I hear the stories
I read them too
about calm, tranquil deaths
as heavenward angels take their last breaths…
‘She entered the next world
surrounded by her nearest and dearest
holding hands with her beloved husband of 57 years
a smile of serenity overspreading her face…’
Aaaaargh! Not for me! I shall not go willingly
I vow to fight to stay alive until my last hurrah
Punctuating the air with oaths and imprecations
~ Hanging on for my final grasp of this earthly station
Categories:
imprecations, death, life, me, parody,
Form: Free verse
They are incantations,
holders of truth and lie,
they can be imprecations for bad or sly,
they are hammers that forge our lives,
implements which are sharp as knives,
mastering them may seem nigh,
one may think he is adroit in this art,
or it may be a mere start,
Here no element is a titular part,
some might think of them as banal,
in the world of today they are crucial,
oh so don't you belittle,
lot to learn in this field of imagination,
they are salient to the way of education,
They may be a boon or an imprecation,
Categories:
imprecations, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Oh, meaty mothballs!
as opposed to mothy meatballs
Alternatively - slobbering sloth-balls!
instead of sloppy moth-calls
Stupid refrigerator!
as opposed to dumb incinerator
Alternatively - dirty toenail taster!
instead of wanton whiskey-waster
It's the start of a brand-new year
Let's raise glasses and expectations
And while we're at it
~ improve imprecations!
Categories:
imprecations, new year, spoken word,
Form: Rhyme
You're beautiful
You know that
Your eyes glimmering
In the ocean light
I saw the devil with outrageous smile
Then saw the angel in the walk to fly
Dispensing colors in sky
Hindering my days forever.
You and me
Not a story yet over
As I lay down my head
The sight of you
Immersed in water
Me lying breathless in your sea
Its flagitious for me
Yet the red star in the sky unknown
I choose over the known.
You're infectious
I know that
My heart races
In your inconspicuous eyes
Day and night
I have a dark and thats you
I have a light and thats you
Imprecations I spell, whisper
At infinite nights.
Categories:
imprecations, addiction, black love, love,
Form: Free verse
His rainment bleak
Snarls of hair matted
Bloated shoes mud-streaked
Wisps of hair unhatted
Muttered imprecations
Hiding teeth jagged
A bedraggled skeleton
Cursing Nature, near-ragged
Those with golden locks
and eyes of deep blue
Face the mirror squarely
Could his image have been you?
Categories:
imprecations, appreciation, clothes, hair, image,
Form: Rhyme
The question itself begs interpretation,
The word 'where' concealing so many implications
Is this 'where' a physical place, or state of mind?
Perhaps it's with a higher consciousness aligned?
Boston, London, Paris, or Rome? Cairo, Lisbon, Moscow, or Gnome?
Were you abroad? Were you at sea? Were you in space? --Or just at home?
Perhaps you were in Timbuktu, or basking in the ambience of Xanadu,
Sailing away on pink Chablis, sipping winter-blossom chartreuse tea.
The word itself is a siren, inviting by utterance unimaginable peregrinations
Of connotations, demarcations, gesticulations, imprecations--divinations!
Fathomless depths, layers of meaning, shells of encasement, particulars
beaming:
'Here' is in 'where,' and so is 'were.' Were you here? Where? Posibilities
teeming..
Not to mention 'Ere' and 'Rhee:' Ere you were here, where were you, Rhee?
Ah, Rhee, my bold, my courageous, my daring--yet compassionate Draupadi.
Now ere I bid this poem adieu: Where were you in the 70s is the question.
Hmmm. I can't really say. Forgive me, please, this slight indiscretion.
Categories:
imprecations, language, paris, sea, word
Form: Rhyme
Spring begins as a spring, the roads shining wet, the earth desultory floats the water as
the lawns are pricking green welcoming the Spring. At dawn the birds chatter with delight
at the worms' awful plight while commuters mutter imprecations to one and all as if
weather lore will do for us all, until they remember the Easter holiday that still seems so
far off as the weather seems to be spoiling our lot.
Snow shovels the warm dry sunny weather we had for over a week far away as it reminds
us of its power to be bloody awkward of its own accord.
In Spring we all fancy a smile that is not wry and weather to warm our bodies and souls
after a grotty winter. Let us Hope!
Categories:
imprecations, spring, easter, weather,
Form: Free verse
In a state controlled by a fanatical militia
Fuelled by a desire for revenge,
They sit cowering in a crumpled cellar,huddled close,
Wide-eyed kids whimpering
Held tight by sad-eyed women and grim-faced
Men,muttering their imprecations
While listening to the crump,
Crump of the incessant shells raining down on their village,
Their hearts racked with hatred
Driven by fear.
In a state born out of terrorism
Hemmed in by hostility,
They sit crowded in their bunkers
Lit by flickering bulbs
Listening for the faint whine of Katyusha rockets
And singing shakily to keep their spirits up,
Silence falling when a shell bursts
As they fear the worst,
Their hearts racked with hatred
Driven by fear.
Categories:
imprecations, death, sad,
Form: Free verse