Everywhere is not like home
Sorrow, sickness, fever
Have you eaten yet. What is missing
Never heard of it like this
It's good that I have loved ones who care and ask
Everyday, have you eaten yet. How are you
Why we decided to come here out of concern
But why is it so empty
I can work. Never give up
But today seems to be disappointing
With what I have seen all around us
What is encouraging now is my loving wife.
Dumbfounding world,
How easy it is for
Some domestic women
who know to cook
well to steal the hearts
of their bosses
When their beautiful wives
don't know how to cook
some delicious foods.
Dumbfounding World,
How easy it is for some
garden boys to steal the hearts
of their madames
when their husbands
do not satisfy them
on their matrimonial beds.
Dumbfounding World,
How difficult can be for
a God fearing male bodyguard
To accept a proposal of his madam
When she wants to have a baby with him.
September 11/2023
Weird facts that make
some people question life.
" hurting truths "
Many people are victims,
Reality of the World.
A real dumbfounding beauty
But there her fault lies:
The Fuel igniting The Haughty.
Once ready her victim cries;
The Sour she takes for The Fruity,
However careful Correction tries
And prolonged praises for The Naughty,
Even as irrecoverable time flies!
A hell of A Staggering Beauty
But her enemies are more than forty,
All praying that earthly beauty die
With answer for those who ask “why”
Die! Earthly Beauty do
On your death-bed just You!
Very few remember to giggle
And their waists wriggle,
When they should’ve been hissing
Over The Unhappily Missing:
Very few with their fingers still describing Victory,
In dumbfounding defiance of a frustrated history…
Warranting deafening bangs on a table
Of one badly wanting ‘The stable’.
Thinking have I been of Endurance,
That to a sufferer is some assurance,
That he shall later his big dreams witness
And testify to The Lord’s Goodness!
Picturing have I been a Labour Room
With expectant mothers envisioning doom…
They must themselves arm with Endurance,
If they are to win the waiting punishment
Fulfilling smiles flashing of this assurance
To clean come out, not a slight impairment.
Asthma
A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air,
The shortest of unsure breaths drawing,
The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing;
A judging of the whole affair unfair.
My trachea thinking of its resignation letter,
Worsening the picture of Seeker of the Better;
My two lungs scheming to lock up their shop,
Evidently not touched that a life might drop!
A straight cash payment for my casket witnessing,
The quickest arrival of any inhaler pressing
To like a monkey grab it
And just remember not to like a buffoon actuate it.
It has been an army of surest triggers
Of the asthmas of Gents and s
Between the Extremely Cold and the Awfully Hot,
The Chokingly Dusty and bad smells we’ve got,
The Painfully Annoying and the Helplessly Funny;
The Unhelpfully Laborious or tasks perfectly thorny
Yep, all extremities
Lacking in niceties
That should a doctor lift off his feet
To quell The Respiratory Rebellion – a feat
"The body, like the oak, is bent and gnarled,
The shallow-rooted mind is overthrown,
When we are near the evening of the world."
---From, 'Runes for an Old Believer", by Rolfe Humphries
Facebook post: "Respect your elders!"
My mind may not be now
as nimble as once it was,
and although I might see all
with jaundiced sight, not fresh,
not new, my mood is mostly
cool and quite calm.
--- Until, that is,
some brash provocateur
begins to essay an attack,
thinking to erase the marks
my words have made and to
overwrite them with his own.
I care not very much that he
with logic may displace my niche,
nor cleverly might mock me.
But to disparage Age in dotage,
with vile invectives, is doltish,
brutish and dumbfounding.
My sweetest comfort is
to have no doubt that he
(nor others of his ilk) will
never see how ineffectual
must be this mild complaint.
Who are you?
today I breathe you
into my nostrils
into my blood stream
into my body
into my being
and I do not understand
at all
yesterday
no more than a breath
now from that alone
a whirlwind
roaring, ascending
breaking time and space
creating place
out of the void
and there is you
dumbfounding me
do I know you?
when there is nothing
then there is something
and still to come
there is the matter
of exhalation
~
Honeymoon with history was over.
A two headed snake was sitting on a coin
of leather in grass. Blue tongued
jewel was going to serve the enormity
of destination. Disquietingly, decomposed
relics were coming out of the rubble. Coil
of thoughts becomes a vector of violence.
Cobwebs of increased blood supply to
malignant battle. You die in your own
vision. The awns of oblivion pierce the
wings of dumbfounding words. Offering
shows the fear unlimited. Prices
crash in a meltdown. Poverty holds you
in doorway. Feathers understand the boundary.
A flock of sheep was butchered by a wild beast.
SATISH VERMA
nothing
happened
today
but
should
expect
it?
Lousy thoughts of a bored mind sitting on a empty chest listening to a hollow motor.
I want to be sedated; the song is playing the tune but the actual meaning is willing full.
Kkkk: the sound on my tongue smacking against the roof of my mouth...it wants a playmate...
Every day feels the same, the same fills every day.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bouncing ruins!
Adhesive stench!
Dumbfounding amnesia!
Dill filly should I just finger my brain(just as my body) to enjoy self effortless bliss?
Running around and stripping my clothes, so I could just bend over like a cat in heat.
Eating away at my skin, that has become dull and unappetizing even to my lingering eyes.
Avalanches are made by just the right amount of sound...
May I scream, so something of my unintellectual interest could come prowling in to entice me.
I
f
e
l
l
into the emptiness within my skull
and started dulling.
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