The real purpose of the visa tourism
Is the humiliation of the guests
Its “us and them” post tribal atavism
The applicants are treated like suspects
The so called survey list interrogates
Some questions that can't be rationalized
To play a reason to pass through the border gates
Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized
The papers you submit might look suspicious
They may refuse you with “I am not satisfied”
Refunds are not provided, you’re fictitious
And anyway, a fool that tried to lie
It turns to be a huge list of rejections
It gives an argument to blow the world away
But I won’t press that button, waiting for objections
If more objections they would like to say.
Bound by the curse arise from inception,
Tethered was my fate,with this ruthless salvation_
Despair got this hand through the reality' shade;
Despite being apoplectic your glint never fades..
Redirected were your sights, only on this influence
While the rumbling glares got healed through your calm incandescence_
"Hey god", if you can feel the sanity of my heart!
Then confront this query of mine, why keep us apart?
A voice filled with allurance, ringed through them,
Out of his sympathy,his words commenced_
Distanced by your fate,will reunite through love;
On that eccentric night your souls will descend
Let life be witness,when hands annex above.
The thread with you bound by will come to an end..
Along with the compromises,the pact had been made
They both did agree with what the god said,
Point off the window the child interrogates-
Mom, can you tell me why the moonlight fades?
Mother answered,"That's what we call a lunar Eclipse!",
In which those two bodies meet defying the nemesis.
Shall college presidents resign
When the House says words cross the line?
What should we say next
If free speech lacks context?
"Stefanik is asinine!"
Save the world
Let the peaceful
To be in peace
Cos the world
Interrogates the innocent
For the rich to be stable
So disallow this act
If you truly need to
Save the world
Save the world
Deliver the world
Oh God
Let humans be humans
Again
They have lost
Gone too far
From their origin
They believe their intelligence
Will survive them
In a world they occupy
But can never own
Yet they chose to destroy
It
So I pray protect the world
And save the innocent who
Will finally
save the world
Dilemmas that sleep talkers must face,
Their subconscious thoughts are mumbled aloud.
Dreams with reality can interface.
Not anyone with this problem is proud.
Talking in one’s sleep could be worrisome.
One never knows what dreams might generate.
Sleep talk creates a cuddle-some chasm.
Especially if a spouse interrogates!
Who knows what pain abates when words berate.
Some spouses listening in might just pout.
One cannot predict what thoughts might frustrate.
Please, mumbles from sleeping mouth do not spout!
One might need the strength of ancient Spartans.
Yes; some mornings begin with a shout out.
Some dreams bring about weird conversations.
Once mumbles from peeping mouths start to sprout.
So, if ever you begin to sleep talk,
Be sure to wake up before hubby hears.
It’s easy to hurt his ego with squawk.
No need to ruin the day with sad tears.
1/17/2017
I write of feelings real;
some difficult to express.
And encourage hearts to feel;
with a poetic caress.
My pen interrogates pain;
trying to describe the hurt.
And redefine what is sane;
revealing the hidden dirt.
My poems evoke feelings;
from first breath to Death's embrace.
And shattering glass ceilings;
amplify pride and disgrace.
My words connect with a few;
beyond their expected norms.
For I share their point of view;
through rhyme and established forms.
My muse supersedes all bounds;
exhuming dead dreams and fears.
And my fragmented heart pounds;
visiting anguish and tears.
My soul pools in hurting hearts
as it leaks upon the page.
And anxiety departs;
from the heart of this old sage.