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Christmas in Newyork
Fresh pigeon peas, jug Gug, a leg of pork
Turkey well marinated, freshly bake coconut bread
Line up to be place in the old brick oven,
Hammering above the windows as the rods goes up
Freshly varnish floor, glistening under the old oil lamp
Here I am once again alone on Christmas eve,
Drinking eggnog and soaking a Virginia ham in the sink
No caroling singing, in the background
Only my chosen pick on You tube,
My girl Toni Braxton, singing another sad love song,
My heart saddens, as I relived those memories,
Cold up North, a chill felt apartment
I long to be home, as little Annie again,
I got up and head to the kitchen sink
To seasoning my duck meat.
Before I get drunk and fall flat on my face.
I will always be a Caribbean girl.
I reached retirement age a year ago,
but still I like to teach and so I do,
but three days now instead of four a week.
I start at 9 and finish up by 2.
I love my students, and I joke with them.
My class most fun is an elective: Film,
but first class of the day I love the most
because our foreign students need it most.
It’s grammar, and without it, other skills
fall flat. I feel that it’s my strongest suit.
Although my major happened to be Spanish,
I felt inadequate, nor did I want
to teach our teens so little motivated.
One doesn’t get paid well in ESL,
but students are adults who wish to learn.
My personality goes great with teaching
since I love words and knowing how they work.
I get to be creative and tell stories
to illustrate my point to students who
appreciate me. From them I learn too!
I came to poetry in my mid-40’s.
I’d only written stories in my high school,
I now use poetry to write about
all sorts of things, by using classic forms
in which the structure of a sentence matters.
I love poetic elements such as
alliteration, rhyme and metaphor.
I’d never make a stunning free verse poet.
Iambic beat came coursing through my veins,
and led me to the way I write today,
Sitting hurts when your happy
Sickness aches when your stale
Stutters fall flat in the hail
Still, silence emerges the most scrappy
Never was one to take off
Noble and steadfast
Not once did I leave you cast off
And Now yet I’m the one who’s last
This feels like kismet
Though one with no fate
Your gave me to dark burden of hate
Then proclaimed that “this is what I get”
To you I’m a dark comedy
Funny but also sad
A beholder of tradgity and oddity
Only A guilty pleasure to be had
You see those voices on the screen
But I hear them at noon
Telling me I better start begging soon
Or else you’ll be gone with the leaves of green
And those leaves will burn
Then dissipate into a firey ash
The ash will grind as my lungs churn
And those lungs becoming the fire of my match
9/20/21
In a world full of males that act like a 'tom cat'
Truth be told, they're at the bottom of the food chain like a wombat
I'm tired of people treating others like dog crap
More destructive than a swamp rat
I wasn't always on track
Traveling down a lost path
In the sky I saw a flash
While sipping out a tall glass
Never got a call back
Or thought I was 'all that'
Said it would be a 'small tax'
Yet it never had your best intent at heart
From the start
Leaving you to fall flat
The guilty usually panic and haul ass
Meanwhile most of y'all yap
A life of perks and drawbacks
There'll always be contrast
At my best or worst
Set to work
Meanwhile the greedy obsessed with net worth
Too f***ed up and hungover, sometimes my head hurts
Often I was the one who bled first
Winding up with a red shirt
First things first
All over this Earth
Do your research
Too often people getting coerced
And usurped
Evil lurks
Not always a blessing, but a curse
If there's one thing I know
Ups and downs, just how life goes
Clearly time shows
Always got to stay on my toes
Not exactly Mozart
For the most part, paid attention and listened
Took wisdom
Found it by not being a chicken
The secret was hidden
And in an area deemed 'forbidden'
As the situation diffused or plot thickened
In this cruel yet beautiful world we live in
You can step up to the plate,
and hit that game winning homerun.
Everybody in the stands is cheering,
the newspaper says that your number one.
Or swing and miss and fall flat on your face,
while the other guy rides off with your dreams.
Your girlfriend tucked under one arm,
his pockets bursting at the seams.
Leaving you filled with shame and regret,
trying to find the bullets for your gun.
But remember there’s another game tomorrow,
no matter who it was that lost or won.
So keep on dreaming, planning, and scheming,
all the dreams that might never come true.
It might be happiness, it might be sorrow,
no one knows which is waiting at the end for you.
There is one thing we all have in common,
no matter if your life is filled with rain or filled with sun.
Ain’t nobody going to remember you,
when it’s all said and done.
Borrowed I’ve pain, pills on credit,
Ever since, I feel not so fit.
When all get drenched, welcoming rain,
The parched me waits home, you to greet.
Should rain come on time, ends the wait,
You come not, my heart stays unlit.
Oh how to muse, metaphors fail
And fall flat failing to well fit.
Cornucopia, nor copious kit,
Pleased I’m with your flitting self’s bit.
Let world cheat with chit funds and likes,
Your mere shadow shall my need meet.
If not, in this world of audit,
Who'd do my ghazals some credit?
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Ghazal |12.11.2021| life, love
12/30/20
Their stuff they are flashing
Towards others they are bashing
They get a kick out of it, and continue laughing
They think they are all that
Against me, you'll fall flat
And never get a call back
Just another small cat
Who always tries to talk crap
When you see me, panic and walk fast
Come get it, if you want the ball back
Or continue being a mall rat
Life showing so much beauty and turning ugly
Knuckles often bloody
They always find it funny
They got so much money
And your struggling, daily and monthly
Often self-inflicted
Or from addiction and prescriptions
By myself can't always fix it
Often need help, just can't kick this
Until I'm fully committed
Go figure
There really is a bigger
Picture
I'm working on vigor
And rigor
How dare you litter
Got no time to bicker
Or remain bitter
Don't care if we differ
People often thinking they are quicker
Richer
Slicker
And thinking sinister
Most just trying to get through winter
Not getting upset if they lose and aren't always the winner
Or going around and calling others a sinner
Just trying to remain chipper
On both sides of the river
It warms the soul, or gives you shivers
I'm not being a kidder
Here's the kicker
If you want to be a trickster
Prepare to be chopped liver
My lips wanted to fall in love
My lips wanted to fall in love,
I did not want to, but just as the milk
boiled over from the pot on the stove, a bitter smell—
Poems fly around gravity.
Walking down the road, I stumble,
fall flat on my face.
Borrowing a breath from the eyes of a bee,
I think there are some memories, some fantasies,
that remain with the mother of spinach.
The drunkard is singing as he staggers along.
A sacred bull stands in the middle of the road,
and with a belly full of hunger, I return home.
One side is hollow within,
the other filled with hypocrisy.
The fallen condition of the Harijans does not end.
Sometimes I think, My Lord,
how many geniuses are swarming all around me,
so why am I stumbling when I go to the grocery shop?
Sunlight comes through
the branches and leaves of the neem tree, broken sunlight.
The mute becomes articulate,
they begin to speak, to tell stories.
A monsoon night. Dense darkness. A village road. Water and mud.
Fireflies in the bushes. The croaking of frogs. Crickets.
The smell of the primordial earth drifts through the air.
Humans have created cities; there are no humans in the cities.
Some strange creatures live in the civic zoo.
My poor verbs cannot touch them.
If you can keep the Faith,
When everything looks dark,
If you can look on the bright side,
When you seem to have missed the mark,
If you can hold your head high and smile,
When your heart tells you to cry…
If you can hope for a better tomorrow,
When it would be easier to sit and sigh,
You’ve got it!
If you can bite your tongue,
When others’ are running loose,
If you can say kind things about enemies,
When they have said unkind things about you,
If you can fall flat on your face,
And see the funny side of things,
If you can lose everything you have,
And, still wear a smile and sing,
You’ve got it!
Faith does not depend upon what it sees,
It wears rose-colored glasses.
It can sing in the darkest night.
Faith is not daunted by what others say.
It remembers that in time everything passes.
When Faith is confronted with the impossible,
It looks for “that way to escape.”
Like the ram caught in the bushes,
Faith believes- anyway!
It does not just believe in today.
Nothing is final-except Death.
Faith looks at the ashes…
And dreams of tomorrow.
No matter how bad things are now,
Faith says… “It could have been worse,”
And thanks God that He has helped-
Even in the midst of tragedy.
The next guy needs to know somethings
Here are some warnings
Just thought of losing her love does more than sting
But, her cold skin should be ur first warning
Letting u know how cold she is on the inside
Once ur feelings for one-another r verbalized
Move slowly, don't hover
She'll feel smothered & not wanna be ur lover
Her entire body will be photographed by ur mind
When she is gone the sun won't shine
Ur sanity will be hard to find
Closing ur eyes brings her to ur sight
She'll pull u in tight
Then walk away, out of sight
Her need to be in control makes her pull back
Words, deep from ur heart will fall flat
No feelings from her will be shared
Nobody will hear ur heart cry
Touch her lips if u dare
Make sure that u tell the next guy
In the end, u will be the only one who cares