Familiarity Poems

Because I Would Not Stop for Death: A Homage to Emily Dickinson

after Because I could not stop for Death, by Emily Dickinson

Because I would not stop for Death,
he kindly stopped for me.
A wilted bouquet in one hand—
a reminder of life's mortality.

We began to walk—he knew no haste—
side by side, as we always were.
In silence, no sympathies were spoken,
as he knew I often preferred.

We passed the house

Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head

Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head...
not just in time for Valentine's Day
but the remaining days of our lives
as the world turns
on all our children
the young and restless
now grown to womanhood

After being married
for nearly three and a half score years,
(our eldest daughter,
will celebrate her twenty ninth birthday
December 22, 2025,
hence you dear reader do

Fight the algorithms

Fight the algorithms
that tell us what to do,
to make us predictable,
unoriginal and bankable.

Have you witnessed how
increasingly bland and homogenous
our lives are becoming?

Choose freedom
avoid the diaries of commerce
that riff on the ubiquity of apps

resist the reductive tropes
of our published and circulated,
perspective customer identities.

Fight the algorithms
with their embedded back-lot
familiarity, built around class
and consumerism.

Try to understand the
vague, inscrutable

Familiarity

Familiarity

Familiar as an old book,
but priceless.
Worn and frayed like,
an ancient tome.
Pages bent and torn,
heavily perused.
Annotated musings scribbled
bring back memories.
The shininess, sexiness, luster,
crispness of new pages,
new cover long gone.

Marriage is like that old book.
Now used, worn and tattered,
but warmer, deeper, richer. 

Reunions

Nothing is new
Even me and you
All re-lived 
In time frames anew

Thread through this heart 
Tread to that soul
Weaved and walked
Million years ago

Warmth of that smile
Recalled by this being
Comfort and peace 
No one else could bring

Meet you again
Some day, somewhere;
Different face,
Same old gaze

Constantly Ephemeral

My vantage point is clear and true,
The scene below…….. it gives me pause.
I watch the waves roll to and fro,
	Constant and Ephemeral.

All around me, and in the distance,
Foliage, sand, rocks, sea and sky.
The motion that is so perpetual, yet
	Constantly Ephemeral.

Light and space, openness,
Distance, silence, isolation.
Tiny figures in a captured space,
	Constant and Ephemeral.

What is the plan,

A touch

It stood out to me - Gold
Against the brown, mocha skin of your neck
It brought out an essence of what might lie within 
What I saw was the warmth of your body radiating 
That my fingers didn't need to feel 
I couldn't stop from imagining if I did touch you
Would I recognize it 
Would it

pareidolia

Blue eyes and red hair  
I see you in everyone, everywhere
But I yet to find one who can compare
Flaws are subjective, I was too protective
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
I wish for another day that I could hold her

Consolation In Familiarity

Through warm and cold front sensations,
We've weathered many storms.
But the cessation of the sole connection
Left us bleak, laden with human forms.

The reverberating of chimes is so loud,
Reminds us of what we once had.
But now that we're lost in a sea of doubt,
I wondered if it was all just a fad.

We used to share everything.
Our thoughts,

Familiarity of Angst

Oh shall they be called human nature —
Wildlife in an essence of reality

Angst is every faces you see
Whether they'd smile, let them be

Angst is fear, fear shall it be
This occurrence is no strange 
Humans, they call us 

Think alone we are
No my dear
We share, emotions the same
Capacities different stake

Oh, familiarity in angst 
Never it is

Nirvana

It's cold embrace takes me
A gasp fills my lungs
The first time I've felt full
I understand clarity
It speaks purely in tongues
Mimicking the devil
A troubling familiarity

The burning ache
My body soothes
Ghostly hands take me softly
Nirvana I shall betake
I lie still in her grooves
Nirvana, I await

Fragility In Familiarity

sometimes the strangers
come as helper suddenly 
where known are doubtful
loyalty of dog- stronger 
where human avoids Savior

16.09.2020 Chattogram

One Day

I close my eyes
feel the sun on my face
hear the sounds of the sea
smell the cooking of Greek food
I lick my lips
all around the sounds of Greece
a language that is familiar to me
a smile on my face
But, it is only a dream
and I open my eyes
I see green fields
feel the sun on my face
hear the

Familiarity Can Breed Contempt

Having been on my own 
for the past ten years 
I suppose I am set in my ways
If I’ve no planned routine
at the start of each day
I just come and I go as I may

Awaking each morn just before dawn
I can go where my mood may take me
Disliking routine I meander free 
to come and

Whisper of Your Silence

Lonely I walk through the walls of crowds
Reach out but like shadows they don’t connect
Their eyes are vacant cold and empty

Ghostly people walk on by crossing my path
As I head back home in wonted despair 

Where I find solace in the whisper of your silence
I can always count on you
Your soothing presence tangible
Your embrace warm

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