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Blasphemy
The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.
For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee
'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'
the caustic tongues of the evangelists...
across all religions
new-age and the ones of old
baffle me even as I hear
a single simplistic sermon
for they really do, view us all
as blind imbeciles
scurrying around like faithless vermin
the caustic tongues of the evangelists...
wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise
while here and now
their hypocrisy festers
within their earnest
well-meaning eyes...
'...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat
aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat
bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise
allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...'
'...in your heart you desire the maidens of heaven
yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety
o' sheikh, may allah protect me
from the people of allah like yourself...'
is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about?
if so, then glad am I
for they shouldn't be the only ones
who preach and rant and continually shout
from their pulpits ever so high in the sky
from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth'
from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell
awaits both the strong as well as the meek
while oblivious to the reeking foul smell
that encourages prejudice and hate
and visions not of peace
but of endless chants and prayers
which they, in their opium haze
rattle on and on
as they never seem to cease to speak
and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed
will threaten
hurt
and offend
friend and
unfriend and
acquaintance alike
but...
take pity on me instead
for it'll surely be I
who'll burn eternally
impaled by a benevolent god
on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell
on a crude wooden spike.
Form:
I don't know why it is when you really don't have much to say
People ask you well what wrong honey you’ve been awfully is
Quiet today. Well did they ever stop to think that maybe you've
Just got a lot on your mind and you can't even seem to think
Straight 'cuz they just rattle on and on...you just wanna scream
Would you please just shut up and leave me alone...
Nobody can be upbeat and the social butterfly all the time, no
Sometimes everybody just needs a little quiet time, time to reflect
Relax and unwind, so would you just go read a book or something
Nobody feel like hearing the same ole thing all the time, day after
Day, this doesn't mean you ain't loved but good Lord would you
Please just go away...
Well and I don't know why it is when you're not in the mood
Every freakin' night, you’re having an affair and getting it
Somewhere else, you just wanna pull your hair out and throw
Seething hard at them but you're really just too tired to fight and
You just wanna shake them and say don't you know there's more
Than that to life and if you don't think there is could you please
Go and just take care of yourself, I’m not in the mood, and I’m really
Just not in the mood tonight...
Everybody needs a little alone time, A LITTLE ROOM TO BREATH
Some peace and quiet, some peace of mind from time to time and
A LITTLE ROOM TO BREATH!
Through the woods I carefully tread
Darkness surrounds and fills with dread
Silent clouds obscure the moon
Briefly break and lift the gloom
A clearing darkness once concealed
Parting clouds have now revealed
As I draw ever slowly near
The scene, obscured, becomes more clear
In the meadow two giant oak
Loom over trees of shorter folk
Dead leaves rattle on gnarled branches
And on the ground, hide where the path is
A darkened pool beneath the trees
Ripples in the Autumn breeze
Cattail gather at the shore
Insects buzz and chirp and roar
As I step into the clearing
Sudden quiet greets my hearing
There beyond the pond, a shack
Light shines out from every crack
Branches woven into walls
Over which some ivy crawls
An old woman, a crone, a hag
Dressed in clothes of tattered rag
Stands beside her ramshackle home
In her hands a mysterious tome
She beckons to me, calls me near
Moving feet I can't stop or steer
Greenish skin and bedraggled hair
Pointy hat and an evil stare
Hands like claws open the battered book
From which she reads without a look
What she said I shan't repeat
But my heart did skip a beat
What happened next I can't recall
It was a dream, that's all!
So I climbed out of my bed
And from my foot, a leaf was shed.
You are my sun, you are the only star I have ever known;
One joy the more, one ache the less;
Had kindled those baby fires o'er your face;
Dimples that twinkle and a smile whose glow scares the dark.
The finest of what gold cannot buy,
Yet the purest of what love can find.
How dear, how divine their burning poise.
What a tress in all earthless grace
That runs down thine spine;
So splendid, so sublime, yet kink.
Like a brook that hums down its sequins unto the vale.
Where flawless curls and cloudless skies mingle,
And deathless rainbows find clime.
A fair yet rear beauty you are,
A heart whose love is chaste.
A hive of lips and fingers that spoil,
Whispers of sweet words and stingings,
And a caress whose sachet holds a million flavours.
An embrace whose tight leaves a smell,
A smell that crawls up my sleeves to the shoulders,
So pure, so garden-fresh, what a heavenly scent!
My darling Luche, grass cries, mails fly, numbers lie and flowers die,
but for you and our love, I vow to try.
Every noise needs a silence to rattle on;
Every candle needs a dark to shine on;
Every heart needs a cage of ribs to drum on,
Yes, very day of my life needs your love to lean on.
In a warm bath tub, you and me,
bath salts,bubbles,perfumed water,
naked together, knee to knee,
trickles time, faster and faster!
Touch of soft skin in aqua warm,
passions aflame, forest fire,
thunder, lightening, rumbles storm,
lips on lips, bare chest, live wire!
Skin to skin in timeless embrace,
fingers tips trace contours of mind,
heart wanders in unguided daze,
where love can see but death is blind!
All of oceans unmeasured depth,
expanse of the limitless sky,
Love can fill with a single breath,
may be we live or we may die!
Half lit forests with crescent moon,
howl of wind shakes denuded trees,
unseen danger lurk in sand dunes,
undeterred we love, carnal peace.
Lets live this moment, moments last,
a few more moments until dawn,
to be swept, buried in times past,
loves farewell, before I am gone!
Guns rattle on in distant night,
abandoned lanes and broken homes,
in a lost cause, no wrong, no right
I journey soon to where death roams.
“The night of passion and desire” poetry contest
5th placement
sponsor Faraz Ajmal
Written 07/09/2020
You think that cowboy is all chatter
Seems to rattle on about stars
Truth is what you think makes no difference
He's about to taste first love
She has long golden hair
We've seen it before when a cowboy gets the wobbles
Won't be worth a damn for some time to come I'd guess
It won't be long before his head gets to turnin'
Be a little short handed 'til she tells him "yes"
Cowboys fall in love
Harder than other people
You'll hear him say "shucks"
He might even say "yes ma'am"
First time he's ever been wise
August 19, 2016
For Contest It Takes Four
Finding the needle
Sit by my side in the small garden with
Tall trees that cast shadows and cools the summer
Just sit there at my side and let me narrate
My story, how a poor boy from a Nordic country
Ended up in the interior that has no sea.
From seaman to poet, and yes how they laughed when
I drunk recited my poems to an audience of fools
Who didn`t see how exploited they were
From ship to ship I was always fired it was the drink
You see, or that was what they said.
So many harbours and the sat in bars by the docks
While I went up town to see reality and not the whores
And cheap drink drowning in sentimental music
Somehow I was always disappointed I didn`t belong
And was a rudderless ship drifting in the ocean of life?
You do not understand but hear the pain I suffered
Not belonging to anyone. Freedom is challenging, and
honestly doesn`t give you friends, so just hold my hand
and let me rattle on till it’s time for tea
Faces come at me as stricken
as graveyard moons.
The supermarket hangs heavy,
laden as it is with neon anchors.
The aisles are runways for empty eyes,
a few sections contain searching bodies.
She turns to me at the check-out,
she has me tagged;
wine bottles from the mark-down bin
rattle on the moving counter.
She clutches a red plastic pocketbook.
Brown knee-length boots, dimples.
Gold button earrings - worn-out pretty;
hard liquor in soft bottles.
There is just us, and the
shuttling hands of the shop-worker'
She has to talk. "Sorry," she says.
I wonder if I should apologize also?
I think we are just forgiving each other
for being here in an awkward moment,
in the late hour, exposed like this.
Outside, the car park is lifting off
into the night.
A thousand aliens are leaving
to search for salvation.
I can't look at them,
each face is a small moon shining.
A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intone words from the breath
of spray and brume.
Where the sky hangs, gull beaks open
to scoop the bones of a shoaling surf.
My heart is booming
in a hollow seashell.
This is the Church of a God
disrobed of human thought.
This is the roofless house
of the sun and moon,
a place consecrated to the storm,
to the depths of darkness;
to the bright blades
of the suns daggering rays.
This night the rough
tussles with the calm
and they dance at the edge
of a clashing chaos.
Mother, father, stranger,
we are all here speaking
through a whirlpool’s gullet,
yet who has gone ahead of us
to express this sea-glow
and hat surfaces at the edge
of our own shores?
I first saw Snakey in my flower garden.
I had moved a large rock and he was curled up under it.
There were some beautiful X’s in his pattern.
I did not want to know if there was a rattle on his bum.
So I put the rock back and let him continue his slumber.
The next time I saw Snakey, he was slithering in the yard.
He had dashed around the base of a walnut tree.
Going fast, traveling for what reason? Was he after a mouse?
I watched, but could not see at this distance.
I am pretty sure it was the same snake. Tan with a bit of yellow.
About a week later I found Snakey at the top of my concrete steps
They are in my side yard which lead up to my second garden.
It was a sunny day. He was curled up in a fetal position, soaking up rays.
I decided to go a different way that day.
I was not afraid, but he looked incredibly comfortable.
I did not want to disturb him.