Tangled in dark thoughts
ominous imagination
n oiled parts
dark arts
cryptic mechanization
things strange insane deranged
feeling it all slipping away
falling in & out of me
of the I see
tangled in dark illusions, decree
strangled n bright sharp shards of light
watching, waiting
all the illusions to depart
lost in uncanny imagery
Belated wishes my dear Mahatma
Yesterday was your birthday
I every day see you, you know
Yes, while counting Rupee notes
All remember you yearly once
But, I forgot you just one day
Though I did serious shopping
I saw you not in notes strangely
Gandhian way is never Indian way
In many notes you get cuts and oil
And forged notes also circulate
Forgery and you side by side exist
You preached that truth must be told
That is why I very frankly confess
Today my bank will as usual function
I will see you thousand times surely
Mechanization has now emerged
So many never at all look at you
So that remedy is also sealed
O- Gandhi- Going bad are all we.
A SCRAPING OF SHOVELS--
A duel of occupations;
Farming or construction;
2 metal clad tools of uncovering';
Clang N clang, touch rub N bang;
Scape-scape, dig-dig on dirt, sand, gravel and rocks;
A scraping of shovels;
Excavation in construction;
Mechanization via steam shovels;
And later hydraulic equipment;
Hand shoveling dirt onto metal covers;
A scraping of shovels;
Connection tween shoulder blades and digging blades;
That the words also means spatula and spade;
Touch me, touch me metal or bones rocks and gravel;
Rubbing together like a scraping of shovels;
Spades lack triangular points;
But are fairly narrow rub and touch;
Dirt and metal, sand rock and gravel;
"spade" and "scoop” a doop dig a hole;
Coal shovel scooping a scraping of shovels
A snow shovel shoveling snow, a scraping of shovels;
A wide aluminum blade that is attachment;
With a short hardwood handle with "D" top;
A shovel called a barn or grain shovel;
Used for grain" spade" and "scoop” grab and hold;
Rubbing together like a scraping of shovels;
3/3/19
A SCRAPING OF SHOVELS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:John lawless
RISE AND FALL OF FORESTS
Deforestation and mechanization,
Have vanquished,
Tribes and animals,
Have been banished.
United the world must stand,
Against those,
Who grab green land.
Corporations brazenly,
Partake in this nab,
Their only thought
To possess and to grab.
What do they gain,
In this pitiful game,
Only fear of a lion or tiger
Or man with a knife
Who has to fend for cubs,
Or a family of five!
The elite but greedy few,
Will be the target of revenge,
For Karma will be due.
Forest dwellers and animals,
Must sustain their livelihood,
When driven to an
Urban neighborhood.
They need to survive,
And will attack to stay alive!
Wouldn’t it be grand,
If we could be assured
That our forests remain
As precious green land!
Gripping my pen in desperation
Waiting for the words to appear
Slowly it travels from my brain
But just as quickly disappears
The words don’t want to come
They are stuck in the abyss so full of pain
The pain that stifles my creation to the
Point of no salvation, the words so sweet
And gentle hide behind the dense fog of
my imagination. What a nuisance this can be
Tortured thru my own mechanization