Crying comes when I turn tender
for framed faces under glass caress-cleaned
while whimsical mind measures
shift sadly towards lonely longings
heart held for family.
Tears task their deaths to my well worth
with woeful sobs drowning grown grip.
You've got your head in the clouds
While back down here on the ground
A snowstorm descended your way
Now blind and lost in the crowd
Because your mind is endowed
With flurries that won't go away
Chorus:
Well, you've been spellbound
You're lost cuz you found
A reason to hide from the day
And when the wind blows
And it powders your nose
I guess there's not much left to say
Second verse:
Sky-high with stars in his eyes
The full moon soon on the rise
The Wolfman has come out to play
All night he sharpens his claws
But, in the morning he crawls
And hides from his life turning gray
Second chorus:
Yes, he's been spellbound
He's lost cuz he found
A reason to hide from the day
And when the wind blows
It still powders his nose
I guess there's not much left to say
Is life but an illusion,
While walking on the earth?
Is the path we walk a garden
imagined from one's birth?
Alive, busy and breathing,
With so much work to do...
Soon passing to eternity,
Vapors vanquished in the
Sunrise,
Passed away like morning dew.
.................................................................................................................................................................................
GOD'S ONE FINE DAY
Where be God's grace
On this fine day
As you passed by
I heard you say
Hid, mourning lace
Your face within
Bustles black
A raven's wing
Satin soft
Your whispered talk
So not to wake
The dead, you walk
Through your glove
You spin your ring
Another day
Remembering
Horses white
Ribbons tied
Braided manes
You rode beside
Dames and doves
Filled glade and sky
An altar made
Time brushed aside
One wish bade
One wish would I
Lift your veil
Once more my bride
Come, lets walk
This prison's gate
I bid you leave
Here, I must wait
Wonder, walk
By stone and grave
They who share
My ghostly fate
When Sunday chimes
Your sweet bouquet
A rose, you'll lie
Now where I lay
You'll lie beside
And so I'll wake
Until, I'll bide
God's one fine day
He built his life with calloused hands,
In sawdust, cedar, pine and oak,
A man who measured where he stood,
And meant each honest word he spoke.
He didn't bend to suit the room,
Or soften truths to make them sweet—
He told you straight, exactly how
The world was laid out at your feet.
A godly man of stubborn faith,
Unshaken as a mountain side,
Who loved his family fierce and deep
With quiet, unpretentious pride.
At evenings end, he'd settle in
To watch the western trail untether,
Where cowboys rode beneath the blue
And weathered every storm together.
And when the screen grew soft and sweet,
And romance bloomed–as love will do–
He'd crack a smile and state the fact:
"Oh, he got the tulips."
Now heaven's shop has open doors,
And red spring blooms along the fence,
Where honest trade and plain-spoken truth
Make perfect, everlasting sense.
Rest easy, Papa. You finished the build,
You kept the faith, and you left us with a lifetime of love and laughter to hold onto.
My heart's at half-mast for dear Molly McGee
Who was drawn and quartered and buried at sea
They thought her a temptress, known only to me
Convicted of mischief and skulduggery
So, I dropped to my knees and prayed to the Lord
Tho, devout as I was, my prayers were ignored
I bowed to the Captain, I begged and implored
But watched my dear Molly, get dumped overboard
Then I shouted her name and jumped in the sea
And followed the body of Molly McGee
Two lovers united, where hearts can be free
Our souls are now mingled, my Molly and me
Some say it is in the clouds above,
is it?
Some say it is in a far off place,
is it?
Does anyone really know?
Yes, just a few,
the ones who have died and then came back.
Do we believe their stories?
Their stories may seem wild to us,
wild because we have not yet been there.
We now live the the world of life,
death will come soon enough.
The question comes back to,
What Is The Distance Between Here and Eternity?
For now we can only guess at the answer,
one day we will see the answer.
METRONOME
The Arctic winds blew
The bitter cold slew
High in the sky
The birds of prey flew
The Heavens reached down
Wings, white as whey
We gathered around
The metronome played
We walked in the clouds
We died where we lay
Still begging for bread
Hands frozen, we prayed
The pendulum swung
The traitors, hung, swayed
We gathered around
The metronome played
Before the sun rose
We crawled and we cleaved
The flesh under snows
We ate, so we breathed
The sirens, slow wailed
The traitors, shot, brayed
We gathered around
The metronome played
872 days of cold, hunger & death was the siege of Leningrad. When the radio was not playing patriotic music to boost the morale of the citizens, it broadcast the beat of a metronome ... The faster the beat, the more imminent an attack.
End of ‘nother day
sunset’s latern fades,
in it’s dying light
I see the fading
in your dying eyes
as you bid farewell.
Life oh Life
Life, oh life, who knows what you truly desire?
We are travelers on your path—then who can make us cry?
In the longing to smile, we lost our lives.
When you came close, we found ourselves in everyone.
With love,
Jagdish Bajantri
26 sep 2026
cellar door afar
cellar door ajar
amber discovered
candle uncovered
cellar door afar
cellar door ajar
candlelight covered
amber light hovered
cellar door afar
cellar door ajar
amber light covered
candle smoke hovered
If I die young,
bury me in satin —
lay me down gentle,
on a bed of roses.
Let the river take me,
but send me away
with the words of a love song.
When the world reminds you of me,
write me a poem.
Not just any poem,
a love poem —
one that keeps me close, even after.
The leaders of some countries
lie and deny the genocide
perpetrated by their military
despite the evidence being bona fide
yet those disliked
they don't even know
but want to annihilate
as a dangerous foe
unfortunately it shows
when he goes on the warpath
with ethnic cleansing
it's only the victims who take a bath
Shoe leather sidewalks
Shadow cast skywalks
Hosts a bevy of ghosts
The long summer heat
Torch blue collar feet
Soles roasting coast to coast
Gothic museums
Gold colosseums
Unsheathes the royal wreaths
Flotsam and Jetsam
Worn Skechers gets 'em
Souls bleeding in the weeds
Oh, how I’m longing to float to my death
Not e’er again heave sweet CO2 breaths
Each of us whirl with a dance all our own
Loosed by a mistral and heavenly-blown
All of our lives we’ve provisioned The One
Synthesized O2 with bright from the sun
Tasting the rainfall whene'er a cloud burst
Wetting our folds for the deep-rooted thirst
And now in the autumn endeavor the spring
Let loose our branches to dance and to sing
Trading our green for the shades of the sun
Zanzibar waits when our last waltz ... is done.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
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