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I woke up from my sleep to find
Someone chloroforming me with a napkin
I open my eyes again to find
My arms and legs broken
With my weak structure I lied simply on a pillow
To seek for light to find
A handsome creature standing
To speak with no words from a tightened tap
Just to get a simple reply
Where am I?
He savors in seeing me cry
As he wipes my uncountable tears with his cold hands
I opened my eyes, trying to see him as long as this lasts
People may come and take me he says
With sobering words he speaks
Of my organs and parts as price
We were alone in this passive darkness
With no other than one light
I was afraid I started to cry
With mournful cries asking why
He needed money he repeatedly states
But why me
All that I asked
For that he has no motive
As he left me alone
To sink in my tears
To dehydrate from fear
As hours past I slept them
With much force the unseen door opened
And two large men arrived
Holding me harshly to carry me
As I was unable to resist
They placed me on a white bored
Above it glowed a huge white
I could see their faces now
I could see him with the scissors and knife
As they left us
I tried to move but
Defeated bone deceived will
I screamed as mild dagger entered skin
I always knew my time would come
But not like this
I opened my eyes in shock
I was not dead
I looked around and saw
All that has been taken
A kidney that I used to possess
Oh,cruel poetess!
I am your everflowing writing pen,
never did you write a poem for me
though I longed for it again and again,
you write so many poems every day
and I shape them without any fail,
Oh,cruel poetess!
Why don't you write me a fairy tale?
Oh, heartless poetess!
Though I am with you since a long ago,
you never tried to listen to my heart
or even never sincerely cared to know,
the words that I wanted to write down
to create a heartfelt poem of my own,
Oh,heartless poetess!
Do you think I don't have any emotion?
Oh, mindless poetess!
When my mind was clouded with pain,
you didn't bother to write a joyful poem
showering through me an ecstasy of rain,
which mingled with my tears on their way
making my path slippery,hard to find,
Oh,mindless poetess!
Why don't you try to read my mind?
Oh,careless poetess!
When you scramble for words to write,
but they stop flowing into your mind
please don't put me in your mouth and bite,
for that is too much painful to me
instead just touch me with your lips,
Oh,careless poetess!
Why don't you give me occasional kiss?
Oh,my dear poetess!
from today please care me a little more,
and write for me that fairy tale poem
with all starry imagination of your,
please do it before it is too late
for old age is turning me weak and frail,
Oh,my dear poetess!
Why not you start today that fairy tale?
© kashinath karmakar
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Placement:None;(April 2011)
Contest:Beseech
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
By:kashinath karmakar (4th April 2011)
*DRUNKEN POET*
There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy
Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.
Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too spoon.
Next thing you know his words start getting deep.
Poeting out words revealing he's the family's black sheep.
His blood shot level was releasing his emotional word.
Dreaming that I was in a bath like a dirty bird.
Intoxicated with a breath so refreshing.
Designing me a thousand passionate ones in the meshing
Falling for his physical and mental temporary drunken state
His sense of intellectual things where hitting me real straight.
Swallowing his words like a forbidden love potion
I excessively indulged him with more alcohol to inspire his motion
Admitting to me that love was his downfall.
For me he fell from the stars and than began to crawl.
Proposing a toast for the sake of love
Rambling how I'm the only one he's dreaming of
Nourishing me with his ocean water of affection
Re-bonding his words for me to be his resurrection
Call me crazy for feeling the connection!
Allowing him to penetrate his poetry in me like an injection.
A character so loving above a 99% liquor proof test.
Romancing me with the disguise that he is the best.
Restraining myself from this drunken poet called my husband
Remembering that he is the one fool I can not stand
In his most charming rhyme he called me his rehab.
By that time I knew it was time to call him a cab.
Reminding him about his Alcoholic Anonymous class.
Now all of a sudden he starts acting like an a$$!
Putting his drunken sober poet mind to sleep.
Anyways tomorrow he will still be the same poetic romantic creep!
BY: P.D.
Something came from faraway
Words maybe, I wouldn’t know
If words… I never knew what to say
If only I knew enough to behold…
So far did my mind portray…
Distances learnt to perhaps know what holds
Often do ourselves we betray
When accept we do not… what unfolds
Like a whisper… not for my ears
Subtle yet nerving… nights with never days
Moments lived… learning what dears
Whether lived… if words be enough to say
Time is always my concern
A present from a past… a present for the future
Yet… however much learned
An ink-filled pen always faces an unwritten paper
Have something came from faraway?
Would I have known… of words maybe
If words… I have poetry to say
Enough for perhaps what moments cannot be
I thought of it all day and well into the night
That for you a poem I would write.
What words can you use to describe a person
You’ve never seen.
Then a realization came into my mind
I’ve been writing them for a very long time.
Every time we write about GOD and his begotten son
The words flow freely and never left undone.
So it matters not if it is sight unseen
We write about everything- it’s a poets dream.
Poets go into worlds never traveled before
Seeking all that GOD has made
And come back with knowledge that they’ve gained.
Into the realms of mystery, love, excitement and fear
So that with you these words they could share.
They see the realities of today
The dreams of yesterdays
The future of tomorrows
And the pains and sorrows.
They are the time travelers of the mind
Their eyes are open - they are not blind.
So when you read what they write
It’s because of this time travelers insight.
So to my time traveling co-poets, this I must say
I am proud to have traveled this road with you
Into the minds of man , and writing
The stories that they all understand.