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Lazy Dream Mysterious Death

From the heart of green naïve village
surrounded by corps field, mosque, ponds, 
ancestral grave yard, school, college, 
madrasah (islamic school) etc he is

brothers, sisters with parents, a beautiful family 
with relatives, neighbors he had

learned person he was, full memorizer of 
the Holy Quran and institutional study was 10th grade

but dreams touched his eyes, his breaths, his veins
the dream in the hollow eyeballs of him
flaring dreams have been gathered in his sight
dreams touched his ideality, his mediocrity, his learning
against the holy verse
dreams touched him inseparably 
dreams touched him within vain clothing
dreams touched him within flirting industrialist mind
dreams touched him within merciless sky scraper building
dreams touched him within fake benevolent charity right hand
dreams touched him abortive assurance giving to others in generosity smiling

dreams made him blind to the path of income
small income once made up him happy with family and relatives
but leaving small, come to big on the lame stretchers dreamy boat

he did not understand- dreams in lazy hands is 
misfortunate hell for upcoming every steps

dreams made him luxurious ambitious as 
the begging bag before learning how to beg

dreams made him laughter in garrulous argument 
as happiness of billionaire under torn blanket
in biting cold winter dreamy night

dream made him foolish dandy in business world 
as Xerox machines copying activities 
which has no personality to make another root 
to survive with it as parasite
  
dreams made him passerby the dark path
dreams made him lonely walker
dreams made him lonely resident on title-less building of hill view
dreams made him unknown religious in the eye view of unfamiliar him
dreams made him a dark horse in flattering broker world
dreams made him hilarious land lord in his verbose copying documents
dreams made him a beggar in heavenly real eyes of the sun, 
crystalline day approved him he was dreamer only

from the dreams he made his journey to be great 
benevolent helper of relatives and neighbors
he was dreamer but in paralyzed bone and indolent veins
and this dream awakens him in tears of mysterious death

(Written on my Maternal Uncle Hafez Abdul Allam 4th July 1962-29th July 2018, who was inactive but great dreamer, but sudden death of him makes us heart rending cry)


CHEESE



Any foodie on the brink

Of getting moody thinks

Of the dear dairy panacea 

The culinary kinks

The cultural links

Gourmet high jinx

Of no.. not Cullen skink

CHEESE


As drinks clink then sink

Where the nods & the winks

Go to the food of the Gods

The stuff that really really stinks

CHEESE
 

A noble global endeavour

Arty farty dolcelatte party

Comte & cheddar

Smutty nutty double header

CHEESE


Palette caged by a rare

Cave aged Gruyere

Who can forget..appetite whet

Heat light stand manned..expands..

Milky glue or is it silky Moo Goo 

Fanned..hands pulling strands

Eat not..planned fondue

Best damned bet 

Always get a Raclette

CHEESE


Prouder of Gouda

Or louder Parmesan fan 

Even when its powder?

Tilting to the built in love

For Stilton.. never wilting

Hard the calling card


Or more a Roquefort sort

Taught soft held aloft

French can’t bench moulds 

Aristocratic blue vein

Dramatic wench holds court

Emphatic stench & stain

CHEESE


Whatever floats your boat

Maybe Goat gets your vote 

Or those in the know

Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego

CHEESE


Young or well hung

Given time in the cellar

But won’t sneer at Paneer

Mozzarella can be stellar

Even give a damn

About dear Madame Edam

CHEESE


If you're of that whining ilk

Got that dining disease

Opining it’s just mouldy milk

Having a dig..you big tease…

Well won’t try to appease

CHEESE


Wary of the not rated

Scary squirting lube 

You squeeze with ease

Flirting fairy out of a tube

Ill fated.. pre grated or

Diced into a nice cube

CHEESE?


Or drastic vices 

Plastic elastic slices

Could go for Dairy Lea 

Fell under the Babybel spell

Or pray tell maybe

Its Le Vache qui Rit

CHEESE?


Always a winning wheeze

Ideal at the beginning 

Or end of a meal

No ratty ways of thinning


Natty diets lose to fatty riots

Choose ways of sinning

A ruse to amuse..

MORE CHEESE PLEASE 

He says grinning


P.S If eating cheese before bed 

Gives you a crappy nightmare


So what if you have fed 

On cheese in these dreams


No scrappy schemes in your head

Led to days with rays of sunbeams


Teams of happy memes instead

Well it seems only fair
Form: Rhyme

Life

Begin at the beginning is a good place to start
It makes this poem less tart 
sliding from oozed cocoon box
the lions have dens, the holes for fox 
screaming is the first noise issued 
followed by the orchestra, snap of tissued 
help, first comfort, live source 
growing, crawling, helped by guiding force 
noise, turns to speech of understanding 
running with friends, heart finding new palpating 
severed from Mother, put into class 
many hours of sunshine day passed by glass
innocence and imagination creeping 
in Mind, sponge of perpetual learning 
Ten, innocence flirting with early romance 
ending child-like state, maturity dominance 
father gone, replaced by foreign rule 
never seen someone so cruel 
Middle and High, progress to Schools
thrown into pens with some fools 
many friends, smorgasbord variety 
some try maintaining sense of piety 
learn more about self but not all from schooling 
secret meetings of passion, extreme heat, then cooling 
growing both physically/mentally 
stress where to go, what possibly 
JC, CSU, UC?
sometimes they don't let you see
more to life then this madness 
never seem to reveal or confess 
Robe, with tassel hat and gown 
some stand up and some go down 
scattered pearls among swine 
some go far, some stay close, all fine 
some going here and there 
some make it with bruises, some skin fair 
becoming adults, transitional line 
hardships or smooth sailing we will fine
working and schooling 
but who are we fooling 
it can be hard, stressful for sure 
sickness, flu season, try to find a cure 
death, taken without warning 
all of these memories consuming 
had to get this out to you all
before my brain-kept fall 
seeing life and all its glory 
all its pitfalls, sometimes gory 
side, summarizing here 
shell-shocked there and there 
flowers all in a row 
my mind will grow and grow 
internal struggle through Academia and depression 
the world, external, reflecting recession 
we will pull through, hope 
Don't let them simply say, "Nope"
life, roller-coaster up 'n' down 
spin, spin, Dervish gown 
everything turns this way and that 
skinny, bloated and fat 
but Joseph crawled from the well 
after being pushed and fell 
light returns after cycle, night 
sometimes we must throw-done, fight 
don't give up, keep going 
keep doing what your doing
Form: Rhyme

Without a Kiss

Has a tear of joy ever escaped from the window of your soul? A moment of realization that fell out of your control? Have you grown up with someone who is way out of your league? One whose presence could effect the way you breathe? Is there something you believe that changed the way you see? Or have you ever fell in love with one that was expected to never be? Imagine a lover who speaks to God about you, one who sees a truth you don't think is there, what if this is how I see you when I say your name in prayer? Though our memories are few, somehow they feel more true, for time is non-existent when it comes to you. Your the most difficult poem I've always wanted to write because no words exist to express such love at every sight. I gaze into our history for a clue as to "why?", amidst a maze of a dozen conflicting stimuli, no language could explain yet you deserve for me to try, but all I can offer is a crude illustration of a truth beyond imagination... You've always felt like more than just a crush, like a reflection of my trust, like fate flirting with a dream only love could create. The way we conversate is the melody of my song, your hypnotic sense of humor splashes the colors of a pretty pinkish dawn, the way you beautify your personality stretches beyond. Those eyes an invitation to some unknown adventure, that smile begs the question I'd spend this life to answer, almost feels like the beginning of some kind of forever. Then something else crept into my heart as well, a chemistry evolving in a way only nature would tell, every grain of knowledge gathered like an oyster in its shell, until my love for you was no longer in control, a rare precious pearl embedded within my soul. WAIT! I have to stop, language has failed me again, but how was I suppose to hold all this in? At the risk of you never looking into my eyes again, I couldn't continue to pretend that your just a friend. What happened to me is I began to see you as we will be when our love is complete, a chemistry mixed with a mystery betwixt pretty and sweet, the heart utterly eclipsed by a beauty beyond any comprehension of art. Now that it's said that leaves just one more task, it's so out of character for me to ask: if a feeling of bliss deeper than any oceanic abyss could be forged without a first kiss, how many wonderful probabilities could we possibly miss?
Form:

Premium Member T'Was the Night Before Christmas

A Very Merry Christmas

T’ was the night before Christmas
And all through the house 
Spoons were stirring the drinks
Held by every souse

The shot glasses were filled
With three kinds of whiskey
Though were often spilled
When Myrna got frisky

The highballs were placed
On the chimney with care
Until Uncle Nicholas
Tripped over the chair

By chance no kids awoke 
Because of that slouch
But Grandpa slid off
His warm comfy couch

“What was that,” He asked
“Was there a collision?”
Which in this case there was,
And not one of his visions

Yet, before lying back down
Gramps had one more night cap
Then slumped onto the couch
And squashed poor Nips the cat

While out at the bar
There arose such a noise
Because Myrna was flirting
With some of the boys

I sprung from the recliner
To help my dear cousin
And saw lads sucking shots
From her pierced belly button

Away to the window
I flew for my life
But when looking outside
There was my modest wife

Dancing in circles 
Around the snowman
Though minus a coat 
Being half in the can

When I hopped to the door
But who should appear?
My dear uncle George
With a cooler of beer

I had to think fast
For my wife and Nick
And for Myrna inside
Yes, I had to think quick

Then came inspiration
To set up the maneuver
Of thumbing my phone
For the app to Uber

I had fifteen minutes
Until the taxi’s came
So I shouted and called
Everyone by name

Now Nicholas, now Myrna
Now dear Grandpa G
Yo Uncle George
Climb in a taxi

I called to my cousins
In the midst of a brawl
It’s time to drive away
For Pete’s sake, drive away all!

And then in a twinkling
I saw on the roof
My wife of all things;
Still high on forty proof

I didn’t call out
Knowing she’d crash
Yet she jumped in the chimney
Landing on the heaped ash
	
She was dressed in a robe
That turned coal black
And I was surprised
Coz she clutched a small sack

Then my wife oddly asked
If I thought she looked chubby
But I knew that trap
Being her hubby

I spoke not a word
As she quickly rose
But when I picked her up
Tore her panty hose

I sprung to the bedroom
Flopped her on the bead
While the sack she held
Knocked me upside the head

But the bag just contained
A large carrot and stones
And ‘Merry Christmas To All’
Displayed on her phone.
Form: Verse


Psychopathic Personality

Threatening me directly in my face 
you want to appear bigger, you are not to be feared.  
Knowledge empowers....
With every breath I will speak out 
the world must know your type. 

I wont give you the satisfaction of loosing my temper, 
I will wrestle with you and always win, every time.  
Identifying prey you perpetrate, manoeuvre your way in; 
the thrill of the kill your stimulation 
relentless in your obsession which you live and breathe.  

Dangerously Intense wearing a life of normal 
turning on your killer charm, pouncing on weakness    
single....looking for love; 
Turkish delight promise no sweet filling have you, 
you reek of manipulation all in sight.  
People have no idea of what they are flirting with 
fatal attraction love is blind, 
those who dared to love you, believed your lies, sadly it's too late.

Theories are formed and tested, proprietary can disguise, 
good intuition, gut instinct it's true!, 
under all circumstances it cant just be a bit of fun, you wont let go.  

Incapable of love your'e not wired that way, sad but true, 
take care my darling the love emotion is gone.  
Don't be deceived not even for a minute when two mingled into one 
all the love in the world you don't care you say what everyone wants to hear....
I love you baby.  You say it to own it, black and white ice, control 
that's your game, we a concept you simply cannot understand, 
you chill me to the bone still I will never fear you.

I will ruthlessly expose you....flesh; the wounds of our interaction lay bare.  
Brave in life your final moments victim no, that wasn't you 
not even blood stained can define...still you oh yes, ...always.  

The traits of your psyche displayed for all to see, 
Cold, calculating, remorseless demon murderer John Doe, I will give you a name. 
Killing, disposing of all who gets in your way.  
Never taking responsibility for your actions, selfish to the core 
but intimate strands of DNA betray you.  
Knowledge empowers, defenceless we are not, we are stronger because of love x

For all the innocent individuals....Mothers, Father, Children brutally slain, torn apart, I feel your pain.....

Rest in peace.  
I/we will always remember.....
Holy as incense rising....each person lifted high  

Brave in life....silence is golden all that's left unsaid.
Form: Prose

Roman a Clef Tragicomedy

Roman à clef tragicomedy...
overlaid with façade of fiction = Mein Kampf

No need for yours truly to dig deep,
(albeit bonafide figuratively)
by Dickens thru mine Uriah Heep,
a gnarled mass creep
ping, comprising, encompassing, glomming
abysmal existence strewn with hard times,

such that I wanna leap
out this metaphorical bleak house,
a black hole in the wall swallowing
i.e. disallowing any peep
ordinarily yawping, proliferating, flirting...
now fumfering lamely issued by keep
ping low profile super tramping cheap

trickster, our mutual
friend Matthew Scott Harris,
where lack of functioning heating unit
(think male organ if ye will)
upended, rendered, discombobulated...
scrappy body electric hominid
to experience quality sleep.

Principal reason I write
to balance and aright
unexpected largesse 
(thank you dad), where
eyes suddenly got bright
and bushy tail incessantly

wagged day and night,
a sensible palliative temporarily
eased penury plight,
which cash equivalent,
viz four Benjamins alleviated quite
helpful thwarting necessity to fight

off bill collectors brandishing
armstrong lance's compelling me
to summon black knight
in shining armor lodged within white
castle amidst prickly bishop
obviously one prone easily to excite

amusing little lord Fauntleroy
groomed as heir to throne,
enthusiasm since his birth did ignite
(Aesop pose) storybook life,
where fanciful elation did take flight
buzzfeeding, droning, feasting

on par with Mister
Bumble bee in flight
sweet nectar amidst lilies of the field
analogous to stripling Adam - fine lad
eve vent chilly seeking delight.

Ah to gather rose while ye may
tis futile wishful thinking, 
now at mine three
score orbitz round sun,
which libido far out at bay
prurient predilections once

spawn time wracked to lay
waste vestal virgin such as... Little Dorrit,
now... raging hormones stagnant clay
hardened, atrophied, eutrophied,
jackknifed limp bizkit
long bereft testy tickle 

yar seaman quizzical,
slack jawed, and sullen at
deserted abandoned cobwebbed quay
ignored do not enter, keep out,
private property signals desiccated,

no place for Peter to take holiday
barring ingress to ply skin flute
amidst hollerin hootenanny,
perhaps convincingly explaining
welcoming Voldemort without delay.

Even More of the Flightless

3 
Pay attention! 
Important chicken poetry coming up, 
though no binary fantasies shall deconstruct 
into raucous biddy enjambment. 


4 
Grandfatber always kicked Grandmother's chickens away 
while he sat whittling under the Oak, 
Those ruddy, Cherokee cheeks sweating even in the shade 
as sweltering Carolina summers and bifocaled 
old women melted him away in his seventies; 
(Nothing heard by telephone, 
cackling when he put the speaker to his mouth 
or laid down to rest from the planting or harvesting, 
On the flowered sofa 
fussing with him to take off this boots, 
putting The Liberty News under his feet); 

But watching was Grandma's joy, 
Haystack Calhoun and the Nature Boy, 
wrestling on Saturday night 
on the Philco black and white, 
jumping up and jumping down 
fists flying with each takedown; 

Her fussing when he kicked her chickens-- 
He was a man of the Land not of the Leghorn; 
Course he still cut off their heads for 
Sunday dinners 
with a whistle of his axe, 
quick and clean; 
So much better than Grandmother's 
Flung blood and feathers, 
The live body's flight 
After wringing its neck. 

(You really 
Must take chickens seriously.) 


5 
Jesus, 
my brother and I hated that rooster! 
Mean! 
I'll give you Mean! 
Why that Leghorn from hell, 
with the perfidious, featherless rear, 
That wily old bastard, 
laid for us kids from under the porch 
flying at us spurs first 
when we snuck out to play. 
You had to admire his fierce 
Protecting his brood 
or just plain crazed for children's blood 
maybe. 
Therefore, I must insist 
That you take chickens seriously. 


6 
The greatest chicken lit will not be televised, 
but written by neurotic poultry 
flirting with free verse 
or thrown helplessly into concrete idioms, 
wallowing in dirt-poor sentience; 
Dissertations 
on the identity crises of Rhode Island Reds 
and the propensity of White Leghorns 
to transfer insecurities of undifferentiated 
consciousness 
as violence enacted on certain small children 
will be written but will probably not help chicken poetry endure. 


7 
Yet, 
I pledge allegiance to the celebration of chicken poetry, 
And the underappreciated poultry for which it stands, 
One species, flightless but enduring, 
With free range and corn for all.

If Trump wins rest in peace Mother of Freedom

If Trump wins...rest in peace - Mother of Freedom

Post mortem courtesy 
Doctor Demento yielded 
Lady Liberty lies slain...
videre licet knocked senseless 
from brutal blows upon her crown
simultaneously shouldering existential crisis
triggered nervous breakdown
though rendered mute 
sound of silence doth expound.

Forsooth impeachment hearings 
rendered him immune 
to chastisement, insurrection 
he did foment, blithely 
skirting impairment appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain

finger of guilt
damaging democracy points
to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke – as a red badge of courage
bankrupt countless times
and pulled out all stops,

viz unbridled thundering, 
espousing philosophy gain
amass wealth, unscrupulous
if necessary where,
might equals right cold play'n
deadly serious game (Life) train
sight squarely and/or roundly
scattered lovely bones
amidst tombstones testimony
incidental secondary fallout main

part and parcel, where legerdemain,
plus art of the deal linkedin
with immeasurable gloating
ego necessary to gain
con fetter writ oligarchy plain
successfully cheating, hocking,
milking, quaffing, and trending,
yielding dynastic rule
trumpeting eternal and carnal
stormy Daniels reign

vaping with wealthy
zealotry (think vain)
at electorate expense
tampering koolaid acid test
courtesy illegals sown GMO grain
colluding when/where possible,
never losing sight regarding
selfish mission to attain
obligatory ideal tyranny
rampantly running roughshod,

no need to explain
writing sleight underhanded profane
antithetical, critical, heretical quatrain
badgering, belittling, besmirching,
bilking, boasting, bragging with disdain
flagrantly flaunting, fleecing,
regarding purported B.S. degree
in economics he did attain
matriculating Wharton School of law,
hmm... methinks he paid

hireling from Ukraine
forever flirting, flouting, and flunking
even basic geography questions
case in point being 
where is Drury Lane
additionally, he ain't 
no literati familiar
storied quasi fiction Citizen Kane.
Form: Rhyme

Magical

Magical
You kiss me like you really mean it
You hold me like you really don’t want to let me go
You make love to me like it’s the last time
It’s been forever since someone looked at me like you do
It’s been ages since I’ve feel this flutter inside when being close to someone
How long I have waited to experience what you have awoken again
Let’s get drunk on our love and desire
Because together we are magical

I want to stay in your embrace
I want to be all that you didn’t even knew you needed
You drive me crazy with frustration and desire
Unable to deny my feelings for you
Not willing to resist your charm
I want to be yours; I want to say your name out loud
I’m bubbling with joy and bursting with love for you
You just make me feel magical

I am crazy for you
Falling in love with you
Thinking about you when the sun breaks
Longing for you when the moon rise
This feeling inside me is getting stronger
Lifting me to reach the highest, brightest star
Allowing me to experience feelings I didn’t know existed
It’s just magical


When our eyes meet, my heart flutter uncontrollably
When you touch me, shivers sparkle through each and every nerve
The smell of your skin, the taste on my lips, excitement overload
The way your fingers run through my hair
How you pull me close like you want only me
You make me feel just magical
My eyes run over your body
Lovingly kissing and caressing every inch of you

I want to be the only one to turn you on
I want to be the only one tempting and flirting with you in your dreams
I want to be the only one that makes your heart skip a beat
I want to be the only one that makes you feel it when our eyes meet
I want to be the only one your lips want to kiss
I want to be the only one your arms want to embrace
I want to be the only one you have a desire to endlessly make love to
I want to be the only one you long to have beside you during day and night

You make me feel special, magical
You make me feel cared for, like I matter
I experience so much feelings with you on my mind
I feel such a warmth in my heart when I think about you
I may not know much; I may even doubt a lot
But one thing I do know….
I don’t want to be without you; can’t imagine my life without you anymore
Because this feeling is just too magical

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