Hypocrite
His sayings in north
Empty mind
Dirty heart
His deeds in the so deep south
He keep going on....
Is the feather touch of a fast flying bird eternal?
Does a tinge of tap of a butterfly turn love-journal?
Feelings fluttering like passersby do not come to stay,
Feel it with a pinch of salt and walk away, anyway...!
Though the gentle breeze of the seashore has warmth much to give,
Does it, like a constant companion, come with you to live?
My sentiments are often like my tea cup and my lip,
They have iffy brushing and pressing only when I sip...!
Passion and compassion has abruptly drawn out restraints,
Can't I, when you occupy my private space, have complaints?
If you, in the name of love enter in heart and break it,
Do you think, for your skin deep love I will myself submit...?
Love is love, finally. There is no alternative truth,
Should I, for the sake of your lies trust all that is uncouth?
Bye, bye, my deceiver and dissembler, my hypocrite!
Let us, like the train-tracks , move forward, though not split or slit...!!!
15 June 2023
What's Love Got to Do with It - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
Once upon a time an esoteric rhyme
poked through space-time into the sublime
Conjured by a reclusive alchemist
and a phenomenal fabulist
Then there was the hairy apothecary
in cahoots with the counterrevolutionary
Simultaneously exhorting the masses
To disrupt and unify the classes
All while the medicine man full of adrenaline
Examines a frightened specimen
A shaman's apprentice not ready for the rites
Given to all witch doctor neophytes
Back to the prose invoked by the magus
and the prevaricator of the ages
Such a set of verses was forever hidden
The threat of these curses was ever forbidden