All of those rooms I still dream of
install a flame right under me.
Crawl if needed run when you can,
ball like a boss fight eagerly.
Renovate an outdated thought,
fate snuffed it out so long ago.
Elevate to match new enterprise,
create ‘A list’ I’m the chateau.
Call it what you will
But I know exactly where I have been
You have stripped away my zeal and well me up with Nippon steel
The knife is at his throat and travelers are loading in a big boat
Where they are going, I don’t know
But they are getting ready for the burning man’s show
The shackles have been taken away
And we are celebrating a brand-new day
But you have come to steal their joy away
From whence did this act come.
It was there from the pilgrimage began
When diversity is on the run
You have cleared off all the kitchen shelves
And left them standing on the edge
But as swift as the birds can fly
The heavens have listened to their passionate cry.
We are not to be blamed for your age-old dirty games
You must re-install the diversity equity inclusion program
Or the heavens will nail you by the thump, before the year is done.
Black history is global history, and you cannot deny it
The world has witnessed it!
A priest from a bare dusty road
picked up a stone
to install as God in his home
while other stones stared.
They murmured and grumbled
"He is just like an ordinary stone like us."
Today’s bread was Veterans Day donuts,
after I skipped like a kid through the parking lot
to visit the rebuilt library. Oh the places
we will go, to quote some doctor or such.
I have to pick and shine my teeth;
my bridge built and ready to install.
Ready, set, go. There is no NO.
My daily bread will be chewed on both sides.
I can’t wait! Do I like to sit in the dentist chair?
To get better I must and my balance muscles
also muster to therapy after kicking the habit
of the aircast boot. Wing-a-ding-ding, as
my friend Jack might say. I miss hearing from him -
hope he is okay. Would like to hear his hip-hip-hooray.
Our heat and a/c units,
Which are mounted on the wall,
Have remote controls for every room,
Which workers did install.
The living room, since larger,
Has another cool device
With a touch-screen, though the room’s remote
Would certainly suffice.
Still, we were told to use the screen
Instead of the remote
To heat or cool that space and so,
We’ve listened to that note.
A tap relays the temperature
Or lets us then adjust
The way we want the air to flow
And it has earned our trust…
Until we found the screen gone blank.
New batteries did yield
A simple message, loud and clear -
“Replace me,” it revealed.
Imagine all our objects
With the power to command.
It feels like science fiction’s
Somehow gained the upper hand.
our new puppy Beau will not go into my husband’s office
I think he senses spirits in there.
I sense my husband’s father
My husband senses Native American spirits
Beau cannot be coaxed past the doorway.
Unfortunately, that is where our only doggie door is.
Our handyman Tony is coming tomorrow to install our new doggie door.
It cost us a pretty penny, but it will be worth it if Beau uses it.
At this time I am getting up every hour and a half to take him outside
during the time others get to sleep.
My maintenance man's name is Scott
and boy that man can do a lot..
Always cutting the yards and raking
up leaves, a constant need with Sycamore trees..
In snow and ice out there he'll be,
clearing sidewalks and streets of this community.
Scott's always there when neighbor's call, to
paint their buildings or a hot water heater install.
For thirty years he's lent his hands, our wonderful
versatile maintenance man..
This neighborhood depends on him a lot.
He's earned the title, "The Great Scott".
What will it take you make you learn
There are bridges you don't burn
Some things you just shouldn't be
Messing with or you will see
How it comes back haunting you
You should really think it through
Before the trouble you are stirring
Gets somebody's anger whirring
Smack dab right int your direction
Heed my warning and suggestion
There are times you walk away
Turn around and do not stay
Where you cause so much disaster
Inside you are full of laughter
But there's no joke a while after
The bridges you burned will soon fall
From the fire you install
As the flames of hurtful heartache
Start burning higher as they take
Everyone around you in
A fiery tale-spin
That will end up in hot ember
And these ashes you'll remember
As they leave a burning scar
Of a joke you took to far
If there’s in heart a small mirror,
What need there’s for a wall mirror?
Heart would reveal your veiled intent,
Let no dust befall on mirror.
One that conceals human conceit,
We never can call a mirror.
But who in heart and if at all
Would ever install a mirror?
Let man as a life tree on bank,
See his image crawl in water!
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Ghazal |19.02.2024|mirror
Poet’s note: Image of a life tree crawling in water, the reference is to Bhagavad-Gita’s verse (15.1): Urdhva moolam…
I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy.
“I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why…
Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve.
His mind goes where others have never had the chance to delve.
What do you use it for? I asked, testing him just a bit.
“to install satellite dishes,” he said. He is a precocious little chit.
We were at the Wambuul river where the Casuarina trees grow.
Not an elegant place, but it suited us down to each toe.
Guy suggested knapping a bit of flint while we were here.
I had some of my tools so I said “of course, why not? where?”
His mind was lightyears away, for he had his brain in a book.
Reading about quasars, for his mind grabs knowledge like a hook.
How can I call them modern men?
They are still barbaric,
use weapons in lieu of words of wisdom.
From the musket to the missile,
they have advanced in the technology of massacre.
New widows and orphans are manufactured
and preserved in misery.
How can I call them educated?
Their thoughts are still bent
like the curved pines in the Crooked Forest.
Being short-circuited,
their minds are not illuminated.
There are stubborn stains of caste, creed, and color
in their subconscious.
Education remains on the surface of their brains
as the rain drops on a banana leaf.
How can I call them intelligent?
All other animals live serenely
and leave the nature unscathed,
when men skin and gut the earth before their death.
They install complications for themselves,
even for the babies to be born.
How can I call them contented?
They’re restless
in the electronic snares.
Always busy,
they lose pleasures around.
They never live,
living tomorrow.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue#28)
A new day began, I sprained my right hand!
Then my furnace decided to "give up the ghost"
Neighbor brought friend who would understand;
soon, room became as warm as toast.
then it stopped dead--all was lost
my muse and I were doomed to frost.
Two electric, space heaters running twenty-four/seven!
It was twenty at night--temp's winter hat doff.
My electric bill was reaching toward the heavens
My muse preferred to scoff
while my toes were freezing off!
Probably Monday, a new one he could install.
It would cost one THOUSAND--I needed some air!
Opened my door, found my son standing tall!
A guy with tech background, drove here to share.
I needed a hero, and he was there!
My muse and I needn't despair.
Aren't sons and daughters a wonderful plan!
They will help with gusto and style.
And hero neighbors lending their helping hand!
Faulty solder fixed; the heat will soon beguile.
My hand needs a brace for a while;
and my muse? I saw a tiny smile.
If you cannot build a fence, help with a section.
If you cannot build a wall, install the Northgate.
If you can't build a house, try painting the kitchen.
If you can't install a water line, turn on the faucet.
We need not worry about the things that we cannot do.
We are responsible for executing our God-given assignments.
011223PS
Inspired by Nehemiah 3
My Dear Sheep
How white you are ..
How fluffy you are ..
How warm you are ..
Have you ever thought .....
How dear... You are.....
How cheerful and mesmerizing you are...
You are kinnda cute one I have had
You are some animal who have corner in my heart
You are the one with half a million followers on install
Not only that your big flashy eye are adorable
Not only your big head is attractive
Not only that bulging cheeks of yours are even attractive
That's because you are my dear sheep....
It is of great use
How invisible thoughts loose
And get mind, soul and body fused
Till fear, agony and death cant be abused
My muse relates to all
It helps me stand so tall
With possibility I wish to install
For all pessimistic minds to aid its call
My muse is you
With whom my writing glue
Every theme pinpoint out of blue
To shine its radiance of light so true
My muse is me
Foaming up to be
The destined me for real
In life's own feat cum zeal
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