Long Outskirt Poems
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A hectic stare across the cliff,
grabs my prying mindfulness.
but yet I hanker after urban fare,
such ruptured loyalty alas,
has a solid grip as I inhale,
the rampant toxic seaweed odor,
for which release a bland choice,
as bulging dark gray torrents,
remind us of some threat,
a fancy name as birthmark,
blemish, or craven riddle,
consequential strain I fear,
might alter this delay,
how city haven slant,
bustle, blast, benign graft,
has fallout clearly vetted,
sink block, suction pump,
remedial quick brush off,
two rocky worlds aside,
where common ground,
that less distinct blight,
consuming blind thought,
downpour on the crevice,
outskirt mere sideshow,
flight a gut reaction say,
let valor plot or plod,
whatever barren sabotage,
malaise, daft wanton dash,
each muddled exit’s close loop,
one must master by right,
ominous veil now pending,
scatter brained inkling wrought,
lure, allure, attachment beckons,
departure problematic when pressed,
bursts of rain, bursts of sound,
seeking shelter but clueless,
would things be otherwise,
in large built up areas,
I ponder this dilemma,
while dreaming of fair vales,
or mystic laneways of yore
A small war
At the outskirt of Europe, a war
has broken out in countries where everyone drives Lada
mothers interviewed are proud of their sons
defending their land.
Should one son die, a big picture will appear in the living room
neighbors invited to coffee and cakes
his proud mother will tell what a good boy he was
and he died with honor.
I suppose in Nazi Germany, mothers said the same
until there were no sons left.
There will be peace, and everyone will claim victory
life will go on among the semi-literary people
who are doomed to live among high mountains and not learning
from past mistakes
The visit
My mother and went to visit her uncle and his family
they lived in the outskirt of the town what we thought of as posh
we took the bus.
Mother’s uncle was a foreman at an abattoir, therefore middle-class
in his wife’s eye.
When he came home from work his family, had two children
They had dinner in the kitchen, we sat in the living room
mother was given a cup of coffee I got a glass of milk.
When dinner was over her uncle came into the living room
I thought his hands were dripping with blood,
I think he gave her some money when his wife did the dishes.
We left, I was feeling angry without knowing why in the hall,
I said, have you got cats, no, his wife said? Odd I can smell cat piss.
Outside mother, scolded me for being so rude, but she smiled.
I never saw her uncle again nor his snobbish wife.
They never visited us, we lived on the wrong side of the town.
And arose whence Tagoreweb nature 154
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2026
www.tagoreweb.in/Songs/prakriti-236
Boots buried deep in the ground
Boots concealed under mounds
Boots with shapes and restless frown
Boots marching underneath the ground
camouflaging the heat of a cruel folly.
Boots of young women and little children
Lay indefatigably under the troubled ground
Sealing the fate of the sparsely populated town.
Just before dawn I drifted in a fiery doze
I found myself at the foot of an unfamiliar hill surrounded
by numerous dwellings wrapped up in the company of unknown people .
I started digging in a garden encircled by a mysterious plot
Gardens that have been watered and well kept
Conceal dark secrets exposing shadows of death
Gardens pruned and overgrown packed with
Spinsters’ boots and children abandon in their youth.
Boots that flourished in spring; boots bearing woeful tides
Remain deep under the earth waiting to be unearthed.
I digged and digged deep down in the ground
And exhume a boot knee length long and another
a quarter foot long; I showed them to my daring neighbor
but neither of them had a rightful owner.
I suddenly appeared in a house at the foot of the hill
And a man of fine nature abruptly walked in,
He asked for buns, picked up some paper and said that he was
going to attend a meeting on top of the hill.
Yet the mystery remains a puzzle in numerous gardens in
A sparsely populated city on the outskirt of town.
©2014 Christine Phillips
I have risen to the call one more time to let the world know what is on my mind; the river runs deep and it is now spilling water into the street. My heart is with you, and you must walk with courage in your shoe for the challenges are great and you must deliver before it is too late.
There is a paradigm shift, and all countries around the world need an iron arm to end the gridlock. The ropes are stiff, but the ballot is not for profit. I have risen to the call to parade through the street and meet with the people that are so sweet, and those that mock and jeer me must rise to the call too, for in due time they will be walking in my shoe.
I have risen to the call to shake the grapes on the vine; I have risen to the call to produce more wine and grow more fruits on the vine. Meet with the needy in the street and listen to their heartbeat; meet with the farmers on the land and you will understand what is going on.
You need more moisture in the sky for the earth is very dry and some people fall down in the street and die. The door is open once more, and there is wine, honey and spice on the floor, market what you can, and plant a business in ordinary people’s hand, focus on their needs and you will succeed.
Entertainment is what they want, food and money to meet their needs and, wisdom to control their greed. The sports are nice, but they have to make too much sacrifice and sometimes they end up losing their lives.
Meet with me on the outskirt of town and drive the negative energy out of the town. The people need something simple but profound to turn things around and a god agenda to make the universe wonder. Give me a quick and courageous problem solver with love and respect to make our life better.
I have risen to the call, and I am going to kick the ball high up to the bar and into the back of the net, and I am going to make the universe fret. The square is what you are on but the number three will help you cross over to the promise land, for the most popular number is three. If you miss the shots the Greek gods will put you back on track. Walk with me to the sidelines and look up and down the vine and your dreams will come true on time.
I have risen to the call
The air arm touches the sky with glory
air force stand for Aerial warfare,
for the sake of their country
took the oath to serve the country,
the Indian air force showing their victory.
holding the fourth position across the world,
Tejas, Jaguar, Rafale, MIG-29, SU-30MKI, Mirage-2000
are their lethal fighter Aircrafts,
through which they defeat the enemy by ripping the wind.
always ready to meet any contingency
in the storms and tempest condition of the atmosphere
with unlimited source of energy in every situation they bear,
takes off their jet fly
with their fighter jets hoisting the tri-colour proudly in the sky,
from earth to sky
oh, the keeper of Indian outskirt
go on growing, with shroud tied,
fly high up in the sky
come out with a shroud on head
even knowing lives can be lost in the blink of an eye for a second,
a soldier is never on off duty
sometimes get their posting in phight
where the foes welcome them with rifles and bullet,
kissing the horizon with vanity to glorify
soldiers are just not born to die;
but born to live for the nation, and serve till they die.
protection of their country yard is their theory
nevertheless soldiers proudly wear the uniform
and go where the duty calls from,
Fly high, high, high up in the air
keep Indian tri-colour high forever.
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
TWILIGHT HAUNT
In the outskirt of the town ,
Beyond the dragon village,
Seperated by the green pond,
There a castle with two towers,
Wholesome in antiquity of age ,
Beyond the rotten four wheeled carriage.
Inhabited by bats ,owls and ospreys,
Landscaped of blooming prairies,
Non lived there,
Nor has been there,
Voices from there loudly heard,
Culinary smokes puffs overhead,
For the fear of the abstract,
Non dared to venture,
And courage ceased from all.
In the minds of three young men,
Darren ,Garren and Warren,
Courage found venturing hearts not withering,
Horses saddled by Darren and Warren,
Amulets with Garren,
They dared to venture,
And sped towards the castle .
It was a bit night,
In the castle,
Welcomed by onomatopoeic "tywii tywoo" of the owls and bats,
They braced their mights,
Advancing inwards the round table hall,
Began frenetic and apocalyptic shutting of doors and windows,
Glasses broken,metal scraps ontop another.
Came the wind like sirroco,
Thorny hands tossed them up and landed them ontop the roundntable,
Voices shattering round the table ,
Shadow apparitions gearing forward,
Amulets thrown at the gearing crowds,
Captured and locked inside boxes,
The castle baricaded with amulets,
The three young men left the castle,
Never to let open the boxes..
@Bappa Mazumder
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats app for
a lover boon, millimeters to million, thriving.
I am a heritage queue, an odd audacity
I saw time, bygone, as t'was forthcoming
in a closed 'laptop'
I and my fanciful clouded entropy,
the flower vase embellishing the dawn
you and a warmth, adore
one step closer to the brim, ashore!
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