Son Language Poems

A letter to mom
Abu Zafar Obaydullah ---A translation

“The plant in the orchard, the squash
Spirally coiling, burdened as it thrived
The green, lavish green plants
Are blossoming as...

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I am a prodigal Son of a gun
Who fears nothing under the Sun
I am a brave and defiant soldier
I am a peaceful gladiator
My pencil is...

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Hark, father, yonder poet hath no pen.
  Still, my son. Doth the feather make the wren?...

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We are the fortunate ones. 

The rare air we breathe 

Contains our will to be aware

Thoughts of life that carry 

The perfumed hours beckoning,
 
To...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often...

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Random thought

2.pm while dining at an eatery somewhere in Port Maria, crowded eatery , 
Lot of chattering around , youngsters, families, but a conversation perked...

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Only read this if you have a good understanding of the English language, because it is all about how word spellings differ but for no...

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At the station Paton stares at me from the train bound for Johannesburg
He leaves a note to remember to mop up where the roof leaks
This...

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The bain of authors, homophones, and this, I will add is not an ad in favour!
I have, I've walked down many an aisle on many...

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Savez vous planter les choux 
A la mode de chez nous?
(French nursery rhyme)

You should eat your cabbage up my son
It's really quite delicious
May I forego...

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I suppose,
as a pretentiously self-uberespecting Wise Elder,
I should be alpha-embarrassed to admit
my youngest son,
unable to speak or even sign,
unable to even successfully chew and swallow...

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For those tortured souls who have inadvertently become an embodiment of life's most derisive and diminutive emotional degradation... 

Look no further! 

In teaching those 
whom...

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It is my intimate physicality,
genderality,
sexual identity,
hormonality,
juiciality of love,
Yang-fused Eros rather than a less intensely elational Yin-Agape,
troubling me,
remaining dissonantly articulating
through aging bones of mind and body,
Theorem...

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What to do,
how respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
in someone else's home
or community
or economy?

OK, good question,
I hope,
yet with ample precedent
in polycultural battles to attain harmonious balance
where we have...

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