Long Salving Poems

“Only from the Heart”



Only from the heart
can you touch 
your Blue Sky

poems -
short sentences,
sometimes long

why do we write?
only the shadow inside
knows why we harmonise

contrasting dark and light
some verses like 
ancient parables
 
in dusty tomes 
that...

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We owe it to our doctors 
 


We owe it to our doctors… 
The ones who took it to be part of Sun Pharma’s greater mission;
 
To prevent disease rather cure
Cure and control if that happens at all; 
Defying...

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She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre...

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PIERCING EYES
                                 ...

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These words 
Stream-of-consciousness-soup really
Rarely chosen with care
Falling on thirsty ground
A lost soul trying to find
"the great forgotten language" *
For
"the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth." *

Uh-huh, I see you pointing 
To the "lost lane-end...

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What does it mean, when the Sand gets stuck?
(Gets stuck in the Hourglass)
What does it mean about time?
What does it mean about space?
Are we given a Respite?
(I meant, ‘was I?’)

Does this mean that all callow...

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Do you see the frame or the cage?
Step beyond and into this: a rare and colourful bliss,
island of calm in an ocean of rage...
Yesterday, the thunderous sunder of schizoid storm.
Today, this eden of balm where...

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A HEART OF GOLD
A
Symbol of a
Seraphic being you are,
For to the hopeless, without a
Behest a chest of hope on a platter
Of silver you offered, and the cold
Maimed, with your fur, warmth
You gave.

To
The feeble minded
In the...

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A serene succumbing through windows pane
In morning solitudes of the secreting scarlet sun
Where love penetrates partitions of the past
Riding on the refulgent rays of luculent light
~~~
Orbs of passion permeate the twilight realm
As they tease &...

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The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve...

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Run thru the half-baked moon, snag slices
of dark fear, to cast off the forward bow
or stuff into mud-duck's ear.

Strap a double-edged blade high
upon your thigh. Greet the mugger 
with courage, leave him shrunken.

Shore up the...

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From my lips to Santa’s ear,
I sure hope he can hear.
My silent plea for intercession, 
I don’t ask for any beloved possession.
I ask for the broken to be mended.
The pain and sadness to be ended....

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Rock-dashed the prey of storm-laden weather, 
  matchstick flotilla of dreams, 
shore-tossed and broke, reassembled together, 
    emotions resolved not to die. 
All that is well, ending well in conclusion, 
...

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Sky aglow upon your reflection
Blue eyes of glass bestowing affection

A symphony segueing perpetually,
A Psalm of praise ascending gradually

One by one you extend along,
Road by road you chant this song

Heights you reach, you soar, you shimmer,
Your...

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Today
the hands of time wound
back the clocks to

morning,
mourning-mired, clocked at
forty-six past eight

exactly
when wanton wings wrought 
terror's shocking stat: 

two
thousand forty nine! All ground
to zero with the towers twin 

turned
dust-cloaked debris choking
in a cloud of acrid...

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Generations sing songs
Long after the apple
Gifted pleasure and pain
Unraveling ripe notes
Driving lovers insane

Generations sing songs
Of whiskey beards touching
The dirty old man earth
Chasing long and short skirts
And those who just gave birth

Generations sing songs
Waves driven East...

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