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what was my name? asked the passing wind,
how do i know... humming a song, the wind
passes the wood hopping and jumping on the path
why am i standing here? asked the drifting cloud,
how do i care... embracing the trees of the mountainside,
the cloud drifts buoyantly dancing and bouncing around
what am i doing here? asked the blazing sun high above,
it’s none of my concern... throwing burning fire to the earth,
the sun moves west while beckoning a reddened glow
why am i still here? asked a leaf fording rapids,
you may have an inseparable tie on this troubled world...
as if sighs and sobs, the leaf roams on water with murmur
when can i be there on the other side of the world?
asked the stars above a field of shriveled reeds,
one of such dark and frightening nights
where the blizzard whips and tears the broken reeds...
the stars fell on swaying reeds became a chilly downpour rain
Sun up you're up time's up get up
light on paste on brush up brush down brush all around
chin up shave up wash up wipe up you're out
kids up mom's not
suit up tie on press down the thumb go-round
then down back up flip down to pull knot-up
turn-round looks-round grin up aplomb all done
drive on downtown park up lockdown press up
look-round liked sound work bound all-round
onto a room, found pot a brewed on two
drop up on top the cup a brewed
a tongue go-round fresh ground abound go all
around or down more down but not the ground
looks-round clock found heads down aground
looks-round, and found, holds-up brewed cup
time's up fun's done work bound must run
had fun all done kids off yes Hon what's up
we've a meeting at ten--not again, I said, no Xbox--thought 'twas for me ... oh is it any wonder?
Career has developed huge glands
a surrogate, closing the eyes from loved ones.
Suit and tie on the pages of priority
sucking life away until age loses its lubricant.
Banks hold the candy, but only stored in the oceans
virtual becoming more real than evident links
absorbing trust, kindness and patience to make humanity less.
Power tussle of nations to show who owns the pie
while poverty and greed slips underneath to make it taste sour.
Religion and sectional identity, emerging lords
never voted for, yet mandated to sting.
What matters the most matters less
and what matters less is craved the most,
a lesson unlearned, not until attacked by a virus.
Lockdown necessitates a two-day hold of papa’s hand,
which is a hundred times more than the previous ten years.
Societal red flags normalized for the world to move fast,
family is life, to love is also to live.
When basics are complicated, the world needs a reset
no thanks to affliction, history still is the teacher.
Family, love and happiness, others should remain appendages
this should be on every flag when we are set free.
Billy Carts and Marbles
Yes, we all played marbles when we were just kids,
Had a big ‘Tom Bowler’ and a bag full of migs.
Held onto your marble with fingers and thumb
No fudging allowed, and your eye was the plumb.
Picked out your opponent and stayed on the line,
Connect with a’ kisser’ that marbles now mine.
I also had swappies, a hand full of cards
Would take them to school and start bargaining hard.
I ‘ll swap you this one, if you swap me that
Get a pair or a set, so long as they matched.
We all had so many by end of the day
Then sort out our stacks, or just put them away.
Outside we played hopscotch, a tor we would find
Drew lines on the concrete, or dirt, did not mind.
Throw into the big squares then, hop up and down
On one leg, but out, if your foot touched the ground,
Or stood on the lines so we learned how to leap
Right into the square, not just fall in a heap.
A Billy cart made from old pram wheels and wood
Collected from tips, we brought home what we could.
With rope we would tie on, to steer the front wheels
Attached to the T Bar, would brake with your heels.
Then, down the big hill we would really fly fast
But if one just fell off, all have a good laugh.
On wet days we stayed in and played our board games
Tiddly Winks or Ludo, the boys had their trains.
But often outside in our gumboots would go
To play in the rain or built men in the snow.
For hours in raincoats all riding our bikes,
But if it was windy, released our stringed kites.
A skipping rope featured, also a big hoop
Even boys had a go when we looped the loop.
Kiss-Chasey when older, to catch out the one
A peck on the cheek, oh what innocent fun.
Our days filled with something, “I’m bored” never said
Up early each morning, then early too bed.
That bush school I went to, my memories still dwell
The Three R’s we learnt there, plus we all could spell.
At school Monday morning, the flag we would raise
Sing ‘God Save the Queen’ with respect would we praise.
Oh yes, I remember with fondness recall
Those days of my childhood; how we had it all.
Christine ©
Rakhi to my brother
No distances can part
no bearing can breach ...
As tender strings of rakhi
I tie on my brother's wrist,
Send heartwarming wishes
to Illuminate those paths,
that we traversed together
Holding each other's hands.
He reciprocates with a gift
my fav he has always known,
Vows to stand by
In all thick and thin,
His pat on my back
and caress on head hearten,
Many nostalgic memoirs
recalled to brighten.
You my brother
I can always count on,
and lean on ...
Words fail me.
Those wonderful years
throughout my life,
spent in fun and pun,
Many blissful moments
some tears shed,
Laughter and scoldings,
Tiring little games
Homework giggles,
lovely vacations together.
Cute hard chases
around in the courtyard,
Climbs of mulberry
amidst beehives,
Winning brought cheers
while losing gave sigh,
Etched in souls
are memories so sweet.
You my brother
Rise and shine,
Wish be the best ...
bubbling as always,
Sparkle forevermore.
Written August 7, 2017
For my dear brother Vasu
Mines the wonder
Living is an act of aggression. Every time I go out of the house it upsets the balance of the universe. Today I had someone tell me that things were coming undone, old news I replied. They said they were searching for the lost glory but I swear the only thing down that block is a liquor store, a gas station, and an industrial supply house whose rolling door looks so old it amazes me every time I walk by that it doesn’t fall off and crush me. I still bear that burden once a week, it’s the shortest route to the liquor store, I try to be stoic about it. Sometimes when I am sitting on the couch I think a profound thought such as ‘’what if these fleas were not meant for me, what if they were meant for someone else what have I gone and done?’’ In the final judgment, true virtue is going to be thin on the ground. Am I redeemed in the fact that they are fruitfully multiplying, held in surety, or is it usury, for the true and worthy recipient? Another mark in the book of deeds I tell you, and not the good kind. The postman is a really nice guy, I see him out there right now installing some brand new zip-tie on the mailbox to hold on the door that fell off last month, the birds nesting in the back won’t like that. Oh well, I will have to cut it off again, and this time I will have to bring the door in till the birds move on. When they do I will take it back out there and clean out the nest. Then he can zip-tie it back on for good. These timely maintenance tasks are all about scale, I say better luck next time. One little round spot of light in the world, that shines through the barn roof where a nail worked loose is that there is no point in changing, that would only make things worse. As to the hows and the whys, all I can say is the less I know the better, but ain’t the view grand.
She's oil in the water, that refuses to blend
With a hair tie on her wrist, embracing the wind
Pleasantly dowdy, breaking rules out of spite
Above laws and limitations. She knows when she's right
Don't go and dare her, she'll do as you please
Just proof to herself, it's fit how she sees
She's never lukewarm, laid back or fickle
It's out of her norm, to feel, just a little
Emotions come in floods of passion and cause
Either, taking her breath, or not there at all
If her aloofness is bothersome and you're pained with concern
Ask and she'll admit, it was too insignificant to be learned
You can't make her debate over anything political
She doesn't care, either way. Not even a little
Her mind is closed shut, accepting no visitors
If you don't live inside, you don't exist to her
A small minded person? Not even close
Pick at her brain. She'll give you a dose
A hardy helping of knowledge, about what she pursues
accrued information. Advice you can use
Sure, she's a challenge from a different planet
She doesn't ask for acceptance, but will quickly demand it
This is her world, you're merely a guest
A Martian for entertainment at its very best
In Britain, in Britain
The clock it is ticking
As people tend flowers
Or Q’s last for hours
And blood pumps and pounds
All in vain,
Our time is misleading us,
The chase is deceiving us,
How! Does it all sit in the frame?
Do we need so to scurry.
So make mundane things our worry so,
Questing for labour in vain,
And it’s how are we looking,
Is my tie on just crooked,
As the funeral rolls on in grey rain
As cold as ice water falls,
Expressions are whey or palled
Train wheels click incisively,
Paths taken divisively, and the TV shows repeat again.
Doors open or shut
At your mansion or hut
The place you’ll most likely be,
A safe bet for equity,
A capital certainty..?
"Just as long as you’re in on the game"
You won’t be a square,
You’ll be all set up there
With a letterbox under your name
That’s where it will all descend,
Offers of money lends
Tax and utility bills without end
© Joe Maverick 01-09-2010
I had a little mimic once when I was about twelve.
If my hair was in a ponytail, she would tie her hair in a ponytail.
If I was wearing an apron, she would tie on an apron.
If I laughed at a joke, she laughed, but more loudly, like she did not get it.
I asked her politely a few times to please dial it back a bit.
But anything I said
She repeated.
Anything I did, she did.
Just a few seconds later.
She would not stop.
She could not stop.
She told me she tried,
But no matter what, if I did it or said it, she did it or said it too.
It got so annoying my family finally moved away to get rid of them.
Because her mother was also mimicking my mother, and her father was mimicking my father
And they apparently disliked it even more than I did.
I lie in bed, almost asleep,
But my mind has other ideas
And begins to mull over
Everything in my life!
Suddenly, I am wide awake.
I turn on my side and fluff my pillow
To get more comfortable.
I resolve not to think about anything,
Make my mind a blank!
But my feet are cold! I sit up
And pick up socks from the floor
And pull them on. That’s better!
I stretch out flat on my back
And try relaxing all my muscles
From the top of my head down,
As I’ve been taught. Doesn’t work!
I turn on my side and curl up.
I breathe deeply - once, twice -
Oh! Oh! Oh! A cramp
In my calf pulls me upright, and
I leap out of bed onto the icy floor.
Flexing my foot and leg, I limp
Painfully back and forth
Around the room.
I approach the bed again,
With trepidation, and smooth the
Blankets and pillow just right,
Wooing sleep. But no! Still,
Questions float through my head –
“Did I…?”“How will …?”,
“If I organize it this way, then…”
“Stop! Stop! Stop!”
I tell myself. I try humming
To drown out my thoughts!
Now I’m too warm. I toss off
A blanket and throw the socks
Back on the floor,
Untangle my blankets
And punch my pillow! It’s no use.
I get up, tie on my robe,
And go downstairs to the kitchen
To make a cup of chamomile.
While I’m waiting for the tea
I eat two crackers,
And some ice cream
I spoon right from the container.
I carry my cup carefully into
The dark living room, settle
Myself on the couch by the window,
And watch the patterns
Made by the wind and trees
In the park across the street.
The steaming tea, the monotony and
Dark hypnotize me,
And finally I relax.
I trudge wearily up the stairs,
Crawl back into bed,
Pull up my blankets,
And fall well and soundly asleep!