Long Potholed Poems

Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend,
Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook creek. 
The grass is cut, the fields set out, the...

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The Predicament of Kolkata’s Bus Commuter

Two dozen perspiring commuters are wearily waiting for the bus,
Exasperated because of the delay and frustrated due to the rush.
The rickety contraption rumbles to a halt on the potholed bumpy...

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Today, forced to detour
Last week missed my plane
Blamed it on the heavens
No, not me. I am not one to be late
Gnashed my teeth
Gnarled in these jams
Do these passers-by know who I am?
No, they don't and...

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The young and the old are part of man's fold.
Love between them, better than gold…tenfold.
The past before told, as the future shall behold.
Depends upon love shown, not an empty billfold.

Chores hide and seek, anger vanquished…controlled.
Life...

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When I was but a boy
in the small village of Cold Springs,
I lived near a cantankerous old witch.
At least, that's what the gossip implied she was.
Her name was Almeda Hamilton, and she was a hoarder.
Of...

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I have seen them
strutting like cockerels on podiums
sweating like pigs in their ill-fitting suits
words bubbling out of their snake forked tongues
-democracy!- development!- unity!

I have seen them
lock themselves up in their posh grave tomblike cars,
is it...

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I fly wide-eyed into the glinting night, 
Along valleys with man-made stars aglow. 
Thrills and sorrows on both sides line my flight, 
Neon rivers flow restless down below. 

Grandiose dreams from serried rooftops crow, 
Million-watt...

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The Muse

I met her by pure happenstance, long ago now, 
Back in some time when she was still a stranger, 
And yet somehow, seemed not a stranger at all.  
But slowly, in time, as...

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Grace is wasted, on the lost lips of Hope,
Like the charred, bereft bile that stains your tips.
The taste of your tongue, rough and fissured, hangs 
Haphazardly on mine, mind alive with the 
Temptation. 

Should I...

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Idle Thoughts 


 When I write of a rose should 
I add the adjective beautiful
I have never seen an ugly rose. Therefore, all roses are stunning
But we can argue about whether we like red or...

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A fast drive through highway 
speeds a country landscape. 
Music blares loud, gliding on wheels,
with windows down, worries dwindle.

A fantasy flies in a pastel sky.    
A bottle of soda opens
a cocktail of...

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Some have Siri, 
others have Alexa;
but my GPS 
I call it Robert;
for it seems to always
take the road less travelled by.
I see the highway on its little screen;
while I meander 
down some potholed lane
that somehow seemed to 
have the...

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Blood runs hot in government offices
fueled with the unknown citizen
and the about-to-be.
Stop this day and night with me
and you shall possess the meaning
of freedom.
Follow the fluttering and tattered flag
and you'll find
the emptiness one dreams about.

Friendships...

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Crushed coquina’s pains, salty air consoled. 
Mistrusting soul, my heart could not appease.
We met when life was brimming and potholed.
My spoken words were long lost memories.

Relentlessly the past remained in view.
Romantic strolls along the shore...

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Bake the world a cake and wear your shimmering crown of perfection.
Gorge on pure bites of unearned kindness to feed your grievous bodily farm.
Your dignity is a sight unseen.

Like a spider in mucous your predicament...

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Sol’s light dims on a snowy day
as menacing clouds block its way.
And wailing winds chill to the bone,
sounding like lost souls, all alone.

Color fades from Nature's array
as snowflakes fluff a white duvet.
Depression deepens like fresh...

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My road deeply potholed,
  with those left behind

Resurfaced with pain,
  all casualties mine

A road often fatal,
  to family and friends

No roses to line it,
  as it twisted and bent

When forced to...

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Her story of life, her ups and her downs, 
Her story of “Just getting by”,
Her story of doing all she can do, 
Of achieving enough to not die,

Is written with belief from her tender heart,...

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