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You don’t have to pitch a tent
Nor build a house to stay
When thousands of us wander desperate
Without a home or place to rest,
You own a house with a magic door,
That opens at will without a key or latch.
Well protected from all wicked wight
Safe from all robbers, rowdies, and rodents
No evil spirits, vampires, or ghouls
Dare to disturb it at any rate
It is stronger than all structures extant
Built-in mortar, bricks, or rocks
You are the monarch of a larger empire.
Land and water are under your sway,
Free to enjoy the treasures of the sea,
And feast on the wonders of the land.
You are a companion to the ravenous shark,
Darting spectres through the azure dark
And also monsters that roam the deep
With their uncouth gambols and abrupt leap
You love strolling along the slimy strands
And dive down along with the laughing waves
You bury your eggs on the sandy shores
And guard your progeny from all snares
You are another name for alertness and caution
You make sure that all around is safe and secure,
Before you come out from your rocky shelter
And shrink back at once when dangers lurk
You carry on your back your home and shelter
Built so compact to guard you from all external threat
Oh! Turtle, we deem you blessed under your carapace
But perhaps you may have a different tale to narrate
For all that we see or seem to see
Aren’t they truths far removed from the truth?
I Recently Found Out
Recently I found out light is
afraid of
dried figs, (figs are
fascinated by
anything square-shaped); ice block sticks are into
lounges and
cars; pastry grow facial hair and
grow pubic hair; Mr Ironic plays the
violin; Mrs Stun gun bathes in
red wine. To
hurt Mr Jeans’ feelings all you have to
do is lower your
eyebrows; pool chlorine wants to be a
cat so it can
lick itself; free moustaches can
juggle worms; eggplants have
laughing fits when
the temperature goes
below zero; brown sugar has a
better smelling ability than
dogs have; white sugar can
type 120 words per minute; lemons can dream and
narrate documentaries on
any subject; sling shots are
huge fans of
the Golden Age of
Hollywood.
I don't remember, when this poet in me was born
What I remember is his softening of heart,
Growing on the head and hunger to write.
With so much pain around
This world has suffocated
The thoughts that freely lingered.
These flying thoughts roaming in the freedom of the air
returned from the painful journey
by being severely hurt with pains floating around.
The poet in me has seen the nature's beauty
With admiration and jubilation
And wandered from dawn to dusk
It travelled on the flight of the air
By flapping the wings of happiness
Spreading the message of peace
And collected the blessing of the Almighty
Spread all across the path to the wisdom
Today, Alas, In polluted air with hatred floating around
the despair wings struggle to flap
and find its way to pureness of wisdom
It travels on a never ending painful path
It sees the sea of suffering heads
Hung before the shameless devils
Sucking the blood from innocent veins
Fulfilling their thirst of greed
And enjoying the cry around.
The poet in me is crawling
In its knee, wounded and broken
Truly is shaken by the war and the cry
Of hapless souls carrying the rotten body
They walk to meet my writing desires
And narrate their painful story
Which my mind imagines not
Nor my skills approve to jot down
I let my silent body, to take over
The whirling mind with bubbling thoughts
And embrace them under its armpit
And sing a lullaby to make them sleep forever.
Your smile is a trap,
And it broke the fences around my heart.
We cared together without expressing what we are to each other.
Our bonding was clear like mirror but still we were different as we were mirror images!
We never went on walk or on a long drive like youth,
We sat under a tree and discussed about comic series.
He was polite and took all the situations light, this made me to fight against my inner me!
I couldn't say him that it is wrong because I don't want to lose him as I was a girl with fragile heart.
He is my first love and all I wanted to say is pimp my life!
But destiny had a different story to narrate with us.
One spring day,
An angel plays,
A magical play...
She made me sit
On the back of a butterfly...
Huuuh huuuh huuuh
Oye yea yea!!!
Hmm hmm hmm...
I hum...
Hsss hsss hss,
The breeze sings
Hearing our songs
The flowers dance
O, those lovely moves,
dancing angels they are, proved
Put us into a trance
at the very first glance;
Enchanting event,
The angels' dance
Red, blue, orange, purple and yellow
The vibrant colours paint the plain meadow
When my butterfly choses a purple one
The one which is my favourite, I silently grin
Wow!!! Never seen the flowers this close
Oh oh!!! Heavenly hues on their clothes
Couldn't narrate their cherubic colors
"Queens of the earth", certainly they are
Savouring the nectar of the flowers
The Butterfly has got more power
Now she is ready to reach the towers
Hurray!!! The sky is now ours
My soul outreaches the sky
Looks alike, the lows and highs
When I see the Earth and beyond
My wavering mind lands on the ground
When our soul discerns the almighty
Our mind becomes very light
Purpose of life, it perceives
Contentented life it achieves
July -09- 2023
My legs took me to witness a dream I fear to narrate.
My eyes saw them coming like a white dove.
My mouth hung open because my eyes can not omit this pleasant moment.
They walked majestically with their black and white garment like Laranbanga mosque.
How beautiful it was when she finally unveil with cuddle kiss.
The butterfly ambiences and beautiful faces have truly witness a new couple.
I could hear their vehicles sirens playing like a hornbills to showcase a great warriors,
Indeed, it takes a great warrior to make such a bold decision of denying a lot just to stick with one.
Yes! They said till die do them apart, how true it may be?
I saw their admirers, their ex with dreary faces.
They look pathetically like deflating balloon but in their head the battle is not over yet.
Surely they have unfulfilled battle to accomplish, as they have embraced the vows as their own.
Indeed until die do them part as they whisper.
I saw their faces been fell, their shoulders been dropped when finally the table was set, candles were burning and the light has been dimmed.
They knew their greatest enemy is love.
As they stood with their long faces, their minds only reminisce one fear that may cause the eagle to protect his territory with violent.
They whisper knowing love, love is a greatest fear for unfulfilled battle to remain in archive as they giggle.
Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation
Though anyone who saw
and/or watched local news would be more wise
the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation
came as a complete surprise,
cuz yours truly prefers
getting strangled courtesy neckties
versus being given spoiler alert
subsequently forced to give reciprocal highfives.
I generally skirt tracking the weather,
nevertheless the missus would pantomime,
née blurts out with glee
meteorological conditions occurring here
out the skies above second Street
within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
No rhyme nor reason prevails
necessitating yours truly to hear and/or see
what mother nature doth hold in store
concerning (Delaware, Chester,
and Montgomery) tri county locale
sometimes loosely referred to
as comprising Delaware Valley
a geographical area coterminous with
metropolitan statistical area (MSA)
and broader combined statistical area (CSA),
and composed of counties located in
Southeastern Pennsylvania, South Jersey,
Delaware, and the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
As a lifetime resident - 19473 zip code
regarding aforementioned place name,
I can ofttimes intimate
how the forecast will bode
especially if adequate hours spent outdoors,
more so when yours truly
lived at 3224 Level Road
which less likely as ole man winter
huffs and puffs with braggadocio
rarely ripping, riffing, and riding
piggyback with nor'easter.
Interestingly enough global warming
affected dramatic climate change
during course of mine lifetime,
where Currier and Ives rural
linkedin with good n plenti grange,
where agrarian lifestyle might seem strange
to urban outfitters constituting population.
Truth be told, I fondly remember those days of yore
when countless unbroken acres of greenery
whereat in Arcola a cider mill vestige
of American/British Revolutionary War
perhaps e'en centuries before frequented by troubadour
named Shakespeare, quite sad
to narrate hundreds of years postwar
(meaning that brouhaha incorporating
Declaration of Independence)
long since derelict and sold
possibly by family with surname Knorr,
(methinks his first name Ignoramus nickname Ig)
who strongly exhibited demeanor of Eeyore.
Amid the worldly chaos
And earthly blues
Wanes my beloved muse
Like the shattered clouds
My thoughts dissolve
But deep inside they echo
To narrate the fables piled-up
which have been swirling for a while,
The suffocated words strive
Awaiting the nimbus clouds
to cascade down...
For when the nimbus clouds gather
The fierce thunder will boom
And the words will drum aloud
When the rain falls,
hoarded thoughts will cascade
and the arid land will be loaded
But will the nimbus clouds gather?
Will it flow further?
Will the thunder drums play?
Will it rouse my dormant muse?
Will the lightning strikes spark?
Will waning muse step into a waxing phase?
"It will for sure..."
People say, I hear...
But when?
No one can answer...
Until then,
Waning me awaits...
dreaming of the waxing phase,
and relishing the chaotic state...
28-Aug -2023
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edvard narrate
shall
"I believe in
home made piez
babiez
my man"
ohh say'dit
she
"and I'll straighten
her red curlz out
if she winks again"
stop postcardz
thuh
panniez
locks
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(alternately titled:
Pee pee song and dance routine)
Invariably analogous setting
kickstarts schlemiel to agitate
excretory mechanism linkedin,
viz body electric doth actuate
merely upon turning faucet triggers
unstoppable onset to micturate
drinking coffee or caffeinated tea
also functions as diuretic
mimics similar rush'n spate
oh boy... if I hesitate
to whip out trouser snake late...
he himself will humiliate
courtesy warm liquid will trickle
soiling pea green pants
legs knotted together damns fate
against pistol - unleash
expletives post maturely ejaculate
rank odor will permeate
redeeming salvation drek
written by this primate,
which rather lame poem may titillate,
though juvenile words
when thee evaluate
be mindful, cuz no control exists,
hence humorously accentuate
to tap kidney, draining
the lizard, empty bladder all equate
essentially to see man about a horse
private tête-à-tête,
thus no choice exists to alleviate
non voluntary impulse,
no rhyme nor reason unbeknownst to me
why tinkling sound beckons ureic freight
urgent whistle stop won't depreciate
emergency crisis compounded
with sudden necessity to defecate
courtesy lathered soap
or shaving cream, I fulminate
teary eyed burning man sensation
tripping feet blindly groping
oh $*¡† toilet seat down - cant wait
scramble in vain against impending date,
when disaster strikes
flash flood warning issued,
hence I cannot narrate
anymore hanging unto bough
risking life and limb
half a$$ poem I did create.