Long Increment Poems
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I thought
flowers of this summer sky would be mine,
official increment would shine daily expenses
I thought
this year would be crown twenty match
in my twisted love
Forty nine fiery lockdown days
Almost eighteen thousand infected
Two hundred sixty nine died
My country peoples
Hilarious
The more lockdown days the more infections and deaths
Parallel acceleration
Today on foot to my office
As if I am in masqueraded town
Ghostly environment is activated in city officialese
Incremental veins and festival bonus are dead with infected souls
My thought making me stranded forlorn sand home
13.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
Slow and unfazed, oblivious to all,
He came from out of the blue,
Gaining power to point in the path of our life,
His passion and mania grew,
Summoning whoever marched by his side,
Together growing big, growing proud,
Together becoming more an unstoppable force,
Unhindered by feet on the ground,
Then all of his strength rose up from a thought,
A perfect silhouette, perfect curve,
And with all of his might he cracked open his voice,
The most beautiful roar to be heard,
As he attacked with one glorious increment of fear,
He lifted his mountains, his tons,
Just to die all alone with millions of friends,
His million small beautiful doves.
Sitting here thinking, another week gone.
Another small increment moved from the fire.
It feels like it does when you’re just waking up,
half grasping consciousness, half in the mire.
When you’re not quite sure if it’s real or a dream,
the one where no matter your efforts you fail.
In total frustration you claw just to move,
and in the struggle, you miss the details
that if you had noticed, the dream would be clear.
You’d wake yourself up just to make it all end.
Yet lost in it all the dream goes on and on,
and so the anxiety builds until when
it turns into nightmare, the torment of soul.
You finally wake up in cold beads of sweat.
That’s how it feels now that I’ve come to see
the sum of so many things that I regret.
I’m finally waking up, opening my eyes.
Coming to grips with a life of delusion.
Forced to admit that I’ve crafted this hell,
here in my tower on the mount of seclusion.
So I sit here thinking, another week gone.
A glimpse of the fire, miles away so it seems.
Wondering how I’m supposed to go on,
when I can’t trust my heart...
and I can’t trust my dreams.
You no longer light up when you see me
You no longer compliment me like I’m the prettiest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on
You no longer view me as who you once saw me as
You have slowly grown to dislike who I am as a person
You have stopped thinking before speaking and worrying what might damage us
Which is why I truly believe I love you more.
I have began realizing what I wanted
I have began righting my wrongs
I have began lighting up when I see you once again
I have began viewing you as my source of happiness, my best friend, my light, my love
Which is why I truly believe I love you more.
In the time it took to make you hate me
You made me love you ten thousand times harder
While you were realizing how bad I was
I was refusing to realize how good you were
After a year of making you hate me
I finally truly believe which my whole heart
I love you more, and soon I will love you longer.
Because when you look at me I can see it in your eyes
The spite, the hate, the agony, the animosity.
Because when you look at me the love is still there but the feeling of being in love has seemed to disappear.
But with every look at you I take, I question if I should suppress or try to preserve this love we once had.
I love the idea of forever with you, but what’s forever if you’re living in misery.
So soon I believe your love will come to a halt
The barrier will increment permanently
And you will find your peace.
Soon, I will have loved you more, and I will have loved you longer.
Destiny quivers,
like the lips of young lovers awaiting their first kiss.
As I quivered before our first … although just your hand.
It was filled with the passion of our unknowing souls.
Likewise, destiny,
Awaiting patiently,
The unfolding of each moment
As if it were the first moment of existence.
Though predestined,
From that first moment of creation,
The smallest increment of time.
It was formed completely.
All that would ever be,
Was formed perfectly to be the full expression
Of the Love of the Creator to His creation.
Like our simple first kiss,
Was but the seed of our eternal love,
Planted eternally, in our souls forever.
It is wrapped in the unknown,
So, we could anticipate,
The manifestation of our desires,
as they were birthed into their full potential.
Love must travel every path,
Be expressed in every manner,
to fulfill itself and be complete.
Never think that Love has shown its fullness to you,
For there is always more
Let your thirst be unquenchable.
Drink of the eternal love.
Live in it,
Share it completely.
They will know us by our Love,
For Love is all that is real!
Wide mouth bass in the creek so deep
Hidden by blue bonnets who are bristling awake
A luxurious moment on a pretty spring day not asleep
Sun warming up Texas in country lazy sake.
A lone fox watches from trees which hide her from view.
Understanding the danger if we get close to her kits.
Taking them deeper into the forest, in silence anew.
Whisking them away in small silent increment bits.
Indian fossils are lying at the bottom of this creek.
A beautiful piece of petrified wood under this vegetation fuzz.
Just waiting for a young’un to glimpse a small peek
Anticipating a young cowboy’s whoop as he does.
The fishermen inch their way through the pretty blue flowers.
With fishing poles and bologna sandwiches for a fine lunch.
They do not know about the bass, but feel magical powers
Wafting off this gorgeous area; it is God’s country, is their hunch.
(not really, but just wanted
to get your attention.)
Thus "NOT FAKE," but
poetic quasi true anecdote
infused fictionalized
by this ole goat
with prevarication
to enliven of no note
characteristic, and certainly
not worth quote
ting - for any future
reference material, imp poet
tent to sketch a biography
of one otherwise tote
tem mick drab existence,
that happens
moost would vote
as exhibiting blank pages,
which means no ghost
for me life story needed since
no words needing tubby wrote.
thus the crux of foraging
into how the missus
snorts in her sonorous way
the one repetitive sleepy tune,
that doth not
warrant a veejay,
nor and thespian to reenact
a zonked out spouse from
exercising at the
Y.M.C.A. today,
but each increment of time
imposes additional wear
and tear on the body electric,
thus no place...(except...
Swiss Side or
Willoughby), to runaway
from senescence process
so one must savor
to the maximum propinquity
of each moment
analogous as if one received
money for their
existence as being payday
before day of reckoning,
which could occur any
minute, hour, second...
with no noway
opportune time will
provide any leeway,
especially for those
ping folks immediately
at ground zero, where
husband or wife
kept awake from partner
mercilessly growling drones
hell bent on then simply jay
ping, when agent provocateur
awakens only to find
themselves bound and gagged
unable to attend the
Scottish celebration of hogmanay.
Sometimes we pay double extra
During inflation
Price rise in cooking oil
It has been a long time
We're eating waste oil
Increment in electric bills
Already suffering from
An extreme hot day
Price rise in cars
MCO lingers
We're unable to change cars
Price rise in household electrical appliances
Have to buy an expensive
All-purpose cooker
Price rise in worshipping supplies
Have to ask for God's forgiveness
Rise in bus fare
Pity the children
Free education but burdened transport fare
Price rise in chicken eggs
Have to use less tasty duck's eggs
Price rise in farm fresh drinks
All along no confidence
Price rise in beers
Not all the people's favourite
Price rise in sugar
Saccharin is already widely used
Price rise in bread and mee
Have to change to
Less tasty rice buns and meehoon
Besides inflation and tax increase
We do pay double extra
For people's carelessness
Ignorance
And greeds
All finally will result in
An eternal suffering
I know all,
Even when I was not born;
My teacher told me more,
On the journey of my Land
First day of October,
Yes! My teacher said it's 1960;
Till then,
We were not matured to own our land.
Our nobles raised a beacon of hope,
Shinning with power of justice;
The white were choiceless,
Only to allow us to bear our name.
The kaakis came in 66,
Against the bridge connecting two sides,
Many bloods soaked the ground,
On 'I want to lead'.
'Ali must go!"
Was the raised fist of 78
As 50kobo increment of tuition fee
Came to turn the sky to earth.
Like a bolt of lightning,
79 came suddenly,
Giving power to a pacifist,
But left swiftly to martials
The ho-o-o-o-ho-o of ANTI- SAP,
Covered the world in 89;
Our income could not save us,
We were in cancer cell.
We totally accepted
We were in a sinking ship,
When our figure was manipulated in 93,
Our choice was denied
The snake came with mask figure,
At least we were given Democracy in 99;
But later,
It turned to rotten apple.
Do you remember 2012 removed subsidies?
It was selling #140,
While now is #630.
2017 encountered EndSARS,
Hence, talent were truncated,
Like a story left unfinished
Until it's off in 2020.
Although I was a boy,
When I could not identify the wrong and right;
My teacher told me,
Democracy upgraded corruption.
My country is the best country,
That's in printing new notes,
See how 2023 notes
Have circulated before June.
I know one day,
October 1st will see our pain;
Its flag will fly with joy
And the pledge will go with pride.