Jag Poems

Peace of Mind

In the mere blink of a nightmare, I found myself rechained 
and trapped where my peace of mind had once before 
collapsed.

The die has been cast, an old challenge from the past, one 
I thought long ago smashed, has incited another battle and
painfully thrashed my peace of mind like collateral damage 
to aloofly leave behind.

It’s twenty-seven years later, and I’m altogether strength-wise 
lesser for this matter.  I’ve got mighty prayers but the sum-total 
of tassels for the best in life have battered and frayed my energy.  
It is retired and at rest, not lying in wait for another day or test.  
Now, I’ve no choice but to fake it, declare it is just hiding and 
there’s no abiding such when it's time for fighting.  

I know I screamed denial, felt a heavy weight disintegrate all 
to black. I remember holding him, sharing a crying jag while 
watching my peace of mind pack. 

My very heart, my special needs son, now full grown and still 
at home, woke me in the night in a state of fright, “Mama, I 
think I just had a seizure.”  The next day came four more and 
my peace of mind took its suitcase out the door.

Different Whips

Lil mama in a Q50 infinity 
Known to handle drama
Pulls up any vicinity
know a broad in a Amg
we hit the drive through theater 
And we blow on trees
I know a hottie in a Beamer 
She fiends for the d
Trying to have my baby 
in a swooped up m3 
Another shorty in a Tesla 
Always smoking gas
Pulls up just to charge up
We loving in the back 
Now I’m in a jag 
This chick loves to brag 
Ratchet ass hell 
She ain’t got no class 
Mama in a v dub 
Fly mamasita 
Use to be my dealer 
Now she on flea
Cruising in a cooper 
I’m with a fine cougar 
Taught me a couple lessons
I call her my tutor
Freaky ass shorty in a 
Honda accord 
Open 24 she use to take me to store 
If you see me in a corvette 
You know she a war vet 
Every time she pulls up 
She meets me at my door step
I’m in a nine eleven 
Clutching on her thighs
Mashing like the dash board 
She texting with her man 
Big body hellcat 
But shorty was petite
Lets me take the steering wheel
While she gets in fleek
Lifted I’m in a tundra 
A dike mutha lover 
She pulls on all the females 
I’m with her in the summer

Droning On

Guard dogs try to sleep in a deaf corner.
Smaller barkers do what they do best
from under bed or table.

Large bugs in the sky
keep blinking and teasing.
They jig and jag
and only the dogs
and a few elderly cats
can hear them.

Whirligigs descend only to disappear,
spinning wings bite the air.

K9 units are advised
to use extreme caution,
it's almost as if
we know that they know.

A Carpet of Gold

Just ‘round the corner,
A carpet of gold,
From the branches of ginkgos,
Was there to behold.

The lovely-shaped leaves
Also covered some cars,
So you couldn’t tell Hondas
From sleek Jag-u-ars.

I waded through piles,
Their yellow so bright
That all who walked by
Got a dose of delight.

In a matter of days,
Nature’s vacuum will sweep
All that carpet away,
Likely while we’re asleep.

Life Is Too Brief

Life Is Too Brief.

I wasted time and now I look at you
In a situation, I’ve also been through
I keep my lips buttoned, 
Tongue between teeth,
You’re calm above 
Turmoil beneath.

I gave you my thoughts, brutal or not
The angel doesn’t realise what she’s got
Watching you wriggle
A fish on the line
I’m glad she’s yours
Happy not mine.

There’ll be a moment, you’ll grab a bag
Pack up your troubles, load up your Jag
I see it coming
Don’t be afraid
Stick with your mind
You’ve been betrayed.

Time to step in, take a walk in our shoes
The moment is coming to end this abuse
Freedom inspires
Taste the relief
Come smell the roses
Life is too brief.

David Cox 22/05/22

Doctor

I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know I got her. 
Filled her script like I was a doctor. 

Keep the tool with me, but, you I got them hitters on me. 
Keeps me in the zone. I don’t really wanna hurt nobody.
Aye I up the burner, catch a body, then I take his hottie.
A bad boy. Yea, I’m feeling like I’m mister Lawry.
I got that splash in my swag.
Cleaner than a jag speeding down the freeway about 160 on the dash.
Shorty got that class and she ratchet I’m on her fast.
Ima Slytherin her and I'll put lil mama in a trance.
Something like a snake. I’m so smooth when I hit my dance.
All she did was glance, then her hands Slytherin my pants.
One look at the doc, and she's quick to wanna leave her man.
No explanation you already understand.

Praye

Om nama Shiva....
. 
Traj Tasha suno Pryana !! 

(vinay argha suno parthana) 

Punya jag chali dev bhumi!!

(punya mai apney kuch chaal bhav du dev bhumi)

Eay cherha parsar mangal bhav!! 

(asuro ka bhi bhav vayakat ho) 

Tavh Tavh Tavh!! 
(Sukh shanti samridhi) 

Yav shastra parthana 
With love all 
Jagdish Bajantri

The Difference Money Makes

Bands of gold, straps of lace
             Is this the difference money makes
Skin is pretty, skin is not
                     with no Jag in the parking lot

Table service with a view
                       the only way to dine for you
Highlights from a chic salon
                   expensive dresses to throw on

Cocktails every night at five
                            the only way to feel alive
Tickets to a Broadway show
                parties with folks you don’t know
 

Hand me downs, ragged jeans
                    what you get with little means
Skin is pretty, unadorned  
                     just as supple, be forewarned 

Canned goods from the Dollar Store
                        matters little what she wore
Needed Meds, to pay the price
                         love will make the sacrifice

Life in tatters, life in gowns
                      superficial smiles and frowns
Bands of gold, straps of lace
             Is this the difference money makes

Life Is a Drag I Can Brag

that guy’s sure in rags
      sniffing glue from plastic bags
             his torn trousers sag
           i drive past in fancy jag 
          paroled with an ankle tag
        


By
David Kavanagh

On the Mend

I will scribe some scribblings now and then
Like loose futile flailings from my pen
Should I slip jag tearing them, dear friend
Please then thread your quill and make 'em mend 







Bite Size Poem Contest 8
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Catch 22 of Truth

Troubled time O Raheem,
Empty, each of my palm,
In truth, world nor its dream,
In falsehood there’s no Ram!
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Raheem was a saint poet of medieval time in India. This translation comes from one of his couplets; following is its transliteration:

ab raheem mushkil padi, gadhe dou kam;
sanche to jag nahin, juthe milen na ram.

Raheem beautifully essays the reality in this world. If one were to follow the path of truth, there is this world for him nor its dream. In falsehood, obviously one has to sacrifice the blessings of God-- Ram as Raheem puts it.   
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Translations |09.01.14 |

Lust and Love

Lust and Love

She was lusty
She was busty
She was really really hot
He was rusty
He was dusty
He was really just a clot

He did fancy
Some of Nancy
Wanted her so much it hurt
She'd wait and see
If by chance he
Would at least attempt to flirt

Then at last he
Asked young Nancy
If she'd come out on a date
She acted cool
She was no fool
Told him he would have to wait

She acted Mean
To keep him keen
Dirty thoughts were in her mind
He was horny
Thoughts quite porny
Of her boobs and her behind...

He got the call
He's on the ball
Borrowed his dad's brand new jag
She dressed to kill
She took her pill
Hoping for a decent shag

It all went well
I have to tell
The truth is they shagged  all night
They fell in love
The stars above
Shining like their future - bright.

And so young men
Take heed that when
Girls you fancy seem aloof
It's just a show
You need to know
They want love too - and that's the truth

Please Move That Bag

Earlier I left a message to move a suspect bag
The one abandoned where I park my jag
I caught a whiff and most disgusted did gag
The offensive item must belong to Bag Lady Mag
I see her daily dressed in the same dirty stinky rag
With frumpy socks around her knees that sag
She’s really pretty sweet though I feel like such a nag



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on February 28, 2019

She Would Whine, Nag and Complain

She was an ugly mean old hag,
Born out of a tapestry bag,
She smelled like old lint,
Her mouth was wider than a stag,
Her sense of humor made you gag.
A terrible skin-flint.

Original spinster from Crag,
Was usually on a crying jag
Her eyes were a squint,
Being with her an instant drag
She’d whine, complain, throw out a nag.
Perfect wife for Clint.

Flying Kites In Modern Days

I got these old habits that I’m trying to kill
Like kick off the ills
Of these psychotropic pills
Cause I’m someone else
They turned me into someone else

What you say, it’ll all come back
Whether love or it’s hate
both strange like an asylum
toxic waste
Yea that negatives a toxic waste

people want to get rich
Then it happens too fast
See a lack in your *****,
While you whipping that jag

What you mean? 
What you mean?
Got corona home safe
Tryna search out the truth 
But it’s still a cold case

Can we all chill out with the wars
Instead of guns in their faces
Pencils and erasers
they’re gone today
There won't be no bombs away

we’re all locked on the screen, I phone
Bet if I tried to take it
it’ll get your heart racing
locked in chains
We’re just modern slaves

It don’t matter what they say
You aint done kid
They aint got half your heart
So I know you gone win
 
Said,
It don’t matter what they say
You aint done kid
They aint got half your heart
So I know you gone win

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