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Monah Kaur and Robert Kumar fled from London, came to ‘Hindustan’; tied the knot
The 'Singhs' stopped their songs and 'Kumars at no. 42' burnt their studio; this rebellion; they will forget not
A petite piece of land was gifted by Uncle Prem to mark their freedom
With much thought the newly wed called it Garden of Eden
They cleared the plot from crawling matters and built a woody farm house
Within a year, Monah gave birth to twins; Lisa died; Minnie who survived became quiet as a mouse
The air around still polluted in invasion and many cuffed in iron
The sun and moon fairer than in London but nothing seemed fine
The couple laboured and fostered peaches for Mr. Big Ben; returned home clad in blisters
Minnie cried; and cried; her parents had no time and she desired a couple of sisters
In financial distress the duo approached the heroic Farmer Bachan to assist his flock
Pleased with their dedication he gifted them a Peacock.
Minnie cried louder now, seeing this English present; she wasn’t a fan
Bachan who was fond of the child, sent her way, a young Indian Peahen
Minnie’s tears lost its way in the Ganges as the new birds found their click
Around Christmas added to the family was a cute hybrid Pea-chick
What adorable ‘chana’ like eyes had she!
Without delay, Minnie named her Chick pea
Eden now a 'Rangoli'; 'Ranisas' and 'Nawabs' soothed in ‘Masala’ tea
All engrossed in the lights and sweetness of Diwali; no attention paid to the growth of The Serpent on that Apple tree.
Those daffodils patented to Wordsworth, danced in the air
In its abode, the serpent watched Eden, what a scare!
One morning, Minnie fetched a Brown ladder to reach the tree which dazzled with rounds of juicy red
The ladder attacked and killed; the child returned home badly bitten, almost to eternal slumber she bled
Bachan’s sheep strayed to the road that was not to be taken, decreased from many to few
Eden cried for The Good Shepard; The Foreign Raj ruthlessly bottled native stew
Prayers were answered and on a Tiger came a Flying sheriff called ‘Shroff’
Bedecked in turfy ‘ceps’ and ‘pecs’; this essence fought in ‘huff & puoff’
Over time; in years almost equal to Tendulkar's century; the Serpent grew wicked miles
The gladiator fought till his last breath, excreting the treacherous reptile back to the British Isles
(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring grown,
or ponder new found challenge
expectant motherhood costs of progeny
take the following precendent all ways.
deux daughters desiduous teeth comprise
sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
a miraculous bite size bit
of jaw dropping wizardry to in vite
a tasty morsel to get chewed,
until at some arbitrary time
(incumbent on each individual biological clock),
the second set thwart aside
(or sometime literally override)
these baby choppers right
fully as sought after treatures for the tooth fairy
(oft time disguised as part
of canine corp) offer sterling sight,
but fascinating as each replicated, punctuated,
lacteal dentition adorned with a pulp,
dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,
or a more apropos metaphor fielding sprite
would be a picket fence with important slats,
and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child shows their mother or father
gapped smile, and understands
to place tooth under pillow at night
when quiet as a mouse (who to be honest
create scratching sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy doth descend (nowadays
resort to global positioning
satelline application)
to find their way without turning on the light
soundless and still as a dust mote
feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
one baby step ahead of her/his insight
expecting to disover a modest wad of cash,
if stood on end, rather sizable in height
and essentially necessitating po' papa
to take out a loan, or hope flight
of fancy wish to win the lottery,
which would exite
self or spouse, but reality in league
with the fickle finger of fate doth disappoint and delight
son or daughter boasting to classmates,
how the rich tooth fairy (iz actually a faux pas
sham shaman, dirt poor father, bled dry,
whose coutenance (visible after break of day)
reflects that of one who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
one money hungry toothless fairy took a bite.
Form:
My mother went to heaven on the day that I was born
My father raised me up before my mother he would join
He said, “Son, to get to heaven you must live a good, clean life
So you can go to meet your mother and see me with my wife.”
So, I tried to be good and I followed the golden rule
I did what I should and I was obedient all through school
I shared what I could and I read my bible every day
I tried to avoid evil thoughts and never a hurtful thing I’d say
The kids picked on me and “goodie-two-shoes” became my name
But, because I had a mission my actions always were the same
The road to meet my mother was a path to be kept clear
So bullies had their way with me – no retaliation need they fear
After my father passed away I met a beautiful young girl
She was everything to me; she was the rock in my empty world
We got married in the Summer; she was carrying my child in the Spring
I was looking forward to being a father to this miracle she would bring
I was working at a charity when they broke into my house
My wife tried to hide from them, being quiet as a mouse
They said, “Oh look, its goodie-two-shoes’ home, lets burn it to the ground”
When she yelled at them to stop this act, my wife was finally found
I won’t say what they did to her – the details I will spare
When she said, “My husband will soon be back”, they said, “What do we care”
“Goodie-two-shoes shares everything, of course he’d share his wife
Besides, that man’s a coward; we can do just what we like.”
When I came home and saw her, my mother spoke into my ear,
“Don’t worry about heaven, son, I’ve always been right here.”
I took my wife to the hospital, where they said she’d be okay
Then I went to find those bastards and wipe my life of good away
When they saw me approaching they laughed right into my face
With the first swing of the baseball bat I fell from heavens’ grace
Two men were unconscious before the third knew what to do
The bullet that he shot at me, my shoulder it passed right through
Justifiable homicide – on probation for ten years
My wife and son at my side, there is happiness in my tears
My mother and father visit me every night in my bedtime dreams
I didn’t need to take that path to heaven – or so, at least, it seems
REGULATIONS
BY
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Two sources of laws that govern the lives of men
One’s called survival the other a stroke of the pen
Those from survival are easy to list
Food, water and shelter so we can exist
Those from mans hand are often not clear
A crime over there is legal over here
Man’s laws may be admirable at their writing
Later found questionable at their citing
Laws, ordinances , regulations or policy norm
With so many restrictions not easy to conform
Don’t forget rules they’re important as well
Am I acting legally or awaiting a cell
Take the sinister case of the berlin wall
Many tried to cross it only to fall
It had been prohibited to go to the west
Any attempt to flee would result in arrest
One night a defector was fatally shot
Hung over barbed wire destined to rot
Then guess what happened the very next day
Passed a law if you want to go west “ its ok”
An example of a law that caused men to die
An illegal extortion forcing free men to defy
There are needs for law and order to protect
Each new law tightens the noose on a citizens neck
The penalty for breaking a law way back when
Put the guilty in leg blocks or a public pen
Shame him in front of neighbors and friends
Humiliation may cause his lawlessness to end
The initial mandate of imposing a fine
Worked quite well for a very long time
Regulations(2)
It became so lucrative new laws were soon due
Pile on new charges, generate more revenue
A man runs a red light cops are hot on his tail
There’s so many charges he may not make bail
Want to change the house color from tan to gray
Need to get permission from a hundred miles away
Redo these doors on the inside of my flat
Got to submit plans and a copy of the plat
It just gets tougher each request causes a fuss
Easier for the government to keep a rein on us
To control the masses is an easy feat
They just add more laws just never delete
It’s easy to have contempt for so many laws
The enforcement of them is loaded with flaws
A girl with drugs gets years of incarceration
Drunken teenager kills four receives probation
Additional laws will make us quiet as a mouse
You’ll soon need a permit to leave the house
I remember as a little girl
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house
I was sitting reading a story book
As quiet as a mouse
I asked to be pardoned
To go to the loo
They were all playing dominoes
So I knew what I must do
I opened up the door
And placed my foot on the first stair
Then I heard someone in a low voice say
“Are you sure that she's all there”?
I felt a tear run down my cheek
I was doing what I ought
Only speaking when I was spoken to
That's what I was taught
When I’d done what I had to do
I went back down the stairs
The domino game was finished
And there were four empty chairs
They were all in the kitchen
Drinking cups of tea
My aunt she turned to me and smiled
And handed a cup to me
She noticed my tear-stained face
And stroked it with her hand
I told her what I’d overheard
She said I was too young to understand
I was insecure throughout my childhood
Never felt like I fitted in
Undernourished because I wouldn't eat
Now I’d just be classed as thin
From the age of five
My time at school was fleeting
Feigning illness to avoid the bullies
And escape another beating
I remember cowering
In the corner of the school yard
Cigarette butts stubbed out on my arms
Left painful, sore and charred
Name-calling and violence
Made me feel inferior
Set upon by bullies
Who thought they were superior
When I became a teenager
Things they got much worse
The bullies were now older
Younger ones they would coerce
To taunt me and lie in wait
And leave me in a battered state
When i got my first job
The bullying it went on
Because my face didn't fit
I was put upon
Got lumbered with the dirty jobs
That no-one else would do
Like swilling down the filthy yard
And scrubbing the outside loo
One afternoon, the manageress
Secretly asked me whether
I would do sexual favours for a delivery man
And I reached the end of my tether
I got my coat and quit the job
Never looking back
I later heard that the manageress
Was found out and got the sack
Now that I am older
No-ones victim will I be
I stand my ground, nobody’s fool
And i am happy being me
Yesterday Thanksgiving
By Franklin Price
11/27/2015
Yesterday, Thanksgiving. We were the dad and mum
Our daughter and her husband to our waiting home did come
Arriving on Thanksgiving eve, we welcomed them right in,
Hugs and kisses all around , our celebration to begin
Had traveled far to reach us. The moon was shining bright.
Arrived in the early evening, not the middle of the night.
We talked and gossiped for awhile; caught up on family
Then shuffled off to sleep the night; all as tired as we could be
Too early was the morning, I was the first to rise,
Moving slowly on my feet, wiping sleep from puffy eyes
Soon followed by my daughter. We had coffee and a talk
She's now almost as old as me; was not how to walk the walk
We quite enjoyed the company not as a father and a child
But as adults to one another which drives the mind a little wild
As we talked, she made me proud of the woman she's become.
Thoughts drifted back to a rocking chair and what we started from
Not long before mom joined us (not my mom, she's my spouse)
She came upon us quietly; just as quiet as a mouse
She is my “little” woman who brings love into the room
It's better if the coffee's waiting to get rid of morning gloom
I quickly got her coffee with two sugars and some cream
Gave her a hug and kissed her, and she quickly joined the team
My son-in-law was still in the bed, been sick, not sleeping well
Was happy he was resting here; thought that was really swell
The three of us talked quietly from Bill was not a peep
Hoped he would feel much better, the longer he could sleep
Talked about what time to eat the turkey and the ham
The corn, potatoes, veggies all the food that we could cram
I know you now are grinning also know you can relate
To all the food there was to eat to have our fill our fate
The four of us together said a prayer to begin
Gathered at the dining table just the place for digging in
When the day was over and the dishes were all clean
And the moon was rising in the east casting light upon the scene
We thanked the Lord for letting us enjoy the company
Hope Thanksgiving was as good for you and all your family.
Then and Now
I knew an old fellow that lived all alone,
He wasn’t very friendly and they said his heart was made of stone.
In an unpainted house up on Quigley Hill was where he stayed,
The kids on our block called the place haunted and most were afraid.
His old yard was a mess, filled with weeds and cluttered with junk,
They said there were graves out back, that he’d chop up people and bury them in old trunks.
Well being the ripe old age of twelve, I just had to have me a look see,
The old gate creaked as I pulled on it to let me in, then I broke and ran for the cover of
an old oak tree.
Then quiet as a mouse I turned and there he stood,
He grabbed my arm and said, reckon you’d be up to no good.
My little heart sunk cause I knew he was going to put me in one of those trunks,
Off to his old house we went and he said, been watch’n you and those other little punks.
He said boy ain’t you got nothing better to do than go around bother’n folk,
An old Model T sat next to the back of the house and one the wheels had a broken spoke.
He said boy do you know what they do to trespassers in these parts,
I couldn’t even make a sound and where he had hold of my arm was starting to smart.
He said I’m gonna show you what I do so maybe you youngun’s will leave me be,
Up to his old attic we went and I got to tell ya, I was getting mighty shaky in my knees.
Then he flew open the door and there was the biggest telescope I ever did see,
He said I’m an astronomer for the government and they pay my fees.
Well he said I’m not a meanie and if you’d like I’ll let you take a look,
It was awesome like things I’d once seen in a book.
He said you and your little buddies are welcome to come by and look, but no more sneaking
around,
Well the old guy got to be the best friend a bunch of kids have ever found.
In return for his niceness, we cleaned up his old yard and whitewashed his old place,
Looking back on memories, and how we make judgments on people without even knowing their case.
I’ve learned not to be too hasty in the way I view people today,
Before I draw a conclusion I at least let them have their say.
As we gather, this cold night
We know our life, has lost its light
Our Father, now has gone away
Never more, will he say
"I love you.", "son", or "sissy"
"Before you leave, give me a kissy."
God, we miss his hugs
His long answers, never shrugs
To watch him, with the kids
He'd always make them, flip their lids
He would make them, clean their house
Or, be as quiet, as a mouse
It was all, just for their good
Though still small, they understood
He did every thing, with thought
His life's wisdom, dearly bought
He taught us how, to succeed at life
To battle through, both pain and strife
But little, he complained
As a policeman, he was trained
A cop, who had no fear
Chosen, Policeman of the Year
For an arrest, he made one night
The details, gave us fright
He said, "It's just my job"
But, his arrest, brought down the mob
A small act, by a good cop
Knocked Raymond P., Right from the top
Always humble, he did not keep
All the glory, they tried to heap
They praised him high, then dragged him low
It did not change, the man we know
At his work, he was the stone
Ever rolling, and alone
There he gathered, no new moss
He dealt with drama, pain, and loss
At home with us, a new man
Though like always, he had a plan
To build, to rake, to clean, to paint
His color choices, made Mom faint
Working daily, he'd say to thee
"Once we're done, we'll drink Iced Tea."
And though, we never got those draughts
Still we had, a million laughs
So he worked us, what's his crime
He also, gave us, lots of time
With himself, and with our Mom
I ask you now, what's the harm
Just as always, he's gone before
Cancer rushed him, out our door
Leaving grand-children, kids, and wife
The soul purpose, of his life
Although here, we all must stay
We miss and love him, more each day
Yes, he gone, he's left our sight
But remember, within us, shines his light
If, you think of him, by day
Think, love, and work, and play
When, you think of him, by night
His star shines, twice as bright
Who was Saint Nick?
Was it a military trick?
Just like a Screen Actors Guild member
You might remember
St Nick made this thing stick
By changing his name to Santa Claus
Then magically he started breaking down walls
Stuffed with love
Santa’s message flies like a dove
It takes faith for children to learn how to wait
They have been told when most the world is cold
This gigantic elf with eternal health
Comes into their house as quiet as a mouse.
Giving something to them
usually left under the tree in the den.
But what does this all mean in this children’s dream.
If you think about it over that Christmas meal
The subject does make one welcome with a warm feel
Already anointed a King we celebrate this fact with songs that we sing.
Jesus recruited bread when he wanted to be fed.
His friends wrote things down and published it when Jesus was no longer around.
An understanding on what thing are about
Can be the true gift when someone is trying to work something out.
At the holiday table interpret what it meant when Jesus was born in a stable
During this time, they wished upon a star
With new hope an answer will come from a far
Does a voice actually come when this is done?
Not really but, this is what was won
You see Jesus gave his life and he really did not have a wife
It was an awful thing since the power of be did not like it when they called him king
Years later here comes this artistic portrait
A man in a red suit who was deemed worth it
Like a main character in a book
Everyone imagines Santa’s look
Just like the holy spirit who steps in to say never fear it.
You do not see Jesus or Santa Claus
But they are there standing tall
In conclusion this is a peaceful solution
That in the end and when asked to defend
It is faith that is the greatest gift
When one needs a lift
Carry on with this delightful tradition
Knowing full well it is a well thought out artistic mission
HEY GIRL MY DARLING GONNA NEVER LET YOU GO--
Hey girl, hey girl
My darling
My darling
Hey girl, I love you so
My darling I’ll never let you go, (let you go)
It was one day
After school
Those other boys think that they’re so cool;
But who am I but just a fool;
For loving, loving. Loving you-
Ooh! Girl, I fell in love wit you
Hey girl, hey girl
My darling
My darling
Hey girl, I love you so
My darling I’ll never let you go, (let you go)
Saw you at the school side corner
I asked you for your phone number
You said NO I said why
You said if you wanna see me
My daddy says you gotta come to my house
Ask for my dad and my mom sit on the couch, be quiet as a mouse
Hey girl, hey girl
My darling
My darling
Hey girl, I love you so
My darling I’ll never let you go, (let you go)
The next day I walked you home
We held hands as we came up onto your porch
I heard a man with a thundery voice and He said…
Hey! Boy, hey boy if you’re interested in my daughter
My girl, hands-off, don’t touch
She’s Gods first then ours
What you know bout love in ya tiny heart (beats)
Probably got nothing there but lust
Then I said no sir
I’ll be honourable
I’ll come in sit on the couch
I’m a decent boy and when I become a man
I’m gonna have your daughter as my wife
Sir, yes Sir
Sir yes Sir
Hey girl, hey girl
My darling
My darling
Hey girl, I love you so
My darling I’ll never let you go, (let you go)
10/1/70
Written word by THE CORINTHIAN™
& James Edward Lee 1970, 2019©
(THE CORINTHIAN™ is a group of two or more writers(which also includes me) that came/comes together when they don’t want to use their real names Pseudonym, and or Pen name- Formed in 1970 Started with some friends and some creative writing classmates and some Relatives
Formed to write R & B, Bubble Gum Soul, Blues later adding Christian Lyrics)