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the goose is putting signature
on the plume detaching from its tail
the queue is overflowed with crowd
groping in the memory of the gathering people
so many safety pins and cello-tapes
are found
on the shoulders of some wayfarers
there is the stammering cold
2.
the body-language of the moon
is being so changed
the enthusiastic may test
blood came down
when the tap is on
and sweat
now birds from siberia
are flowing in through the disc antenna
the dravidian air is ever changing
now none can get ruined
following all the grammar
3.
the sole hunger of the winter
is being noted down in the note book
covered with human-skin
the clouds of the summer and the rainy season
are salivating
the garrulous spiders are detaching the shells
of the dead deer and putting the gardens in the iron-chest
throwing dry leaves to shoo away the coke
oh, the sleeveless palms
are all the new girl-friends ok
4.
putting on the rain-coat to save the skin
or it’s an armour
is your body safe
fireworks are twinkling
piercing
the fire-brigade has gone to a joyful journey with the clouds
admit the charisma of the bathroom
you the adult buffalo
don’t forget to tell
the experienced cormorants have flown in from the marshland
5.
diving in search of kisses
I saw all are stings
even the wicker tray with the articles of ceremonial reception
can’t escape bite
would you be clean
oh engrossed abir
so many flakes of snow on the branches of the guava tree
the festival is in your teeth also
tame your blood
don’t submerge the river into the waves
and there is the sky
beg a rail
I shoo away
all my twisted creations
(I can’t let them taint this
With the vileness
I spawned them from)
She approaches
I lower my head,
eyes staring into hers,
opening myself,
feeling her
intertwine her energy
with mine,
closer she comes.
At this point
mist like trails of essence
spiral out of the corners of our mouths
like smoke,
hazing sight.
I can feel her heart leaping
as I touch the right side of her neck,
the throbbing
stirring my desires
and as our power
closes us off to the world,
time freezes,
ice crystals
forming on my fur,
her feathers,
snapping off under their own weight
making chime like sounds
as they shatter
beneath us,
my nerves alight
as her fingertips
graze my cheek,
and her claws sink into
the small of my back,
like a forest fire
running through the brush,
melting away the obtrusive growth.
I feel her quiver
as my nails run down
her ribs
and her slim,
narrow waist,
our lips touch
and the clock starts again,
(reality must exert itself)
as the mist swirls in
I know what to expect,
so it doesn’t burrow into my brain
when in the clarity
she’s gone,
instead,
my heart still pumps,
and in the worst case
this undead
has felt life again,
maybe I’ll progress
instead of shriveling
and sealing my crypt once more.
The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
You take in rays of sunlight,
And breathe out the colours that swell.
The life of a stained glass window,
Oh so boring, oh so dull,
You give light to others,
And shoo away your own,
While they see the world in colours,
Your sight you loaned.
Colourblind by choice,
You live in a monochromatic world,
Your wants and needs,
Have all been sold.
Discount, free sale?
Anything for you!
For how a stained glass window feels,
Is anything but true.
I paint and handcraft rainbows,
To shine along churches and stores,
But if my hand grows tired?
Who cares if they're sore!
The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
This stained glass window,
Hates to endow!
Curse the rainbows they'll miss so well,
Now that their world is dim and dull,
This stained glass window thinks they should go to hell!
The pretty colours adorning a pedestal,
The shards that make streets glow,
I should all let it go!
This stained glass window,
Paints the world in black and white,
And this stained glass window,
Is no longer right.
The life of a stained glass window,
Oh so boring, oh so dull,
Who wants a stained glass window,
With no pretty colours? Well...
No one.
Lately, as sure as the sun rises on the eastern horizon
A certain cheery robin [the same one every day] sits
On my porch railing and tells me Spring has arrived,
When I have acknowledged her presence, she skitters
Across the yard in search of juicy earthworms, and
Suitable materials for nest-building beneath the soffits.
I am having an affair with this insanely personable bird
Who chatters at me like we are old remembered friends,
Chirping her familiar tune to announce her presence,
She flits back and forth from yard to the dogwood limbs
Like she is searching for the perfect nesting spot,
[She misdirects me, for she has already chosen the eave]
Reminding me how, last year, I had protected her young
From all the feral cats that staked out her location.
So, I will do the same this year. I will occasionally peek
Into her nest to see how far everything has come along;
She knows I am keeping watch, protecting her from harm,
And when her fledglings teeter on the edge of their home
I will sit on the porch and shoo away unwanted intruders;
Making sure her babies have their wings before I retreat.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written on February 15, 2021
For Spring Bird Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Rain beats down on the window pane
As the flood gates of Heaven suddenly open
It is pouring out in torrential flow
Like a Reservoir, all at once broken
It has come down as a welcome respite
To fan away the humid sweltering heat
It falls in drops and flows in rivulets
Washing the dust of summer drought
With a sudden burst from the weight laden clouds
It lashes down in steam and fury
Plummeting to form ripples in puddles
And filling pools and ponds in hurry
In slanting sheets, it almost pounds
Flooding roads and making puddle
Gushing through pipes and rushing down drains
Water floods, causing men to waddle
Rain has its abode in heavens so high
And hides behind clouds of mournful gloom
In silver strings, it spans the Earth
And cleanses the plants in resplendent gleam
Sudden is the wind, coming to shoo away the clouds
And the sky is once more cerulean blue
As the music stops and the humdrum stills
The water seeps, giving no evident clue.
After an angry couple’s furious fight,
As the house goes back to an uncanny calm,
The rain has vanished, leaving little trace
Cooling the Earth and causing no harm
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She used to stalk her imagination, from her perch in the shadow, on the sill,
And I still step over the spot in the darkness of the grapevine
Where she used to wait for anyone to pass by, while we pretended not to see her,
So that she could attack your ankles and see how far she could claw you, Before you ran away.
Feline objects were her enemy, and the other two hounds in her pack,
Pretended to be scared of her, and they were.
Little fishies were her delight, and flowers were nosed off to the side,
But now the birds in the vine can relax and even go to sleep.
We loved her too much, and sometimes she loved us in return
Her little chirp, and her lioness purr, we can still hear
As we see her sprawled out on the kitchen floor,
A wolf; a tiger; and a friend.
All those of allergic persuasion were magnets to her fur
Peeling off her, as she rubbed and watched them grimace, too polite
To shoo away such an adorable creature; but their sneezes did the rest.
A piece of rope was a snake, so she jumped,
And then pretended that she knew all along, just to make us laugh.
We still do...
( written after my cat Pandora was killed by a car...)
We never meant
to say sorry
it was more of a smoke filled
tiring of breathless gills
The morning wakes us all
all too soon
cats on tables
and cigarettes without a flume
Time tells
all of us will die
hard to be black and white
tend to shoo away little smiles
Time has a great grace
of wage and handfuls
of terrible mistakes
I heard today
he shot him
little sleepy town in minnesota
been dreaming of death
and how sad that from now on
the man i once knew
will never see daylight again
what is wrong with us
society is a
filth of regret
might fly back and visit him in prision one day
just to say hello
mistakes of others make you feel desperate
no use in making amends
talked to my dad tonight,
gonna send me some money for Christmas
i can see his lights,
and the brilliant display
how i miss them,
unlike no other
my dad, my sister and of course
my drug addicted brother
aint to late to go back,
but for what?
just maybe only for them cause no matter what happens
my family is my heart, my soul, and my kin.
Feeling sad?
Well that's too bad,
But why mope around in a dark blue funk?
Don’t let life’s trouble
Burst your bubble.
Why waste your time on all that junk?
Now, life might have you in the pits,
But it's not time to call it quits.
Don't let those dark thoughts clutter up your mind.
Come on now, let's meditate
On things that cheer and elevate,
And leave the morose, gloomy things behind.
A great big laugh
On your behalf
Might drive the gloomy mist away.
And a toothy grin
Above your chin
Could brighten someone else’s day.
A chuckle might forestall
The family doctor’s call,
And, maybe, even shoo away the nurse.
Some stuff and nonsense matter
Could make the day go better,
And, I guarantee, it will not make it worse.
Form:
Nine months of gestational pain
But for me you bore it with a smile
When it hurts me even a little
Your heart beat stop for a while
When I am near you
Your love wraps me and care
When I am far from you
Your blessings shield me there
When I am sick
Your magical touch makes pain shoo away
When I am scared
Your voice makes my fear run away
In success your praise gives me strength to keep up
In failure your encouragement lets me not to give up
When things are going wrong you hold me strong
Like threads of a quilt
Even when times are hard
You smile like a flower whose petals never wilt
Your love gives me protection
Mom you truly are an epitome of affection
I am so blessed with this special gift from above
I thank God for sending you
To guide me through and shower your love
I am thankful to you for all you do
I love you too mom as much you do
When I say:
I will fight to the death for you,
it means
I will spew flames at those who dare
lift a hand and bruise your soul.
I will grind down to ash the person
that ever makes you feel small, or less than.
I will break the bones of those
who think your body is only theirs
to do what they want with.
I will shoo away the ghosts
that attempt to haunt you
in your darkest hour.
I will cradle you, as I did
when you once smelled of baby powder,
when your heart breaks from
first love,
first loss,
first pain
from those awful things you can't comprehend.
I will be your anchor,
when everything is flailing
and the wind is overpowering
and the storm is threatening to drown you.
Come back to me,
always.
Because when I say:
I will fight to the death for you,
it means
I will light the world on fire for you
even if I get
burned along the way.