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My late cousin’s daughter was to get married
at a place some 80 km from their residence,
I was asked to drive her there and I agreed,
it was like my daughter’s wedding in a sense.
So, in the afternoon of a chilly winter day
we started, the bride occupied the backseat hot
with two other girls, I’d no idea who were they,
must be two of her best friends, I thought.
All the talking was done by her voluble friends,
the bride was quiet all through the journey,
thinking perhaps if her free life-style would end,
or she was exhausted, too tired to talk, probably.
We reached the venue late, a full half an hour,
I told them to get down quick, rush to the room,
I would join them and others after I park the car
and bring the bouquet I bought for the groom.
When I came back I heard there a big commotion,
for the bride I brought with me was missing,
I realized what had happened in second’s fraction,
went back to the car, found her on backseat sleeping.
January 10, 2022
Contest : Funny Memories
Sponsor : Natasha L Scragg
Remember, my life is just a forest flash
I don't have a life anymore, your life for me is just drifting away
Life is dusk, death is the bright dark flash
I have no more life, no more death, all my desires have gone into the
distance
Into the distance, you appear, the shadow fades
My love would have been a complete and endless devotion to you
You will never understand, you will never reach the infinite field of my soul
Understand, but don't. You will never understand, because you have never felt
my sensitive and monogamous love
You have lost our endless love, oh Emma.
Live on. You're late, a real Emma awaits in a new life
The judicial knock of death awaits urgently
It screams to go on!!
I loved you
I was burning with desire
No flagging
I'm dead
There is life in heaven in hell
You don't come there.
Bright sun lit the sky and I lit a joint
and the mood was gay and our spirits free -
down the old coast road to Te Arai Point
on that long dusty trail through Forestry.
As surf breaks rolled in upon the beach wall
we heard the waves over the radio static -
slowly I climbed the jagged rocks should I fall
lest my death, like our camera, be instamatic!
Summer school daze of “substance” over style -
a DB or six in the tussock grass,
when the gulf wind off Great Barrier Isle
blew waves to the shore and sand up my ar-se!
Late a campfire did blaze a windward chill
when long into the night its flame we’d stoke,
and gazed at the stars till we had our fill
with magic silver bullets up in smoke.
I look back now on that castaway beachhead
to my sepia youth frozen in kodachrome -
when back to the world up the backroads led
we hit the trail and the hot pools home.
Summer school daze of “substance” over style -
a DB or six in the tussock grass,
when the gulf wind off Great Barrier Isle
blew waves to the shore and sand up my ar-se!
Written: March 1995
Dear brother,from humble roots we grew
In poverty's grip,our childhood knew
We climbed the ladder, jobs in hand
Salaried lives,no longer bland.
Your calm demeanor,s gentle soul
Kindly and helpful,you played that role
People's favorite,loved by all
Untill COVID made its cruel call.
Though you've departed from this earth,
I cherish memories of our shared mirth.
Our past lives replay in my mind,
The bond we had,one of a kind.
As I continue on life's long way,
Your memory lingers day by day.
Till my journey reached its end,
I'll remember you, my dearest friend.
In every step,in every breath,
Our connection stronger than death.
Brother mine,though you're out of sight,
In my heart,you're forever bright.
( In memory of my younger brother
Late A.Narendradhwaja Singh )
My cousin’s daughter was to get married
at a place some 80 km from the residence.
I was asked to drive her there and I agreed,
it was like my daughter’s wedding in a sense.
So in the afternoon of a chilly winter day
we’d started, the bride occupied the backseat
with two other girls, I’d no idea who were they,
must be two of her best friends, I hadn’t met.
All the talking was done by her voluble friends,
the bride was quiet all through the journey,
thinking perhaps of life-changing occasion grand
or by then she was too tired to talk, probably.
We reached the venue late, a full half an hour.
I told them to get down quick and rush inside,
I’d join them and others after I park the car
and bring the flowers I bought for the bride.
When I came back I heard there a big commotion.
The bride who was to come with me was missing.
I realized what had happened in second’s fraction,
went back to the car, found her on backseat sleeping.
Her friends were busy talking, didn’t clearly hear me.
The happening for me wasn’t a thing quite so funny.
June 29, 2018.
The strongest woman that I ever saw
was born thirty-four years ago,
to loving parents who doted on her,
told he of the great places she’d go.
She was popular all through high school,
never failed to pull down straight A’s,
was taught to be strong, and never take crap,
a path for women she would blaze.
She had not a head for the hard sciences,
but in business she quickly excelled,
got her MBA from the finest of schools,
a master of finance, and of what sells.
Moving to the city, she got a good job
and proclaimed one day she would be in charge,
she brought in accounts all through her twenties
and was rewarded with a salary large.
She shot up the ranks, quickly at first,
found herself in the office by my desk,
though we were in different departments
it was clear, she was one of our best.
But when she turned thirty she seemed to slow,
though she stood by her stated goals,
and every so often I’d find her staring
distractedly out of her office window.
All of it charged starting one fall day
when she went up for a big promotion,
but her numbers were down, and it went to
a workaholic named Danny Bagosian.
This spurred her on to work overtime,
by coincidence I was doing the same,
alone in the office we got to talking,
what she asked me nearly fried my brain.
She said,”I’m here sixty hours a week,
I’ve no time left for relationships,
and though this may sound inappropriate
I want to ask your opinion on this.
“I could use a friend-with-benefits
to relieve stress and have some fun,
you’re a handsome fellow and it has been
three years since I have had one.”
Now I suppose the right thing to do
would be to run down to H.R.
But a woman like this has a way with men,
and I said,”I’m game if you are.”
So began a secret and torrid affair
that no man could ever forget,
in hotel rooms and there in her office…
let’s just say that I have no regrets.
But as the months went on something did grow
as often happens with ‘benefits-friends,’
at some point we dropped the charade,
no longer willing to pretend.
And in her I sensed something new,
a sadness I’d not before seen,
it came out into the open late a night
when she woke me from a restless sleep...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Among us
The dance of death never stops
A plane crossing the Atlantic losses heights
the chief pilot flirts with a woman
when he is called to the cockpit
Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail
Goodbye Paris.
The heart of tired sparrows stops
it falls from the sky
hits the front window of a car
distracted, the driver hits another car
In the melee, no one sees the sparrow.
A tourist, going for a walk, in jolly Naples
is hit by a pig kept on the balcony
No more sightseeing.
You’re not safe in bed, a nightmare
falling out of bed, hitting a nightstand
Dream over.
Life and death in an embrace, yet
we live as life dances alone
Among us
The dance of death never stops
A plane crossing the Atlantic loses heights
the chief pilot flirts with a woman
when called to the cockpit
Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail
Goodbye Paris.
The heart of tired sparrows stops
it falls from the sky
hits the front window of a car
distracted, the driver hits another car
In the melee, no one sees the sparrow.
A tourist going for a walk in jolly Naples
is hit by a pig kept on the balcony
No more sightseeing.
You’re not safe in bed, a nightmare
falling out of bed, hitting a nightstand
Dream over.
Life and death in an embrace, yet
we live as life dances alone
Friday night football lights
His whole life high school sports
A rah-rah father behind him
Overflowing his shorts
Covid-19 postponed many dreams
And left an opening, it seems
For other interests to develop
No longer by sports was the lad enveloped
When football was cancelled
The young man found a new love
Electrical engineering his fascination
And so, he decided, his future occupatin
Now football is back, but not the young man
He's busy studying engineering while he can
As for his stubborn father, he's going to court
To sue the school district ~ a day late; a dollar short
Drink with me coffee, black and strong.
I promise nevermore
To drink with meals a fifth of wine
Then stagger ‘cross the floor.
My need for thee doth rival thirst
For booze; you're both divine!
Jove's nectar's only in a book,
But I found thee online.
I sent thee late a rose-red couch
Not just to honor thee.
I hoped to lounge upon it oft
Whil'st thou served meals for free.
But thou thereon did'st only sneer.
And sent'st it back to me.
You said, "This thing is old and smells,
I swear, of booze and thee!"
Date: March 25, 2020
Title: A-Muse-Sing Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux