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Bustling Tavern, din of thieves,
prattles sounds, like mini battles
of Sorcery, at mosaic of vomit tapestry.
Endowing all sorts in your bosom
like sins-full abacus beads.
You gather them by lamplight and promisery
of Nightlife, bejeweled deeds.
Your dangle of jewelry,
imagery into the back
of the mind.
Cleaving to your cleavage, in gilded-underbelly.
Whispered confessions, aspirations un-tamed,
at the heart of game, plays.
A maelstrom of activity brews,
where thieves and dreamers carafe their craft,
by firelight, booze, and cut-throat utensils,
for stirring the plot and tasting it's ooze.
A symphony of mirth and mischief,
lies, woven into each swirl of word.
A den of vices, a theater of souls,
where desires become exhumed
jewels, brightly interred.
Sorcery of charming, bracing,
where shadows dance in dusk,
efficacing with the flickering daylight
exuding allure, a beguiling musk,
facery painting, fishing for trust.
Binding patrons, captivated by the dire-light,
broths to salivate for spitting in its flame.
Bardic stories, each worth half a codler of truth,
confess their lies amidst the clinking of wine.
Tithes abetting their cover, to mask the grape-vine.
As hearts chase fleeting pleasures true,
where fantasies intertwine,
the weight of the world measured, momentarily
subdued in fermented promise of unsealed
magic in held balance of bottomless opportunity.
So, come, dear traveler, lose yourself,
in the spell of atmosphere.
In the spray of this sacred mace,
lift of skirt, skirting of honest wage.
Panning for adventurers,
planning under-sway of sunder's way.
Battered tattered
Worn and torn
Her joys and fears
Pain and tears
Throughout the years
Across the sands you helped her carry
Over water you helped her ferry
All her worry all her care
All her "stuff" you helped her bear
For every moment
Big or small
Every hurdle
Short or tall
For all of everything
You were there
Bedtime battles
Late night prattles
Her hopes and wishes
Daydreams while washing dishes
Or you two lakeside catching fishes
Regrets and woes
While painting polish upon her toes
Or sick in bed with a runny nose
Each and every single day
Inseparable,you two would play
Your friendship stood the test of time
When she looked at you her face would shine
With wonder pride and a love so fierce
That I knew one day her heart you'd pierce
The day she lost you I still remember
The skies were gray
A gloomy day
In not just yet or quite November
She came to me her face a mess of tears and dirt and snot
And cried "I left him by the swings I thought!"
"And I meant to grab him but I forgot!"
With guilt and shame and grief my poor baby's face was wrought
As I hurried towards the swingset my hand my daughter caught
And wiping away tears with the backside of her hand
She said bravely "It's ok Mama I think I understand."
"When I went back I knew I wouldn't find him but I looked anyway."
"He wasn't there but that's okay cuz today must be the day.
I think he's gone home with another child who needs something to hold at night and in the daytime play."
But every year on the birthdate his T.Y tag had showed
We celebrate in his honor with Brownies A'La Mode!
Time crawled silently on soft paws.
After years of anxious waiting,
Our little nest became alive,
With childish pranks and prattles
Two adorable boys ran round playfully,
Making our silent nest ring with noise.
Still remember those hectic days,
When my hands were so full
From tidying the house to keeping ready
Their school uniforms washed and ironed.
Helping them with their homework,
Packing tiffin, clearing the mess,
And being off to office for work.
By evening, came back dead tired,
For another round of mechanical cooking,
Queries like “are these the only snacks to eat?”
“Where is my workbook” et al make one truly mad.
Life wasn’t easy, with struggles rife.
During those years, how I longed,
For a little rest and quiet,
But at the same time, frolicking in the beauty
Of dreams built around our kids
Time speeded away so quick.
The boys grew very fast and flew away,
From the shelter of their comfort (?) zone
To far off places for study and later for work.
The house is back to silence once again.
Now how I long for the good old hectic days.
Memories sprout like pale shrubs,
In a famished backyard!
Our life is now immobilized in a coma of stillness.
On lonely evenings sitting in our empty nest,
We wait intent for their phone calls.
Often our hearts are set ablaze,
At the prospect of their coming home.
Parenthood is nothing but loving and losing!
May.7.2023
Empty Nest Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Cooper Etheridge
If i could, I’d veil the earth
And keep it far without your view,
I’d wrap its bulk and hide its shape.
But that would be a waste of time.
Your eyes are those that see the depths
Of the deepest bluest seas.
I look around and feel so grieved
By what I see on mother Earth.
Are these the beings you meant to save?
Their steps have left the golden path.
The congregation you so loved,
Has had indeed a twisted turn:
I see an alter, two men then,
And then I see a priest clad in white,
Hands stretched out in your name,
For man and man to live as one:
Blasphemy is their heritage
From Pharisees of long ago.
They’ve sold the rod you gave to them
To guide your sheep to fields of green,
And took instead their fill of gold,
To get themselves more robes and gems.
Are these the ones you left to lead?
Their every deed profanes your name!
The fragile brand you took from man
Prattles much about her place.
They top their men and bring discord.
The rules you gave on modesty,
Are just as right as purple skies.
The sacredness of two as one
Is all around the busy streets,
And everyone can get a piece,
Except, of course, their purse be dry.
Our consciences are in our bags,
We know no boundaries in our minds.
I see a door, I see ten bolts,
That veil landlords like refugees
From those to whom all wealth belongs.
The touch of gold, so smooth and good,
Has bought the consciences of men,
And turned us all into miners,
Miners on the devil’s mine!
Suddenly I came like a wrecking ball
Breaking all the bonds that binds your soul
I’m like the earth, the wind and the rain
Washing away your pains in pain
You couldn’t help the afflicted because you were one of them
Wherever you go to and whatever you do
Anyhow you run your race, there I face
Like a wounded dragon ready to spit fire
Your future died, you didn’t cry, because you know nothing about it
Now you have your life in an egg shell
Ready to go a distance with greasy legs
Hoping I save a place in heaven next time we meet with each other
Because you know I can imagine living in your state of mind
Survival as a factor hates you 'cause it didn’t totally break you
Fate and misfortune embraced you in the life you are living
Because you numbed down from their prattles to be self actualized
I’m glad you want to decide what is important
But you are fighting without knowing how to win
Beloved African girl
Do not conceal disbelief in your fragile mind, for I will recite
the secret of your destiny and drink from the same rum with you
From the debt of my heart
The gods will inspire the sound of the drums
And you will rise to fall no more
Very soon, the entire world will pen down your greatness
For I am Africa, and my blood runs in you…
A Stewart Annie Everestus’s poem © 2019
Darkness, darkness everywhere
Like a warm blanket in winter
Like the shell of an oyster
Darkness, white and grey and blue and red
Darkness makes me wildly mad
The old banyan tree has become my friend it so often invites me to chat
I chat freely with it though no response because I am left alone nobody sane
And busy youthful person cares to sit with me spend with me a moment a single moment
I know I talk of the past so many times repeated they mock me though at my back the
Old haggard the useless old man again on his tricks who will have the time to listen to his
Foolish prattles
THE TIME…
The deafening silence everywhere
The old and fragile staff to hold
All the world shuns you there
The deafening silence makes me mad
Thinking of the old days opens up the fountain of tears though weeping openly will make me seem
Insane insane they call me though at my back even my grandchildren avoid me they are busy
In their own world do I remember my long dead wife? She constantly returns
In my dream I stretch my arms towards her she evades laughingly they call me brooding old man
I get angry ANGRY AND SHOUT AT THEM
I shouldn't have reacted thus… oh god
I… I… I go back
To my
Own banyan friend
My staff
One step, two step
oblivion
Lost -
Through an Eagle's eye
Over Fields of plenty
Where rivers and creeks
Never run dry
But I can't feel it
Mountains rising up
Touching the pink, blue,
And rustic orange skies.
I just don't know why
… I just can't feel it
I am a lost page within the novel
No one knows my inner battles
Entering another day
Of constant trials and prattles
Lost –
Through the ears
Of a Great Horned Owl
Where life's creation falls silent
Scurrying about
But I can't feel it
Forests of trees where an
Acappella choir resounds
Magically starting the day
Reverberating all around.
I just can't feel it
And the sea sprites dance
To a rhythm of time
Reaching out to my soul
Touching my heart
Seeking to free and unbind…
I cry, for I can't feel it
No, I just can't feel it
For morning becomes noon
Noon becomes day
For everything has its place
With a time to work
And a time to play
I give up, for I can't feel it
I will never feel it
I look to the four corners
Seeking answers,
But the wind is motionless
And the world, unfeeling
For such are the plans
I never made
So I turn the page….
Cutest prattles of children I adore
Are now the loudest cries I bear
Oh, No! The grieves of these abandoned souls
The worst sounds I have ever heard
Mesmerizing songs of endemic birds I carried
have become a threatening alarm now
Migratory birds missed the way to their hometown
Endemic ones sense no way at all to escape
Minerals accumulated river
is now of blood spilling over
Obnoxious odour it is,
I couldn't carry further...
Daily prayers and chants I hear
have turned into laments with fear
Thrumming thunder drums I bring
turned out to be the horrible skirmishes
Two military factions strictly crafting their plans
Echoing the sounds of huge bombs and gunfires
Reigned over their people by creating boundaries
Unfortunately, this unbiased breeze is same for all
Amidst this tormenting situation, I still try to thrive
to be a solacing breath to the struggling souls out there
If not, I would have become a windstorm
and ruined the entire place certainly
21-Oct -2023
the earth cannot live without mad!-
someone said
the earth is alive for the madness of her dwellers
I say
sometimes I think –everyone is mad
in breathing, in speaking, in writing
in walking, in doing something….
without knowing self
mad get ready always minutely
cause if people say awkward something
and mad prattles on others as fault finder for covering self imperfection
sometimes poetic music comes as a first raindrop
showers the mad heart
and cleaned heart gets ready to love poetic insanity
a voice comes, a voice goes
a time comes, time goes
the stream comes, the stream goes
today's village, tomorrow's town
change comes with evolution, change comes with revolution
and then change goes to lost
in that losing sunlight
in that losing moonlight
the insanity discovers, invents
an amazing something which brings great change for all to live in peace
-April 25, 2019, Chattogram
perhappenchance
How a dog feels when his neutered
And the vet is undisputed
And the Shiela’s cut you dead
with icy glaze
Coventry uninviting
Really not exciting
Hard eyes are a biting
Should I say
Quick as lightning’s frosty feelings
Inside her head is wheeling
Thoughts of hate now revealing
Petty jealousy
this sunny day
Computer talks and rattles
And the flirting tale a tattles
And it’s not me he prattles
Never never, can I say
I’m only a computer
I’m not the bloody suitor
So switch me off an leave me
Keyboard’s stricken to obey
But time will maybe soften
My sweet comes back to me
As I try to push the misery away
To dodge the loathsome glance
Get a smile perchance
get my sweetie back
Some other bloody way……perhappenchance?
Don Johnson 18-may-11