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Volga – 4
to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island
why it appears
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little
is then it true
if all the chanting of Harinam
can’t be withdrawn from the alcohol
the body-odour of the running tamarisk-shrub
will enter into the circuit-house
and that devouring of the parchment
brings to the feelings of the non-veg ant-hills
the let’s-go-cure
gathering in the sauce-island
Volga - 5
coming to this ironed canal-side
every auto-rickshaw
wants to know and let other know
the mystery
behind the rice-rain
from the cirrus
the shame in the eyes of the seal containing signs
supplies the whole-sale dealership
of the civil disobedience movement
to the locality
the role of the hammer also
wakes up early in the morning
to put under its own tongue
an antacid
is it possible that the spits
used in the observatory
be made a little more fast-moving
manuscript of the basement of a well
the biography of the pond-heron will be scripted
even-then the productivity of the merry-go-round
wouldn’t be uttered for a moment
no sir, such has never been expected
in the liquefied banana-blossoms
too many hot breads resulted from the season-change
continues to bat vehemently
and climbs to the peak of heart-throbbing runs
they in a group will go to the
aqua anetha of the mole hill
to organise a folk-song
to understand this
no arbitration of the cactus is required
notwithstanding
it is heard that the thread was pulled
by the violin of the wife of the moon-god
from behind the screen
here in the eye-front
is the basement of the morning-well
on its one page lies the faulty crow-caws
and on another some sun-shines
swinging on the hanger
after some pages in recurring …the chicken-pox … the boot-polish …
within the two covers of the dance-drama
also comes the creepers and herbs
grown around the melting point
of the arm-chair
whose legs are broken
if each pore on the skin of the river-lily
becomes so much known
then in the background of this low land
let us have one game more
What, Where, Who
If I where asked the what, where, who
That drives me to write poetry
I’d say that if I only knew
I’d leave right now this misery
But I’m afraid I’m not the sort
To answer in straight fashion
I have to offer my retort
With words of heartfelt passion
For just the other day I found
Encounter gave me food for thought
Soon the words they were outbound
Jumbled as they rushed and fought
Though ne’er the less inspired me
To battle on my way
Look toward the end and see
Which words I could display
Confess do I quite openly
That I am ignorant
Of poetry’s technology
Coz grasp it I just can’t
I wouldn’t know a what’s it called
From a what’s its name
In my mind won’t stay installed
Confusion is its game
But I somehow, find I can
Muddle through at best
Organise a crafty plan
And set my brain the test
For out there I see loneliness
Suffering and pain
A world in turmoil and distress
That cannot stake its claim
I look for every trait in man
Into the soul I stare
At his betrayal and flim-flam
Also the ladies fair
Dear love will always be there
And so will Demon war
And my thoughts on these I’ll share
Of that you can be sure
Laughter I would hope to bring
Sadness sometimes to the fore
Of natures forces I will sing
The list goes on galore
Yes I will write throughout the night
With hope to de-confuse
I’ll try to offer some insight
By giving up my muse
So now you know the what and where
But what about the who
Inspiring people are out there
Who knows - it could - be you
And what about that misery
I spoke of up above
Well, I gave that up for music
Of the poetrysoupers love x
Come take my hand & walk with me
an English country scene we'll see,
down green lanes and over stiles,
we'll walk, and walk, for miles;
Come take my side and stroll awhile,
in Spring meadows with clover lush,
primrose,buttercup and cowslip,
then through blubell woodlands,trip;
Take my arm,and with me ramble
over hill and downland we'll wander
the bridleway ,hedged with bramble,
to an inn for lunch.we'll amble.
Homely victuals,sure to please
conversing long,we'll take our ease.
Note.I organise a monthly walk along these lines for older folk from our church,this was the
inspration for my sonnet.
From generation to generation
Men of authority
Men of power
Men of wealth
Have manipulated us.
A secret club
An unknown code
Far from human eyes
Fine wine, rare flowers,
Exotic parties, organise crime
Power way beyond our control.
Men in armour
Men in suits
You have taken away our honour
You played us
You provoked us
You poked us
You have made us
A pawn in your little chess game.
Men of power
Men of wealth
Men of authority
When would you take blame
This political war
Shows signs of horror and blood stains.
Social murder is crawling through all of your veins
Men of wealth
Men of power
You think this political war is all a game
People dying, children begging, mothers crying
Fathers leaving, economies falling.
Men of authority
Men in suits
When would you make a change
The human race is dividing
Mankind is no longer obeying.
"All our soldiers died on the battle field,
And its an inspiring awe that the royal euchite never got killed,
Prove to me if it's not a disloyal formatted deal?
Our Emperor's skin was scorchingly peeled,
Inextricably with his scepter and crown uncongealed,
So accept what I'm telling you with a loyal heart,
"Bring to me that euchite,
To whom does he stir pretence against to excite?
He deserves not to feel the rainfall in the savannah zone,
Make sure you get me blush of young males to take on him a toll,
Select from them strong men with healthy head bone,
Whilst you organise an imperial poll,
Weary is my sacred sword to behead that intrusive soul,
He will see the power which sleeps extremely if a chimpanzee starts to groan,
Why should he publish books of demonic role?
Who gave him the previlege to fastened those royal pavillions with a vicious rope?
Politics is now introducing cruel dominion,
Tell me if I'm wrong to take revenge against his acted oppinion,
Day to day it destroys those consecrated trees in the grove,
Take this atlas to lead you through the scaling cone,
Look through the regions of wooldlands hole,
On the desert,follow every caravan in a row,
You can testify how this city is now getting old,
And that gnat want to please the heart of its foe,
Be alert on every step you take on the evil road,
He may also set his prime troops to defend himself with a brutal show,
And I think you being as patriot will fetch us a lifetime bote,
Probably,when you get hold of him outside the cities identified with a stone,
Bring him back to justify himself at home,
If you also catch him anywhere holding the emperor's hone,
Mark his forehead before you bring him to defecate what he'd sold,
For we will then after,enthrone you to play a monarch role,
In order to extend the pastures of our regional mode",
These are the words of a great commander to his descreet servants.
Find your freedom
Pressure and stress
live like a necessity unwanted
Doe exist
In the reality of jobs we do nowadays
To earn a life,
With a reflection
Like a force
We woke up morning after morning,
Chaseing for the days bread,
With a heart of needs,
We wonder ,
Like tommorow is fine as promised,
Find your freedom
Always we got to obey the boss,
From a teacher
We learn with a structure
Organise before we were grown
Like doe now it change
To technology
We always either bow to computers
To mobile phones
And on and on
Find your freedom
Like a 21st century
Like a USB generation
Soon may be
Robot generation
Where a full force with over take
The real sence
and existence of a moral being,
Is gradually
Fast speeding on the way,
Common sence exit no more today,
Moral rules are buried
Or rather born ablaze
Find your freedom
I wish I was born in an ancient age,
Where truth is the rule of culture,
When money was not in existence,
When love was the God,
Find your freedom
Look around you,
The clouds of truth
Are blue,
Like is about to rain down
With a wind like a tornado
Of distruction from an anger
Of the God,
Nature bleed for it cost
When we chose not to understand it
Benefit,
Like a circle we trade life
From a defferent direction of our own
Mind of self satisfaction,
Find your freedom
The sun are about to turn red
abomination is oviously invoke all over places,
And
We sit and laugh like all is good,
Is all about to rain on a fool,
We fall to see beyond looking,
Is all about to burn like a hell to the man who
live to earn just money from manipulation,
Distruction like a karma is about to fall to all
who fails to improve humanity with love,
Find your freedom
Like kids tales by moon light,
In Africa,
Runing around the fire
Singing
There is fire on the mountain,
Run run run,
Oh run away from the reality of today
Cos
There is more to what we know
when you begin to search
for who you truly are
Then you are on a speed to
Find your freedom
Have you taken a moment today
To think of the people important to you
Taken the time to talk to them
Or organise a catch-up that’s long overdue
Have you hugged a loved one today
Or simply said “ I love you”
Told them how much they mean to you
Or reached out to someone who’s feeling blue?
When was the last time you bought flowers
Or a gift for no reason whatsoever
Given a genuine compliment
Or did something special together
Have you extended the hand of kindness
Of unconditional love and support
Don’t leave it until next week or month
As life is way to short….
So, please just take a moment today
For the special ones that matter to you
An honest, kind word or gesture
That’s all you need to do !
A restaurant on a beautiful island for kids
Remy from ratatouille is the chef of my restaurant
An expert in making boundless perfect blends
Cute kids can urge him anything they want
Seven dwarfs from snow white are the servers
Spider man and bat man will join them in occasions
They organise games to entertain the customers
I also hired some of the Disney princesses
Cindrella,Rapunzel,Snow white,Jasmine,
Aurora,Belle,Milan,Ariel and her sisters
Sing,dance and eat with the children.
Kids can also swing in Rapunzel's hair
Menu contains the healthy food of all nations
Since it is only for kids,I named it as Angels Inn
The best part is,I don't charge any fees
But I certainly need hugs and kisses
Give a chance, please
An angel blocks my way. An angel. A woman
Beautiful. From the countryside. A village girl
She brings water in cans from the brine pit
Perfect woman, shape, face, radiation, steps
I can’t, I can’t reach her. I am nothing. She
She is far. Maybe she is my last life. Chance
Hmm. What can I do?
Hmm. What can I do?
She is the Perfect. The perfect woman
Hmm. My life is spent. Just a rusty world
Oh, my past, my sinner and demonic life!
I regret my sins, my gangster life. Actions!
I need, I need help. A hand. A woman’s
Hand, a driver, a guide, a saver, a wise
Who can organise, fix, and lift my life
Yes, I need a mind, I lost a long time ago
My hoped love, my woman, look at me, look
Look at this chaos in my life. Look, look at me
I know you have a big and deep heart
What is full, full with love. Apprehension
Understanding
I need, I need to live in your only prison
I am a jail man in your heart. A captive
A prisoner
A prisoner of your love. You don’t know
You don’t know, How, how I love, love you
I want to, I want to stay your slave in the cell
Hmm, I am your heart valve. You can’t, can’t
Live
Live
Vive
Without
Me!!!
Treat yourself, why don't you
Only you know the sacrifice
And how short life can be
Seek the small pleasures before
They escape you forever
Happiness is on a plate
Annotate your life with fantastic
Stories of immense
Hope and adventure
Bravely respond to life's challenges
Recuperate when necessary
Organise and rest
Weave peace into your schedule
Never compromise on self-care
But be generous. Outrageously so..
Encounters are opportunities
Anxiety is the thief of your joy
Never let the loud noises dictate.
Silence your spirit, surrender to God
Whatever good things
Arrive at your table
Festivities or
Failures
Learn every lesson
Embrace each with gratitude
Seasons mean growth; under or above ground