Long Thumped Poems

The Little Master, Sachin Tendulkar

At Wankhede Stadium in Mumbai,
   The Little Master chose to say good-bye;
His Rembrandtesque canvass hat shading eyes,
   He whispered thanks up to high-open skies.

Gods spurned earth but...

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Nothing more than a pretty smile - repost

There she was chasing a rabbit 
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hidden amongst
swirling...

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                       CONT FROM PART 1 ... 
PART 2 THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT...

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ANIMAL COURT

I relate this story from my room in the Quiet Vale Giggling Academy

A reader might find my story hard to believe
BUT!
At one time in my life –
As a matter of fact quite recently –
I...

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The first time I saw Vera...

I saw: A scrawny, wrinkled, little thing with sallow wrinkled skin, a head of fine white hair that looked like a dandelion gone to seed and a pair of faded...

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The historic tracks had marked the scars on my back. Shots, cuts and chops, I can 
remember that, society, families, friends and girls were also the cause of that. 
School I once loved so much,...

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Forty-Five years ago, it was, then
I held my Bible, as a close friend
Yelled loudly and thumped my finger
If you don’t believe like me; a sinner
In my self righteous indignation
Looked upon folks as heathen

However, I’ve mellowed...

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He walked into the dusty saloon,
maybe an hour after high noon,
his face still smooth with the touch of youth,
eyes dead-set on seeking out the truth.

He saw him there, two men at his side,
looking just like...

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There was a time in yesteryear
When I had lived alone,
I had come across a certain fear
Of things that dwell below

My mind kept leaping back inside
The dark holes of the unknown
Till one night I felt cruel...

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Sitting past his chamber door, once was a man who was adored. Every night and every day he had a girl, for whom they stayed. 

After all his love and all his lies, he met...

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I relate this story from my room in the Quiet Vale Giggling Academy

A reader might find my story hard to believe
BUT!
At one time in my life –
As a matter of fact quite recently –
I had...

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There she was chasing a rabbit 
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hidden amongst
swirling smoke rings in a foreign accent

To the...

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Liberation of Paris (August 26, 1944)

Who would have thought
To see American soldiers
Under the Arc de Triomphe
Marching along Champs Élysées,
In the Liberation of Paris;
When a short while ago
German soldiers' goosesteps
Thumped on the avenues,
Filling Parisian hearts with...

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The rain didn't fall 
last night so much
as it was thrown.

The wind didn't blow
last night so much
as it was whipped.

And a whip is
a thing which
lacerates, it cuts.

The day after
was the last day
and the next days
will...

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HURRICANE HATTIE                                 ...

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To my dearest dear…
Waited! Waited! And Waited!
Long-time yet no reply
How are you? Where are you?
Since November you didn’t called back.
Writing for you once again
Just with that hope you will answer me back. 

All these days...

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I hid
Bricks formed into a patchwork ochre cuboid
The planet 
One side in unforgiving chill 
And the other
                  ...

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(when Esther went to ask the King without him inviting her) – Esther 5:2 And it was so, when the king saw Esther the queen standing in the court, that she obtained favour in his...

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Everywhere I see You,
Everywhere I feel You!
In a bit or a byte,
Capturing throughout my vision,
Romantically draping You, in my arms of prison!
Ohh my lady love,You rose my heart & I felt rocked!

Accompanying You, Aimlessly I...

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(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her...

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a boys own adventure has now begun
on a beach blazed under a Turkish sun
we`re here to take land from the evil Hun
and are told we are doing this for everyone

orders were given from the mother...

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The words fell on my soul, drawing tears
From the depths of my spirit, tender tears…
Rushing down naked cheeks, penetrating
Hope with stabs of regret, sorrow, angst
An ache that gave me a feeling it would never
Fade or...

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In an old thatched house,
In an inhabitated corner,
Of a ghost village,
Lived an old woman.

Aged not in years, but in struggles and tears,
guised with prematured grey hair,
Empty mouth, wrinkling skin,
And unsupporting nerves.

Every morning she'll place a...

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At a lonely little village, on the 19th february 1857, nearly 200 men and boys, gave up their 
souls into heaven.
Men like JOHN and JOSEPH GRIMSHAW,two unfortunate mining folk, who left for work, that
fateful day,...

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ATTENTION READERS:
In the interests of full disclosure, our recent sightings of Humpty-Dumpty were reported on social media. In addition, the most reliable eyewitness happened to be an illegal alien, somewhere in the South. We cannot...

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