in the shadow of

Two Fold

If miracles were made in the Sun
I would come and see you before the day is done
I would whisper good news in your ears
And touch

sylvia

sylvia

***this concerns several books I once owned.
Some were written by Rod McKuen, others by
Richard Brautigan, others by others…***

i discovered that words are  
like some

Character

Abyss Above the Vale

High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark,
Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark,
The sky is a floor and the wind is a

Invisible Books

The ancient tomes speak of realms we cannot see. Wisdom waits to be rediscovered in forgotten corridors of stone where the past echoes through carvings

DEADLY DATA BREACH AMAZON BOOKS

ORDERING MUSIC MISSALS RESULTED IN TWO FAMILY MEMBERS DEATH AFTER CONTACTING AMAZON WHO SENT US THE WRONG BOOKS OUR IDENTITY WAS COMPRMISED NEEDLESS TO SAY

there is an end

there is an end
repetitive engaged
newer orders
where we come from
is where nothing returns
the service of birth
to not come home
on foreign soil
only to war
only for war was