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The most awaited result got publicized, but
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.
With huge audience circling, signal was word alien,
Viewers would holler in unison, "It's raining!"
I now understand the fluctuation of signal,
We'd leave the jammed hall. No rain outside!
Correspondences saw only lethargic typewriters,
That sounded a poll pecking of a woodpecker.
A single wireless station would be queued
With people waiting for, "Pom, pom, Tango, Charlie."
Communication gravely sought its transmission,
Three-band radio justified on its little way,
Only richer lots bought and owned pompously
And my country had a single frequency squeezed.
The announcement was radioed in a succinct brief-
"The result of 1997 ICSE examination is out."
Nothing more or less, of the India-based examination,
I jumped on my toes only to later feel crushed.
My kiths were dejected with my abortive result,
An unofficial hearsay, they caught hold onto
Their dejection pierced my heart, agonizingly.
I'd to visit my alma mater, result matted least.
A two-day-long journey, not by a luxurious car
But on the hood of a truck on a bumpy roads,
Only the Indian highway would ease the journey
Like relieving the physical pangs of exhaustion.
The mental turmoil intensified as I neared
My school where the sheets would be displayed,
The wall would announce to a hundred lot of us,
The failure provoked sleepless nights and journeys.
My heart thudded as I entered the school premise,
Lips dried, even a pool of water wouldn't wet them.
Shivering, perplexity and numbness, crippled me,
I just wanted me alone to declare the performance.
I walked up the staircase with thundering emotion,
The entrance seemed gloomily unwelcoming,
Saw I a crowd of my mates craning and giraffing,
On the either sides of the entrance, sheets full.
No greetings, no handshaking, I just shied away,
Waited for the crowd to go thinly populated.
Just in one particular column to refer, wanted I,
PCA or PCNA - biggest summary of a year's toiling.
My comrades filed out slowly, forward I lunged,
Searching my name, throbbing took its tempo.
Spotted the name, from the wall, PCA grinned,
Pass Certificate Awarded, I became triumphant!
©?Khachab Dorji
Jenna lived in rural Wyoming lands,
where grass rolled over small ridges and buttes,
a small town way out in the cow country,
where the ranchers still throw lassos in loops.
She was driving out to see her boyfriend,
who owned a ten thousand-acre large spread,
he had a big house, riders and a herd,
and was a keeper, all her girlfriends said.
It struck her funny that he'd done so well,
since her man had not been born around here,
they said when we came here eight years ago
he'd shied away from a mustang in fear!
She supposed he must've overcome that,
since now he rode like a weathered cowboy,
he'd bought his own place, made himself a name,
and had brought Jenna no small bit of joy.
He wasn't expecting to see her now,
but she knew that Calvin would understand,
the diner had been sheer hell this morning,
she'd even been groped by a sketchy man.
She needed a break, to hash this all out,
Calvin always had a way to comfort,
and he liked to say that she was his world,
she was sure that he would be there for her.
When she pulled up the whole ranch was quiet,
the hands must have been all out in the hills,
but she saw Calvin's horse at the corral,
had he decided to just hang back and chill?
If that was the case, it was good for her,
she would've hated being here all alone,
so Jenna walked up the big farmer's porch
and noiselessly entered her boyfriend's home.
She was tied, didn't bother to yell,
just padded upstairs to his big bedroom,
the lights were off but a translucent glow
seemed to pierce through the darkness and the gloom.
Inside she saw a bipedal figure
dressed all up in Calvin's battered work duds,
a flat-faced being with a slit for a mouth,
and two huge eyes, both the color of mud.
The skin was smooth, with no human blemish,
a vibrant, bioluminescent green,
and when the figure turned to see Jenna
she loud out a truly terrified scream!
“Jenna, what--”the creature began to say,
speaking the words in Calvin's own voice,
then slumped down and muttered to itself,
“Well I guess no I don't have any choice.”
There before her eyes the green skin shifted,
the figure became Calvin once again,
he frowned and awkwardly looked to his feet...
“Well, I guess I should explain all this then...
CONTINUES IN PART II
Toasty mornings with teakettles whistling bring to mind Danish days on Marata’s
horse farm, ponies prancing in the unusually warm sunlight, and new fangled
sparkling silver water fountains. Mirada, Karen and Laura’s Mom hosted Bob, Jamie
and I for a summer vacation. We had just settled into the whitewashed kitchen
when the problem was presented to us. For years the housed herd of guest horses
had been watered by filling lovely old white porcelain cast iron tubs which had been
scattered all over the rolling green fields of the farm in Faum.
Mirada had the forward thinking idea of saving farm hand time [and her the hourly
wage] of piping water to these beautiful horses with new fountains! Yes, my
lovelies, all you have to do is push your nose right here. Out bubbles crisp cool clean
water, minus the dead flies, which often drowned in the old tub! Seems horses are
very suspicious. Nope the herd was having none of it. Soon, if not cajoled, they
would be passing out from lack of water in the Danish summer’s heat. What foreign
creature had replaced their friendly old white tub of water? Where was their water?
They saw no water. Sure there was a scent of it from that pole but “What the
heck?” snorted the black stallion shaking his head at the girls.
We were told there would be no breakfast, lunch or dinner for us until we helped
get those horses watered. So off we went, shuffling our feet to a meet and greet
with the herd. Marata and the girls knew the horses. We almost knew a horse from
a cow. I went right up to this large black beauty, pet his nose and rubbed my cheek
on his face, love at first sight! Blackie started following me and we walked toward
the fountain. Then the sun glanced off the dreaded thing and he shied. I pushed the
control, filled my hands with water and brought him some. Lordy, lordy he drank
from my hands! The herd behind him whinnied. I tried to get him nearer the fountain
but it was a no, go. He’d drink from my hands but not the fountain. It just goes to
show you, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink, is really
TRUE!
*The next morning Laura begged her own pony AGAIN to drink. He finally did the rest did too then ;)
'An Ill-fated Person Meeting His Loved One'
It snowed
And she appeared like the snow
She appears like the speed of a storm
I do not know when she arrived
Like a pleasant breeze
Why do I look for her somewhere else?
She is all wet in the heavy rain
The filth of the mind gets cleaned on her arrival
I get swayed when I see her
Why am I so?
The leaves have fallen dried
But she blooms at her fullest
Though this life is hers
Who am I becoming so covetous?
There is scorching heat, but she doesn’t sweat
She arrives like the hailstorm
But it’s me who sweat
Why am I so?
She smiles when we meet
She shies away when she sees
It seems my loved one sings and plays
But I go unmoved when I see her
Why am I so?
She appears in the early hours of the sun rise
But never disappears
And I keep imagining her
Why am I so?
She keeps saying, and I continue listening
It appears the life has begun glittering
And when I peep into her, she shies away
Why do I but peep to see her?
Those deer-like blue eyes
Tightened arms
Those movements of a cat-walk
And I wait her coming at the cross-road
Why do I wait her
When I do not know
The date and time of her arrival?
The God carved her
And showered his blessings
That the laughter and the joy be with her
Let no one do her any wrong
It has been ages that I haven’t seen her
But I can’t still forget her
Why am I so?
It snowed, and the snow melted
And then she rose
She bloomed and shied away like the storm
And then there is the scorching heat
I remember her in this heat now
I melt when I imagine her
Why am I so?
I don’t know why
I couldn’t get a sleep today
And there came a snowfall of the next year
I imagined a body like the snow
And thus my eyes opened
I met my loved one
What a fate I have?
Her legs staggered
Eyes wet with tears
Puckered lips
I could not tolerate the marks of lashes on her body
Why can’t I look at her
Even when I see her?
I heard to her sobbing voice
Exhausted shies and gestures
The snow melted unnoticed
And she too disappeared
What an ill-fated person I am
Meeting my loved one!
I thought I was dreaming,
I tried to run, to run so far away.
I doubted, and never believed
That it was me being called.
Being called for this task so noble,
The task, so hard and sweet,
Challenging and changing lives, mine and others forever.
The call, I heard it so clear,
So loud like a megaphone,
It echoed in my ears,
I pretended not to hear,
But still I could not run away.
I had to stop glance and glare,
Looked at it, and shied away.
The task never disappeared, it stayed,
I gathered myself,
With all my weakness and strength,
I leaned on God,
And I said, “ Here I am”,
Use me, my weakness and strength,
I believe my weakness plus Your might
It’s possible
Now I am astonished,
I seek how and where to serve,
You have brought unexpected zeal,
I pray God, you give me
Wisdom as well.
Because zeal without wisdom is dangerous.
The call has challenged me.
Opened my eyes, to be part of your work,
An agent for change,
A person of impact,
A human of significance.
Don’t live me behind,
You gave me a chance,
Allow me answer the call,
Hold me up not to fall.
I know there are challenges,
I know there are disappointments,
I know there are turbulences.
But, there is a clear destiny,
The end so clear,
The end so awesome.
Help me not to give up.
I don’t want to live, just to live,
For I know, I will fade away, at some point,
Let me burn out for You,
Answering the call,
The change, the cell to transform,
The call of impact and change
The call of growth and development.
Let me dream high,
Because you are limitless, and everlasting.
Let me pin up and put up this life,
For a life of change and changing others,
I pledge my allegiance to you.
Iam answering the call,
Saying YES, YES, and YES
I know you have given me life,
Education, influence, and presence.
I have them, but for what Lord?
Direct me on how to use it,
Help me answer the call.
I don’t want to be challenged
And not changed.
Change me too.
Help me redeem time,
Time, so that I will answer the CALL.
Fulfill the promise
For purpose of my life.
© Mwebasa Edson 2013.
Form:
A hot breeze blew the other day, as the Chipmunk Kid rode into Troll Lake Town.
He rode on the oldest, slowest steed, that I had ever seen, a Snail called Abilene.
He came a packing, with a six shooter acorn gun, riding low, for an easy draw.
Armadillo Billy The Sling Shot Kidster, was his intended target, you know, y’all.
Sheriff Bunny Garrett said, he’d shot Billy down, but the word had gotten round.
Billy was alive and in our town, so The Chipmunk Kid wanted him found, right now!
A meaner glare, had never been seen, as it slowly moved, around our town. Tho…
Something seemed amiss; perhaps it was his crossed eyes, and petulant frown.
Climbing down from his stead, he landed face down, in the snail slime of his stead,
On that fateful day, Billy solemnly shook his head, at the craziness of this strange Kid.
The Chipmunk Kid had moxie, but little else of praise or glory, I can honestly say.
For when we told him Billy was here, The Chipmunk Kid, then fainted straight away.
Not to mention, his snail stead, old Abilene, shied away, when this happened, too.
Now, he could have grabbed the reigns, for Abilene had only moved, an inch or two.
But the Chipmunk Kid was a bit flighty, you see, as he took his lasso from his side.
Before he was done he’d tied himself up, and Dear old Billy, couldn't help but smile.
Armadillo Billy knew he’d won in that minute, not having to fire a single slingshot.
That’s how, it should be done, he knew, after seeing what the Kid had wrought.
He was happy, to just once see, ALL come out alive, still knowing that he had won.
They became fast friends, with time, as he taught The Kid the true meaning, of life.
They had lots of time, you know, as Abilene, couldn't seem to make it out of town.
Poor old Abilene was winded, from extended travel to find our beloved, little town.
It turned out; he wasn't a snail after all, just a very confused and ancient old slug.
So, as you might have guessed, we did naturally make room, as we usually do…
Yes, for the illustrious Chipmunk Kid, and Abilene, his dear old slug.
Life As A Highway Robber
Escape from captivity pulled off
when I came of age
boyhood begrudged,
and bested by brigandage,
but willpower sans declaration
of independence begot bravery
against British brutes
bridging caper (involving collusion)
to bust loose from cage,
and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks
and sculpted treasures
by classical masters
without causing damage
taught by professional thieves
requiring minimal equipage
whereat over time footage
sordid memory constantly replayed
plunder and pillage unwittingly
fostering getaway
from hell raising gambits
planting seed to gauge
optimal instance
to feign criminal shenanigans
running rampant with militant spunky gangs
"FAKING" das spies zing
trumpeting hostage killing
and taking, nonetheless
swallowing bitter pill
reeking havoc as honorable image
in order to survive
within world wide
web of criminals (especially
an unwelcome foreigner),
where skills as buccaneer
really put to test, and tried
maximum lawlessness partaken
in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied
pitifull looking indigent vagabond
self away by donning
"FAKE" whippersnapper
benefiting getting to sally and ride
always exuding patriotic pride
pleasing ghosts of founding fathers
against their autonomy from
crown weathering woe be chide
recrimination impossible
to enforce as bride
of Lady Liberty opened arms for those,
who made dangerous journey
across avast ocean
only to confront (whodunit) thuggery
this lifestyle raping, looting,
and burning WITHOUT choice,
but guilt aye didst abide.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Retrospective many generations since
marking birth of a nation
(The United States of America),
now mecca, sans land of milk and honey
current president imposed antithetical ration!
you’d whisper into my ear
but it was my heart
absorbed your words
when you loved me
way back than
you wrote your words and they made me cry
you wrote those words and you know i died
when you did your round about
when you turned on the heat
turned over every single leaf
left me out alone
in the dead of spring
or
was it winter,
it must of been
'cause i thought I’d freeze
thinking back
you never shied away
you’d whip back your thick black mane
(shined like the sun hid there at nights)
exposed your china white skin
never said hush always ready to play
still remember your dice
the ones in gold
with embedded gems in blue
you loved to roll them
the snake eyes bit
i'd swallow the poison like lemonade
handcuffed and whipped
your ceramic nails
tearing into my back
wore my white shirt
'till someone screamed
from behind it was blood red
i dripped on the floor like a lit candle
melted
you clicked your ruby heels
and you were gone
climbed the ladder
briefcase
Armani suit
never shed a tear
i would yell like a cowboy
riding a bucking bronco
not once did i ever fall
again
but i knew who i was
make no mistake
every rodeo has its clown
and I spoke fluent bull
the only knifes i carried
were still in my back
i lived with the pain
when i saw you yesterday
i held my breath for longer than i ever had
i thought the room would flip like a double sided coin
we spoke
i saw it in yours eyes
regret
you’d heard of my success
how fine i looked in my silk woven garb
you said
drinks
but i looked at my watch
and i think your teeth fell out
when i walked away
i could hear your tears
you threw it all away
when you decided
to look the other way
it broke me inside
i'd never be the same
i never turned to look
yesterday
the message i sent was clear
we’d never be we again
how did i feel
me
me
i'd give my right arm
for one pass of your breath
against my lips
I can't help but smile at the thought I'll be seeing you
Butterflies rise up in my stomach, possibly a whole zoo
You don't even know, how many times you crossed my mind
Walking to get a drink of water, I glare at you side by side
The dimples that rise in your cheeks, whenever your smiling
They deepen and flush into a mixture of pink clouds, blending
In class during tests, you sit right behind me and my hearts beating
Trying to act normal, and once it's done, I turn around and our eyes met
Quickly looking at the trophies of the shelves, pretending to look around
Your eyes were a bit moisty, you seemed so caring
And did I tell you that they're my favorite iris, and color of all times?
I felt so lost, I hope you know how much you're worth
It took me seven months to realize, all the snap shots in my mind
I can't help, but sit on the floor with the chair, from all of this and hide
The moment you gave the sweetest compliments
Well, your voice was like the whisper of the wind
Calm like the baby blue skies, clear
Sweet, like the simple things, hello
Going down the stairs, I see you catching up
But I hurry, embarrassed, walk slowly and pacefully
One step at a time, I wait for the special walk
And there you go, you take the opposite direction
I remember every single word you said
They're all in my mind, all in my head
You surprised me, by the weird things you say
Told me to wait, just wait and expected a hug
I remember the first one, and I couldn't reach you
You were whispering in class to your friend
Looking down, hair covered your face
You glared, and I shied away, in grace
is this that word, that rhymes with rush?
Starts with a c, and says "hush?"
It's raining, what to do
Time is passing, im fond of you
Hope it doesn't take too long
Oh no, it sounds like a song
hopefully this will all go away
it is wasting my time to stay
Was this skinny love
Or maybe just a dove?
The Open door (My life’s Maze day)
Yesterday I painted my dream with the colors of the earth
like many I was afraid of the unknown’ land of dreamers’
The walls of doubt surrounded my thoughts
But to kill the shadow-(dark) is to shine light on it
And faith is ‘but’ the path we fallow in the absences of defined reality
I will not hide behind the shadows of ones long gone
Indeed you never know what you got until its gone’
As I climb above the walls of my life’s Maze, my purpose is set clear
I do not go up the ladder for the world to see me
But for me to see the world
Many moons have passed, Days have become nights
Weeks have become months, Years have become decades
But the true secrete behind the Vail of Mona Lisa
Is known best by the artist with a brush, Da Vinci had a code
Yet the portrait revealed is left for the world’s eyes to interpret
So fear not dear reader and walk with me through this open door
But beyond this door is a story you never Knew
This is a story of a child, as son, a boy and the man, you have come to know
Take no offense in the face of reality, indeed courage is not the absence of fear
But it is the strength of a hero within, without false promises
As the journey continues and we turn another page to my life’s maze
my foot print remain a mark not drawn on the ground or printed in rocks
As we have passed the ages of the soft stone
Let it remain visible in the hearts I have touched
And to the hands I held, the grip remain brotherly
The words spoken be a shied to guide and protect the broken heart(-ed)
For the earth’s beauty can only be defined
When we acknowledge that the moon, the stars and the sun
Are but one thing that give light to earth
As is the earth one with them
And we all stand to be judged but one creator above all
So walk with me through this open door dear reader
Let’s retraces the journey and discover through twist and turns
For the life of me without false promises……….