When you put on your coat
and light a smoke
on the front stoop, December
gusts tear into you. But
that drag rides all the way
down as you shut your lids.
A hat like your dad
wore when he thrummed
his bass at the clubs, skitters
down the street, no one
to chase and bring it back.
For the first time you notice
a distant train bellowing
like a bull past consolation.
A man in his 20’s wanders
under a streetlamp, snuffling
now unmistakable. You offer
your handkerchief
but the wind is fierce
and deafening. The night enfolds
him like an endless black
curtain. You barely make
out the whimper you follow
for blocks, until you find
a spaniel too afflicted
to stand. Why is tonight
different? Saturday or Wednesday
you’d have returned home.
But now, at 10:37, something
rough bruises your chest.
You remove your jacket
and wrap him delicately, singing
in a whisper. You bend
to kiss his sloppy snout.
Now something turns
your bones to light.
Destitute, O destiny?
Thinning at the ranks?
Doubtful, thy delivery.
Whom to give our thanks?
Riddle red run roundabout?
Automaton, flee!
Rhyme, ravine, regime, rot, rout!
Blessed, blackout, be...
Unity of message?
And what would be the point?
Straits, afford the passage?
O yellow priest, anoint...
Teeth, open in serried row!
Faces, peer in deep!
Broken is the golden bow?
O my masters, weep!
Weakness in the belly?
There's always lots of that.
Predators, hie to hell. He!
Nameless names from hat...
Ocean water, rush in quick...
Break the candlestick.
Light the match, ignore the wick.
Give the end a flick.
Burst upon the basement?
O slaughterhouse, succor.
Evil case of easement?
Weathervane, point to war.
receding plumage
hope has gently walked away
declining prowess
March 28, 2023.
In wild vanity your curiosity hunts
What no greedy archer ever shot;
And pining under unrequited labor,
You’ll condemn your inclement lot.
In ceaseless tilling your brow
Shall toil endlessly under sun,
Till no sweat sits on your skin;
And return with no medal won.
For your parsimonious hand
Withholds the destitute's alms;
Making poor riffraff folks curse
The sting of your stingy palms.
Kindest Heaven's warning counsel
Patient gracious amnesty supplies;
Now open those hoarding stores,
And heed the unfortunate's cries.
A half hour ago they were eight,
For the attention of Adult Males Fighting;
Now, it is worrisomely late,
And not a credible single sighting!
No compromises with the venereal disease-parading,
As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading …
But the clearly-bent-by-age,
Are as clearly out of it:
If one should with The Wizened open a page
One is in Satan’s personally dug pit
It not being all about receipt of asked bills,
But also about a man not supported with staff,
For no real Eve barricades herself from thrills,
Many going for it, not by a half …
Not quite the hour to start freeing tears
But some moment to entertain normal fears;
Customer – Starved Prostitutes,
Bent on not being mixed up with Destitute!
Jealousy turns to rage that we bottle up inside
Where the demons are at work punishing you for all of your lies
I can say I told you so or that I knew that this was coming
And I even tried to convince myself intuition wasn't cunning
I'm just as foolish going along with it as they say sh I t comes in pairs
So why elect to circumvent a task then blame me why should I care?
I've been through way too much to fall for this it's not a game just a season
You drive me crazy go away you imp, you humonculus, just go away you demons!
Once middle class
Shredding away the 401K
Destitution looms
The life like the monthly expenditure note book
The loss pass all hurting heart like the expenses
And the happiness as like the some share markets
Buy and sell people demands like money exchange
08/06/2020 Chattoragm
Translated poem: Original Soudipto dey, member of www poetrysoup com
In the darkest final hours,
I began to write
And my words once spoken new
from scattered ashes light the sky
To begin and end each day
caught up in beauty’s distant wake
All loneliness filled by pages lined
with happiness and joy
My fate betrothed, once mistress
scorned
—a lover more than wife
Whose vision so much sharper,
her dissection cuts through bone
To slay the muted dragon’s fire
in present tense delight
Beyond all past and future clouds
above the darkening storm
To mate each breath and gifted word
that heaven sends unwed
Never destitute in blessings shown
—or in things I wish I’d said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Everywhere she goes the grass is greener
And all the time I doze in my misdemeanor
Her eyes can make the sun come out
And I have fun just wandering about
When the sky is dark and the ground all mucky
She lays on the ground as if she's lucky
In spite of all my meaningless fear
She can make it all but adhere
There in the unknown am I
And she steps in without the bat of an eye
In the midst of the end
She can make all the bad disappear
Loneliness is nothing when I am with her
For she is absolute and sure
But dependency can only get one so far
And it is toxic to what we are
When she is gone
I am nothing
For united we stand
Divided I fall
In the darkest final hours,
I began to write
And my words now spoken new
from scattered ashes light the sky
To begin and end each day
caught up in beauty’s distant wake
All loneliness filled by pages lined
with happiness and joy
My fate betrothed, once mistress
scorned
—a lover more than wife
Whose vision so much sharper,
her dissection cuts through bone
To slay the muted dragon’s fire
in present elocution
Beyond all past and future clouds
above the darkening storm
To live each breath and gifted word
that heaven sends pristine
Never destitute in blessings shown
—or in things I wish I’d said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
For you,
Roses are honoring gesture;
Enjoy commemoration of past;
But don't realize,
You secede me from my family twig;
The pain I endure when you pluck;
We are pair of roses,
Weep watching own death,
Waning beauty,
Disappearing odour;
We are affeluant,
Strew odour and beauty,
Make ambiance pleasant,
When we are intact in parent plant;
© Sadashivan Nair
Mom, why did you bear me?
And dad, why did you seed?
Is this all to display,
Your violent relationship,
Quarrel together for silly things;
Why you pulverize own frutex,
Under steps of your egotistic feet;
Is this all to teach me,
Life I need to live;
When I came from womb,
World was amiable winsome;
You cohered me to your chest,
Could see,
Tears of love in your eyes;
Dad's lips too,
Glowed in exhilaration;
Could feel his impatience,
To take me in his arms;
Why have you changed?
Both swelled head,
Ignore me in your strife;
Your relation pains my heart,
Gives feeling am losing you both;
© Sadashivan Nair
Whithered Face Of An Destitute
His innocent and withered face
was a melancholic story of a destitute
who never relished his childhood
nor did he ever go to any institute
Calm and cool were his gestures
and face was dirty but very cute
curious were his broken black eyes
that looked very silent and mute
His father was drunken and died
exists no law for them to rectitute
to feed bereaved and devoid family
destiny forced mother to be a prostitute
many laws were framed by human society
but no law for them we could constitute
to make this languid face smile again
society has sympathy only to contribute
dreams of this homeless face come true
some actions' society needs to execute
he doesn't demand any moon or star and
this noble cause can't have any dispute
Alas when such a sere face die of hunger
every society feels proud to pay tribute
then pray to god for his heavenly abode
and start murmuring who was this destitute
(By Kishan Negi)
Contrary to the forlorn attitude,
Thrive for the bliss of solitude,
The vulnerable gets incapacitated,
Keep spark of optimism inside alive !
Helpless gets sturdy, will not mentally die,
Heaps of benevolence, keeps living a lie,
Struggles till the woes get precipitated,
Spark of hope always burns alive !
Languishing tribulations seem incumbent,
A muscular man declared impotent,
Munificent heart asthenic and debilitated,
Spark of hope still stays alive !
Miseries are vaporous, only if comprehend,
Toreador if be, will turn vilipend,
Embrace potvaliancy, rather remain paralysed,
Must keep spark of hope alive !
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