With the fragments of my abandon
she glued them in a cup
even so depreciated,
thus every day in this life
she embraces me... !
Categories:
depreciated, allegory, allusion, extended metaphor,
Form: Light Verse
Are you loving an ever-changing me?
Or are you loving an idea?
Or do you love what cannot be?
Or do you love in fear?
What is love?
You know a past, you struggle a present and know not a future
An invented word for proven worth
To be masters of old yet new an amateur
I have seen how the world change
I have seen how love don’t accord
I have seen how stubborn the world remain
How much shorter can a life afford?
The word love has depreciated
It’s no more then just a value of living
Because we are all dedicated
And tired of serving
Is there someone you hear?
A loving someone perhaps to be...
There was an idea
Can you yet love a changed me?
.................................
12/12/2019
Categories:
depreciated, love,
Form: Rhyme
Lead me home,
Away from these fires
And compromises of dreams inside,
Still existing, slowly deteriorating
Make no mention across
The boardroom desk of a
Yearning heart. Bad form.
Bloody up the forecast.
Wipe clean the plate
For the next green leathered occupier
To present their return on no investment.
Earnings after taxes, depreciated.
With composed discharge,
Diminish the minions.
Walk away from the policy
And procedure of souls seeking comfort
With tiny voices,
Terminate and restructure, build and repurpose
In a careful edit.
Blind copy coconspirators, then press send.
Feed the lion the monthly meat
And while he gorges, hunt for more.
Until you are served up.
Categories:
depreciated, perspective,
Form: Blank verse
From the back of a woman’s mind
A thought creeps, peeps and slips
Meandering through layers of blind rind
Summersaulting to scan sweeps
Teeming with spaces in vessels
Where the thought investigates
Which epistles and whistles
Blow hot in the vicinity of gates
Hermetically closed
Shut so tight
The thought wonders who disclosed
Innermost secrets to delight
Ears and eyes that
Pry with neither repose nor pause
In their flat
Moves designed with no gauze
In sight as the thought
Snaps to attention
Peering left and right although caught
Up in a distraction direction
That tells the thought the coast
Is clear to proceed
To a toast
For the feed and seed
Unbeloved
Unappreciated
In a myriad of pesky problems unsolved
In love lozenges emaciated and depreciated.
Categories:
depreciated, poems,
Form: Free verse
March against the rule of guns
March in favour of human life in tonnes
Inscribed in the Book of Life
Although lobbyists promote societal strife.
March against the insensitivity of politicians
Bought by lobbyists, propped up by machinegun magicians
Whose pockets swell with bucks to buy turncoats
Ingratiated and depreciated to wear shame coats.
March for students’ lives
Dignified by educational drives
Ordained from on high to run Uncle Sam’ economic wheels
Despite the passage for umpteenth time of pro-gun bills.
March for human lives with conscience
Although voting for gun control laws hurts your election chance
Diminished but not extinguished by pro-gun lobbyists
Who in anger would put your name on their black lists.
Categories:
depreciated, poems,
Form: Free verse
Today I felt My Last love
I was in the 19th of my life
All good still all alone
Depreciated of all the care love and care
I rose my head and stared
With the welcome winds she came
Sweetness of millions of roses
All starcted into that single moment
Like a dream she came
Blewing up my mind with her cold flames
My heart beats stopped
Unseen Marks of burns
Magic or what god knows
........Divine beauty she was.....
With a Sweet smile on
All my senses switched off
The Aura of cutness
As divine as an Angel
But as i open my eyes
two things surround me
tears,
And her empty frames
And now as i have lost it
..................She was , She is , She will be
..................Has to be my last love
..................A love with unwritten chapters
..................Gulity I am for this all
..................Under matured decisions to blame
..................Now I Miss 1st letter of each line of my last love
Categories:
depreciated, absence,
Form: Bio
Like a gold coin, never gilded,
I once was a valued asset,
In good currency, well traded;
But now with a down-sliding fate,
I’m but a loose change, rotated,
Rated below the face value,
Close to expiry and dated,
Whose pedigree’s no royal blue.
And what’s more, depreciated at
Value on a-written-down rate,
Yet, is not antique an asset?
Old is gold, no vain whim of pen,
And though facing an exit gate,
Not as if I’m a dung-hill hen!
_____________________________
Tongue-in-cheek | 01.07.2012, revised Sept 2022 | sonnets
Poet’s note: Getting old is a mixed feeling. Sometimes you feel great and enjoy the freedom you imagined and cherished for long when in thick of things, and at times you are down the dumps. These pulls and pressures between head and heart reflects in this tongue-in-cheek sonnet.
Categories:
depreciated, angst, remember, self,
Form: Sonnet
Write a poetry about a beggar
Tow hair - Heath Beard
Sludge - dirt covered ;
oh ! lord do not turn off face
open heart humanity eyes
throw coins if you have
Moreover, I am a beggar!
Write poetry about Scrap selective boys
A sege a while rice
Nest blown birds
sitted your mouth watered papers;
oh ! lord do not abuse
Tears coming into heart
rice to be fed
Moreover, I am a rag-selective boy ..!
Write poetry about the baby charity
Touch someone's satisfaction
depreciated my lechery of birth
Agape - affection deprived;
oh ! lord do not turn off face
to the heart of love
Give your liking
Moreover, I am charity boy .. I!
Write poetry about the slave
Not born in the wrong stomach
helpless is investment
Fight standing in front of the rich;
oh ! lord do not turn off your face
If the humanity of human beings, regardless of
give equality, If possible
moreover, I am a slave to God ..!
Write poetry witty poem,
teen-age about emotion
love sex - dreams package;
oh! Lord ….
do not encourage with me sound claps
give words to stable life
moreover, I am one of you ...!
-Ravi Murnad,INDIA
Categories:
depreciated, dedication, life, heart, heart,
Form: Classicism
It began at the top,
Slowly ,steadily and truly,quite not perceptibly,
The depreciation in matter,
Human matter at that,
Does it with all,age spares none,
Bones,muscles,blood,veins,arteries,parts,
All weaken and function less,
But can you weaken the bond,
Mental,emotional and love bonds,
That got hinged to one and all in family,
And immediate society at large,
It happened with me one day,
That my mother depreciated real bad,
The day she collapsed,
Physical I could explain,
But mental and emotional I could not,
The root had shrunk to dust,
But the offshoot was now a full tree,
Going to its own death.
Categories:
depreciated, mother,
Form: Free verse