You turn the light off
I begin to bump into myself.
Jeeze, I am a such strange shape in the dark -
all that fat and sweat moving like eels,
bones sticking out of my mind,
hair crawling over a lumpish face.
You turn the light back on,
just a bedside lamp,
a warm halo and honey glow.
Damn,
I am lovely!
Categories:
lumpish, poetry,
Form: Free verse
it's not just water that fills our ocean
buoyant as that may be
it's more of matter over mind
anchoring aground
when bluebirds no longer sound
I still hear them
echoing through the silence of time
a coded coo corralled in unconscious
intertwined
a slow dance of death
unrehearsed
shadows aloof
to die
upon the sword
but as one
blood wrung wrists
washing away in the waves
wreaking a lumpish shore
Categories:
lumpish, ocean,
Form: Free verse
From the far distance blue and red lights flashed
Hearing the news my heart full of surly disease
A lumpish venomed puking stir in me dashed
The soft quiet cries in the night never cease
Seeing your mangled beaten face gave me a fright
This ill-breeding son of gun has a death-token
Even in my nightmares made me not want him in my sight
Heartless cold blooded beast cannot be woken
My dismal-dreaming brain thinks you want his baggage
You and him are not meant to be married
Because of the devil our hearts are full of luggage
His leftover baggage is none that needs carried
After the villainous rude-growing hugger-mugger
Sins and lies are still my life tugger
Categories:
lumpish, abuse, anger, conflict, how
Form: Sonnet
(Post war in Sri Lanka, connecting the North and South of Batticaloa road, the bridge was constructed to replace the old Kalladi Bridge that was built by the British 70 years ago.)
In sounds of heavy weapons
And shot notices vibrated
Gods and Brahmas
Gradually praised
Heart of the Kalladi Bridge broken
Re- built bridge is too ling
Lumpish fishes
In fear of shot noises
Then they died my buddies
Rivers and lagoons
Overflowed with bloodies
The bridge built whereby,
Fishes without buddies
Narrow road widens,
While the hearts being parochial
Serpents compete,
While the human beings vanished
Though it could to join,
Having built a bridge
Lost the tune
In a broken and cataclysmic heart of song
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
lumpish, holocaust, peace, political, war,
Form: Blank verse
Bearable winter
Blanket covered cold
Attacked by white Gas of
Fallen Snow
But unbearable silent
Cripples into the home
Like a snake
To live with loneliness
Get Scattered past
Comes like a shooting star
Burning and blasting
As a thunder bolt
To the vulnerable heart
Like a novel keeps turning pages
Last chapters of the age
Tries to be active
Like a butterfly
While the birds are vanishing
Letting to the cold
Heater in the home
Makes warm the room
Cooks once in a way
Finding the present to share it
At the evening table
Cold darken lumpish light
Turns to here and there
Trying to realize
The nature of life
A sigh of pain
Or a sigh of relief
Unconsciously comes
Likewise something missed
In the life of four seasons
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
lumpish, dark, depression, grief, lost
Form: Blank verse