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Most restful sleep since... being in utero
Courtesy restless leg syndrome
spouse called me expletive rat fink
ousted me out the bed with plink
as lovely bones almost got extinct,
whence consoled self singing ditty
Skidamarink a-dink a-dink
makeshift burrow of pillows nsync
shuteye analogous to grateful dead,
Elysian Fields I did drink
yours truly fast asleep
found repose within eyeblink
awoke rested minus
knotted knobs entire body kink
metaphorical twisted human pretzel,
yours truly did not shrink
though disabled to walk,
hence mobility regressed
circumscribing me ambulatory
range to crawl and slink,
no matter paralyzed
(albeit temporarily), I think
above mentioned rectifies
Quandary whereat legs
shimmy and shake
keeping the missus awake
she requires daily at least
twenty four hours
of beauty rest to slake
lest she renders me into
chopped liver and/
or skewered beefcake
nuttin I divulge "fake,"
courtesy this corny flake,
who years gone by
a scoundrel and rake
straying against marital fidelity
triggering psychological earthquake
present crisis pits less at stake,
thus forgive wordplay
much more age
appropriate than pattycake,
perhaps slight hyperbole
thee only literary gambit
up figurative sleeve,
me ain't no magician,
nor gifted with holiness
able to walk across lake
thus harmlessly,
kiddingly, purposelessly...
cavort, frolick,
before darkness, when I
unduly forced to betake
self and disappear hoping the morrow
will find most bushy tailed wideawake.
The Devil spoke to me
with glee about what could be, promising, possibly,
he thumbed a drum of hearts pulsing
so I could see the drug of love
that I was missing,
a tempo true and rude impossible to elude
took my breath to the hue of blue,
reflections of calm joy and coy laughter,
refractions violent and violet floating vibrantly,
demons and angels in the flesh fighting forever for admiration
of a clever and aloof Trinity demanding dues,
he said may your body be dense and follow the sequence
of the spirits with you and never miss your cue,
I was awestruck, rendering enquiry futile
as prayers in perdition,
the clouds were copious, his face lucent & sizzling,
nefarious and dangerous these galleys and valleys are,
gamble the gambit of your soul's sanctity,
In the cold stillness consumed by a gray melody
an ancient perfume of rose blood
inflated my mind moonstruck,
a woman wise and disguised like a brilliant bandit
with persuasive eyes presented to me keys to her city,
the Daughter of my Devil was indellibly pretty and sitting lonely saying,
believe me through love and find liberty,
try your luck in rivers red
and in deep seas soliciting felicity,
pick a course and secure your rolling rope
to this feather never to pluck,
horse power and a flower dower,
love your Mother always in hallways dark,
then I was born once more -
J.A.B. 2003
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before”
Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven.
I’m sitting on the cusp
of blazing silence,
watching thick
sullen clouds
swerve in funeral pace,
as ruby reds within
ravishing rainbows,
disappear into depths of
blue laced emptiness,
like silken fire rising from
a diamond-furnace,
illustrating the venom
rushing through
my veins in vain.
The sun always knew
of the pain I swirl to
amongst silhouettes
of burning stars.
I am a mistress
of darkness,
crowned beneath
a fallen sky
sequined in
sinful sapphires
and amaranth angst.
Throned to a kingdom
that has no air
for fragile flowers.
I’ve faced cruel
fangs of reality,
that fed my paranoia
with wistful peonies.
There’s no ray of twilight
for the tormented tears,
I hide behind
the shimmering
horizon, painted with
dandelion dreams in
dreary drowsiness.
And I surrender at
the edge of
doom to an
agony of a pawn.
But there’s no
running from a
lethal kiss that kills,
like the queen’s gambit
that would freeze your
soul into thickened vapors
of bleeding ice.
Yet the moon looked straight
through my soulless eyes,
hoping I would taste
an ounce of her truth.
If only facts would reveal
tiny seeds of grief that
were sprouting steadily
into what they
call "madness"
maybe then they would
have known,
even black roses
bleed the same as red.
Would you Adam & Eve it on the eve of the Ashes a simple gambit
Folks Bazball blokes won't choke are bespoke Stoked and up for it
Heed & feed that decreed need for SPEED to impede Aussie cricket
Trick pick slick mix of quicks in nick at a decent lick.... just the ticket
Get set for the ferocity of this racy quintet each one a bowling bandit
Along with Big Ben his pacy men with a stun speed gun for fun habit
Fastest speedster pack all out pace attack ever sent to OZ God dammit
Genesis of old nemesis not giving a toss about the old Colonial boss innit
In a spin larrikin sin of BazBall getting under the Aussies skin.. just admit it!
On trial England's new wile & guile style versus all that vile bile denial sh*t
Stokes's bowling banquet not just a treasure chest but also a safety blanket
Reigning by regaining the Ashes crest of best Test conquest on the planet!
To the Circuit of Energy permeating the garden, sustaining the canopy permeate
Washing through with waterfalls, cascading rivers, and upwelling springs the fermement
Was magically darkened when Eve took her classes at Satan’s grove
Where one tree (or gate or pedestal) stood, and the devil appeared like hand in glove
To capture her attention, draw her away from her programmed obligations
Little did she know that the devils deal would lead to abnegation
Of her rightful role as a helpmate, swquaw and poets wife
To rule as co-creators, in innocence, with her husband – Adam – and without strife
Although the invitation to new knowledge might have raised her curiosity peaked
‘Perhaps’, she thought, ‘only to have this new experience’ would raise her from meek
Humility. And give her new insight into helping her man: new insight new skills
How was she to know that the tree of good and evil would not fulfill
Any decent role in sustaining the garden, or giving of strength
Had she known that she would be banned from paradise, and removed a full length
From the easeof leisure, the peac of pleasure, which passes all understanding
What a tragedy then, when she engaged the devil without comprehending
The consequence of taking that fatal action, to partake
In the fruit and lust of the wicked tree: when after she began to fake
The full collapse of her station to assist the 1st Man, her original matrimony
She had, perhaps unwittingly disrupted her union with man, and sundered its harmony
With the role of Adam as a spokesman and poet was now broken
The life from before, when he merelyspoke and observed had become a token
Memory. Speech itself a vestige of what life had been when it was perfect
For Eve had introduced vast new knowledge through her dalliance when the devil depicted
A fuller knowledge of all the trees of the garden once fecund
Now all that once gave life in full, a mere second
To Eves infinite question; to probe the everlasting and to question
From what source, and what deep came the gall of God’s order not to mention
The mercurial things that she had seen in Eden, the sweet lull and whisper
And perhaps her fall, the devils gambit settled the mist-in-her
Starting with the book move,
Hii, it's pawn to e-four.
Don't act like strangers,
You've seen this move before.
Now my knights came into play,
It's surely an awkward move.
You won't understand my intentions,
And it might hurt you out of blue.
Now I'm cluttered in this position,
And there's no trick under my hat.
But I'm a true and loyal player,
You better believe in that.
It's hard for me to open up,
And castling feels secure.
I've placed my gambit.
Now the next move is yours.
Your bishop slashed me at diagonal,
And i have no good counter,
You say she's not aiming my rook,
But its obvious for me to doubt her.
Between this hustle,
My queen is under threat.
I should have been more careful,
And tried to avoid this bet.
But now I finally realize,
No matter what trick you choose,
You're just a noob to your opps
It's the game you always lose.
So that’s it for Rohit…and have to admit his parting gambit
Little to cheer in his career nadir year ..was all rather *****
Hard not to discard someone supposed to be leading the men
Even with Sharma’s zen..when you’re averaging just over ten
Time for a transition so his position was moot and got the boot
Let's not be hasty..Sharma once as tasty as anything en croute
Would loot having a hoot
But the snake charmer can’t toot his flute…went mute
In his heyday…another sashay..was there anyone calmer
Panache dasher with that me oh my hand eye
Rohit nailing it…impaling..derailing hit..sailing past the drone & toblerone
Us hailing on our phone.. run farmer..Sharma karma
Talent awoken..quick fix.. records broken
When he took his swag bag of tricks
From six and began to open..
Nothing could prevent Rohit gusto…heaven sent from the get go
Could tell..hell bent on making sure India showed..flowed and glowed with intent he bestowed
Can’t anymore tune in.. to the boon…swoon in an afternoon lagoon
The horde croon…applaud this loon …they way he scored
Maraud…home or abroad encored.. rightly adored
Remember Rohit lampoon…cherry soared..the bowler..flawed.. ignored..a buffoon floored
May rue with bemusement his denouement
Trifle sad that time did maroon & stifle
Rifle Rohit after his sublime prime & it all ended a bit too soon
they stood at the starting crease
poised for the gun to be fired,
hundred meters to run and ease
then that gold that heart desired!
morning sun set their skin aglow,
flags of nations with hopes raised,
black, white, all body shades we know,
pride of event, differences erased!
9 seconds at best is all might take,
winners, losers in fractions of scale,
how a few seconds can a winner make,
with years training, some yet may fail!
Life is a long race that we all run
that often starts with our own cry,
there is no gold when it is all done,
a few tearful thoughts at final good bye!
Life’s race is not a race at all,
should you really think about it,
time bound journey of body and soul
wisdom gained at fate’s gambit.
I travel alone, have no one to defeat,
If you want to win, just pass me by,
at final rest, one day we shall meet,
no winners or losers, we did all try!!
Written 18/06/2023
rhyme
Syllable counts from 7 to 10.
Not for any competetion- there is no race!
Be kind to all my fallen failures.
Even when I’ve burnt my house down?
Even when I’ve broken homes in two?
Even when I am guilty of misbehavior?
I’ve experienced downward spirals mangled
Everyone deserves an upward trajectory
Keep my wings up at a shallow angle
Easy raptors ride the thermals in glory
After guilt weighs us down, tales begin
Higher and higher altitude with gratitude
Compassion in despair stretches its wings
Forgive my fallen soul, I have no aptitude
Kindness and laughter have left with my son
Left alone with a house of depression’s craft
My sinister wing broken weighs a ton
Keep both outstretched waiting for updrafts
It’s not tenderness that gets me churning
It’s the warmth bringing me to mid-flight
I spiral knowing the terrors of falling
Wait with kindness till I reach new heights
Yes, I’ve burned my house down so blue
But, ashes rise when there is smoke
Yes, I’ve broken my son’s home in two
But, there is peace in two nests revoked
I wait for strength to outstretch my arms
When I’m alone I should paddle up in gambit
With a choice to rise above despair’s charm
A shallow angle above zero can break orbit
***
1 Corinthians 13:4
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.”
(which above frolicsome gambit I mastered)
After mine wife
asks for this, that
or something else rife
with intent to provide barrel of laughs,
(likened to barrel of monkeys)
yours truly crafts
description how we share mirth
validating how our respective worth
matters each to the other acting childlike
to stave off altercations
that might come down figurative pike
worst case scenario whereby I strike
mine steadfast fine
(prairie home) companion.
Neither rules nor regulations exist
to our made up silly game
whereby whenever
one of us knowingly reaches out
to latch hold of desired item
specified by name,
the other person feigns to hand over
then pulls back same
alluded to object
held aloft (think
non verbal teasing banter)
said motions sustained
moments before until...
participant/ recipient
(trying in vain to grab
their coveted cherished
jackknifed prized possession)
becomes angry as raging bull.
Ofttimes when I pretend to surrender
that specific something sought after
by her royal highness prefers advanced version,
she doth lapse into her guttural patois,
which scrambled, throttled, and vocalized
(back of the throat utterances)
metrically syncopated
(couching unspoken) unclear clues
her primal wordless request
vaguely analogous
to decipher cryptograms,
whereby, I learned to look for patterns.
Yesteryear selective pastimes
whiling away hours
included many a cognitively
challenging endeavors
comprising decoding enigmatic
intriguing looking English language riddles
located within entertainment section
of The Philadelphia Inquirer
no I could never solve sudoku,
but eldest daughter (Eden Liat -
yea "star student" who matriculated
and graduated summa cum laude
courtesy University of Pennsylvania
breezed thru those logic-based,
combinatorial number-placement puzzle.
How bland a marriage devoid of non
establishmentarian activities, none
of which include physical intimacy,
cuz me libido indeed went deep south
linkedin with half dozen plus medications
yours truly readily swallows
prescribed medication to alleviate
mental health issues such as:
anxiety, obsessive compulsive behavior,
palmar hyperhidrosis,
mild depression et alia.