Cranky Tweety™ hails
X® mad-chats blancho drizzles
High Court drains the fifth
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Notes:
" . . . sun's so hot I forgot to go home, guess I'll have to go now". - James Taylor - "Mexico"
[ Good guess Cracka Jimmy ]
At dusk when my shadows quit me,
That’s when hundred arrows hit me.
So far some faceless folks fooled me,
My own close to heart now cheat me.
A feeling heart hails thee, my friend,
Come heart to heart, why audit me?
Come, pry unto my nightlong dreams,
Thence, for what I say credit me.
Dawn dawns, if dream deprived I wake,
Daylong your reveries greet me.
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Ghazal |18.07.2025| dream, passion, sleep,
bright-lit Lughnasadh
hails grain crops at the ready
Lugh and Danu join
in harvest celebration
gratitude is genuine
Late November,
and lonely resonance of harmattan
salutes this solitude.
A weaverbird's contralto, in one
gale-sweep, lays bare the lower balustrade
of a maisonette,
and the romance of the last seasons
shoots the long throat of the clarinet...
O'classicals, on wings
ye come;
leaf cusps and petal ears —
classicals, swearing oaths of
mellifluous assembly...
Calm rhythms hasten to the
ears of Beethoven —
summon him for a serenade,
lest the dark shelter of a
decrepit day strips this solitude.
Anodyne hisses among
this hidden threshold,
curing and healing the weakness of
Clepoatra's hair, dampened with
the venom of haters of vanity.
Classicals,
rid us now of this grief of mundane
dances...
Even in death, Stravinsky hails solitude
on notes of the keys.
From the clarinet,
the bimetallism of barter —
the platitude of life and death
(symbiosis of percussions)
epitaph to the aftermath of
inveterate tradition —
now and forever...
And the clarinet looms.
Rather than talking to walls -
I talk to the universe
Which talks back.
The Milky Way hails -
The stars wink endlessly -
The planets - they enchant -
And if my ears are sharp -
I might hear steadfastly
The drum of time
In sync with my heart -
The crickets and the owls
As one rhyme.
Native Americans call me 'Paleface'
'Roundeye' say the Chinese race
to a Scot I'm a 'Sassenach' 'Boyo' to those in Wales
altho' a 'Limey' in New York
I answer to none such hails
once a 'Gweilo' in Hong Kong Down Under was a 'Pom'
you may give a dog a bad name (and/or a bone)
he may even be your (best) 'Pal' don't think me fuddy-duddy
for what's more I have my limits and I'm not your (good) 'Buddy'
then a 'Rooinek' 'round Cape Town
'Farangi' was I in Dubai
and tho' no English rose was a 'Bloke' when there
as originally from Kenya when owned by Blighty
in some parts of the U.S.A. I'm now called 'Whitey'
'Haole' in Hawaii that's me and 'Gringo'
down south in Mexico
seems I'm all things to all men a man of many hats
altho' no they know me not
whether saint or sinner
you may call me what you will
but just not late for dinner
haiku 12 : crescendo
beloved adorn
skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure
horn hails emptiness
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Let’s imitate we share it
The plan to make ends meet
Negotiating fairly
Things we don’t really need
But let’s get rid of “we”
For someone’s lofty goals
Aren’t relevant to me
And different from yours
Let’s set the sail to find
At least a metaphor
That hails a peace of mind
As it was long before
In period of time
When that Picasso’s dove
Saved lives of you and I
When peace was rhyme for love.
We worshiped Gods,
The fields destroyed,
By the monkies,
All the crops are davastated,
By the pigs, peacocks,
And We worshiped Gods,
Wheat standing in the fields,
Thrasted by the hails and rain,
In few seconds,
And We worshiped Gods,
Insects, rats nimbled the maze,
Graineries have run out of,
Children demand food,
And We worshiped Gods,
The spotlight flashes with a funny flair
on the sagged dress of a meek man on stage.
A miniature crimson cold sun shines stuck
on his puckered porcelain face of forced smile.
An animated caricature captured
in the frame of a comical frail figure,
tramps in inertia round and round
the circus arena to amuse awhile.
The sprightly body swivels in reflex
with the flexed shuffle of acrobatics,
as the sleight of supple hands performs
the perfect act of jugglery.
The labored buffoonery performed
by the funny fragile clown of lost soul,
falls flat as flakes of stale joke
on the silent spectators.
Before the neon lights go out
in the last show and the curtain falls,
the slapsticks peel slowly
the paint off his sweaty face.
The unmasked face trenches the trail of tears,
he has long shed un-noticed.
He leaves the stage singing a song,
the lyric written by his broken heart.
The uproar of laughter at long last
explodes with claps in the gallery.
The applause hails the clown,
left to live the comedy of hollow life.
Hail us as a devoted soldiers in camouflage,
see us march forward with a head held up high,
it's a choice we have made, we walk proudly;
we are going where many can't decide destiny:
shouldn't we consider ourselves lucky?
Only the brave ones protect liberty,
never losing their valiant spirit and courage:
young girls behind the police barricades sigh!
There are thousands of us holding weapons and flags:
who dares to challenge us: we're the strongest army,
we have pledged allegiance to our great country eternally;
some have deserted the camp: we stand behind trances!
Hails us as devoted soldiers in camouflage,
nothing scares us: don't we show invincibility?
Follow us to the warships as if it were a pilgrimage;
it's very sad to see them wave goodbye and cry!
Who fights for freedom doesn't fear enemies,
no flag will be taken down despite the threat;
it will wave steadily to incite fervor in us:
nightfall may dim our sight, not our grit!
Hillbilly VP JD Vance
Surely hails from bad circumstance
Though spruced up by Yale
He acts much too male
To hide the wee lance in his pants
Note: Many other misogynists share this issue (DT, EM, 19 year-old college drop out Rye Country Day School wimp "Big Balls", etc).
I'm proud to be born in April
feeling thrill
to share my birth date twenty third April
with Majestic persona William Shakespeare.
Also, Bengali Film Director Satyajit Ray
winning International fame in Film Industry
holds same birth date as mine.
Bengali New Year starts in April.
In childhood days,
Dad always bought me two new dresses in April
to wear one on Bengali New Year Day
and next on my Birth Day.
April is an Auspicious Month in my life.
Month April initiates
most exciting wonderful storm named
" Kal Baisakhi" after the name of
first month 'Baisakh'
of Bengali New Year.
The charming storm is enjoyable to
watch Nature's glamour with
joyful dance of leaves and branches
chased by strong storm along with
first cluster of grey and black clouds
assembled with loud thunderbolt.
First shower of Summer is poured
some times with hails.
It is a fun for children to run in rains
collecting little pieces of hail stones.
Still feeling nostalgic remembering childhood days.
Oh! My choked voice
Thundering bits of utterance
Flowing streams of strong desir
My heart pierced words
Ah! Ah! Comes my voice
Oh! My shackled voice
Free me from this prison
My bounded heart desire
Proclaim my enchanted words
Ah! Ah! Comes my song
Oh! Lift the joyful strain
I thirst for words untold
Barged with sweety distills
My tongue dice in pain
Ah! Ah! Comes the melody
Oh! I stands in his pavilion
Griddled with splendour of praise
Freely lay in his glittering arm
The hymns of angels delight
Ah! Ah! My victory conquered song
Oh! My chanting hallelujah
Hallelujah hails the angels
My silence shall sing divine
The king shall rise with gladness
Ah! Ah! My cheerful voice adore
Oh! How his kindness comfort
Justly claims a song for him
Immortal one unseen
Mysteries of his love unrevealed
Ah! Ah! Melodious songs of joy
Oh! This gift of mine
Behold this gift you gave
To sing your worship alone
Faithfully smear your rule to all
Ah! Ah! Revive my speech to sing for you
Twas the night before Christmas and on my TV
Netflix was trying to entertain me
I’d paid my subscription but what did I see
Movies I watched in Nineteen Eighty Three
*
There’s some that are newer but what would you think
The lips of the actors aren’t even in synch
And so when the actors get all touchy feely
The dialogue sounds like it might be Swahili
It takes me a while but I soon understand
The movie was made in a far away land
So that explains why the star talks like John Wayne
But looks like he hails from the Southwest of Spain
I try to recall how the subtitles work
I’m bashing the buttons like some kind of jerk
When I get it right the subtitles kick in
But then the screen fades out to leave the word…… ‘Fin’
My wife went to bed in a huff and I said
These foreign movies all mess with my head
Then Netflix suggestions include ‘East of Eden’
But I’m seeking films (with subtitles) from Sweden
Of course I just said that to shock you awake
Who looks at the subtitles for goodness sake
But this night before Christmas, I had no idea
What I found was no movie… just an ad for IKEA
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