Lying dog-faced pony soldier*
Walz-ing for the cameras
As if you have the answers,
Young people are murdered
By men you swear to protect~
Say her name:
Jocelyn
Rachel
Laken
Kayla
Amber
Dayanara
Maria
Megan
Halley
How many more will die
While you are Walz-ing around
Protecting the sanctuary?
*Joe Biden said "you're a lying, dog-faced pony soldier" to a 21-year-old student, Madison Moore, during a campaign event in New Hampshire in February 2020.
For those of us who yearn to be free
Our last, best hope is Nikki Halley
All the folks in the district
Know that they should walks restrict
Or guards shall restrict their walks:
Make them suspend lengthened talks
Or with lengthened talk send down
To the valley of the town…
All the folks in the district
Like human lungs that constrict,
Because bronchitis is strict
And tormenting hour picked…
In an-too-strict district
No lips just funnily licked
No face with a funny streak
Or prison for a full week;
Legal redress to not seek
As lawyers have their harsh beak!
So, how like you such, free man!
Three months I’d live there and ran.
Tonight I reappear in my gleaming silver gown,
my neutrons fusing to glitter your little town,
a family reunion of stars dancing in Milky Way,
you'll see the Helix Nebula of Aquarius in silver array.
Celestial ballroom to brighten the dwarf planet you call,
poor Pluto in desolate black hole of sudden downfall.
The tiny planet no longer charms earthly creatures,
transient in eternal universe-- oblivious preachers.
The comet they've named Halley had told me long back,
exploding stars in supernova fulfill wishes--their knack.
Alas! We laugh but burn to make your planet glow,
until this loop circles to your Sun in Big Bang blow,
aloof from this sham I'll pour love as a sprinkling spinner;
Oh! Just so you know in Kuiper Belt, Pluto is a winner.
July 4, 2020
You are a star Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Life passed, within an eye’s blink, like a reflection of Narcissus on a death pool;
A lover of a hypnotic time, a withering away in the end. Fossilized glory of a fool.
Silence heard the river of words;the words listened to the sound of the fullest brim,
Moonlight dipped in the shades of sky, and that tasted more like the ego of a whim.
Premature death was marked in French. Followed by a friendly comment,
Pas de problème! All news will be good news on a single, special moment!
Verdicts take too long a time to fix typos when judges are getting ready to pray.
Life turns in full swing. Too late a moon to conceal the break-out of another day!
A toddler teaches a sound of a typo, in a solid sermon of preach.
A strict timeline to heed the call of a preferred way to the screech!
This pattern should surely follow the cosmos to greet back the comet, Halley.
The myth of a narcissus flower goes on; pining moments in a masterpiece of Dali.
Oh shooting star!
Burnt out bright across a sky
thier wonder in your light
a frozen trail of tears you leave behind
Their laughter at your sparks
I have felt your ash
You roam lost within the dark
I run to where you've crashed
I've ran so fast so far to where you are
Oh fickle little shooting star
And
Oh shooting star!
Burnt out lost within a sky
They all cheer
They cannot see you wave goodbye
Oh shooting star!
I sigh despite their smiles
for the further you have flown
I know the faster you will die
So fly
fly away shooting star
Love
Sky
OF EARTH AND SKY
Let my ashes skyward fly
Across milky clouds ephemeral
Always knowing here my heart lies.
Under willow and bough of oak
Cast in eternal slumber
But only for the physical cloak.
Shout no painful words afar,
Send chords of bacchanalia
To the lyrical stars.
Let peace be the cry
For the song I sing is
Of the Earth and Sky.
I desire not a single breath
In tears or mourn be spent.
For as in Dylan’s death
No dominion shall be found.
Instead let jeweled words
On my behalf crowned.
Words that unfold the universe,
A living sentient organism,
My life but a single chorus.
I relish no delight to die
But will you sing for me
A song of Earth and Sky.
The great bard may have Halley
But I have the Perseids..
Burning candles under the dome,
Birthday wishes, skipping stones.
Beg, don’t sing me sadly,
Just sing in joyful tones.
Sara Halley hailed from Texas
And fell out over a nexus
But she fell through
Her tummy grew
Inferior solar plexus
Copyright© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
02 December 2014
1910 Forever
Let’s see now my little fellow
That will be .14 cents for the dozen eggs
Laid fresh today
.04 for the pound of sugar
Sweeter than a sunny day
.15 cents for the coffee beans
And the conversation is entirely free
The year is 1910 again forever
Mark Twain, born when Halley’s Comet came
I remember it like yesterday
We would raft on the Mississippi all day
He went out with the comet when it returned
April 21st. 1910 is when he died
While Halley streaked briefly in the sky
Most men lived to be 47
So we had an extended time to play
There were 45 states back then
I only made .22 cents an hour at my job
Working at the apothecary
And so much fun in the sun
When I was younger
I would run real fast from the store with the goods
Run even faster past the school
Play hooky and get some fishing in
I still live for 1910
If I had it to do over I would do it again
Every 75 years we see
it gliding over our dear
planet Earth, as you watch
it, we know that we may never
see it again.
It was named after astronomer
Edward Halley (1656-1742)
One man was born as Halley's
comet was passing our beautiful
Earth one night in 1835.
During his life time he wrote
some of the world's greatest
novels ever written.
His trips down the Mississippi
as a river captain inspired him
to write some great novels.
This man from Missouri knew
his subject's very well,
75 years after he was born
Halley's Comet paid us
another visit, that day also
saw the death of this great
writer who we all know as
Mark Twain.
Written 6-23-11
His comet still crosses the sky
Visible to the naked eye,
And his music rocks around the clock-
Such events made their name
Leaving each with lasting fame
Tribute to Edmond Halley & Bill Haley
When Socretes, Plato and Aristotle teamed,
the line between the will to learn married the will to teach.
When Raphael, Leonardo, and Michael lived at Belvedere,
Art would see her form take shape and pave the way for years.
When Beethoven met Mozart on one Vienna spring,
the voice of God was heard through horizontally laid strings.
When Newton, Halley and Hooke looked through the glass and sky,
the universe shed her secrets to be more then meets the eye.
When Thomas, John and Ben picked up the pen to write,
an eagle spread its wings and from an olive branch took flight.
When Samuel Langhorne Clemens met Harriet Beecher Stowe,
the times of change were laid in names from characters' footholds.
When Roosevelt, Stalin and Churchill assumed command,
fear and hatred would not be sated on another land.
When Lindbergh and Goddard pushed to see their common goal,
man was ready here and now to soar towards heaven's soul.
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