marauding foxes
mutilating fruit
minutemen mischief-makers
marching upon us
pick our pockets
laugh at our loss
“No mangoes for sale”
maimed, mangled, mashed
sweetness shamed
to death
ants and gnats feasting
off illicit mango chutney
sly scamps
evade
like Bolt-pace
their intake
of fruit sugars
insufficient for catching
robust diabetes
enfeebling the fiends
abducting limbs, or a pedactyl
soulful eyes stare with jeers
sailing
mimicking
bold breezes
through the trees
as I could never
in the canopy of my Caribbean youth
under mother's God-eye
girls outclimbed me
wearing puffy petticoats
and cumbersome cornrows
to perpetrate petite thefts
of mangoes
Hamas and Jill Stein
perpetrate great crimes
co-promote genocide, these two
against all Christians and Jews...
Jill Stein protests: She’s Jewish!
Yet she is a Jew so stupid and foolish
to let herself by Jew-hating terrorists be used
Each morning I awaken, I put on ‘the mask’
in order to perpetrate my sham.
At dusk, I’m wearied, tired, and exhausted after a
full day of trying not to be who I am.
The pressure is on.., society says, to be accepted by all others,
I must fit in no matter the cost, even if it means
forsaking my own brothers!
If you like me, then I like myself, I’ve found this fact
to be true. Your opinion of me dictates my worth
so what’s a body to do?
Maybe if I was who I really am, you might just like
me in spite of it. But, I can’t take the chance on the
hurt I would feel from a friendship unrequited.
So, to avoid being labeled the ‘black sheep’ in a
fold of socially accepted lambs
I spend my time and every fiber of my being
trying not to be who I am!
Claudio and Don Pedro view Hero's bedroom window.
They see what they believe is Hero loving Borrachio.
The woman is actually someone named Margaret in disguise.
This was all staged to perpetrate deceptive lies.
All of this is something Claudio finds hard to believe.
Pity these things should happen on their wedding eve.
Claudio concludes from watching this scene
that Hero is not chaste and unclean.
This presumptive belief deeply hurts Claudio.
He plans to publicly disgrace Hero tomorrow.
Based on the play "Much Ado About Nothing" by William Shakespeare
When confronted with potential,
assume the obligation to relieve.
One simple act of kindness,
will attain far more than you can believe.
Take each day as an opportunity,
to excel in your own personal growth.
Increase your personal economy,
perpetrate and indulge with a moral oath.
We are all accountable,
detoxify the audacity of man.
The incompetence of measure,
delete from your daily plan.
Concretize a new expectation,
in your quotidian life.
Imagine then achieve,
pardon wrongdoing and alleviate strife.
Spontaneous sulfurous stigmata sinisterly surfacing
Membranous molecules meticulously masterfully marshaling
Tangible tempestuous tears tangling thoughts
Radical revelation revealing ruinous rots
Pious priests patronize punishable penance
Impious illusions intrigue impacting independence
Narcotizing nefarious noxious naves navigate
Prioritizing pains portal pandemic perpetrate
False fixation fumigates fragmental fatal fury
Defaults determine damaged destructive demons dreary
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The power of love ignites a flame
Inside the heart I take over
Both in substance and in name
Though the four leaf clover
I tender surrenders only the lust
Flowing through me when I claim
I love you and deserve the trust
That can shield me from the blame
You pour on me in return
When your seething heart revolts
At the way your heart I spurn and burn
At thirty three thousand volts
Without an iota of remorse
For the egregious evil I perpetrate
Playing your heart in code Morse
As your purity I desecrate
When another woman steals the love
That rightly belongs to you
But I feel so mighty above
Blame for seeking someone new
Shutting down my conscience in a cocoon
Of selfish celebration
While you cry all night long like a monsoon
Poured tears into your deprivation
As though you didn’t deserve better
Than the puny attitude
I couch in every little letter
I send you without any shred of gratitude
To express the regret
Conscience forces on me
In the open and in secret
I’m only human after all, you see.
An elitism set awhirl like a spinning top
Buoyed in hypocritical double standards and flimsy hoax
A nuisance that seems to never stop
And the world Is stage staggering in its hazards and coax
In constrained selective sympathy and nuance
As the pressed lurk in their solemn withering plight
And the hashtags and social media rage made no functional relevance
Whiles sentiments and selective sympathies fade overnight
Accompanied by lukewarm solidarity as it always been
Yet blood thirsty fanatics hide behind elitism to perpetrate unbelievable crimes
Fuelled by greed and damned ideologies obscene
And the aftermath,A cacophony of unheard bestrewn voices too sublime for a shift in paradigm
And they cry in the dirt and dust yet we care less
So they live to die another day in their darkness and hopeless distress
Alas Dear Madam
Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow,
importuning your heart to bleed?
Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit your cool design
to suffer me the status quo?
Dear Madam, have I deceived thee
and showered thee with silken lies,
or primed thee with honeyed words
that cloak dark purpose in disguise?
Nay, dear Madam, no wrong to thee
did I meanly perpetrate.
no grievous sin did I commit,
nor cold insult dedicate.
My grossest error, dear Madam,
was to unknowingly explore
the pride sleeping in your bosom
and its delicacy ignore.
So, dear Madam, please forgive me
for the numb bruises I thee gave
to that one part of a woman
which no man should ever brave.
Alas Dear Madam
Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow
importuning your heart to bleed?
Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit your cool design
to suffer me the status quo?
Dear Madam, have I deceived thee
and showered thee with silken lies,
or primed thee with honeyed words
to cloak dark purpose in disguise?
Nay, dear Madam, no wrong to thee
did I meanly perpetrate.
no grievous sin did I commit,
nor cold insult dedicate.
My grossest error, dear Madam,
was to unknowingly explore
the pride sleeping in your bosom
and its delicacy ignore.
So, dear Madam, please forgive me
for the numb bruises I once gave
to that one part of a woman
which no man should ever brave.
You are my heart's home,
You are those reborn rays of light,
Even amidst darkness that roam.
You are the fragrant filled breath,
That my lungs intake
If you are a sin
I'd love to be a sinner,
To perpetrate this sin
And repeat this mistake.
You are my untamed desires,
Perfect present,
And priceless morrows,
For whom I'd strip
My instincts bare.
You are the blissful sparks
To my endless beginnings
You are my mindful obsession,
Bordered with heartfelt devotion.
From: India
Copyright ©: 2, January 2017
You must think I'm Bobo the fool,
coming to me with that grinning lie
No, we ain't tight,
no, I'm not your tool
Sister please, don't you even try
Let me lay it on you straight:
Girl, you ain't no friend of mine
The first time I saw your shadow,
my buddy said, ain't no sunshine
You've been slipping into darkness, yo,
attempting to put your hands on my dough
You boosted my credit card,
then tried to perpetrate a fraud
You just couldn't resist and steal low,
being greedy is what made the whistle blow
So before you go you should know,
baby, I'm not your Bobo
But you're looking gooood
in that orange jumpsuit though.
No crime did I commit against the State.
No sins did I perpetrate in their dark corridors,
Only obstinacy and disregard of their rules was my fate.
A commander and warrior I was against men’s evil power.
That was my only misdeed.
That was my only sin,
If sin it be in their world of rats and devilish creed.
Let God judge me, not man, and we’ll see who’ll win.
He is indeed happy
Who can love all unconditionally
With no tally
Happy is he
Who protests courageously
Against those
Who perpetrate inequity
And still love them congenitally
Happy is he
Who loves me
Though he knows
I am his enemy
Happy is he
Who after learning of the Japan Quake
Can cancel an already arranged party
Happy is he
Who derives kick not from smoke drug or booze
Derives kick and ecstasy
From prose and poetry
From brush or music
Science mathematics or geometry
Happy is he
Who finds pleasure
In dealing with infinity
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April 16, 2016
Kolkata
Submitted for the Contest-Any Poem Meaningful To You
Hosted by : Broken Wings
These terrorists caused another conundrum.
They set off a few bombs in Brussels, Belgium.
Numerous innocent lives were blown away
in that city's airport and metropolitan subway.
This Middle-Eastern group wants to perpetrate fear.
Why would they want to do it in a city like here?
Europeans should safely have their lives to lead.
Terrorists attacks are something they don't need.
The wounds of innocent people continue to bleed.
from a recent news story.
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