The Arcade of Love
I've spent years running the same maze,
Eating dots with the old phantom right on
My stilettos .
Blinky with the what if's, Pinky with the almost.
Then you showed up and the whole arcade lit
Up.
I finally caught a power pellet and turned around.
Now we just run the maze together, two yellow
Mouths clearing it one corner at a time.
The maze breaks apart, half the screen turns
To lifeless
Two of us kept going anyway, the board ran
Out, We didn't.
She personifies the rift between town
and gown in the city,
pageant pretty, in pale pinks pellet,
lace sleeved adorned,
like a primrose she stands prominent
a gringo cigarette in one hand
Mexico’s flag in the other,
her country ‘tis of thee
like the contrafactum
of an earlier English anthem
God Save the King,
American democracy
she paints her de facto
her homeland in turmoil,
under an anthropomorphized sun
lest the moon’s clash in her own sky
Olmec ruins, laid foundation
stone heads, deep-rooted cacti
leaving behind the natural nation
she’ll advance athwart
contra the cold chicken coop
industrialization’s smokestacks,
the iconic River Rouge Plant
ugliness versus beauty
a glossy façade?
homesick for her pagan past
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear gas, pellet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs; the world falls apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices go unheard
Wishes fade and blur
Every heart has become a graveyard
Sweet melodies step down
As Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed away
By the deluge of tears
The soul of Humanity becomes a prey
To the endless wild forest of wars
While atrocities have robbed
Jaws of their smiles...
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yes, perhaps for you,
For you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Oceans of blood,
barren trees, burnt houses,
Tear-filled eyes, and shattered bodies.
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place!
Yet, our only home,
Our only hope....
Gobble
Power pellet
Here I come; its go time
How do ghost have same momentum
Unfair
owl guarded the owl pellet house nightly
bats tried to get him to move
but he was a serious guardian
the inhabitants were from another world
helpless to defend themselves in this realm
he insured their safety
the aliens owed him a mountain of debt
before they left, they granted owl a power
he chose invisibility, thus becoming a most dangerous predator
his gift was well earned and appreciated
night owl loved his gift
If by night, you guys off the Rez,
Carrying cases of beer,
Hardons for my mom,
For me and Charles, fear,
At the top of the stairs, we sit,
Unable to see, but intently listening to their bull,
Pellet gun loaded,
Pumped 8 times it’s like a .22,
If they hurt my mom, through eyes I would shoot,
Eventually, we’d get tired and go to our bed,
It would slowly go away,
the burning in my stomach, and the anger in my head
If by day, it would be much the same way,
I would be locked outside,
The little blonde ,
Would put on a show,
As I yelled and pounded on the door or window,
We’ve endured some of the same,
poverty, cold, and government food,
But our similarities disappear in a flash,
you have your perfect culture,
And I’m poor white trash.
JEV
Fat drops pellet the ground.
Steps splashing, scattering ripples.
Ripples in time, circling out
from the moment, the here, the now, the present.
The present of laughter,
sheer joy at being a child
being cuddled by fat drops
that ripple in rings, then retreat
once memories fade.
Take my each poem
then apply to everyone
may like to read them
when he liked to landscape
did cut down my each drape
then tried to escape
when (she)(he)(Jill)(Bill)(Jan)(Stan)(they) etc. would covet
instead of saying shove it
always did love it
When She (He) etc seem so cute
Would begin wearing bathing suit
While he(she) was a brute,
which was a tribute
cost a loot of loot
Instead of a being a bathing suit
with a horn that had to toot
when wearing a repellent
had been horribly hard to tell it
(she)(he) etc. was shot with a pellet
when it was above all(which way)
to call cards she was way to tall
how the (which way) dice (chips)(cards) will(did)(had to) fall
(game we had to call)
(dealer was a doll)
(always would appall)
(was seen in shower stall)
Zafar Supari killerz First priority is to disable or kill opponent through chemical drink.It can be in the form of a powder,a mist,a pellet,or it can be dissolved in water or weak acid.It is water-soluble,odorless,tasteless,and stable.It can also be injected in the form of liquid.Chemical drink,drugs and injection game over.
Note.Zafar Bhai Urf Supari killer is dangerous.
I was blessed to have been adopted at age thirteen.
When hunting after a torrential rain I slipped into the Potomac river and by holding onto my pellet gun, when it slapped the mud, the cocking mechanism sprang open, locking onto a stump allowing me to pull myself free from certain death in that wild rushing chocolate brown Potomac river.
Blessed to have survived a heavy weapon-laden military aircraft engine loss and fell five hundred feet before regaining our altitude, a truly horrific experience.
Blessed to have a bullet aimed at me pass through an open passenger window of a car, passed right in front of my nose, and smashed the driver's side window instead of passing through my head.
After being wrongly accused and facing twenty years in prison I was blessed by a man who saved me from committing suicide, and all charges were dropped.
After all of this and that, there must be a good reason for me still remaining among the living, for I am blessed and highly favored.
Buzzards are circling, hawks are screaming,
in the backyard crows are tearing into a dead pigeon.
Songbirds are not singing
but watch silently from the hedgerow.
This is a day for the predator's,
a black cat slinks through the trees
looking for a free-range lunch.
As a lad I used to shoot small birds
with a pellet gun,
now I shiver in the noon day sun,
hoping that the claws and razor beaks
will fade away to a place
where children never kill for thrills.
A land where pigeons fly unmolested -
undigested.
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
kids are blinded; men are jailed..
Women are molested; the old are tortured..
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
Jungles of wars are scrambling Humanity
Sighs are ruling the throne of sweet Melodies
Deluges of Tears removing the rainbows of joy
Atrocities bewitching the innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say this world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yeah… for you... as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will see...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams...
Birds with trimmed wings...
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
Earth is ugly .... Eartians savage...
Earth is a cage...
Earth is but a jixed place....!!
5-22_22
Paghunda Zahid
Basket hanging on my hand
Went to a magical land in the spring
Huge apple trees where I stand
In the morning dew breeze
Ruby red apples shining ripe
Some smile pink as a blush of a bride
Crystal pellet of water droplets
Is a bead necklace embellishing the fruits
The ground haul some of them
Where it slides and chop
Or be fruit to the little vermin
Who widen their mouth to flavor
I plucked some apples
To fill my bucket
Some were blowing the space of my pocket
Ah, luscious apples, so sweet and ripe
Apple plucking, or is this heaven?
A pellet of hail
suddenly fell from the sky
as tornado came.
My muse smirks at the fixes she leaves me in.
Sometimes I wake up in a swamp teeming with alligators.
Or chewed up and spit out by an angry owl, in an owl pellet.
Once she let me wake up with half an eye, the other had been devoured.
Trixie’s wild sense of humor seems to amuse other people, other poets even.
They send her fan mail and flowers, one sent her his boxer shorts.
I am the unappreciated Van Gogh of this relationship.
The next one who sends her a gift will receive an ear.
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