Long Dustbins Poems

[Non-Fictional Preface: Fictional Old Folks Home/Apparition] "This is the story of two friends, both considered themselves start-up writers, whereas, one who was a bit more of an upstart, was merely known as, Robert Frost. Frost's...

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"Robert Frosts', friend, Edward Thomas was an indecisive fellow, until that one day they took the other road Edward wanted, and of course, Robert's piece was not Edward's choice to say the least, so when...

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One person, homeless, in soiled clothes
stands at intersection of two roads, stares continuously towards the road 
where palatial houses with beautiful flowered gardens are lined up.

Mesmerized imagines himself inside those bungalows
servants in queues, to serve...

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There stood the Good German. He is proud. There was also a man,
Behind the drab uniforms. The one who was plain, but whose,
Heart beat fervently and yearned for glory. When proud marches,
Passed his way, their...

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Perhaps from my childhood, it had been my burning desire,
To glance Nirmal Hriday (Pure Heart) - a home I did admire;
At the thought of Kolkotta - Mother's house - my heart did churn,
To be with...

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Buttered Fields
 
It was early when she was tickled awake
as light eased under the eaves
to trickle through a sigh of curtains,
to whisper across the bedroom floor,
to nudgingly nestle beside her…..and beam!
 
Outside the sun had...

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We are all from an Osucaste,
those prepared for the gods of the land but rejected by the sun. 
The sand we march on are our brothers and sisters, who were discriminated too. 
They died a...

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He lives there, where people love
Land as mother, worship agriculture

People of his nation, after independence
brought green, white, yellow, blue revolutions
to meet with the crisis of food
to wipe out hunger
to up root poverty.

He tills his mother...

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A jerrybuilt jumble, so shoddy, diminished;
just cubes of grey concrete with windows and doors.
It started to crumble the day it was finished.
Franco’s “solution” for gypsies and moors.

It’s called “La Dehesa”, the pasture, the grange.
The old...

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Far away from the discomfort under my skin
My soul rejoices
Recoiling at sorrows that like a pointed pin
Pricks my choices

Stealing my freedom
Drinking my peace of mind
Shoving me yonder the kingdom
Where once I lived unkind and blind

Pinned...

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Executive bin men out on the estate, all bad recyclers awaiting their fate
Colour coded bins for recycling your waste, only pre sorted rubbish “here” can be placed
Newspaper in this bin, glass bottles in that, don't...

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A wagon wheel in a sunset is never content with wearing a dress for it is quite partial to jumpers when it is eighty-three degrees Celsius. Excommunicated meal worms in favourite displays of rancid carious...

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Words in the Wind

By Mark D. Stucky
Winds carried away the words
that Jesus, the Word made flesh,
wrote in the dust,
while sitting near a trembling woman,
who was the accused,
who was bait in a trap.

“Adultery! Law! Stone! Death!”
Harsh...

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I was dead the day I was born

She looked straight into my eyes; as she sat right across me
 I could see fear right through her, as she mumbled with the thought of my vicious...

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Achievements not mine
Grace to my rescue
To ensure fortitude doesn’t decline
But continues in every circumstance to give Christine and I the clue

To promote humility first and foremost
If we’re to get far
Performing better, our abilities to shine...

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my life is useful,not a joke,
i'm a plastic bottle,no not just for coke,
everyday i'm important to you,
without me you wouldn't get through.
think,how would you get your squeezy sauce?
or the washing up liquid of course,
cleaners for...

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First class brains
Streets populated with them
Flaunting certificates--useless
Plus innate knowledge practical,
But unrecognised
 
Tightfisted bourgeois;
Alienated job opportunities
Reserved for own kids born and unborn
Capitalism overblown;nauseous
Grab and keep philosophy elevated
Who do you know?Who don't you know?
Keys to haven
 
You...

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Courage to promote humility
Courage to admit your mistakes
Courage to embrace malleability
Courage for noble stakes 

To die
To tackle hurdles and obstacles that seem insuperable
To fly high
The flag of integrity for the vulnerable

Whose predicament makes you sick
Although...

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Life, I’ve known you, known you because you are unfair;
Life, since I know you, I know you hardly care.
I’ve seen the heavens ripped and the ground give way,
The brilliance of the mushroom cloud desecrated the...

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At twilight I sang 
through veils of darkness,
as moon turned heads
with her crescent mourning,
and yesterdays permeate
within this etherized rhythm,
the metronome swung
a lifetime within a crescendo, 
violet tears seeped octaves
and feel distantly,
to move in life


and shivers...

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BACKSTREETS

In the back streets of my mind,
I play again the games of my childhood.
Vehicles few and far between, to interrupt our play;
Our soccer ball, leather scuffed by tarmac,
Thuds against the goal, chalked on the wall
Of...

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words,
like wind,
sweep away thoughts,
of dark cyclones twisting,
truth, friction, half-lies and neither,
informing or deceit, inane and blowing,
mouths moving on removable friends,
smiles on plastic faces,
syrup or pap,
save us!
no,
not now,
maybe not ever,
this bed we made,
then wish not to...

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I just saw this purple monster
As greedy as a pig
Not sure what kind of monster it was
But it was this purple thingymejig
I know that it really loves food
Its tummy was really big
It was searching through...

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it follows that 
     sharp slivers of time 
warp like wild geese reflected 
     across still water winging 
faces sway'd as wheat seas 
   ...

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From the shadows

The taste of bitterness lingers on tongues
Before it bathes them in anxieties 
And they emerge stripped of mind,
Altering into mindless fiends
As hope drowns in the murky waters
They once come from.

Mothers cry sad songs
As...

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