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Every evening, I could witness, in my childhood,
Beggars, going from home to home, for daily food;
Fear filtered into my heart, as though from fountains,
I could see, within me, many terror mountains...!
Visits of soothsayers, snake charmers, and vendors,
Magic, jugglery, witchcraft, and comic blenders;
Each one was considered a guest and was well-homed,
Each, as though members, wherever they wanted, roamed...!
Foreign visitors, often those with skins milk-white,
Made my heart pump very fast, increasing my fright;
Men sent on the query of a vivacious kind,
Set blaze, like volcanoes, firing fears in my mind...!
All these, yet, I feel now, had shot up like mushrooms,
Age and experience swept these away like brooms;
Xenophobia is a phase of growth, I learn,
Some humans, yet, in this urn, eternally burn...!!!
28 April 2023
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Pearls of sweat trickling down the cheeks
On the cup of warm tea
As the vendor sells his ice cream
It is a poetry
The fish seller from dawn to noon
Toils hard and earns little
Her smile always reveals poems
Her health is though brittle
Sunshine writes rhyme on the muscles
Of sweepers on the street
With heavy brooms they keep shining
Our roads in scorching heat
The little girl as she washes
Cups and plates in tea stall
Her dimples twinkle in bright light
From the tall shopping mall
Clouds feel the burning heat in which
The working class survives
They all gather above their heads
And welcome rain arrives
A car stops near the hospital
A patient is moved in
By that gate a corpse is moved out
Abrupt twitch in my chin
Words are restless in life and death
To bloom in poetry
I try to set them through my pen
When neurones are in glee
Even when a leaf falls at night
Under the apple tree
Whispers moonlight your job is done
Now you will come with me
The bubbling ripples in your brook
Are so charming in rain
That I cannot help carving out
Dark blue dream in my vein
September 5, 2017
When I was growing up in Brooklyn,
Which was way back when,
We’d always get just what we needed
In the Five and Ten:
Cosmetics, stockings, pots and pans,
Greeting cards and games;
Curtains, tablecloths and vases,
Clothes and picture frames.
Sundries (who knew what they were?),
45’s and candy;
Mops and brooms and other things
A housewife would have handy.
It was fun to browse the aisles
With friends right after school,
And sometimes have a malted
Sitting on a fountain stool.
The Five and Tens have shut their doors;
New stores cannot compare.
I sometimes need an item
That I can’t find anywhere.
Of course, there is the internet
To help me in my search,
But in the Five and Dime, I’d never
Be left in the lurch.
To criticize a person with a crude controversy,
Is like stripping off one's clothes, in public, without mercy;
This has been, yet, a habit common in the social sphere,
Like drinking a cup of coffee or cheering in chilled beer...!
Lula da Silva, a member of the Workers' Party,
Trouncing Geraldo Alckmin, won people's support hearty;
He came to be known as the most popular president,
With wisdom and wit, he did blend his prime power advent...!
Poverty, inequality, joblessness, child labor,
Illiteracy, and infant deaths he did not favor;
Average wage morals and income modes molded and matched,
Ethos with education and health care got soon attached...!
Disputes erupted about him on and off like mushrooms,
Jailed and released as though a goat thief or burglar of brooms;
Elected president as though no speck of theft stuck him,
He was soon plagued by many corruption scandals grill grim...!
He fanned, like fuel wind, through fumes of filial fiddles,
Molded mildly and minutely, evil ethnic appeals;
Operation Car Wash exposed his treasure-hidden frauds,
He was found guilty of wads by all odds before law-gods...!
Nine-fingered (left-hand little finger lost in a mishap),
Like the Chinese cartoon rat escaped from many a trap;
Yet, when the hands of law and the divine amalgamate,
Could even a pirate great easily skate off his fate...???
21 April 2023
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Halloween
2013
faceless pumpkins, eerie eyes
witchless brooms that no one flies
spider webs not yet spun
trick or treaters yet to come
sounds of skeleton like branches
wind whirl tone that so entrances
tiny shapes of ghosts and goblins
as they move together wobblin’
in the hours when they play
twixt start of night and end of day
shadow creatures, wolf-like howls
mutterings of candied jowls
bargaining for gifts received
from those so easily deceived
by urchins who from dungeons crept
and gorged themselves before they slept.
John G. Lawless
10/19/2013
My mind is a house with a thousand rooms
That burst at the seams with recollections
In vain I have tried with a thousand brooms
To sweep the excess of stacked projections.
So often I sift through each fading page
Intending to shred what lacks importance
But failures greet me, all my plans upstage
Submit to the waves, without resistance.
Condemned to a life stranded in the past
Of strength I am drained, dearth of endeavour
Decisive my choice, now the die is cast
Fast chained to regret that lasts forever.
How long could I cope in terms conceptual?
A second in time could be perpetual.
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13th February, 2020
Cinderella thought she had found her Prince Charming,
but arriving at the palace was a bit alarming.
Cinderella found it rather absurd,
how each room had women from all over the world.
Then he gave her a dustpan and sweeping brush,
told her:
"Clean the kitchen and then make sure the toilets flush."
Now Cinders, had just escaped her ugly sisters,
she was a bit fed up of cleaning with blisters.
What ever happened to their 'happily ever after?'
Her dreams of love had turned into a total disaster.
Now there's only so far you can push someone,
all a girl wants is to be free and to have some fun.
There was no way she was going to live in another hell,
gathered all the other women and pleaded:
"Lets rebel."
They all got together with their sticks and brooms,
told Prince Charming he can clean his own rooms!
He spent all day scrubbing the toilets clean -
whilst Cinderella sat on the throne as queen.
The list is enormous, I will try to think of the seasons
Loving autumn, fresh start at school with new teachers
Football games, hot apple cider, plaid skirts, freshly cut hair
Some of the things I am crazy about in August and September
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, so I am thankful for it
Loving the costumes, masks, hats, lovely jack-o-lanterns,
The ambiance of the haunted house, ghosts, ghouls, goblins
Loving the magnificent witches on their flying brooms
November brings many favorite foods that interest me
Thanksgiving means a twenty-pound turkey with all the fixings
Mashed potatoes, gravy, scalloped corn, hot sweet rolls,
Pumpkin pie with an enormous dollop of whipped cream
Am I thankful for December? Are you kidding? Santa Claus and Jesus?
Christmas trees, bubble lights, tinsel, glorious colors and kindnesses.
I am semi-thankful for January’s idea of a fresh new start.
Valentines Day used to be a big deal. Not as much anymore.
I adore spring; she brings yellow daffodils, violets, Queen Anne’s lace
My nose is grateful for the fragrances of lavender, lilacs and lilies.
And of course, summer is always a thrill, for it was my largest vacation
As I taught school for thirty years.
I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication,
Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population.
It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed,
To include the burgs of Wookey Hole, Wyre Piddle and Guys Head!
The towns of Crazies Hill and Cuckoo's Nest could expect clear skies,
Nasty, Mucking and Mousehole were included in this surmise.
Rain bode for Scrooby, Spital, Tiptoe and Brian's Puddle,
Ugley, Ramsbottom, Fitchfield and the village of Affpuddle.
Hail would visit the towns of Piddlehinton, Diddlebury and Pill,
Sots Hole, Inkpen, Birdlip, Scagglethorpe and Toot Hill.
I warned Catbrain, Clock Face and Daffy Green to expect sleet.
That also included Giggleswick, Kibblesworth and Cackle Street.
Broadbottom, Muggleswick and Barking were to be aware of fog,
As well as Yelling, Wigglesworth, Slaggyford and Black Dog.
Scattered clouds were billed for Crackpot, Beer and Fairy Cross,
And for the areas of Fugglestone, Great Snoring and Balls Dross.
Beanacre, Fatfield, Wham and Jump could expect some light snow.
Raging gales I predicted for Lickey End and Harrowbarrow.
Conditions change in minutes in High Brooms and Frog Pool.
I dare not divine weather for those blokes, 'cause I'm nobody's fool!
Over a hundred years of miracles
dating back well before statehood
Pioneers who made the desert bloom
Though no one thought they could
Fighting off constant terror attacks
plows in one hand, rifles in the other
Working eighteen hours a day, six days a week
One for all and all for one, everyone a brother
Rising from the ashes of the Nazi holocaust
six million maimed, tortured, killed
Three short years later, declared a state
that only they and God willed
650,000 Jews, half of them new refugees
armed with hammers, saws, and brooms
fought off the attacks of Egypt, Syria, Jordan
Lebanon, Iraq, and the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem
All while taking in 875,000 Jewish refugees from Arab lands
resettling them in threadbare quarters
Today, boasting a world-class economy and over 9 million people
Israel is the world's face of hope, her story never equaled