@Bappa Mazumder
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats app for
a lover boon, millimeters to million, thriving.
I am a heritage queue, an odd audacity
I saw time, bygone, as t'was forthcoming
in a closed 'laptop'
I and my fanciful clouded entropy,
the flower vase embellishing the dawn
you and a warmth, adore
one step closer to the brim, ashore!
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If John hadn't died because of drugs, he would've turned forty-nine today.
If John hadn't died, his fiftieth birthday would've been just one year away.
The paramedics had planned to perform CPR but they saw it was something John didn't need.
They quickly learned that performing CPR would've done no good so they did not proceed.
Sadly, John had died and he went to be with the Lord.
His arm was sticking upward, he was as stiff as a board.
I learned about the circumstances of his death from the people who he lived with.
John had done me wrong before he died and the time has come for me to forgive.
I had to threaten him with legal action because he'd been coming in my house and swiping some of my medicine.
I informed him that I'd have him arrested if he came on my property again.
Because of taking drugs, those drugs turned out to be John's noose.
Sadly, he was destined to die because of his many years of drug use.
[Dedicated to John Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019.]
SILLY BUT NICE
Is there anybody there said the traveler
Knocking on the moonlit door
But only a host of golden daffodils were there
On the forest’s ferny floor
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of July
And summers lease hath all too short a date
The dancing daffodils made no reply
So the tale ended cos the traveler couldn’t wait
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Note
This is genuinely ALL my own composition. Some of my lines have been plagiarized by Shakespeare, Wordsworth, and De La Mare. I am taking legal action
Let Them Marry?
By Elton Camp
If gays should be allowed to marry or not
Has put a lot of people into an ethical spot
Separate from religion the state should be
How it can legally be banned is hard to see
To the convictions of most, it flies in the face
Having been reared to call it a vile disgrace
But should church doctrine by law be forced
Does that mean that religion is thus endorsed
When you marry, it’s harder to go your way
If you do, it’s alimony you may have to pay
Spouses are responsible for a legal mate’s debt
That’s a pretty bad position in which to get
If you decide the marriage was a bad mistake
Legal action to dissolve it you have to take
Unwed gay partners haven’t problems like these
They can simply walk away anytime they please
It makes me wonder if maybe some gay cuss
Has the right to be miserable like the rest of us
Wary the man walks alone,
Wary the woman who never stands apart,
Wary the child never says a word,
Wary the leader whose words never stop,
Wary the actor who keeps no regrets,
Wary the fool who regrets all,
Wary the worker who never stays late,
Wary the manager that never goes home,
Wary the girl who never smiles,
Wary the boy whose smile cuts,
Wary the shepherd who cries wolf,
Wary the crowd that doesn't listen,
Wary the world that doesn't care,
Wary the stalker that obsesses,
Wary the carefree with reckless abandon,
Wary the worrier with legal action.
DOGS
I don’t like them
I am not alone in this
Cats don’t like ‘em either
It’s just not fair
I’ve never bitten any of them
I’ve never peed on any of their lawns
I’ve never chased any of their bicycles
Yet they feel able to do this
With impunity to me
If I bit one there would be
Outcries from the Animal Groups
Legal action
Shame and ostracism
But I think about it
In secret sometimes
Just imagine
Man bites dog
I’d make theheadlines.
Every man has his day
As related by my father;
Once, long ago,
he rear ended a cop car
Not a happy thing you know...
The cop had stopped short
But he wasn't the sort
To admit what he ought
He could find little reason
for legal action,
So he sought another sanction
He had my father tested
by a mental doc
Who asked stupid questions
You know that crock...
His defining question,
"What would you do if
you saw a flying saucer?"
Unflinching, my father replied,
"I'd shoot it down with my
battleship!"
The doc scoffed,
"And where'd you get
your battleship?"
Quick as a whip, he replied,
"The same place you got your
flying saucer!"