Surrealistic impulses
create songs impositions
upon the sphere of
evening coincidences
that beckon truth
beyond the scope
of reality as
you finally realize
that to some
it's just a problem
upon their realm
of personal satisfaction
Inter-relationships surface
amidst the turmoils
of daily excursions
siphoned through kaleidoscopic
determinations that have
no basis in justice
but are constructed
amidst contemporary delineations
that stifle happiness
Categories:
impositions, imagery, introspection, miss you,
Form: Free verse
With gifts to buy and then to wrap
And cookies needing baking,
The holidays become a trap
Of joy we’re sometimes faking.
We have to follow set routines
To honor our traditions,
But often what that really means
Is life with impositions.
Many love this time of year
And find it fun and merry
But, Scrooge-like as I may appear,
Does it annoy me? Very!
Categories:
impositions, december,
Form: Rhyme
No one knew who wrote them or when,
Like cinema posters that changed at regular intervals,
Misspelt swear words appeared on the wall of the urinal.
Written with moss, coal and laterite
They read sometimes like..
The breeze here is fragrant. Rajiv + Sindhu.
A heart with an arrow through it.
Songs like “Rajan sir and Bhanu teacher are in love guys!”
The walls got covered with writings
In retaliation to the beatings and impositions.
Amidst the stench of **** and urine,
Love blossomed in moss.
The girls’ urinal stood like a temple
Translated to english - Anitha Varma
Categories:
impositions, 9th grade, absence, age,
Form: Imagism
Faraway, across a widening
Expanse of vacant fields,
Dawns slated light is gradually
Awaking;
And too soon new Morn's stilled
Indifference
Determinedly steals
Into the abstractions of my fitful
Dreams,
Where, deeply concealed,
Many forgotten memories from days
Since past -
Ne'er once unto me unworthy...
Although long be they in their
Forsaking.
Those languid days, that, lately,
I quite often see and hear
Crowding throughout my wandering
Slumbers;
Vivid recollections, interns of a
Jumbled mind - for ages absent,
Beginning now to inexplicably reappear;
Insistent murmurings troubling -
Troubling incessantly:-
Unwelcomed guests from
Yesteryear...
Strange impositions, of a sorts,
Burdening upon this weary soul,
Which, encamped within my
Dampened Spirits -
Doth so unwittingly encumber!
Categories:
impositions, memory,
Form: Rhyme
NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
SAY ADIEU TO EUROPE AS IT EDDIES TO THE DRAIN
THE DEMISE WILL BE SLOW WITH BLOOD WITH PAIN
THERE IS AN INVASION ALL EUROPE IS UNDER SIEGE
BY DEDICATED JIHADISTS DISGUISED AS REFUGEES
THEY WILL SLOWLY COLONIZE INTO URBAN CENTERS
OBEYING SHARIAH DEMANDED BY THEIR MENTORS
THEY WILL REFUSE TO ACCEPT LOCAL TRADITIONS
AMASS LARGE AREAS FOR ISLAMIC IMPOSITIONS
ESTABLISH NO GO ZONES TABOO FOR THE LOCALS
CALL TO PRAYER RITUALS WITH ARABIC VOCALS
ONCE SETTLED WILL COME CONSTANT AGITATIONS
CAUSING RIOTS AND UNENDING PROVOCATIONS
AVOIDING BEING CALLED RACIST LOCALS CEDE
YIELDING TRADITIONS TO SATE INVADERS’ NEED
LOOKING AROUND OSLO YOU’LL THINK ITS IRAN
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLAXEN HAIRED BEAUTIES GONE
THEY’RE IN HIDING AVOIDING THE LEWD FOCUS
OF MEDIEVAL SAVAGES THE MODERN DAY LOCUSTS
EVENTUALLY THE LOCALS WILL BECOME AWARE
BUT IT MAY COME LATE FOR THOSE IN DESPAIR
IMPORTANT TO RECOGNIZE GENEROSITIES WOES
OFFERED TO INGRATES THAT ARE IDEOLOGICAL FOES
HOUSING, FOOD AND FREEDOM IS OPENLY FURNISHED
A JOYOUS SPIRIT OF GOODWILL FOREVER TARNISHED
Categories:
impositions, arabic, culture, evil, giving,
Form: Rhyme
preying on the weak,
lingering on moments of threats.
malignant with conditions;
troubled impositions,
impossible corrections,
dire solutions.
hidden web of agendas,
more than a fast pace phase.
lying behind masks,
random rat race.
morbid and cruel;
with vague and serious intent,
never really content,
collaborating underhandedness,
with no elaborate weakness,
creeping shiftiness,
just to make a statement,
some sort of scandalous entertainment.
like a ploy of trained murder,
hot to the very extent of malice!
Categories:
impositions, business, dark, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme
not so funny, brother
when the bitter pills
of undue death
hit the rain-leaked roofs -
when the bomb-buried legs
shoot out
fearing for the unready burial -
when the pregnant woman
in dying curses the unborn
child from afflictions
& impositions of poverty -
then 'tis then
that a toad runs at noon for naught!
Categories:
impositions, depression,
Form: I do not know?