Oscar and I
Today, I drove to Faro, In the Algarve
I wanted to eat a tunny steak at a café
I used to go fifteen years ago
The place had gone upmarket, as had
prices
The server remembered me, but not
my wife and took an instant dislike to
the man said he was effeminate
Oscar Wilde entered, or someone who
looked like him
He was of the expansive sort, told jokes
and recited poems, the other guests
and my wife liked him
I decided to become gay for the day
and after a few glasses of wine, stood
up to read my poems
she tugged at my sleeve and told me to
shut up.
Oscar Wilde looked at me with deep
sympathy in his intelligent eyes
I had my moment to gain, if putative
fame, she had to spoil it all
My chance had gone
Categories:
putative, adventure, cheer up, cinderella,
Form: Blank verse
INTERACTIVITY
a
delicate
balance
intuitively
composed
in
residual
afterimages
eradicated
in
procedural
provocative
opportunity
&
inherently
possibilities
with
immediate
access
once
discredited
upon
a
putative
horizon
nonetheless
attractive
&
tangentially
affiliated
Categories:
putative, poetry,
Form: Verse
You must be alert putative
not to being killed first
survive in this "slum"
to survive the ****...
to live it takes courage
to withstand this jolt,
with so many armed gangs
even looks same as iraq
so mant weapons not a firecracker
to steal and kill, we poor people...!
Some are followers of Satanism,
others are fans of "puritanism"
I already told you, I'm pretty putative
to defend myself from these people
of this bunch of insane
I must be much pro active
among these inconsequential
who steal everything from us...
All that remains is to pray to the deity
to cure evil and cruelty... !
Categories:
putative, allusion, anger, appreciation, conflict,
Form: Free verse
The right way to bestow, the glow way to Integrity,
If you wanna bloom, build a habit of Honesty,
Equality is the basic theme of Mankind,
Who is white who is black, it doesn't Mind,
Justice! in each path of your Life,
It will transform your all acts Nice,
You not need to bow, don’t you Surrender,
Don’t be putative, Be the power of Thunder,
We the people of one God! Why there is difference!
Beat the Inequality, and place The Justice Preference!
Rich or Poor , Low or High, Don’t matter where You Are!
Will go the same grave same as martyred Soldier after the War!
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
putative, desire, devotion, integrity,
Form: Didactic
Break apart all those facile screens
Organized overdrawing of institutional bleeding
Walks through maps and tourism
Pushing hour glasses beyond comprehension
At the ground level, animals are recurring
Human bounty participates at the nexus
As species consolidate their voices
Power and choice conglomerate each family network
Brother in arms bent apart
Relegates to the past where futures amass
The tiny behavioral netting with wet tongues crawling
Putative changes through into city potluck
Categories:
putative, dedication, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy
Flashed a sideward’s glance
From beneath the black lace of her Mantilla
He gave her a browse
A more appraising look altogether
Her eyes flashed up again
A lingering languid glance
Which spoke of her muliebrity
Not the putative girl
They were now the cynosure
Of each others eyes
No words were spoken
Everything was intuit
With amative study
And libidinous perusal
She his object of pulchritude
He her beloved inamorato
Then they had to separate
And the spell was broken
Until next Sundays reunion
Categories:
putative, love
Form: Free verse
I wanted Maxfield Parrish
For you and with only you
A dream I know
A laugh to you?
Oh, how it couldn't be.
Now, there's been no point
For a long time for any apologies
As much as I want to give them, you know
Ridiculous and hollow to you?
Yeah, what could I say?
How about thanks
For the pain and the longing
A surprise I know
A bad joke to you?
But I'm serious.
This is our paradise present
For the past and the waste
It seems to make sense I know
A mere nothing to you?
That's fine.
If you need us to be dead
For my wrongs and your pity
A shame I know
Any burden to you?
Let go of it.
What I see is a tomorrow
For you and with you
A lot of chutzpah I know
Is it the putative old sick obsession just re-twisted?
See for yourself.
Today my guaranteed fare thee well is here
For you and yours
A shock I know
My goodbye is another lie to you?
No, my Love.
Categories:
putative, allegory, angst, art, devotion,
Form: Free verse
i wonder
at the life lying in dust
wonder at his frailty,
his wrinkled skin,
his myopic grave eyes
and the forehead smeared in red.
i wonder
at the sickle
clasped in his hand
down with rust
overshadowing the sallow field
with a divine golden tinge.
Zephyr adoring the field
kisses his body
- unkempt,
emaciated,
resting unperturbed
beyond a ratiocination or rhyme.
But i hear the ricocheting
of matured seeds within
transmogrified
in the paralyzed time.
And here he lies,
as hard as stone!
You stony eyes…
don’t stare at me
Look at the sun
hiding behind the horizon
saying-
I have to rise again;
Look into the sky
into the nullity it mothers;
Chirping little birds retreating,
on putative nestor’s call.
With sunrise,
an aroma greets me,
My heart beats fast….
…. me…. a tyro…!!
I looked at the new sky
in the incipient expanse
trying to fathom its reach
And again I wonder,
I need to waddle through
to the sallow field
which was uncommonly golden
only yesterday!!
Categories:
putative, art, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse