They come, these varmint showers,
needless interruptions of a focused chore
driving the unprepared to seek distant cover
lest a “bad hare day” dampen their resolve.
One cannot choose fresh fashion
while making deals with purple pilferage.
Mock the doused dismay of fleeing style.
Tis said that I am vain and primp too much
strutting as I go about my tasks
and yet few know the truth of my obsession
the goal of making sure my nuts stay dry.
//Photo #3//
©9/5/2018
for A Rainy Day Poetry Contest
Categories:
pilferage, rain,
Form: Carpe Diem
Spit and the Ocean
The sand spits at me as I walk
an uninvited interloper
content in my inane belief
I leave disappearing footprints.
Theft, pilferage, armed robbery,
committed in covetous collusion,
sunrises seared into memory,
plagiarized in dreams.
Thundering timpani of surf
rolling rounded stones,
salty chime of windblown sand
peppering the sea wall,
distant fog horn tuba -
ushers in the dimly lit aisles
following history’s lights
through shifting shoals.
The air shrieks, the ocean growls,
the sand burns, the brine stings,
the surf - in foaming rage - erases
all sign of my presence,
spitting as I walk away.
1/29/2016
Categories:
pilferage, earth, ocean, water, wind,
Form: Free verse
The Pilferer
He stole her statements ...
and made her speechless
He hacked her thoughts....
as he read her mind with ease
He chased her dreams .....
as he knew her aspirations
He stole her actions rendering her idle,
as he completed all her task
He captured her memory
as he has filled with his images
He is a pirate of her life's ship
as he holds the ship's steering
He is the pilferer, for his recent
pilferage is her heart!
But he stealthily placed his' in that
place and now her life is pumped
by the throbs of his heart!
Her actions dictated by his thoughts
Her destination is chosen by his mind
Yet in a secret cabin souls have united
singing the tune of fusion of love...
Magic of love, pilferage for love!
Hypnotically frozen spell of love!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
19th August 2015
Categories:
pilferage, art, beauty,
Form: Free verse
what in a nut makes it so attractive
to crush the velvet green under the shade of the tree
a stone in hand I go for it and produce the taste of milk
and run for the apricots on the next tree
the jujubes will wait as they are not ready
for the pilferage of a good child
sated I lay on the dunes and start digging the tunnel of my future
going nowhere but the abundance of china as I remove the tags
from the porcelain in my life
Categories:
pilferage, africa,
Form: Free verse