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no shortage of familiar metier real
(material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast
merely a predicament how to winnow
junk bonded barnacled
accretion encrusted
amidst gems buried
within treasure chest,
yet vigilant to sift,
viz figurative fine tooth comb
uprooting excrescence laired plethora
incognito, sans faux
couture doggerel habiliment dressed
necessitating painstaking
poetic rock climbing
ala scaling Mount Everest
imbedding, hooking, grappling
fingered duple crampons
aye con fessed
to myself, the futility
to wrest Shakespearean nuggets,
which analogy hyperbole you guessed
nor does modesty allow me feeble effort
(trite) on par with August bard,
who would rank him,
the highest allotted value
upon assigned (absolute)
value of playing card,
hence tis the gold standard thee
verse a tile scribe based
at Stratford on Avon
this here wordsmith wields
his own literary might always on guard
to stave reprehensible tar tarred plaque
like encrustation glued hard
akin to a geode methodical
mother lode extraction jarred
by the slightest distraction,
thus with bold
ness sigh hermetically
seal off every cerebral fold
vectors against superfluous mind chatter
can upend fragile tenuous hold
when merest wisp of nearly
elusive mental thread escapes,
i feign scold
ding this paperback
bestseller wannabe with told
cha so Harris, thus
keep dreaming envisioning
an green acred Edenic demesne
sprawling across wide webbed wold.
with wanton cries of warning
stroke the waning moon
in the tongue licks of bonfire flame
dance oh dance, barefoot upon the loamy breast
of mother, let swirl within the orb of i
red embers of holy ash
let arms and legs akimbo tilt and rise
to point a beckoning finger to the passing light
milk white upon its sapphire slate
with wanton cries each man and maid unbraids
playful sirens singing to her opal
ringed and ringing instruments, shadows
painted the blue-green, black meadow
prancing star-clad round the
bonfire’s flames
*Dear nette i have been missing your moon dances
so I did one for you. I hope you are well and will come
back to us soon.
**This write is a tribute poem to nette's
free verse poem 'Uprooting the heart veins'
The night sinks into a sleepy spell,
like a wanderer lost in the intoxication of opium.
Woven from restless threads of fire,
a landscape of artificial memories rises.
With shattered faith, I search again
for tender, illusory lips,
Yet every touch becomes a cactus thorn
breaking through desert stone,
and on my parched chest
a scorching blaze roars on.
With sky-sized thoughts, I once held
the world within my palm,
the same hand that carries the ache of gentle sorrow,
the same hand that keeps the tireless memory
of touching you,
My lifelong devotion to love.
O weary life, indifferent whim,
Do not let me fade away.
There is still something left
of all I’ve sacrificed.
Grant me, at last, a taste of fulfilment.
In shrinking and changing,
I lost myself and became a vein beneath the skin.
A miraculous maze swirls around me
in a world steeped in prejudice.
I am absorbed in uprooting
the hidden senses of a sky full of stars.
My own thoughts grow greedy for me,
a wavering silence in the hollows of the heart…
A night drunk on desire,
moonlight glistening like rhythm in my pulse.
My bashful, beloved body twists itself
around my two legs.
Through the stillness breaks a pungent,
burned scent, slipping into every crease
of my panting breath.
At the festival dusk descends
a subtle, saddened longing,
and the harbour of my heart
flutters with restlessness.
The moss-covered, lively grasshoppers of emptiness
are exiled today, withdrawn.
Youth, drunk on the wine of night,
casts off its homely burdens
and reveals time’s three faces.
With its beak lifted, it crosses
the rambling city of confusion,
and even streaming rains
cannot wash shame away.
The inevitable self moves through all of it,
like a ripened body
in Chaitra’s harvest fields.
The intoxicated night devours me whole.
From life’s canvas,
luxurious dreams tumble down in heaps.
The marketplace of the world moves on
by its own laws of immortality,
and the opium-drenched night
keeps me spinning in eager dreamlust,
in the naked deceit
of bewildered memory.
Note:
Chaitra- the dry season month in the Bengali calendar.
He came down from the mountain to find a wife.
He looked under toadstools, pulling them up by the root.
Go get somebody who can stop him, we screamed with strife.
Someone came running back with baby Groot.
What good is he? We asked. How can he stop this troll?
The troll tore down a stone wall, uprooting worm and mole.
Baby Groot spoke to the mountain troll in a language he knew.
Troll sprouted some vines, and they began to grow anew.
Pretty soon he was standing as an oak with very pretty leaves.
How did you do that? We asked Baby Groot, who gave a little sneeze.
I told him if he became an oak, I would find him a wife.
Baby Groot kept looking for one, until the end of his life.
I keep thinking about this summer—about starting a new school—and as soon as I do, I find myself internally monologuing and getting all high-schooly. It’s hoot, I know, but I can’t seem to help it.
‘You know,’ I think, as I’m eyeing myself in the bathroom mirror, ‘I’ll just turn up, looking good, feeling confident about myself and do whatever I want. I’ll go out, meet people and just be that vibe.
I was conflabing with Lisa last night, as we painted our toenails, “I’m a sufficient person, right? I asked rhetorically, “I can work out my thoughts alone, happily pass periods of solitude—nourishing my soul on YouTube.. Ooo, I like that color,” I said.
“You have personal power,” she assured me, as we admired her new nail polish color.
Growing up, my parents moved us, like luggage, about every two years. You can’t just be like, “This is actually crazy.” You’re forced to make a start, with a certain callousness of spirit, because uprooting your day-to-day domestic life, leaving friends, is hard. But I’d end up ok, I integrate quickly, as I love dropping into new cultures—people are so nuanced and clever.
So I've done this before, I have ‘lived experience,’ and I guess I can do it again. Still, I have this, what, adolescent nervousness, where my mind is spinning—even in dreams—planning my new first-day wardrobe, like a middle schooler, three months in advance (I’m a pre-crastinator).
In my heart, I know the source of my untoward apprehension. Social precarity frightens me. I need other minds to rub up against and the constant stimulation and excitement of friends.
But I’m a 21 year old, grown woman—what’s wrong with me?
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Songs for this:
These Days by Nico
find my way home MisterWives
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slang..
hoot = dumb
conflabing = having a fabulous conversation
*11 days after graduating here, I start a ‘Master of Public Health’ at a certain school in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that shall not be named. (ick).
AN UNMOCKED ALLEGORICAL FLASHBACK
When we were young and growing up,
Granny said that all things have a seed,
And that every seed produces its own
Things to be reaped: good or bad:-
At the time, it was hers and the bible study
Lesson to be taught and remembered; however,
At that time, I didn’t get the full allegorical meaning
Of what she was saying: good or bad:-
Now, at this time of grey hair and aged awareness,
I finally realize and know that we all scatter and sow
Seeds—either to the flesh or to the spirit—and what
Is reaped, is according to that which we freely sow.
Now, as I look out over our urban fields, I
Realize that many moons ago, oppressive-syndrome
Bigoted sowers came like plowing evil in the night,
Scattering chaining seeds of corruption everywhere:-
Some fell into the holes of our so-called paved streets;
Some fell into the many cracks of our rock-laid sidewalks;
Some fell into the gutters and were washed around our homes;
Some fell even around the wet soil of our leaking water pumps:-
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black-on-Black crime misery;
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black Families falling apart;
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black apathy and its depression;
From these seeds, we’ve destroyed each other physically and mentally;
From these seeds, we’ve done the oppressors’ harvesting of our demise.
Now is the time to replow our domestic fields with plows of change;
Now is the time to rid our domestic fields, uprooting sown evil seeds;
Now is the time to release those kidnapped chained into new-day slavery;
Now is the time to wage hell against all forces that still seek to destroy us!
Come! Let us get ready my people; the harvest season is dawning;
Come! Let us get ready my people; the coming harvest is plentiful;
Let us get ready my people; time to take back the stolen gift of freedom;
Let us get ready my people; freedom’s vision awaits its due reality:-
Let us get ready my people; reapers must be as equal as is the harvest!
Like uncared unfulfilled wishes creeping to the fore
Irresistible! Impossible, yet? Dilemmatic?
Shy about removing the robe that might reveal the core
Could the cut be covered with the costliest cosmetic?
Disgruntled, like a lion brooding over a lost prey
This itch turns into karma leading to endless rebirth
It becomes the root of my yokes on which I have no say
Expect I dare to scratch till stern stillness surrounds the girth.
Uprooting the weeds, forever, might be the best solution
Could we pluck out the plants because they trouble a little?
Rubbing with a hard surface might be a substitution.
Though commonality amidst these acts is mere brittle
If thirst, physical or spiritual, is timely quenched
The fulfillment of the heart will never be wrenched.
SILLY BUT TRUE: A TANKAING FREE
FLOW OF THE STATE OF OUR NATION
Tariffing power,
With screwworm-like politics
Coopering our lives
Uprooting our lives:
Uprooting human justice,
Tree barking dread injustice:-
Military law,
Takes on nationwide control;
Policing all life:
Modern day monarchy times;
POTUS becoming king:-
Peace soon lay to rest;
The DOD, soon to be
The new DOW:
Download Other Wars coming,
As well as the new Red House:-
Yes, autocracy,
Displacing democracy,
Freely echoing
Power to do whatever
It wants to do, and will do!
Silly as it sounds,
All of this is as true as
The sun and the moon:
A true living reflection
Of the state of our nation:-
Wildly the gale blows over the turbulent ocean
whipping up the waves into towering mountains
that crash down shattering everything in their path
screaming out at the world, hostile and venomous
Nothing in its path stood a chance not from this devil storm
it raged onwards now a hurricane leaving devastation behind
huge waves rushing inland uprooting all as they past through
swelling back briefly, then thundering on, oblivious to the damage
Huge trees, hundreds of years old lie dying, flooding everywhere
slowly the angry winds abate, becoming gentle like lover's touch
caressing kissing as if to say sorry for all the damage and strife
quiet for a while until once again the seas war dragons re-awake
Setting forth on another battle royal, not a care for what is left behind
just terrible life changing damage as Mother Nature roars out her rage
plundering us and what we hold most dear to gain her deadly revenge
by cutting us down to size using all her fearsome powers to teach us
No master doth Nature have to tell her nay, futile to try to stop her
she rages on destroying as she passes, no way to harness this goddess
earthquakes, tremors, volcano's; all these and much more at her command
she will not cease not until we learn to respect her and nurture her planet
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
I have water on the brain
The continuous flooding
It is driving us all insane
Rivers are overflowing
So are dams and creeks
Farmers are not sowing
And losing their cattle and sheep,
Streets have turned into rivers
Caused by torrential rain
The stress causes shivers
As it starts to pour again
Trees are uprooting
And crashing, causing harm
Dingy and boats are scooting
To stranded homes and farms
Vehicles and cars are left on the road,
Waiting for the rain to stop,
So they can be towed
To dry land, when they can find a spot,
Houses no longer liveable
It is unforgivable
Nature in the raw
What has this happened for?
Can somebody explain?
It has caused too much consternation,
Financial worries, ills and pain.