A broken wing
in death’s chicane
Where pigeons fall
unending pain
A blinded flock
to circle down
As fangs await
both wolves and hounds
While far above
a falcon stalks
Vision prescient
it never balks
A broken wing
once clipped in fear
the raptors chase
—with canids near
(The New Room: October, 2023)
Lavish wicked exile
Florid amends futile
Beware o’ noxious veins
Fatal nature remains
Faultless lulling bell
Malign lethal quell
Belladonna most fair
Nary mercy to spare
Lavender-hued bane
Deceit assured reign
Hush now carnal lilt
Expiry nigh upon wilt
Ne’er partake blithe sip
Toxic upon mortal lip
Alas formidable jane
Elixir harbors chicane
Initiation led in an immoral way
in this era of Kali
carried in pain all around
in ruse and chicane.
Here plunder is organized freely
it has became a slaughterhouse
poison is flowing everywhere and
all are engaged in ruse.
All are violent in heart and mind
inhumanity takes place in run
in each corner of the world and
all they are playing with gun.
The river has become gloomy with blood
people are dying in violent hands
all are in grief and sorrow and
there is happy no one.
All the countries are engage in war
peoples are in trap of religion
there is nothing but cruelty and
the stigma covered the full moon.
Lust and delusion overwhelmed and
pollution are taking place in each mind
they has no compassion nor they are human
wherever I look, the monster is ruling on.
In form of incarnation of Vishnu
youth, come in force, come on
why are you so poor in soul today
why dwelling like prisoner at home?
I love the clean air, breathe the clean air,
I hunt the clean air in the race,
I want that distance between me and the field,
When they are all up for the chase,
Around the hairpin, through the chicane,
Stuck in the smallest tight fight in the groove,
And we all hop the kerb as we smoke up the tyres,
And we spin, twist and slide on the move,
Trying not to T-bone, not throw a belt,
Threading the car like a pin in top gear,
All cherishing the roar going down the main straight,
As the crowd all let out a cheer.
I love the power of the drums as cylinders dance,
I love the explosion of the wheel on the tar,
I love the thrill of the moment winning the race,
When I race everyone else in my car.
The DEA will this condemn:
Some pain sufferers take Kratom
Big pharma must reign
They'll rely on chicane
To keep addicts addicted to them
Author's Note: Kratom comes from a relative of the coffee plant. The active ingredient is mitragynine. While this substance acts as a pain killer, it appears much less addictive than the opiates supplied by big pharma. Thousands of people swear by it, and have used it to wean themselves off of more addictive drugs and alcohol. Research on mice has shown that at least mice do not become addicted to this substance. So, naturally, the next step is to ban it!! Do you suppose the drug companies had something to say to the regulators? Thanks uncle sam.
they were up there, on the stage,
" exotic dancers", the term they
gave; the tall one "Avalanche",
the shorter, "Aurora"
long black limbs , Aurora's, graceful
steps so Avalanche, her marble feet
pure snow
they intertwined and caught our men's
eyes, as we looked and fantasized of
being with one, or the other, (or both)
and the tepid rhythm rumbled on, from
speakers in the curtained roof, while mouths
dribbled and trousers moved, like stallions we
trampled hooved
and as the caravan of tempting lust, swung the
hip and charming bust, the distant sound of beer
and jar, chinkled from the busy bar
and down the mountain slope she came, Avalanche
a wild chicane, lit by Aurora's northern light,
G string gone and tassles free, thundered on
the mountain slope and sky,
and soon on trapeze across the room, over tables,
drinks, and cloudy hush, the twin nature's beauties
wearing only their bush, and below, the valley
the mountaineers, sweating in expectant gush
and when I trek among the peaks in dangerous
snow and coloured skies, I remember the twins,
one black one white, their avalanche and northern light
Untimed
Untamed
In the face of a thousand horsepower
Up rises the man of the hour
His passion peaked
His focus tweaked
Raw
Pure
He spins and loops
Whirlpools each lap
Egos over rev
An enchanted V-twelve
The archangel
Fallen to enthral
Thrusts his sword through my wall poster
In a chariot mounted a motor
The Red Baron
Supercharged to slay the dragon
A German craftsman
Piloting the air bending chicane
Driven around his own soundtrack
Blazing the chequered flag
Atop the podium
A mesmerised coliseum
A roar like an earthquake
A Danke!
A gold medallion to his bullion
Akin to Hamilton
A well formulated campaign
In a splash of champagne
A force of nature in his prime
Inspired in me
A shockwave like a tsunami
You beat the clock Schumi
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