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Early in the morning when the air was lying still
A ladybug was right outside, on my window sill.
"What the hell you looking at? I hope you get your fill.
Get on you little redhead, go find a daffodil".
Now I'm drinking at the pool and soaking up the grass,
Here comes the ladybug again and landed on my glass.
Shining like a ruby with a little bit of sass
She flipped her wings looked at me and then she made a pass!
"You wanna have a date?", she asked, her spots about to pop.
I cleared my throat, then I asked her if she was a cop.
She scoffed and looked away with a dramatic drawn out "Noooooo".
"C'mon" said she, "were wasting time. How about a go?"
We moved into the bar, she acted like she knew the game.
We bellied up with awkward chat, the barkeep knew her name!
"A mojito, hold the juice and ice? With aphids on the side?"
The lady gave a nod as if she had something to hide.
She climbed up on my shoulder and tickled on my ear.
She played along my eyeglass frames, said "Let's get out of here!"
We settled up, then settled down in the comfort of my room.
Turned on the air, brushed my teeth, Judge Judy on the tube.
In the mirror she buffed her wings, and tired from the booze....
"These heels are killing me" she said, slipped off a half-dozen shoes.
But in the sack, looking back, though my Lady was a pro,
In passion's heat, I was puzzled why she referred to me as "Bro".
I bolted up, she crawled away with a disappointed sigh.
Got outta bed, picked up her shoes. My Lady was a guy!
So if you ever visit here beware, you need to be more shrewd.
The ladybug that works this place, could might just be a dude.
Submitted: Naughty Yet Innocent Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
3/3/22
7/31/22
Can't get time back
Regardless if I tip my hat
Going down a different path
I'll leave it at that
No matter if it's been a rotten day
They always got a lot to say
Then towards god they pray
I go my own way and walk away
I overdo it at times I gotta pay
The process is drawn out or occurs andale`
With a quickness
Spreading like a sickness
Always trying to stick their nose in my business
You've no idea, because for you everyday is Christmas
One wrong move, you write me up and give me tickets
Even though you were the only witness
I don't need anyone's forgiveness
Listen, I want to hear the sound of crickets
Own a home and land with a fence made of pickets
Another stupid verbal assault
Trying to make it seem like I'm all at fault
I take it with a grain of salt
Then continue on, such matters can't cause me to halt
As I travel across the asphalt
At night often drinking liquor with or without Malt
He bluffs and she sucks
All these cheap f***s
So surprised when I speak up
It's been ongoing for more than three months
The pooling dross
Drawn out with flame
He was blamed
It wasn’t skimmed (until it was skimmed)
The old man, the new man’s loss
The Holy Spirit’s vane
In Jesus’ Name
It wasn’t prayed (until it’s prayed in Him)
The incondite cross
Roughly made
It wasn’t planed
It wasn’t finished (until it was finished)
The incondite cross
Ripped his already tattered back
The rubbing of open wounds
Against the raw wood
Vinegar to drink
Nails brushing the median nerves
I make the “crucified clench”
Every pain extends as I gasp for breath
My body wanting, avoiding asphyxiation
My mind wanting death
This is my passion that led me here
I so loved the world
That I gave my life for it
They flogged my back and front raw
I am exhausted from the blood loss
Unrecognizable
You better recognize what I have done
(I am God’s Beloved Son) for you
The overwhelming noise of the world
lands on hardened ears that have learned to ignore,
tune out, and selectively seek out the tones that are pleasing
and bring solace to their tired drums
Like the sweet silence of the night,
the chirping of a lone cricket in the night,
the low croaking of the bullfrog,
a coyote's drawn out howl across the night sky
Sweet silence fills the air
soothes the soul
giving it time to recover
from the harsh discords that fill the day
easing the fears that well up inside
and threaten to wipe out my identity
Silence is a sweet surrender,
to the longing inside to be free,
wild as the hummingbird on the breeze.
Ever had bone crushing exhaustion
Where the world looks out of proportion
Where sleep doesn’t help the feeling
Everything smells and looks unappealing
Not one second goes by where you can nod off
Hoping this day was a one off
Shutting the mind down isn’t an option
Thoughts uncontrolled into a new concoction
Mind racing faster than a race car
Every mind fog moment to the bizarre
Exhaustion buried behind the eyes
A weak smile to show disguise
From dizzy spells to feeling heavy
Wishing I could shut my eyes already
Tension headaches feel like migraines
The body locked in fear and chains
The unknown feels more daunting
Appears friends and colleagues are taunting
Anxiety taking over every muscle
Still attempting to grind and hustle
Stomach twists into knots
Realising there must be another plot
The lump in your throat making you nauseous
Every moment slow and cautious
The mental load causing physical depression
If only others knew to show indiscretion
Hallucinations after every long drawn out day
Wishing my mind will stop playing away
Quality sleep is what I need
For my mind and body to succeed
The outside world to break the cycle of stress
To be able to express without the excess
And to be calm and collected once again
From the time, I had this dream
I remember the stars I had seen,
And the splendor of lights passing
Between a brand new day awakening.
They came on tour to fill our eyes,
with the grandest festival of lights.
Dancing of knights enthralling delights.
Lanterns glowing on the fiery flight.
Their blankets haul over our street.
Swirling up above and flying below,
The orbiting moon lurking in a glow,
of a realm with the festival of lights,
Illuminating brighter in our thoughts.
A cluster of skies in this amazing place,
where stars join the galaxy of a race.
on concourse dynasty migrating to shine,
illusive displays of romance in our time.
Stars outlived the terrain we have chosen,
They look unaffected by trauma or burden.
During the night, they make reflections
Appear as carnival paths to all directions.
A cluster of stars we find in slippery places,
Leave the night by rapid flight in flashes.
They will shine again brilliantly while passing,
through the atmosphere trailing and traveling.
guide all those who come into celestial realm,
with a bright torch to shine upon our dream.
The clearest emblem on the darkest nights,
God lives on through the festival of lights.
Stunning deeds were drawn out from our soul.
People make the highest virtues in this world.
We are not alone, even when left on our own,
The soul is never far away from the other home.
There are many nations of people and race.
All humanity is journeying to the same place.
Turn at the lights, crossing from peace bridge
To find destiny where all pedestrians merge.
Since retirement
I have gradually become more disappointed
with watching
and listening
to performers,
to on-screen entertainments,
to emotional yet disembodied hypnosis,
to vicarious fascinations
now suspiciously corrupt
Performance watching
becomes a cheaply vacuous substitute
for real life engagement
in compassion with embodied hope;
Or even social disengagement
in disdain
with chilling cynicism.
I feel drawn out of retiring
and into some healthy perspiring
in a fluid multicultural river
watering compassion,
Steering clear of a tangle of wires
and technology
feeding isolated despair.
Mindless entertainments
are probable on screen
and possible reading choices too
Feeling guilty as I age
leaving way too much
for future generations
to undo.
Too needy
and wounded
and busy protecting privacy
Projecting charismatic fame
to blame
and shame
for all my ambivalence,
doubts
dark nights leaning into fear
to risk more
than breathing through another episode
of Mary Tyler Moore
and more
USA middleclass white folks
entertaining
without engaging
Show
On screen time
is too much less
than Just Show Up.
Is the feather touch of a fast flying bird eternal?
Does a tinge of tap of a butterfly turn love-journal?
Feelings fluttering like passersby do not come to stay,
Feel it with a pinch of salt and walk away, anyway...!
Though the gentle breeze of the seashore has warmth much to give,
Does it, like a constant companion, come with you to live?
My sentiments are often like my tea cup and my lip,
They have iffy brushing and pressing only when I sip...!
Passion and compassion has abruptly drawn out restraints,
Can't I, when you occupy my private space, have complaints?
If you, in the name of love enter in heart and break it,
Do you think, for your skin deep love I will myself submit...?
Love is love, finally. There is no alternative truth,
Should I, for the sake of your lies trust all that is uncouth?
Bye, bye, my deceiver and dissembler, my hypocrite!
Let us, like the train-tracks , move forward, though not split or slit...!!!
15 June 2023
What's Love Got to Do with It - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
Autumn leaves an aftertaste that kisses cold.
Then transfuses startled green veins with gold.
A shivering whisper, slips through oak and elm.
As faded yellow disciples tumble from their realm.
As it hums through wheat; the heavy heads bend low.
To ripen while the last warm amber winds still blow.
A long-drawn-out sigh, draws summer from its reign,
Gold and red leaves tumbling down to an empty lane.
Thin mist curls upwards from the cooling ground,
Cold breath slips down, through cracks, without a sound.
Gasps rattle shutters, and worry the tiles and doors.
Sends dry leaves scurrying like mice around the floors.
Autumn breathes on apples till their red cheeks glow,
Then thumps them down one by one onto the ground below.
It finds the restless geese beneath the cloud.
And beckons them south, to join the gathering crowd.
At dusk its voice turns hoarse, as darkness grows.
Growing rasping and raw, with winter up its nose.
Then Autumn, now breathless, loosens one last leaf.
It spins to Earth, collapsing, in gold-flared relief.
Anchored in the Aura of your loyalty, the
Breathtaking mood you enhance in me, for I
Cannot fathom the length of your love
Definitely not enveloped in envy but care
Every time that phone rings you race to it
Fervently like a worship, in offerings
Garnished with sacrifices and praises
Hammered by my hypnotic smile you hug
In, triggered by my endangering tear you
Jug ruthlessly into its source, instilling
Kindness and knowledge endlessly
Like a rugged professor, family is not
Mostly drawn out of blood, you have stood
Needlessly in my heart, because the bond
Overcomes every thorn that pierces our soul
Preciously evacuating every dead ash laying
Quietly in my heart, you have genuinely and
Relentlessly proven you are worth a million
Size too enormous to spill, your support
Tenaciously clench my wrist like a pillar of
Unraveling mysteries. You share vital
Visions and make us run with it like thieves.
Wondering amid primrose you glisten like
Xanthopetals, serenading your bloom
Yet unmarred flawlessly in Perihelion, let your
Zestful being be celebrated for being a true friend.