Long Biographical Poems

- - - Chapter 1: Early Days - - - 

My father was a rich man, la, *
Though schooled in poverty, (1)  
As such he seldom raised his head, 
Displayed humility.
The center of the...

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My thought for this day,
although still early,
is respect for hope.

Respect for our interdependence
and respect for our challenging differences,
important, yet hopefully not as powerful
as our interdependent love for healthy life.

Yesterday
I noticed a brown cardboard box
in the...

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Part I

Rock n Roll came through the slave trade
The Hippies and Moonies said “We’ve got it made”
“Rock n Roll sounds came from the jungle” [Lennon said]
The blues helped through the struggle
The rhythm and the movements...

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Jack and Sam
were two inseparable souls
Best friends tend to be like that,
especially if both were born on the same day
They were two good looking kids,
who liked to play rough and tumble
Didn't mind scraping their knees...

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K375 and K376 of Canto XXXVIII of the THIRUKKURAL Translated with Commentary

(Biographical details of an author, especially of someone having thrived in a land given to scant regard for documenting history in a systematic manner...

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of...

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Death,
An old friend, as old as life,
We met soon after my birth 
He liked to play games with me 
“Be ready,” he said. “I am coming for you.”
I waited, was all ready to go, 
no...

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My universe revolves
Relaxation – Meditation - Reflection

I have thought- in the throes of perception, 
as I lay in the soothing arms of meditation – 
travelling through spaces of, and in reflection
as I drift in and...

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He was a common man...
Common man's feat defeats
Nature's stubborn blockade
The mountain has taken
away his beloved -
Phaguniya - still haunts

He started cutting...
Rocks with his hammer
and chisel all alone
People ignored
his great desire

He made a road
for us...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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Intimate musings are part of a poet's repertoire;
flights of introspection and reflections,
savored more when shared with kindred spirits
A poet can speak to another poet
with an intrinsic mutual understanding
that our words comes from deep in our...

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HEADLIGHTS ON DARK ROADS

Timid tentative tap on her door at midnight
as she lay expectantly in suspense and the hope
that he would defy all obstacles to prove his love
for her

Like Romeo and Juliet forbidden to date...

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BIOGRAPHICAL :

Favorite Artist – a biography of me; being an artist has let me see and feel into my human self

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/favorite_artist_1197475

A Vision of a Child - Catholic, recite my rosary every night, a desire ...

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AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL

My childhood spent without peers
alone and prey to my fears.

Nights spent face buried in my pillow
my emotions  like a weeping willow.

The school kid disliked and attacked
like a player continuously sacked.

Bruises and scars physical,
cuts deep and salted,...

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Frank Sinatra’s name still has instant recognition even today.
He was perhaps the greatest singer of the twentieth century
And possessed those famous “Blue Eyes” and that trademark 
Voice which thrilled and fascinated audiences worldwide.
For most people...

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a one against all iconoclast
eat my shorts was his hello
after being driven from the village
by the Iceberg Clan physical therapists
and their dictatorship of deduction
a mere fascination with the grotesque
boasting an indignant moral high ground
their vast...

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I immigrated to Canada from Greece, in nineteen seventy-one
It was the best thing in my life that till that moment I had done

Nothing was easy for me since I did not know anyone, I confess
The...

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In the middle of the night, you came, oh, death,
Wishing my soul to harvest
Vehemently, I refused to surrender it to you
Fact, that made you so angry.

You said your divine right was to claim it
But still,...

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My friend, how did he go so wrong?
Funny and jovial, was he, as happy as one can be.
Then, Paul shot his wife to death, mercilessly, 
Beneath their family Christmas tree!
Leaving behind, children...three.

He never had a...

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Life is like a bottle of  buckfast 
Sticky sweet but in the end its harsh 
Take too much gets you ed fast 
LIfes not for the faint of heart heres my bars 

I was...

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ENTER INTO MY MIND

Enter into my mind an existential maze – a passing phase of distortion  
where illusions create beliefs and biographical misapportions.
From start to end chained to memories in cell blocks of time....

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" 

                         ...

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Marina, Motherina, Baba, Mum!
Reflect upon what your life has become:
Born in Harbin to refugee Russians,
Tossed out by Mao, with mild repercussions.

Aussie girl, country girl, raised by grandmas,
And grandpa and parents (both pains in her arse).
Small...

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Live is but a patchwork quilt
Stitched together by Providence
Fate and life's events
It gets larger if you're lucky
Collecting new patches to add every day

A mixed bag of varied textures
Both smooth and rough
Different colours tones and shades
You...

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Is there anybody out there anywhere?           
To help to get rid of this tiring sex?
Why the pure love with it we mix ever
Is that not...

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