You'll find no beans from heinz in my cupboard, i'll go for various brands as
The later heinz is quite tasteless oh
Brother.' And sister i'm a'tellin ya's now
When it comes to quality heinz for me
Is like really bad..And wow.! It makes
me almost speechless; that its gone so bad, once
It was a product, that made taste buds..
Well glad.? I'm not full of beans, from that
Firm at least.' Pleased to get that off of
My stomach and tonight i'll sleep in peace.'
Lately, it seems to be
there’s a dearth of poetry
on the site... else it's me
generalizing from scant experience
as I often do when feeling imperious
Accustomed to be the sunshine of the sun,
Attuned to catch up with all the fun,
Worn myself, all to gain love from trust,
While may this be true, it all is just nothing,
A piece of paper driven through handwriting
Is just a paper ash when let fire light it
Oh, I’m past all the tests,
I’m to perform and shine,
This may be true if
I wasn’t just a design,
Oh, never have I ever really aced,
Once by chance, never by fate
Little too young to understand
Truth’s alive that I slept through my life’s past,
In nights, there were wolves and haunting fears I’d have
With a ghostly sound, demons around, scary crowd
And silence pacing, trading, phasing in and out
As if I was meant for the longing out of dearth for a crown
Oh, I’m told, only
I shall do things perfectly,
Oh, not for me, only
For the ones I love fondly
Truth’s spirit lies in doubts over insecurity,
Anxious actions going tick, tick, tick…
With judging reactions burning my wick, wick, wick…
Trying was I to feel good for my life, life, life…
For my voice, body, soul, euphonic mind
Filled in with unforeseen rhymes, rhymes, rhymes.
Theres all so much and so less in me..
My eyes and my heart
are but reckless youth
Shouldnt you wonder for a moment
before burdening it so
Quite a lot of you
Weighs my dear heart,
down like an anchor
Shame that it Seldom grounds
What that is about you
The pondering is long and listless
The something that gnaws at my heart incessantly and
leaves it all cold and in peril
Oh to gather you
and all your colours and rhymes
Till forever ceases, if i could
The smile such of
the breeze
in summers harsh beating
It hurts, this malady of hearts
But you just walk by
And i,
Have tides ,
ebbing back and forth my chest
Waves of bliss bidding farewell
Id clutch and grasp at the migrant waters
Theyd slip right out,
drag me behind
for just a little stretch
Then leave,
no words for the orphan at the sands
You're out of arms reach,
Sweet sanctum of serenity,
An island that dwells in dreams
And our destiny is
of the twisted stars
and a frayed red twine...
What really makes patients gasp for air?
How far blaming poor oxygen’s fair?
Go right unto root’s core
And a ship comes to shore:
Hospital bills do have giant’s share.
Still deeper should ye pore,
Bleeding cause comes to fore:
Dearth of hope and death-wish of despair!
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Happenings |21.05.2021|
Poet’s note:
One might feel that a limerick form for a subject matter so serious like this is not quite appropriate. Maybe, but I feel: one should not under-estimate the reach of limericks, extended as this one is or not.
It is a moot question, how much our hospitals and hospices, especially private, care to do all that would sustain patients’ hope, and less said about their bills the better. In the absence of the lifeline of hope, the death-wish of despair sets in.
Your dearth made my eyes moisturize
Shroud me if you have no time to meet
My pulse has stopped by last evening
My body also will be cold soon
As the time doesn't remain same
Lets separate our ways
As we both needs it same
I'm a living abortion,
If there's a heaven, I can't find my portion,
The world is so cruel and cold,
Therefore, I set up my own heat and remain bold.
My life is a cap to the head,
And a prayer for the dead,
Sleep is the cousin of eternal death,
Therefore, I refused to die in dearth.
I'm the manifestation of a study,
Facing different devils but remained sturdy,
I can't speed for cocaine and weed,
The combination makes my heart bleed.
The society made me reject my destiny and devour my fate,
I'm making a living out of the nasty life they gave me before it's late,
Patience was a virtue but I wasn't used to waiting,
Therefore, I weaved my soul to a cause without baiting.
Death-strong! This scourge asphyxiating Earth;
Graves, flames, requiems and urns, these rites in dearth,
Corpses as sheaves, scythe trails bloodless casualties;
Time knells the toll and grimly mocks to pleas,
Shame born in guise of chaos for strong no more –
These pillars and halls until there be cure,
Lock-down! Proximity - The arch-enemy,
Scorn plays plaque, splitting lives in society.
Yet life now shows that all was a facade,
The fateful are as scared as the ill clad.
Caustic we as a cataclysmic raze -
Wrought warfare into love for human race,
Togetherness awakens the teeming throng,
Seven billion plus, we cannot be wrong.
Go Get Help!
Look no further!
Off you go!
Lot less dearther!
Accept me thus, I heard them say, "
Because I am lame
Crawling on earth and I am in
Dearth of legs ".
Ease my pain I beseech
Fame and riches I seek, to let my work and walk fix
Good for me, God loves me
Has he does to you men.
If I didn't help my dream
Jobless I would forever be
Keep me some time for good,
Lame me, leap you, life paints it look
Mind me to save,
Never let me away
Often I was lame, always I am tame
People drived me away, put me,
Queued me on a lonely way
Rather than help my aiming dream.
Show me the care, enough to rise me again
Turn ears to my humble cries
Uneasy lies me, I never want this
Vain comes my way, cos they say I'm lame
Weary but hoping to leave this lane
Xylophone has ceased to play
You, not a single like my name
Zephyr, being like you, could never ease the pain...
For I am lame.
I make a mockery of the chasm
I exult in my sarcastic enthusiasm
The space between us causes
A sweet reunion amidst the pauses
I feel a vicarious, carnal avidity
Awakening within me a certain lucidity,
An impetus to slake my yearning
To adorn my heart with your returning
Though I know that after I ignite
I will thus extinguish my appetite
I seek such concupiscent opulence
For this room's two occupants
Though I know this oasis is transitory
It's still such a silken and sumptuous story
Dear death
I'm sending my condolence to you
I'm telling you that it is enough
You took my brother
Now you took my son
I didn't want it to come this way but I am tired
Let talk about it men to men
Dont be proud of your cowardness
Death you coming to an end
I dont want to see you again
You did try me but I'm not scared of you
God is with me
I trust him
He is my friend
He squats the entire day,
extending his empty cup.
Cold sweat oozing from the pores
of his slack bristly white face,
yet he crouched spiritless,
hoping for kindness to tumble.
Desire split his dry lips,
but he stoops without a murmur,
parting the busy shoppers,
roaming up and down the Plaza.
He makes rhythm with his cup,
a somber rhythm that plunges into the ground.
People pass by in a rush and ignore his plea.
Without warning a weight, falls upon his head,
and he collapses to the ground.
His weary eyelids stop throbbing,
the sweat drys up ,
and mercy plunges desperately
into his cup, but poverty stares.
©2013 Christine Phillips
The Dearth of Bees
Spring, and pretty flowers have opened up, even those
that pretend they are not in a loving disposition.
Not many bees around anymore because of chemicals
farmers spray on crops many have gone metro and lost
interest, fly low over still water so they can admire their
flying skill, or sit on the sunny wall of my house full of
self admiration; some hang languidly around a honey jar.
The few that still take interest in beautiful flowers are
exhausted and drop dead long before the day is over.
Pretty flowers close petals over moist carpel and hope
for a better luck tomorrow.
The hour is late
I long to write
Thoughts are few
A long empty night
Over taxed mind
A writer's wage
My head is empty
On a yearning page
Perhaps, tomorrow
Gone, dearth of rhyme
As bard within
Urges spirits climb
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