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I have been technically dead
and technically alive.
Escape clause, minor glitch
in my truth-machine,
but a kind of life does occasionally permeate
my real life.
I like the click and clunk of a well-made
flint ignition petroleum lighter.
‘Zippo’ light warms hands in a cold woods.
Sometimes I am the flint
sometimes the light - we all are I guess.
Before I was dead or alive
I recall signing a contract,
a ‘life’s purpose’ document
which I instantly forgot.
I still search Mind for reasons
still don’t know squat…..
but wait, I got here,
(arms akimbo, wagging my chin),
soon I’ll be leaving on a ghost train
and I’m gonna be upset,
because my much used ‘Zippo’ collection
is probably worthless.
Birds have started chirping
Sun is just about to set
Squirrel is squeaking as it scampers on branches of flame tree
Bees are buzzing
Crows can be heard saying caw, caw
Eagle flies with a screeching sound
Oriental magpie robins can be seen on flame tree chattering.
They sit on a branch, walk towards flowers, drink nectar, fly to another branch, do the same.
They want to finish eating before sunset
Squawk, squawk, parrots screech as they fly together.
It seems they are going to some place to sleep
A flock of sparrows can be seen on flame tree.
They pluck a petal from flame tree, munch it.
Stomach full, they start chirping.
Red-vented bulbul whistle melodiously
Red whiskered bulbul whistles cheerily
Tuk, tuk, tuk sings coppersmith barbet
Koyal sings mellifluous music with its koo, koo, koo
Suddenly warmth of sun is gone.
Cool breeze blows
Red sun goes down the mountain to other side
Chirping of birds stops
No noise can be heard.
Absolute silence and peace permeate the surrounds
11.05.2021
Contest Name :The Audience Falls Silent
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Premier contest winner 7th position
Note: Inspired by Malabika Ray Choudhury's poem "There Was Silence"
Click on this link to see above mentioned birds-
https://www.cntraveller.in/story/mumbai-birding-balcony-11-birds-spot-colaba-pali-hill-andheri-dadar-coronavirus-quarantine/
To visit the Gulf of America,
In case you get the notion,
You might fly over what’s now called
The Mar-a-Lago Ocean.
Be sure to click your seatbelt,
For when using this portation,
(The “trans” has been removed)
You’ll pass a bright red once-great nation.
Get your brand-new passports ready
For the agents are quite brusque
And you might just get deported
To a planet now named Musk.
What once was Mars is filled with
Crowds of migrants (oh, such noise!),
Lining up to use the bathrooms
Clearly labeled Girls or Boys.
There’s a huge arena filled with
Those with polio or mumps,
For there are no more vaccines,
Which Junior argued were for chumps.
While back on earth, the military
(Minus gays and gals)
Is patrolling Mar-a-Gaza,
Filled with Donald’s kiss-ass pals.
And in Congress, the Republicans,
With joyfulness, cavort,
Knowing that, no matter what,
They’ll have the backing of the Court.
For those of us remaining,
We can mutually mope
Or reclaim the Gulf of Mexico,
With just a thread of hope.
My Wife did her homework.
She called my sister, who lived near my Mom on the coast.
"What kind of flowers does your Mom like?"
"Oh, she likes roses. Red ones. Whenever there are flowers in the house,
they're red roses."
My poor Wife bought my Mom a special bouquet of roses -- $62.34, including delivery...
"Do you like 'em, Mom?
"Like what?"
"Your present, Mom."
"What present?" What are you talking about?" I don't need your
presents." Click.
My wife looked at me, her eyes saying, "What did I do wrong?"
My look answered hers, "My poor Mom. No one understands her."
Can you imagine?
My Mother never even answered the door.
The flowers withered on the porch.
********
My poor Mom. No one understands her.
Her kids just won't leave well enough alone.
They bug her because she's never met the grandkids.
"Don't you get it? How many times do I have to tell you? I'm in no condition to receive visitors. I look terrible. I'm overweight. My hair's turned gray. I'm all bent over now. I'm having trouble moving in the morning and I'm not much better by midday either. I'm frankly cranky much of the time. And I have my daily routine. I've got to get my swim in, and my stock market research..."
"Mom, we're gonna send you something special this Mother's Day. We
hope you'll like it."
"But I don't need anything special. I don't want anything special. I don't
want ANYTHING!"
"Yeah, Mom, but---'
"But nothing! I told you that I don't want any Mother's Day presents. You're
my son. You need to respect my wishes."
"Sure, Mom. Sure. So, about those stocks, Mom..."
"...And then they went ahead anyway and got me those flowers. Wasted all
that money. And my son had said, "Sure, Mom." So, he lied to me. "I'm
telling you those kids just don't get it..."
My poor Mom. No one understands her...
"And THEY'RE going around with THEIR feelings hurt?!"
Can you imagine?
If time travel were possible,
the period I would want to visit most of all
would be that time long ago,
when Europe was covered with snow.
When we walked Among the Neanderthal.
Two different species of human,
but still very much the same.
Our common ancestor evolved differently
due to climate and terrain.
*****Heidelbergensis emerged out of Africa
into Europe and Western Asia,
but then the ice age came and the species became segregated
due to vast deserts, seas and glacier.
The ice age gripped Northern Europe.
Polar conditions were most of the continent.
*****Heidelbergensis then evolved into the cold adapted Neanderthal
and became Europe's only human resident.
The Neanderthals were territorial and they lived in small family clans.
Limestone caves provided most with shelter,
it was a limited resource upon this frozen land.
The caves the Neanderthals lived in were the center of the Neanderthal’s universe.
Within the cave walls, the Neanderthals would bury their dead and give birth.
Within the cave walls they would eat, they would sleep.
Within the cave walls they would butcher their meat.
Within the cave walls they would groom, they would mate.
Within the cave walls they would even defecate.
Within the cave walls was the safest place to be.
Outside was the harshest climate known to humanity,
in an unforgiving terrain filled with wild animals stalking them,
as well as Neanderthal males stalking other clan’s women.
Neanderthal clans did not interact with each other at all
and this was perhaps their biggest and greatest downfall.
Limited contact meant limited viewpoints and limited exchanges of ideas,
and so the Neanderthal's limited survival techniques
remained the same throughout their years,
But meanwhile,
back in sub tropical Africa, somewhat simultaneously,
*****Heidelbergensis evolved into a warm adapted human.
*****sapiens, Us, You and Me,
As the climate grew warmer we too migrated up north
into the Neanderthal’s stronghold.
Neanderthal extinction was about to come forth.
Within a few thousand years, the Neanderthal ceased to exist.
The small size of their clans made them vulnerable.
They couldn't confront or protect or resist.
To continue click NEXT for Among The Neanderthal Part 2
“Come now, my friend, let me help,”
Said the rich man with a camera in hand,
His voice smooth, his smile grand,
As he approached the man in the alley so damned.
“Tell me your story, we’ll capture it right,
For the world needs to see your plight.”
The poor man’s eyes, swollen and red,
Watched the rich man prepare his lens with dread.
“I’m here to give, to lift your strife,”
Said the rich man, adjusting the scene of life,
“Let’s show the world your pain and your need,
And they’ll follow, donate, and heed.”
The poor man’s voice trembled, deep and raw,
His life, his loss, his endless flaw,
“I’ve lost my arms to cancer’s snare,
And my legs are weak, I cannot bear.”
Tears streamed down, mingled with dust,
His cries for help, a poignant thrust,
A moment of anguish, a plea from the heart,
Captured in pixels, a dramatic art.
“Smile for the camera,” the rich man said,
As he adjusted the light, the lens, the spread,
“And later, you’ll see, your story will gain,
Followers and funds, to ease your pain.”
With a final click, the scene was done,
The rich man handed over a sum,
The poor man’s hands shook, tears fell free,
A brief respite from his agony.
“Stand up now, and get to work,”
The rich man said, beginning to shirk,
His role in this drama, now complete,
He turned away, leaving the man’s defeat.
The poor man, alone, in his suffering space,
Looked at the money, his tear-streaked face,
“I’m a cripple,” he cried, “with hands that are gone,
Why not leave us to die, why string us along?”
“If you can’t help, then just walk away,
Stop turning our misery into your play.”
His voice broke, echoing through the night,
A plea for dignity, a call for the right.
In the end, the cameras clicked away,
Leaving the poor man in disarray,
A heartbroken plea, a soul laid bare,
Lost in the echoes of an unjust care.
Hey why didn't I place?
Were my rhymes and grammar not
up to your high and mighty standards?
I know maybe you don't like me and we're
not in the same “cyberspace” click.
Or I didn't soup mail you to butter you up
and pretend like I want to be your new
internet buddy.
Whatever the case I will write on whether I
get an N/A or if I even place at all.
Because I write for me and I want to get
better at my craft. Furthermore, I do it for
plain old fun.
This is just something to think about when
you host your “ stinkin” contest. Like you so
finely put who needs them anyway.
7-25-18
Contest: We don’t need no stinking contests
Sponsor: John Lawless
Technology’s too hard for me;
My brain won’t let it stick.
I can be taught a thousand times
But nothing seems to click.
I would have functioned better
Living many years ago
When everything I’d learned would be
The most I’d need to know.
Today, when I see upgrades
I begin to shake and sweat.
Do I download? Do I upload?
If you tell me, I’’ll forget.
On my iPhone or computer,
If a problem comes to me,
There’s no way for me to solve it;
Same applies to my TV.
Give me paper and a pencil
And I’ll have an easy time
Using what’s left of my brain cells
To set simple thoughts to rhyme.
Railroad Lullaby
I would rock myself gently
just enough to simulate
the rolling motion of the train,
imagining the click-clack of
weary iron wheels carrying me
off to some distant place,
someplace other than here.
Whistles from the distant switchyard
taunted me, lured my mind,
enticed me to run for the passing train
grab the rattling metal handrails,
climb aboard and sit, legs dangling,
rocking to the rhythm of old dreams.
Scents of wood smoke and oil
and steam mingled with the aroma
of fresh cut hay fields, newly turned
soil, rain just over the hills. Small
towns rippled past, two quick blasts
at the crossings, covered bridges roared
in protest to the intrusion.
The sun set behind us, giving the rails
the look of molten hot ribbons searing
their mark upon the land. Shadows lengthened
and were lost, a lone light sought its
way through the darkness of a child’s dreams.
7/28/2015
submitted to – Trains and Fantasy poetry contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose
Snapshots
Sitting by calm riverside, adjusting the aperture,
As mind attests the perfect landscape to capture;
Taking few small leaps, not to leave a nuance,
He is fast ready to click a string in temerity;
Be it anything, a marrow or a barren,
His shoots whisper countless historic tales;
A flower's subtle bloom, or an old man's humility,
Nothing escapes his intense proclivity;
He awes by seizing sea's fierce turbulence,
Butterfly's flutter, through hues of sunlight;
Images of rivulets dancing to nature's melodic raga,
These picturesque snapshots will sing the saga !
Written Nov 1, 2018
For "Eight word challenge 9- poetry contest"
Sponsor- John Hamilton