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The Time That Is Moving Round Me Now 1 - 3

1
some are going ahead
some are going back 

having my fingers wielded 
on an old type-writer
i’m thinking what should i do 

a pretty long time passed away
since the village alphabet 
had bade me farewell 

in my recent thinking 
there is a severe harikiri 

the song 
that i have sung in a deep forest 
in front of the wild flowers 

now when i am sitting  
under the ceiling-fan 
of the heaven 

i can see that both 
the lyric and the tune of the song 
have vanished


 2
this morning 
i’ve woke up little earlier 
to observe the dawn 

the flags of my behaviour 
are posted in the grass-land 
around me 

no one should take them 
as the handkerchiefs of 
a demon 

a group of people is harvesting 
the paddy of the spring-season 

i too join them to remember 
the water-game of the ducks 

i’m speaking less 
or keeping mum 

but there remains so many topics 
to be discussed 

the battle of the ballots… 
the global recession… 
the climate-change…
the terrorism…
the joint-force…
 

 3
i’ve made a thorough discussion 
with myself 

so many arguments which lead to 
even so much fighting 

i see that there has been not 
much lamentation or brooding  
not much grief or sorrow 
not much tension or anxiety 
of my own 

all the time 
surrounding me only is a grey 
non-attachment 
and a joy sans any emotion 

then i think 
if the rose can forget its sorrow and distress 
why should I remember them 
with so much pain and pancreatic problems


In the Middle

"...I'm in the middle of you..."

I heard her voice deep in my ears
Stepping forward and beyond my fears
Her dark form appears in my mind
Night after night in rhyme after rhyme

"... can't say for true, if she hears me too..."

Skating day on sheets of ice
following lines on a grid penned twice
flowing hair just beyond my reach
I push the ink to learn her speak

"... it's you..."

"...I saw the note you left in truth..."

Typed into light in the open air
Quiet visits let me know she's tHere
Walking soft on blades of grass
curious about 'You',
in the looking glass.

"... I'll come find you..."

Watch the duck in the tales of cat
Swimming by so nonchalant
Koi in the reeds are gradient
Shadow in the trees are radiant
And in the rabbits hole, she sat silent

I watched her scan the fire I made
Critical eye in the flaming shade
Pans the 'who' in the Daja Vu,
She penned to me once...

"...I'm the center of you..."
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
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Form:

Blackness

Blackness…
I’m afraid
I can feel it, so dense
It knows me… it holds me
As it to keep me in suspense

Where am I? 
I’m terrified, my throat is dry
I can feel it…
The blackness rubbing against me
It loves me… it wants me 
I feel it’s hungry

“Hello?”
“Any body there?”
I can hear some 
It’s near, I swear
“OK! The jokes over,”
“It’s not funny any more.”
“You win, I give in,”
“Just open the door”

“Hello?”
“Oh! God”
The screaming
Now I’m really scared
It’s piercing,
Increasing 
With every breath

Oh! God make it stop
I’m on my knees
I’m blocking my ears 
It gets louder, make it stop please!!!

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
I’m burning, I’m on fire 
I can feel every desire
Amplifying
Agonising
Stabbing me like hot wires

The blackness is biting 
Chunks out of me
I cannot stop it. I can’t see it
It consuming my body

I see pictures, of people 
I cursed and hate
The wrongs I did
I cannot right, it’s too late.

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
I’m burning, I’m on fire 
I can feel every desire
Amplifying
Agonising
Stabbing me like hot wires
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
Form: Rhyme

Just Had To See

My heart is beating inside my chest
As I run and run no time for rest.
There is a full moon out tonight
I want to be back home in the light.

But silly silly me
I just had to go and see
What was out in the woods
Should have known...no good.

Oh lord how was I to know
That this moons iridescent glow
Would bring forth this man
This beast known as a Lycan?

I thought it all a myth, a fable,
Oh my as I run on legs unstable.
He is behind I feel his breath
Oh my I do not wish to see death!

He grabs and throws me to the ground.
Will he leave me here? Will I be found?
Oh GOD that hurts, his fangs his bite.
Oh why oh why can't I even fight?

Will I even be able to live?
Though their bites do give
A virus so very strong
That you should not live long.

The werewolf is gone
I am still here on the lawn.
Looks at my wound and sees
It is not bad, but am I free?

The next full moon is but a month away
Oh lord how can I keep my panic at bay?
Nothing to do but wait and see
But I fear and feel men will flee.

This Turtle's Lament

I am so screaming bloody MURDERrrrr!!!!!!!!
catch that Poet Destroyer!! (grr, grr, grrrrrr)

She took my turtle sweetie
then said he tasted salty

Well what did she expect?
She is now my prime suspect!

Gone now is my turtle lovey-poo...
and I'm left crying boo-hoo-hoo

I'm plotting now my sweet revenge
for my love's death I will avenge

Watch out, pd I'm watching you
oh! the pain--your turn to stew!!

Did you know sea turtles shed tears?
Were you not moved when they appeared?

What did you do to the shell?
Did you sell it, do pray tell...

my heart is really breaking, b-r-e-a-k-i-n-g
were you the one who did the chopping??

Did his bones go crunch, crunch, crunch?
who else did the munch, munch, munch?

Thanks to you I shall never see him smile,
never see him again swim in style.

                 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Huh? Who is this crawling towards me??
none other than my turtle honey!?!

What? You mean turtle news got it wrong?
You mean, they messed up all along?

pd wasn't cooking you at all? and not Soup?
So you're telling me I've been duped??

But I know they said she was eating turtles!!
Devouring them in between chortles!!

popping them in her mouth like candy
then chasing them down with shandy! 

Oh. OH. OHhhhhhhh.


well why didn't anybody tell me earlier?
now I have to say sorry to p. destroyer??

Ok, ok, I'll be the bigger turtle and apologize.
Sorry so sorry pd, I didn't realize...

You were eating Chocolate turtles, the pecan kind
*blush* *blush* teeheehee, spare me some, if you don't mind??




August 3, 2010 written for pd's turtle soup contest
ahaha a bit long-winded sorry I didn't know 
where this would take me, had fun though,,,,
+ Linda-Marie I hope you don't mind, I just had to 
take from your honey poo & use "poo" as well
 for my own turtle-poo ;) lol too cute
Form: Couplet


The Canto of Begging - 1 To 4

the canto of begging

1.
when the morning sets in
with the sun rising in the east 
i put on the dress of a beggar 
extended up to the horizon
and the canto of my begging starts 

i beg 
beside the big-bazar 
beside the fly-over 
beside the college-campus 
beside the cow-market 

you then put your elbow 
on the body of the day 
giving a perfect and unbiased pose 
to attached to the album of life 

people of the working-class 
spread hither and thither
to write some more decimal fraction 
on the notebook of life

2.
in the dusts and soil of rural-bengal  
in the testament written by the grass
i am a son of the immortal 

my begging-bowl is the most 
favourite go-ahead of a alone man

then speaking around are 
the chop singara aluposta 

and the love-story of a hyacinth  
blooming in the pond 
blind by mud 

also in the overflowed dustbin of the city 
waiting rightly with an erected head  
the excitement of your absence 

3. 
coming to this canto of begging
do you know 
i  enjoy both 
your intensity and your sharpness

your secret current flows me to the pore of the skin 
of the body of the puller of a hand-barrow
your cold attracts me 
towards the syllabus of waning moonlight  

i do realise now that the stale afternoons 
saved in my pocket
stitched so many new muscles 
with my vocal chord

and i’m howling in joy…
 
4.
what’s an enjoyment… hahaha…day after day
spending too much chaos 
and living to so little extent
tell me is it the least 

within the left-over on the leaf-plates
after eating by the baboos 
i can discover more and more
love 

the mango tree the grass-hopper my begging-bowl
and from the tune of the laxmi-panchali
coming from the middle-class houses
listen, how flourishing is my mother-tongue

Vampire

I lie in restless sleep,
As he once again takes over my dreams.
I see him and my heart quakes,
Now I even see him when I am awake.
In my soul he sets a fire,
The one they call Vampire.
I hear his minions at my door,
As my feet hit the floor.
They have come to take me to him,
As the light grows dim.
I only slept to be in his arms,
I couldn't see the harm.
I knew one day he would find me,
How could he refuse the blood of the Elf Queen?
They take me to him upon bended knee,
And I prostrate myself at his feet.
He is old,
From a time before Jack the Ripper roamed.
But you could not tell it by looking into his face,
All I could see upon it was elegance and grace.
I could also see lust burning in those blue eyes,
Lust that burned this soul of mine.
"Do you have any idea what I want to do,
To you?"
He said,
And my heart bled.
"You want to drink my blood,
And surrender to the delicious flood."
He was not the first Vampire to ask for my magic,
Yet he was the only one I would grant it to how tragic.
I look into his eyes,
As blue as the skies.
I see the lust inside of him,
I see it though the lights are dim.
He brings me to stand by his side,
I have awakened his Demon inside.
He turns my neck to reveal my vein,
His lust now driving him insane.
He sinks his teeth in deeply,
As my eyes glaze sleepily.
He is done finished with his meal,
But the bond is sealed.
As we lie side by side,
Only one thing comes to mind...
I have killed the monster everyone said could not be defeated,
I was the thing he needed.
To bring new life into those eyes,
And take upon his soul's cries.
As the sun rises it fall upon the Elf Queen,
And her eternal King.

For:OBIE            MO:DPS
Form: Narrative

Premium Member A Visit To Heaven

Suddenly, I find myself in a strange surrounding.
What I’m seeing defies an accurate describing.
I see faces of my relatives I used to know.
However, they have all passed on many years ago.
Some of them I know only from pictures I have seen.
I know this isn’t possible; it’s such a strange scene.
They’re seated at a table saying “Hello” to me.
Why am I here?  I know this can’t be reality!
Is Rod Serling somewhere near in this vicinity?

My great-grandfather sits at the head of the table.
Asking me, “Are you hearing me son; are you able?
I’m pleased to let you know you will be joining us soon.
We will be calling for you soon after the full moon.
Don’t worry son, I understand that you have some fear.
We all love you, and we know that you will like it here.
Make the most of your time while you are still on the earth.
You have possessed the potential ever since your birth.
Love your family, and attend to their every need.
They will return their love, and this advice you will heed”.
You will return to earth and do this.  Have we agreed?”

This was just too much for me as I fell out of bed.
I wound up on the floor, and got up shaking my head.
I thought, “That certainly showed to be an oddity!
I’m not sure if that was a dream or reality!”

Robert Pettit
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Finishing the Dream

As I tried to pull her along with me and our eyes started adjusting to the darkness, 
we realized that she was not suffering from some sort of paralysis.  Instead, a pair 
of large harry hands protruded through the sidewalk and were each wrapped 
around one of her ankles.

I am not sure why, but I unzipped my pants and started to urinate on the hands.

“What are you doing”, cried my girlfriend, full of fear.

“Our urine is like acid on their skins”, I answered, not really sure how I knew this.

She stared at me with a quizzical look on her face as if she, too, was afraid to ask 
how I knew that – fearful of what my answer might be.

As the skin burned off the large hands, my girlfriend was able to step free and we 
started running down the darkened city street.

Off in the distance was a barely perceivable blinking red light marking the 
destination I was heading for.  Even though it felt like we were running in place and 
in slow motion, the red light grew larger and larger with each lethargic step.

Finally, we reached our destination.  It looked like a domed baseball stadium 
hovering five feet off the ground.  I approached a door-like structure and 
yelled, “Permission to enter the ship” – only the sounds that came out of my mouth 
were strange bleeps and blips. 

“No humans allowed”, boomed from the spaceship in the same bleeping language 
that I had just used.

“It’s okay – she’s with me”, I responded.  My girlfriend took a step back, stared at 
me with terror in her eyes – eyes that then rolled back as she started to fall in a 
faint.

Just in time, I stepped toward her and grabbed her before she crashed onto the 
ground.  Her weight and momentum took me down with her in a soft landing with 
me cushioning her fall.

It was then that I awoke to find my girlfriend on top of me having somehow aroused 
me enough to be pleasuring her in my sleep.

"Oh, you feel so good", she moaned ...only, it came out in bleeps and blips.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Grand Festival

1.
the wind is prone to grand festival 
if you cook your own food 
by burning your hands
in the day time
at night
then you will be also eligible 
for having a ticket  
this train will not stop at any station 
then how would you get on board 
why 
then do jump in front of the wheel
the door gets open automatically 
you would also be a companion 
of that joy 
your name will also come up 
on the list of the blood donors 
with blood there will also hang 
pus and spew
the colonialists 
with a black face 
will wind up their indigo-factories
in the fire of the intellect 
the undergarment will burn 
there will come running 
bolder and bitumen 
the road is made 
your lipstick will be 
sometimes deep 
sometimes light 
tearing open the yellow afternoon 
a storm will take birth 
there will be no darkness 
in the amloki-grove  

2.
the ship is scheduled to start 
from jetty no 3
i come to stand on 
platform no 13 
when i get on board the carriage 
standing near 
it takes me and runs to a vast 
run-way
there are the lines of 
sweet briar 
i do not feel the pain of detaching 
from the soil 
when i  am flying 
through the smoothness of the lotus-leaf
i see a musk-deer was also running 
in a parallel line 
she stretches her hand 
to take me 
to the valley of her flesh 
we are turning round and round 
to enter into a volcano 
and  the flow of its eruption 
is carrying us towards a ever-snow land

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