I sweet seeds
Might they sprout
To harvest
Oh mercy me
To sprout and grow
Then of me
Who am submissive
Sayeth and speakest
Love
For a World to know
A jeweler sculps
In his creation
A piece adorned
To celebrate
Gownest me
You in tuxedo
To tell the world
We celebrate
Oh love defined
That none should
Wain or wonder
Ceromonious
As we
Bride and groom
Stake my claim
Love is the spell
We are under
To make it clear
For those who
Presume
Love be redefined
Oh ..mercy me
To procreate
Bride and groom
In love together
No I'll faded thoughts
For devilish persummes
They grew up together
But they never spoke
And never seen each other
Fate had her plans, though
Setting them up to meet
When they did it, it was in the library
Between the dust-covered shelves
Each wanted a particular book
Written by an author no one knows
And a title no one ever read
Two copies were dying on the shelf
Two copies, which got those two people talking
They smiled and shared a kiss before they left
They will never forget that book
Because it changed their lives
Precisely as Fate hoped it would
© Poem – III/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
The Ill-fated
after the bombing
dead children everywhere
like an exploding dollmaker's
factory
Tomato sauce and noodles
a parade of the inhuman
Presidents are helpless
their country is helpless
while they slept
all power lost
A chorus arises, and songs
drown in thunder
We are the masters
we were the chosen
Cumulus clouds
will ask we see and hear
doomed humanity
Shivering, we wait for
the last bomb to drop
start out sedated
when it had been ill fated
eradicated
Who so has whatso any,
O deem thou more than plenty,
Fair ‘tis enough fame to fetch,
No one has all of world bounty.
Does Pineapple plant flowers fetch?
Can Forest Flame fruit-bearing be?
Betel-leaf has fruits nor flowers,
Nature to no one all its grace showers.
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Translation |09.08.2024| free verse, fate, nature
The Sanskrit verse:
kasya api kah api atishayah asti
saha tena loke khyaati prayaati
na hi sarva-vidah tu sarve |
kim ketakee phalati
kim panasah su-pushpah
kim naagavallaya api cha pushpa-phalaih upetaa ||
As of our affinity,
we both attract and repel,
vibrations in boundless space,
shaping destiny.
And so it goes. Seated, contemplative. A sudden cacophony abiding. Many floods ebb then flow; good/bad. Memories distilled, truth distorts. Folly found fair ‘gainst fear flames fanned. Shame ignorance opened, book bound veracity logged. Guardrails bent, bowed, betray. Step, then step again, mindlessly tumbling ‘cross lifescape willy, tilting nilly. Ramble shambles consequences unvetted. Year strategy unfolds unscripted. And then once more. The chronological avalanche swift recall swipes quickly to next. Where I have been, never again, yet reminiscent, always. Trails erased and failed anew. Aging days no longer brighter, burning coals dim to ash till heat demise.
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erosion attitude
season’s grind edges away
saves stack each upon each
The clock has struck.
It's way too late.
There are no thoughts left to pollinate.
The planet warms.
They've sealed their fate with
fires and storms, wars and hate.
It's way too late.
It was a light of firefly
Ceases with break of day, but still in den and tunnel darkness outburst.
Outsketch of city I stayed, a poor and a distuted land.
Had to seek and applly for a job. But fate encroached me like weeds
I Never got selected even on mare watchman job.
My certificate now rot and worms feeds on it in my pouch.
I feel searching a living in haystack needle.
I daunt, and drown. Sorrowful enough, I go with my problem leaving siblings misery again.
Haggard, then I kowtow maybe happiness would pay me a visit.
But trouble shake my hands before I unfold them.
I'm so alone, drowning, dying but none come to my rescue
I cry without being heard, world slowly shut before me.
I close and open my eyes maybe to wake up from this dream
Only to realise its my real life
Fated to doom, I drown and suffocate to death.
Adopting the world
for what it is
The illusion orphaned
—death to begin
(Las Vegas: July, 2022)
© Francis Maugo
I knew the day we met
That we were intended to be.
I realized our destiny was set,
That you were the best one for me.
I didn't have any acquaintance with you.
I just knew your name.
I didn't know about what to do.
I didn't have the foggiest idea who to fault.
I realized I thought that you are alluring.
I could perceive that you were great.
The butterflies were so dynamic
That I was unable to reconsider.
All that I did that day
Didn't show you who I'm.
Each opportunity you came my direction
My heart started to slam.
My activities weren't normal.
My responses weren't genuine.
I felt so truly horrible,
In any case, my heart I didn't use.
I loved you when I saw your face,
Yet, perhaps it was the touch.
My heart had started to race.
I previously preferred you to an extreme.
I knew the day we met
That we were intended to be.
I realized our destiny was set
As companions, as darling .
The huntsman and his peregrine
Woods was all his belongings
The huntsman's only pride and his holy livelihood
Flew an injured peregrine to his land one evening
Her quill feathers perfumed of mountains and coastal
She was somebody or someone of a kind like peregrine species of grass
He beholds an earnest affection for this creature
Full of dotes well up inside her injuries and wounds
One dawn when sun rises and it's scorching rays erased everything into ashes ...
'His love for her
Her faith on him'
And the woods inscribed-
Her blood of despair
Her thirst for life
Her soul sheds tears miserably
But the huntsman owes no mercy to his once beloved peregrine
Pain was all
Pain is all
Pain shall be
Isn't this Pain, how can be composed of such tinsy four letters word
Isn't this Pain, more hungry and greed for massive depth inside the broken soul
Isn't this Pain, stands injustice to the medicine called painkillers doses
Isn't this Pain, a tryst with life each breathe and those wounds just spiced up again!
The huntsman or my beloved man;
His peregrine or I was his beloved (once)!
I knew that you were the one for me
Long before we'd ever met.
Although I'd seen you in my dreams
But hadn't met you here on earth yet
When we laid eyes upon each other
I think, right away, we both knew
That we would be together in love
And it would last our whole lives through
Together we are like a coin
Each of us has our own side
One side represents the groom
And the other represents the bride
We make a perfect team, ya know
I could talk about it at length
How each one of our weaknesses
Is the actually other ones strength
I fell so hard in love with you
And I fell oh so fast
I want to spend each day with you
From that day until my last.
I waited a long time for you
Before we actually dated
But us together was worth the wait
Our relationship was fated.
5/4/2020
Are you the latest one I’ve left alone,
heart Shanghaied—no goodbye
Are you wondering why as questions loom,
the answers high and dry
Were you sure you’d be the only one,
to wade misfortune’s tide
As that fated current pulled me back
—to drift again untied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
AN ILL FATED FOURSOME
There was once a giraffe called Flashy,
Had a girlfriend whose name was Sassy
In addition, had a mistress called Trashy
And the girlfriend, a lover called Splashy
They romped and played all of the day,
Not giving a care to criminals in their way,
For danger lurked whilst they just lay,
In a dreamy, erotic, sun drenched bed of hay.
Reality soon crept up on these randy four,
As predators came knocking at their door,
The pride of lions let out a delighted roar,
Licked their chops, a mess on the grassy floor!
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