In search of more vitamin D,
She stripped off her clothes by the sea.
But she looked rather rude,
Lying totally nude;
Upon which the jury agree.
So her summer was spent in a cell,
Where she didn’t tan very well.
For the sun through the bars
Left embarrassing scars
Of black and white stripes, sad to tell.
I am not the only one to survive
So I have to think of others
I try not to lose my temper
Think of people's plight
Think of people's deficiency
Think of people's hardship
Think of people's IQ
Think of people's expectation
Think of people's fate
The world has to take and give
The world is not only mine
The world is fair yo everyone
All rounders never exist
Above us is our God who cares
I believe
He will compensate us
In one way or another
Hi we wear
and cage
if we feel like peppered
if we ever awe by
worrying
if we ever contact
a cultivated mistress of excuses
and hardlucks
acids and gas are explosions
hey we may catch fire
if we will be remaining dim due to
a fatal fluke of one
we don't envy
because it kills or cracks love
who know may be
killing it at all
we don't despair
because it desicates and wilts
leaves and leaves them dry
nor live to suspect or mock
nor live to doubt or disgrace
nor envy the clouds
whose smile by virtue
is joy
we don't enjoin chagrin
because it doesn't reward minds
instead damn them
nor live by pretence
here and there
to mar and wear
oh! teachers fears
and poets and poets
for us is adjunct
to be saved from
becoming a new harbour of human immune deficiency virus.
Home, oh, sweet home
A godown for love
A full stop for a journey
A dustbin for your grief
A flower pot for your joy
A money - bag for your deficiency
And a pride for you to keep
Flexibility of my print
Instability of a firm objective
Enamored by the mood thus sent
Could not decree my soul deflective.
Preconception designed for illness,
Hovering circumstances fixed
Longing to make well the stillness
And discard this faithless bother immixed.
Considered informed so much as insightful
I credit deficiency to lonesomeness frightful.
Directly the detriment does dismount
Just as was envisioned
And I am earning my just case,
As is quite honestly provisioned.
Politics season
Sans rhyme and reason
Never-ending blitz
Constant News Network
Won’t give it a rest
Traffic today
Bumper stickers’
Noted absence
Relief, not grief
Excitement
Is absent
Root against
Trump chump
Hill pill
Lose.
3/22/16
The Deficiency
Recurring dream in a city landscape,
Streets between tall buildings are like mountains
No wild goat will climb.
I want to go home and feed my dog
But have lost my air-line ticket
And the taxi I took to get to the airport is lost
keeps running in darkening circles.
The face I knew is no longer mine
It was lost somewhere in strange lands where
I thought to find contentment
To escape my childhood, but the face I see in
The morning is of a sullen child
Which no longer cry and cannot smile; this
Old face is not mine, I can’t blame the dog.
It waits and waits and id
Old still remembering good words and cuddles
I stretched my hand through time
The dog understands my helplessness closes
Its eyes and sleep.
Guilt and Disappointment I could have done
Much better
What was given I rejected.
But once upon a time I danced the tango in
Argentina, long before the dog was born.
What else do we have
but what we can hold
in our own two hands?
Reticent whispers of honey
sprinkle on my chest
and I find that soughs
deplete the sweetness
burned into me.
In the palm, I hold
a blade of bluestem-
dancing, swirling,
wanting me to taste,
what she tastes,
when it rains.
I want some of that redolence.
I desire the sigh and suck
of a splitting cantaloupe
to wake me,
the seeds to carry
these lips to sing,
the juice to nurture,
and my words
penetrate the wind-
carrying love to every ocean.
If the honey reaches my tongue,
I will remember that
too much sweetness will keep you forever.
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