Long On leave Poems

LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
As I was finishing my senior year in high school 
I knew I wanted out.
I wasn’t going to college. No desire or grades.
I was 18 after all, almost 19
Everyone asked, “what...

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What do I project? Some of what I have
Absorbed. Also, that which I have
Reflected upon and have parts of rejected!
I am aware there is a so-called church of
The Devil – I am cognizant of the...

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Dad Revisited- Once More


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in...

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Poetry

As I sit here, at my table, pen in hand,
contemplate – there is nothing I understand
about that which flows – I write
not knowing how or why ?, the sight

before these eyes – one calls poetry.
Blinded...

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Author's note: This is not intentionally a historical piece, dear readers, but I thought I should probably add a bit of background info primarily for the benefit of my more international friends and colleagues on...

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The truth is stranger than fiction.
As they say,
you can’t make this stuff up.
It was the middle of summer,
And I was looking for a way to defeat
Fort Sill’s Oklahoma heat.
Escaping to the cooler climate
of Buffalo New...

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Sorry other poets. You just became my sounding board. There are many things that are becoming quite interesting. This subpoena thing is one of them. 
If Trump receives one from a Federal Court, he is...

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Splendid she was in her old wooly hat
She sat in the garden and watched the world pass
Beside her asleep was her mangy old cat
The oldest woman in town

Nobody knew just how old she might be
If...

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    Besides noticing a few people who quickly turned away into the stores, (like a cockroach when the light switch is activated.) Penney also noticed that she had forgotten her bra. Well,...

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Grandfather played the tin whistle
with Paddy on his knee
for his grandson he played 
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on

on Paddy’s tenth birthday
Grandfather gave him his own to play
Paddy took to it like a duck...

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Dad Revisited

RIP 1924-2015


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in the...

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I arrived at gadgados 
today TD our receptionist
is on leave and i have to multitask
between HR and customer care desk

We did lose the keys to the washrooms
turns out the HR forgot and they ended
accompanying her...

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Laid down on the sofa today, memory

taking me back to teen years of so long ago.

When friend Danny and I would go down 

town on Saturday afternoon to see a movie

at the Paramount, a movie...

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Migrant workers and street children
Tarek Hasan

I do not sleep on eyes
Early action is away on leave
I have the luxury of back pain.

I did not question my race today
Abroad my identity?
Most of the walls are stained...

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'Killing" time while homebound until...,
a cure gets distilled and/ or found
for pandemic, thus... I expound.

(Yupper - courtesy coronavirus CORVID-19),
how ja guess my good smear it in friend?! -
within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
toyed with thought to withhold...

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Can you see? A rainbow dying?
Can you hear? A storm-cloud scud?
Perhaps you can; and perhaps you cry
Me? . . . I don’t know . . .
I REALLY. . . DON’T! . . . know

Can you...

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Six years ago, whilst touring England, we visited Anne Hathaway’s cottage,
In Stratford upon Avon, I saw William Shakespeare’s ghost.  Boldly I
Approached him, Mr. Shakespeare Sir, may I use part of your Macbeth’s,
Soliloquy for my...

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Freefalling, freefalling, my life rushes by,
Though it feels to me long, was the blink of an eye.
Daydreaming, daydreaming, as a young child I grew,
With no distinguishing marks between me and you.
I’m growing, I’m growing, came...

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Inspiration : Our eminent poet,  Krish Radhakrishnan who is also a doctor handling corona patients. Once he commented that I feel guilty when they give me leave. Another time he commented that some days...

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Then I went to see the other man’s condition. Blood was running from his ears, and his 
nose. three men stood by, just watching the show. I asked them to help me, and leaned 
over...

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Sometimes trees’ green fingers
Stand still like reposing harbingers
Of hope and despair; they meditate
On our ignorance of them who medicate
Us when diseases burgle into our souls
Taking us unawares like April fools.

At times tree branches and leaves
Come...

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This poem was written alongside the painting Pentimento by Sally Storch.

I absorbed the image, beyond the capture -
        it soaked into my throat 
   saturated, became...

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But she would not even read it – she knew what lay within—
A red rage toward her country now the fire that was her friend.
Yet just a few days later on a now black Christmas...

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From dearly beloved, to dearly departed
It is for them, once every while tears I shed
Here in fresh today, then to dust tomorrow and gone
When death hauls by, sorrow is born

Tears and tares In the natural...

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One or two of us
Were home on leave;
For the rest of us,
Christmas came by mail.

Our callsign: Gunslingers.
Our Military Transition Team
Was embedded with 
The "Triple Deuce" Iraqi Infantry,

For a year our home
Was LSA Diamondback
Mosul, Nineveh province,
In...

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