Another hallowed arrow from his quivers
One of cricket’s greatest shiver givers
Coursing down your spine like rivers
Fine line..never dithers as slivers
Of adversaries hopes on the ropes..withers
Tipples tickle our livers
The latest tropes of how
Somehow…anyhow won’t kowtow
Postman Pat delivers
Matinee idol looks tease
Record books hooks please
Finds batters crannies &
Nooks with such ease
Impeccable length…metronomic
Chin music chagrin
Such strength..astronomic
Gift of getting the ball to lift
Chronic bounce…hedonic
With his swag bag of quicks tricks
Name on the adored hall of fame
Lords boards with six..another Cummins elite fix
Beat Bob Willis’s record tome of the best
Test figures for a captain at cricket’s home..
Yep..yet another done like a kipper
By this chipper ripper skipper
Who’s not found wanting
His chiselled jaw..up there for sure
With the mean hardcore
Ponting or Waugh
As the best Test baggie green
Top draw Captain (not woke...just a better bloke) seen on screen
Or that’s maybe ever been
What life is this when all is not enough?
Each goal achieved precurses one more need
And worldly goods, my bloated ego bluff,
Enslaving me in this sad selfish greed.
The thrill of each success soon flashes past.
Eyes focus then on some new gleaming prize,
Spurred on by hunger, it is mine at last!
I gloat, but then the fire within me dies.
As on wheel’s rim my life flies ever round,
Endures the highs and lows of ev’ry turn.
Desire my master, it does but confound
All logic, yet my tortured senses burn.
Achievements such as these, so dearly bought,
Bring not the love nor happiness I sought.
I need a newer, bigger, better, object of desire.
My friend has purchased just the thing and really stoked the fire.
I’ll work another shift to find the money it will cost.
And never give a single thought to memories I have lost.
But for a moment caught in time, I’ll have the very best.
Look down upon my peers below me, scrambling and stressed.
It looks so grand just sitting there, my friends all ah and ooh
I’m quite ashamed to say I've not a clue what it will do.
Platonic is quite moronic
As our nature is hedonic
For every lure
God grants a cure
My mum says its gin and tonic
Afflicted by a sore throat,
Being unable to think of anything else,
Carley was in a
Despicable
Enthrallingly
Fearsome
Gloriously
Hedonic
Injured
Jumpy
Knife-like
Lethargic
Mood.
I am a man of two faces
One face for the eyes of the world
The other face for when I close the door
Behind this door, you don't want to see
the face that cowers behind this door
A face which reveals itself in the sullen,
Cimmerian shadows
Most people will not accept this face
Most people will prefer if the mask
I wear for the eyes of the world
remain glued onto myself so tightly
that it will hardly slip
That when I hide behind my door
at the end of the day, the mask
becomes painful to peel
Like removing duct tape off fur
Strands of beastly pelage
ripped out of my fragile, mortal skin
and become a part the face
I struggle so hard to keep on
in the hours of the Sun
I lose a bit of myself and
question my morality
The constant switch between
these two faces grow tedious
and exhausting
I even start to ask myself,
"why?"
An infinite, internal war
plagues me and I lose my mind
Why must the world be so hedonic
and blind?
The truth is, they are not blind
They all wear masks too
And at the end of the day,
when their doors are shut and the
curtains have closed,
The masks slip and a burdening
sigh of relief is released.
A quiver
In thy shadow
O hedonic fundamentalist
Corporate machine
Democracy thy logo
Christian right
Of sway
Bow now
To thine mad
Golden calf
Fat on war born dollar
And Roundup ready
To takeover
This cow eat cow world
Quiver
Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma.
Undertone
Whispering breeze
From the smile of her
Divine blossom
Cleaved the solidity
Of my melancholy life
And allayed my ache
That captured my heart
By mesmerizing the devil of
My Achilles' heel
My unknown myself
And transformed me
As a hedonic to ramble
In the garden of joy;
Then, I kissed on her cheeks
And whispered into her eyes
To not to leave me, ever,
And to live with me forever;
R K Chowdary Jasti
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22.02.2013@8.59pm
Golden like honey slowly the sunlight drips
On the sweet horizon of a sea tongue licking
Evening's rouge splattered and fragranted lips.
And like restless crab claws on stone clicking
I hear time in the blue silence of sea and sky:
She goes fresh in her frivolous hedonic fantasy
Away with days undone deeds, and drudged tasks
Yet in lavished evening the lovely island basks.
Day comes to her stoic end, but the island sees
Not, nor hears how strangely the noisy city changes
Into a dress of silence. Like leaves on their trees
That greener into summer pass, the stillness ranges
From sky to soul unsensed. I pity the fly that swims
Or crawls the sugared rim, while days light slowly dims
The city is not the same in its heart, its innocense
Is merely a smokescreen for the slick savage's prtense.
The lioness stares at the world with rigid eyes
Vacuous emotions replaced by terror in me rise
This is a picture of probable consequence
That lures and destroy us outside the rule of sense
When I was younger deep dangers lured me
Always to the brink where chaos swells and thrills
Something in me desires uncorrupted a history
Something in you avoid choice while shackling wills
Is this hedonic barbaric or quest for self unknown
And why does each order presupposes a throne
We tremble in the clutch of what we do not know, and I
Am your enigma to tease, tempt, and then defy
You stranger craving after flesh random desire
You the forest burning bright subverting Horeb's fire
No bush transformed, a wounded lioness unhealed
How I am drawn in ... knowing how I spike your zeal
The forest is ablaze within the heart, we carry it
Instead, and are not the contents of its clime
Here the spirit absent from the mind blinds a bit
Like smoke, or grief, or rabid longing for our time.
No matter what you will do to someone you hate very much
No matter what you will do to somebody you really love
No matter what you will do to other countries
If you are a leader of the most powerful country
No matter what you will do to all things
If you are the richest man in the world
No matter what you will do to your own life
If you are a very poor vagabond who lives alone
No matter what you do and who you are
I think I can believe that
you will do the best you can,
and in your heart of hearts you realize
there is no reason for you to deny that
you are not the only man
but an inseparable part of mankind
living together on the same earth
getting older and older
That is the only world of mankind.
I trust you.
But how could we be so naive
that we are all trapped in an endless war with each other?
How could we have such a selfish and hedonic lifestyle
That we do not care about another man life at all?
Whereas whoever we are
you bet your life, we really know that
in all the universe
we are the only mankind.
How foolish we are!
How childish!
How embarrassing!
How nauseating!
Really.