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Watching the TV coverage
Of the great government shut down
Of 2018-2019
I am reminded of a movie
As I fall asleep
Listening to the TV
Blather on and on
About what it all means
Mr. Natural pops up
And screams
"It don’t mean s….
“Dude, the endless movie
Is about to begin”!
A middle-aged white man
Down on his proverbial luck
Just been fired
Replaced by a foreign worker
Or a robot
Or just fired
Because he was no longer
Deemed useful
To the masters of the universe
If he was lucky
He'd be given a watch
And an IOU worthless pension
And the man wanders into a restaurant
Pulls out a gun
Eats his breakfast
After the official breakfast hour
Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask
Drops acid, Snorts speed
Drinks a shot of booze
And coffee smokes a joint
Snorts cocaine for good measure
and smokes a cigarette
And walks outside
steals a bus at gun point
Filled with passengers
He tells them
They are hostages
And he puts on his vest
With the dead man switch
Next to the bomb
He announces
Via tweet
He is going to take the bus
To the proverbial pot of gold
Hidden deep in a cave
And when he got there
He would release the hostages
And disappear into the mine
And never be found again
And as the bus careens around the mountain
At 100 miles an hour
The dude sprouts out
Conspiracy after conspiracy theory
About Obama the Muslim communist
secret gay working with George Soros
the Jewish money people
in league with the shapeshifting lizards
and Mueller is one of them
they are all after him
because he knows the deal
And the passengers are transfixed
Half hoping, he would make it
Half hoping, he would be blown away
And as the bus careens out of control
With the wheels falling off
And the cliff looming ahead
You realize we are all doomed
Visibility is low, wear a bright vest,
Cycle with lights on, caution is best.
Stay on the bike path across the Tappan Zee
The Hudson's below, but you can't see
You can't see the water, the fog is like a wall
It might be a blanket, it might be a pall
You peer through glasses - an ancient man smiles.
Your bike hums in tune as it laps up the miles.
Turn south to the rail trail above Grandview
When you see a face, you seek for a clue
a man emerges, with dogs on each side
He looks sarcastic, but you nod as you ride.
You reach Piermont Pier, last stop Erie train
Soldiers embarked, not all came back again
The white in the sky obscures the sun
Seagulls rest but your peace won't come
Memories like waves begin.
The air is soft, so what stings your skin?
Father couldn't speak before life disappeared.
You dream of him as you stand on the pier.
Fog as a cloak, you hide in a cloud
People are scarce, but you don't like a crowd.
Head down in the fog, try hard to shed a tear.
Stark bare trees on a foggy pier.
Last look back on Piermont Pier.
I had a cat that marked his territory right
into our TV – fried the whole thing
But I will not graffiti my alleyways with
crude phalli,
Spewing armchair warrior slogans across the concrete
My best friend growing up was a real whore,
in the kiss-and-tell sort of way
A real ladies’ man... He was a real bastard,
I’ll tell you that
But I will not line the walls of my den with
taxidermied lovers
Nor will I cage my dove for fear of a hawk.
Does the absence of glimmering swords
Take away from the radiance of her smile?
And what good are these powerful minarets,
Without the sweet, sweet song that echoes across them?
I have not fallen in love with a fish in a
bucket.
I have not fallen in love with a fish in a
bucket that will dart away
Never to be seen, if she ever touches the
sea again...
Which raises the question: why the bucket?
I have no interest in the bucket.
I have no interest in being the fisherman.
I bait no hooks and reel no lines.
I would much rather be a sea horse.
We can all learn a thing or two from the sea
horse.
So enough with this nonsense of honor and
chivalry
Enough of this predefined manliness and
rhetorical dick-waving
Enough of cages and lures and foxes in the
chicken coop
I see a lioness and her fawn under acacia
shadows
While my thirty-something year-old
compatriot playboys
Are on the prowl for pretty young things in
search of a fantasy
Wearing cravates of woven chest hair resting
over shirts not quite buttoned,
With Ralph the Polo Player getting bigger
and bigger
I have no fur coats, and I won’t sport any swag
I have no car horn to honk at your skirts,
No sly comments to mutter as you pass
No scarves to force around your heads
No honor to vest in your purity
I have only my faith in love
And whatever flaws that may bring
So what is it then,
to be a man?
Your hand brushed mine, old wounds did speak,
whispering fears that I won't let recur.
I'm learning to trust, to let someone seek,
without plotting exits, loves unsure.
My head under your chin, a comforted rest,
you didn't recall but I felt blessed.
In the dark night, with streetlights' gentle vest,
your warmth was a comfort I'd love to test.
The Uber stopped; my fantasy did too.
I left before my heart begged to stay.
In the dark my body's longing was true,
wishing you'd touch me, in the shadows' play.
You climbed out, your tall frame, stumbled behind,
I felt your sleepy hot breath, on the nape of my mind.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulled me close tight.
In your warmth, I found my comforting night.
Every teddy knows that every girl and and every boy
Needs to have a teddy who will be their pride and joy
A teddy bear companion in the life of him or her
Will be a snuggle buddy even when they’ve lost their fur
For when a bear is truly loved its fur will start to wear
A sure sign that that cherished bear was carried everywhere
And snuggled with your bear at night when mum turns out the light
There is no need to fear the dark with teddy cuddled tight
But wait, I hear you say, what if you haven’t got a bear
The truth is there’s a bear for everybody, everywhere
But there’s no Santa Claus for those who never think to ask
So bears are brought to children by a teddy in a mask
Sky Ted lives upon a cloud, he has a telescope
He uses it to see through ceilings in persistent hope
That every child he finds will have a bear to help him cope
But Sky Ted takes corrective action when his scope says, “Nope.”
For rainbows don’t just happen; Sky Ted makes them with a wish
And rides down on a unicorn to visit little kids
So if you haven’t got a bear, there’s no need to complain
For Sky Ted distributes his teddies, even in the rain
But Sky Ted has a schedule that will sometimes leave him beat
And one or two of you have bears you think you’ll never meet
For it’s a great big world and Sky Ted truly does his best
But there's a teddy looking down, with your name on its vest
So if you’re too old for a bear (which never shall be true)
You sense someone, but no-one’s there - your bear is watching you
So hug the bear you have; if you have none then just pretend
For wherever your bear may be, he’s there and he’s your friend
For every child that’s ever born, a teddy bears their name
And Sky Ted’s making rainbows, which to him is not a game
So whether you be four or forty, even ninety eight
Your bear will one day find you: All you need to do is wait.
Stoically he faces the enemy hoards;
Emotionless and appearing almost bored;
Courageously, “Onward!”, his battle cry;
Masking the coward hiding deep inside.
Sending his men to certain death;
From a distance he witnesses many a last breath;
While he rides secure upon his steed,
In the rear of the men he was trained to lead.
Medals pinned upon his chest,
In royal garb and a crimson vest,
While soldiers, barefoot, heed his command;
Advancing into the enemy’s land.
When all is lost and no more can die;
Long after he retreated in this futile try;
He laments, “No reinforcements ever came”,
Although his incompetence is to blame.
His own account of this failed event
Includes tales of bravery that he’d invent;
Masking his fear and cowardly feats,
Creating glory and valor from his defeats.
With trembling heart, as an attempt I made
To leap across, he woke up with a start,
The sword fell from his lap with a sharp clang,
A terrifying scream when made me jump,
I saw me leaping from my bed, sweating,
A crescent moon looked pale in morning light,
I looked a weary sleep-starved man at dawn,
And my crazy Maher Ali screaming,
As was his daily custom while he strode,
‘Stand back, stand back', he yelled winding his way.
Such abrupt was the end of my first night
That awaited a thousand more of fright!
…..
A gulf growled O betwixt my days and nights,
A worn out and tired me going to work,
Cursing last bewitching night's weird dream,
Yet, all new nights came pledging new promise,
Though shackles of my work were far from sham,
The nightfall would catch me in eerie thrall,
O overwhelming me in total snare,
Intoxicating and overpowering,
When I’d get reborn as an unknown knight
Of a bygone era, playing my part
In unknown history never ere writ,
My English coat and tight breeches standing
The least in my fertile mind's fairy role,
In red velvet cap, pyjamas too loose,
An embroidered tight vest, flowing silk gown,
Many a shaded, scented handkerchiefs,
Musing o'er an elaborate toilet,
I'd sit on a high-cushioned velvet chair,
A hookah filled with rose water in place
Of a usual cigarette and proud face,
In eager anticipation to meet,
Who else? My first night's sorely missed nymphet,
Black beast, pet aversion and dark secret,
But for that spoil-sport eunuch's blocking feet!
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana,
divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
I JUST,THEN YOU SUGGEST A QUIT EVENING ME WEARING THIS VEST,
I CONFESSED,YOU,JUST LOOKED AT THE WAITER & ASKED WHAT'S NEXT,
HE LOOKED AT HER AND REPLIED,A SMALL DESSERT ON THE SIDE,
ON THE SIDE OF MY CHILLI & RICE,
SO DEVINE, I THINK ILL HAVE TWO DESSERTS,
WHATEVER IS YOUR MENU,PLEASURE HE WINKED A CASUAL FLIRT,
AS SHE CRACKED A SMILE OVER VIEWED HER MENU OF CHOICE,
I'LL HAVE THE CHEESECAKE WITH STRAWBERRY SYRUP WITH ANOTHER CLEAN FORK,
SO HE TURNED AND ASKED,
SO I'LL TAKE THAT YOUR ESCORT FOR TONIGHT IN THE EVENING VEST,
THEY WILL HAVE THE SAME AS YOU I GUESS?
SORRY BUT, ILL HAVE A SLICE OF APPLE PIE WITH ICE CREAM ON TOP,
THE WAITER ASKED HAVE YOU TRIED OUR DESSERT TASTE OF A RAIN DROP????
I DON'T THINK I HAVE,IS IT THE HOUSE CHOICE DO YOU SUGGEST THAT DISH,
MAYBE FOR TONIGHT,AS YOU WISH,AS YOU WISH,
DOES THAT FINALLY GIVE YOU COMPLETION OF YOUR DESSERT TO DEVOUR?
I'LL ALSO HAVE TWO GLASSES OF WINE????AND BRING HER THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS,??
AS YOU COMMAND SO IT SHALL BE,
TONIGHT BOTH YOUR DESSERTS ARE ON ME,
COMPLIMENT TO YOU IN THE EVENING VEST,????
AS YOU WILL SAMPLE SOMETHING I RECOMMEND AND SUGGEST.
BY.ANNODAL
It was 4:00am when I woke up
To go fishing for some trout
I packed my gear and tied some fly's
before I headed out
When I got down to the river
About a quarter after six
All by myself, a perfect time
To use my fishing tricks
I reached inside my vest
And grabbed a little weight
And I stuck it on my fishing line
Twelve inches from my bait
Then I took a piece of orange thread
And I tied it to my hook
Then I scented it with my antidote
Of garlic flavored gook
I caught a lot of fish today
I must have caught about fifty
So now you know my secret bait
Use garlic gook, it's nifty!
Answer apt art
Craft clever cure
Rupture raids rut
Odd orbs obscure
Sense sanguine sire
Treats touch trite
Ink inner ire
Claim charming cites
Verse vibrant vest
Echoes embrace
Rich ripples rest
Self seeing saves
Etchings express
Sour senses slave
Rapture ripe rays
Hurts hurling hoarse
Yield younger yea
Mind mulling moss
Expound end-aye
Note nimbus nice
Obsess odd-prize
Work wordings wise
Hideous hurts heal
Etchings erase
Reveal rich reel
Each end embrace
Leon Enriquez
22 January 2016
Singapore
(Note: This is an Aacrostic poem with Alliteration.)