(A weary voice whispers)
Like a slave to love
I once looked for true completeness
But like Beatrice and Dante,
There was always a great barrier
Between us
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
Does society, peer pressure, family or religion, hinder many when searching for love?
One's perspective
might be the precursor to his down fall
when it's all or nothing
he might end up
with know one at all
betrayal of ah lover
has real consequenses
a fool only loves someone
that he only misses
a celebration doesn't make you
a celebrity
I've found someone else
we're alone when it's just you and me
can't do that round here
everyone know's were married
they push us around snear
it's, get and gone; Ya'll hurry, hurry!
we sneak away to find romance
in romantic places
see people we know
we hide our selfs
or turn our faces
Divoice my wife
you divoice your husband
then we can be together
we been saying this
seems like forever
People tell us
they don't want us around
call us stupid said I was a clown
dark skies when they
come your way
find shelter
that's what people say
a combination of
activities and obligations
divided time and loyalties
stressed out don't wanna
make decisions
perching around like
a pigeon
lose my tread of thought
can't pay attention
you my wife
you my lover
I’ll be around as long as canto lasts.
The beat of drum, a naked blast of sweat.
My skirt, a round, chases the breathless casts
of oxygen - the faces red - oh my -
and so is mine. The passion fire. I sigh…
Of sticks and stones that create hate - my bones
do ache and amplify sensuous zones.
The opera, unusual, its drums
that speak of life and death - skull and crossbones.
When the fat lady rests, my heart succumbs.
Canto de Maio
Em maio
surge um canto
de esperança,
do menos,
fazer mais
é a regra;
superar e
realizar
com força
para fazer
mais e mais.
Em maio,
no palco
do mercado,
o sonho é
real e o
negócio é:
fazer com
pouco
mais e mais.
Which is the easiest way to make two
Indian states to fight?
One is to throw power, language, water-
Issues on their face.
So you’ll have got two Dravid states
Fighting eternally,
O’er slight and petite things for decades
Meaningless, mundane,
So that your Aryan Empire in the
North will have its way
Of flourishing and bringing in caste and
Sect-bred troops set free.
Not one but multiple such issues
Let loose on the south
On the twin sister-states of Tamil Nadu
And Kerala have worn
Out sistership, brotherhood and good-
Will among these two
Peoples, and eroded their history
Of a common past.
Mullapperiyar Dam Water Issue,
Imposing Hindi,
And Koodankülam Atomic Power
Plants are but a few,
Devised by central government to
Keep them warring on
And smoth’ring each other instead of
Pooling their resources.
We will examine each and weigh how
Hampered they progress,
Before we’re onto the treachery of the
Telengana State.
(Written and first published on: 08 December 2020)
Can also be read in full here: https://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/2020/12/224-hindu-anarchy-coming-to-india.html
Lobsters packed in eighteen-wheelers
grapple with their feelings.
A mass custody of shrimps
spoon together
still pink with passion.
Crabs cross-dress
bound more-or-less
to nips of salty resentment.
A soupçon of sea bugs
dished up
on bright porcelain plates.
Fresh alien captives
worth more alive than dead
until we break bread.
Ample mood swings hurl wild and swift:
Prance in a trance of feisty force,
Orbit fierce flings of furious drift;
Ignite deep dance that trips harsh cause,
Glimpse that mad swirl of churning pain;
Nice fragrant spice meets vice that churns,
Attest taut twirls in broken grain;
Note hollow price where strain hurls burns,
Taste the vile spree of mutiny.
Charm waves the mist of dying fate,
Ask truth to free last tragedy;
Nimble lost list here at hot gates,
Trouble breaks down the simple stress,
Observe lost clown in gloomy dress.
Leon Enriquez
06 December 2016
Singapore
Don't hurt yourself
Between us lumka
The thrill is gone
I'm just a big mouthed
Lout wasting your time
Lumka:the afro-centric goddess of broken hearts.also a girl's name
I would like to write the canto
That is full of love and mirth,
But last night I’ve heard the thunder –
It has brought the other verse.
It was full of wrath and evil
I woke up – I blamed the fright
For the God for sake of people –
I’ve decided I won’t write
Even line. The voice as thunder
Said through nightmare: do not try!
I would like to write the canto –
There’s no blessing of the sky!
There’s no love and thoughts are lonely
There’s no mirth there is no joy
I was needed you and only
You have played by me as toy.
I have taken pen and random
I have written seven words:
I would like to write the canto…
But I can’t there’s no good thoughts.
'Maria's Canto'
You bestir me, Aztec Princess
Awakening me from slumbers forsaken
Taking me on the path to your Caribbean haven
To my existence you grant sense.
Your mind is keen, shown by a sharp intelligence
On your countenance, your honey skin a godly sheen
In all you've been, as woman and goddess
Heaven and Earth will you rule as queen, but to me
To me you are the premiere enchantress.
Days have gone when he spoke;
Yes, years turned yester-years,
When the wide-mouth spoke last;
Yet, he dwells in a brighter horizon:
A city of opulence & flamboyance;
Had he spoken before the oracles,
Then, a radical he is?
Isn’t it true while the aim
Was the radical enemy’s camp,
The blow from war-heads was on us;
That courtesy of peace & unity
Left the cities unto full fires –
Had he spoken before the oracles,
Then, a radical he is?
No! not a radical, but a hard-liner;
To defy their air-raids of hunger,
Famine, tribalism, corpse-cum-coups
In the civilised city of Africa
And in defence of my people –
Had he really spoken at the oracles,
Then, a hard-liner he is?
Days are dead & the dead have fled;
In the city of Rome roam cowards!
There remains none to defy the deaf pigs;
The cities breed thugs & hooligans:
Those masters of ignorance & arrogance –
Had he really spoken at the oracles,
Then, a hard-liner he is?
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