Being older than I once was, inevitably places have changed,
yet where I was born now looks like an alien city to me,
it’s now a tourist destination for the ever rootless.
Back then people were dangerous yet much kinder.
Now here in my corner of no-place-much, faces
float in and out speaking a language that means less to me
the more I hear it.
We once carried books around, we loaded cars and pushbikes
with travel books and the poetry of adventurers.
We once dared to be piratical.
Of course the young were always dumb, and the more educated
they got the dumber we all got. The old have
always talked like this, our handbrakes are looser,
thoughts slip backwards downhill, yet we must speak
occasionally about the puerile encroachments
the cheapening of what was once hard won.
The land I now inhabit gave me a passport, and an address.
I recognize sometimes who I was and where I went,
however only in antiquarian maps once crossed.
Maybe I am too young to forget, it will probably get
better as I age. Besides vapid banality
tends to grow on you bit by bit.
Categories:
encroachments, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Indian Elephants are listed as, endangered
They are a cultural icon, in India and throughout Asia
traveling migratory routes, while eating grasses, bark, leaves and roots
to maintain the integrity of their habitat, that gives them prosperity
Indian Elephants, spend up to 19 hours feeding a day
with a production of about, 220 pounds of dun per day
traveling 125 square miles, spreading seeds that germinate
as this is what Mother Nature needs, is for them to migrate
Humans greed their land, because of increasing populations
and it forces elephants, to seek alternative food solutions
It splits their groups, so they can’t herd with other troops
on their ancient home, because humans have built a dome
There are protected areas, that have illegal encroachments
as they clear forests, for roads and human developments
Poaching doesn’t help, as tusks only grow on male elephants
and the middle-class fuel the demand, for the black-market
Categories:
encroachments, animal, beautiful, earth, education,
Form: Rhyme
Savage beatings
Not within reason
Rioting police lines
Violence is in season
A city gets divided
Teens called this time
A purge filled with crime
Words by a mayor
Incited Civil unrest
Mass panic attacks
While patience is put
To the ultimate test
Encroachments at its best
Why are we waiting
When even the mayor
Wont stop complaining
National guard called
A state of emergency
An entire city is walled
Are all among the headlines
I can remember when
People used to morn
Whenever someone had died
Where are we going
What are we doing
Such ignorance and
disobedience ensuing
America is losing
This is what happens
When misunderstanding
And lack of knowledge
Meets deliberate provocation
Chaos like thunder
Tearing asunder
Most people in wonder
The others are running
It's Bad timing
And Who's lying
Everyones wrong
When people are dying
Children are crying
Parents subsided
If we can't stand together
Then why bother trying.
Categories:
encroachments, america, community, confusion, corruption,
Form: Free verse
The slow caressing night
A splash of night lotion
Crumpled bed sheet
An unending novel of love and anguish
The distant rumble of a train
Ever-echoing hills and their mystic caves
The terrains of age-old fleeting life
A sudden lightning and the blinding darkness thereafter
The eternally seething inferno
Satan’s serpentine encroachments
Intermittent showers drenching hoary trees
The sudden scourge of a flash flood
You stare at darkness’ face, its ambiguous
Strategy of preying upon you, or
Turning you into a predator yourself
Categories:
encroachments, loneliness, metaphor, mystery,
Form: Free verse