Abusing the meek,
Manhandling the weak,
Pleasure, if you like to seek,
Thinking that they don’t speak,
Your life becomes very bleak,
Once the torture reaches its peak!
People will no longer be mute.
If you change not your pursuit,
It will bring down your repute;
Very bitter is its fruit!
Become not ‘The Narcissistic Sun’;
You will be liked by none.
Permanent is not your power;
Hour by hour, it withers like a flower!
Take not pride in your strength;
Be aware, too short is its length!
4th Place
Categories:
manhandling, 5th grade, pride,
Form: Rhyme
I love how he is always manhandling my precious purse,
It's better than how he was handling my actual purse.
I love how he is always fondling me until I aloud curse.
Categories:
manhandling, first love, lust, passion,
Form: Sijo
They have frowsy flamboyant hats,
some are born English,
while others are obviously alien.
They need a deep corner to thrive,
or a high ceiling.
Like Maasai maidens their necks
are stretched to infinity,
they will not take much manhandling.
If we ever find their spaceships
we will need a stepladder
to greet their leader.
They both cure depression
and bring depression on,
especially if you stand too long
in their shadows.
Categories:
manhandling, poetry,
Form: Free verse
An amount of dark and light
is all that may be required on some days.
Awareness can monitor the heart-rate of God
underneath the surface of the teaming world
quite well
with a portion of this and that and no more.
The worker enters the full field,
begins to hack his way through
the unyielding,
yet in his labors
he knows he is this well-spring
of the infinite
even as sweat stings his mortal eyes.
This is the way the world turns
all by itself, rolling up hill
faster than we can run after it.
The center holds, without manhandling into place.
The allotments of light and dark moments
always leave a gap
where the worker can stand
as still as timeless stone
in wordless prayer.
Categories:
manhandling, poets,
Form: Free verse
As the TV screen comes alive,
Screeching with news of death,
In natural calamities and road accidents
Of war on Ukraine that kills and maims thousands
Of carnage and bloodshed,
Of gory tales of rape and molestation
Of manhandling and suicide
Of battered childhood and teary eyed women
Of politicians’ pandemonium open n’ outrageous
Their nasty tirade and mudslinging
And similar scenes of sickening magnitude,
My hands grope for the ‘remote’.
The channels swing past in lightning speed
From frenzied gyrations of lovers of celluloid
To serials lengthening into infinity
Of love betrayed, tears shed
Bonds snapped, hearts shattered
Until at last my fingers settle
On the wonders of the Animal Planet
Where the beasts roam free and fearless
Where there is no greed to hoard
Where no one wears a mask
And everything ruled by sheer survival instinct!
Categories:
manhandling, anger, conflict, death, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
I was pulled out of the school; doomed into hard labor,
To my home, at budding age, I became a life-saver...!
When kids of my age, with stylish satchels, proceed to school,
I, in cracker-workshops noxious, chemicals heat and cool...!
With my tender hands, I shape cute beautiful fire-works,
When I see, you crack them, my wish to do so, within sparks...!
The fumes and toxins I breath, I know, are deadly harmful,
I cannot just shun them, as life toward me is scornful...!
I am squeezed in often, into damp, cramped throttling spaces,
Where, doctors say, children catch incurable diseases...!
My fingers and hands get blisters; they often itch and bleed,
I cry loud within often, who could, my soundless noise, heed...?
When I, owing extreme aches, from mounting duties relax,
Manhandling me, my master, like a galled gory goose, quacks...!
Rules and laws, they say, made for our benefits, are, many,
They remain in books, and for us, never earn a penny...!
I have just one request, to you, dear friend, who's of my age,
When you meet one shabby like me, do not flare-up in rage...!
18 March 2022
Categories:
manhandling, child, child abuse, childhood,
Form: Couplet
September is here
With skies bright and clear.
Summer birds will be southbound.
Cooler breezes near.
School football we cheer.
The young quarterback is downed.
Parents go berserk,
Call player a jerk
For manhandling their loved son.
The ref's not a shirk,
Is good at his work,
Says no infraction was done.
Categories:
manhandling, football, september,
Form: Rhyme
Self-perfidy ignites the story again
Contemptuously, I run to my patience's edge;
Strain it further, till I make the inner-burst.
Then, retreat callously, pricked by mundane-me.
Stuffing disgust, within air already replete with loathe
Growing old meaninglessly was never been so apparent.
Earthly cravings enshroud 'tomorrow-shines' Dreams
Habituated to condone the swerving: - hope-spikes almost dead.
I concoct excuses faster than getting tagged for manhandling promises
But sometimes, envying weeds, I realize how wasted I am.
Time seems insensitive to my pathetic pace, But I
Still cling to long-back-brewed self-expectations.
With just few hope shreds, I keep the faith candle lighted
These loaned hopes are too expensive to afford now.
Categories:
manhandling, angst, faith, hope, life,
Form: Free verse