Long Dramas Poems

What fills your goals, son?

I told you!
Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling]
yesterday,
if not today...

If I may interrupt
to process mindful resilience
for a bit...

Let me ask again:
Noticing you are concerned about long-winded
and -winding
and...

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Truth is a feather 
pushed off to the other side.

Truths are a body of feathers
within which our bodies reside.

OK, students of life’s healthiest purposes and meanings,
it’s time to regather, if you would be so kind.

Namaste.

[Silence]

[My...

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A MINISTER RETIRES :  
SOLILOQUY 

I arise as infant Phoenix 
from Akasha ashes 
counterparts frozen 
with foibles intact
a still Arctic of death
sheath for recalibration 

Source Light breathes into 
fontanelle slowly sleepily  
Sekmet my...

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Sun and traffic - day economy.
Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired
to be angry. Each day a step
toward death. What is being accomplished? The
small satisfactions
within each day. Book consciously read.
And frustrations. Package dropped, honey...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated...

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https://youtu.be/c1gNm21YzfI


When last I visited India almost a decade ago
I recall riding on my brother's scooter 
as he drove me around town,
And I saw fully veiled Muslim women
half their faces veiled, masked in Niqab 
driving scooters,...

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I have heard many moms repeat
"You never stop being a parent."

Sadly, I don't see or hear that quite so much from the dads,
although I know of remarkably nurturing exceptions.

I thought of this as my impossibly...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 1 by T. Wignesan

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See them opening the doors to welcome you to the shore. See them opening the door, they are asking you for more. Get your business in line and make way for the divine, open up...

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Her full name was Labyrinthia Pennyweight Babineaux, but her closest friends called her Libby. She was of blended French, German, and Native American heritage. Her Great Great Grandparents were said to have come from a...

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BREAKING THE SILENCE : NO MORE

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Glass shattered a
Saturday afternoon tea ~

Silence holds steady
black fleeced momentum 
for its own ripping
when lightning as whipping 
fire from Heartbeat of
Sun slashes its Void
loudness to tumble...

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Taming a tropical topical tree? Taking a trunk? Telling a tailor? Traversing a tale? Many ideas. Much like the ideological dramas of a beach front. Wavelength of winds. Movements if the tides. Coconuts can jump...

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Empty nest syndrome, plus lapsed romances revisited...
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris
sentimental memorialized mental archive

No matter mine eldest daughter
(born December 22nd, 1996)
starred circa within storied
Matthew Scott Harris family
rendition of Breaking Home Ties.

Now interspersed with
following recherché trivia:
originally titled...

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If I can say it,
but not sing it,
or even hum a resonant melody
that feels like it,
then perhaps my greater gift
is silence,
at least for now,
until toxic seeds
ripen into our healthiest
resilient,
harmonious,
fertile wealth.

So, sing to me,
divinely doctrined Missionaries
and...

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Private Residence

Sign at the gate – no solicitors –
Beyond the rosewood door sanctuary in seclusion
Untouched by hands racing round
A face framed by chimes and alarms –
Measures of mincing minutes
Exiled with suitcases packed
To astral planes of...

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In the evening, the passerby while lonely passing
Heard some noises of an unseen cart on other way
Which he mistook bone breaking, tearing, chopping,
Murmuring, rumbling, trembling sounds all around,
He was confused, fixed, feared and crying uttering
“Is...

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In the twilight of my inner realm, where shadows weave intricate tales,
I wander through the corridors of my mind, a silent observer of my own despair,
A passionate obsession with the outside world, the private lives...

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Both of my daughters 
have married and moved on
both now have lives 
and homes of their own 

both their “old” bedrooms
now empty of them
their laughter 
and music  

still harbour their presence
their energy and love
and...

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Beate’s last dance?

She has the graceful air of a benevolent Queen,
Walking tall and fearless in the rain,
Focussed, yet completely relaxed and serene,
Even though, she knows her fear and pain
Cannot be unjust, bitter or mean 
And:...

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Blanketing the earth in a frosty glistening
Beckoning to the heart – wonders so breathtaking,
Lifting the spirits with flakes like glitter, lustrous
Silence, gentling the thoughts and the scene,
Where feelings flood the night with soft and tender
Lights,...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 36 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


She must have left the door, dear letter,
After my detention in the police...

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Vasava
An untold story 


The story as Vasavadutta originally conceived and written by my late father Dr.Amar Nath 
Kapoor*  in Hindi many many years back, but Accidentally the major portion of his hand 
written manuscript...

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Patradoot or The Messenger26 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


These Indian women, who were called salves of man,
And even...

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Patradoot or The Messenger        42/50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



You will find everything here,  disarranged...

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Patradoot or The Messenger  2/Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late 
father Dr. Amar Nath Kaporr around 1932


English version 

Being a prisoner I can bring my beloved,
In my mind through meditation only,
Due to separation...

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