I was scared, I was lost,
Abandonment turned my soul to frost.
I was hardened, life felt rough,
Yet I found a best friend in that anxious chuff.
I was healing, learning to settle,
But my overloving heart crushed that petal.
Immature care, unclear and deep,
Now I fake my laugh, alone I weep.
I miss it still, that friend is still on top of my hill,
I'm trying to start over the friendship drill
I hope i accomplish my friendship craft
Until then i have to walk the anxious path.
If it returns, I’ll guard it safe
Like my own grave.
Wonder why dearly creatives are really gruff
Ponder artists fright...why they're in a right huff
As if their plight wasn’t nearly hard enough
Now AI picks alright clearly nicks natives stuff
Copyright blight.. tight AI guys fight with trite guff
Won’t share …it’s unfair…don’t care..life’s tough
Your ”off the cuff”.. they lazily buff.. crazily turn to fluff
Like a stranger getting your lover or wife up the duff
Red hot bot rot danger is rife but still they will just bluff
Strife..this lot don’t give a jot ..another blot we must rebuff
Muster the puff to bust their bluster..off they trot..play rough
Stand tall..together they’ll fall..grab by their neck’s scruff
As sagacity…loquacity.. bodacity & veracity techs nab & snuff
Authentic becomes drab identikit wrecks..cultures these vultures scuff
These AI fingers lingers in everyone else’s pies…Nuff is a Nuff
Yep and I can hear in my ear.. dear old.. Brian Clough chuff
“That’s Bloody rubbish”
AI guys lies..snaffling then raffling is baffling…but surprise surprise in the buff…it’s total shruff!
Happy birthday, my dear friend
You really are the best
You're absolutely fabulous
Better than all the rest
Treat yourself on this auspicious day
Eat some Thai or fish and chips
Have a wine (have more than one)
Blob on the couch and watch Netflix
On no account do housework
Or other tedious stuff
On this day you are Number One
So kick them up the chuff
I wish for you a joyous year
May all your dreams come true
And all good things come your way
Thank you for being you!
There's a lady who's caused quite a kerfuff
Her lil "nawdy" rhymes made some blush and chuff
Might call the police!
Will that bring them peace?
They'll prolly just use her fur-lined handcuffs
Old trains fascinate me
They have character galore
I got a feeling of comfort
Once I stepped inside the door
The smell of the real leather
And the lovely suitcase racks
A very romantic setting
As a train rumbles down the tracks
It had a special feeling
As it went merrily along
And my head is reeling
Trying to remember the train song
The magical train song
That came from iron wheels
The song was only sung by trains
As they travelled dales and hills
It was choo choo,
Chug chug and chuff chuff
As we looked out of sash windows
The chimney stack would puff
Passengers on this train
Had compartments where they sat
Gentlemen used walking sticks
And ladies all wore hats
Children all sat quietly
They weren't allowed to speak
They all felt very lucky
To have this marvellous treat
It's been lovely talking to you
It's said that nothing ever lasts
This old romantic train
Has become a relic from the past
I kept those little pigs alive
to stall the beasty, pursed to huff,
while piglets fled and still survive.
They live immortal and contrive
the hungry masher to rebuff.
I kept those little pigs alive.
Their only goal was to deprive,
escaping sometimes in the buff,
the piglets fled and still survive.
My story told again to five,
while kiddies shivered at the chuff,
I kept those little pigs alive.
In rapt attention they arrive
to hear the tale, told off the cuff
of pigs who ran and still survive.
My sound effects resembled jive
as kids' excitement gathered fluff;
I kept those little pigs alive,
the ones who fled and still survive.
A hot tongue, voodooed soul.
Determined, a small and nameless bird.
My teeth, my teeth too shy for bones,
My words too old for stones.
My spine lights for batten eye,
a half-shoulder caramelling othercold.
Spit thick.
Mouths on your hands,
they go to party icing, they chew their meat,
Carry thin sticks.
Fishy minds swished in dishwaters
Spooned from each sea.
O, brainy Atlases.
How you hold your lumpy lints,
your tumbleweeds wet wares
of women sipping the night,
hair chewed as treegums.
I'm the night train.
Chuff-chuffing you away, my tender bump!
We leave a trail a sigh.
We feed the baby birdie beaks open wide
as we sail by.
We toss gold like rice and diamond,
puddled skipping pebbles.
But you,
you've made me a ring of brick.
You've made me a house
of the best styrofoam.
Pain Of Being Different
Is it my fault that nature received me weak?
Is it my crime that i wasn't fully branded as you're?
Why belittle me when i can stand tall?
Why jam my steps thinking that am abomination?
Why can't you let me feel happy as you're entertained?
Why do you hide me when your cronies knocks a visit?
It pains to be tied on chain of solitary!
It pains to be pushed and left in darkness!
It pains to swallow the facts you are ashamed of me,
Why spew me with disgust as if am chuff?
Why ponder me and thrash me as am no more?
Is this pain of being different?
Yes i think so, pain of being different.
A craven Raven
© rajat kanti chakrabarty
2014, 10 November
(This poem is dedicated to my friend Dorian Petersen Potter)
A craven Raven perched on a high bluff
My name is Alberto he said with chuff
Eagle Biggle eyed him well
His feathers began to swell
Cluff Cluff Cluff Cluff Biggle began to laugh
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