My ears are like nests,
the thrill of sound,
surround sound of
so many worlds
the dove and the jay
the phoebe, the robin
…so many flocks
I don’t need to unlock
the meaning, it stirs
my soul, sends me
My ears are like nests,
beaks opening, my chest
heaving, relieving
the images of night
the -mares reprieving
the warbler, the wren
the skylarks, the sparrows
…so many flocks
In the Spring, to walk
upon the buoyant breath
of endless pines and oaks
to soak in the red breast
its soulful chest
rising and falling
My ears are like nests
the trill of sounds
awakening, stirring
the crown, rejoicing
in hope, succoring
Categories:
reprieving, bird,
Form: Verse
Outrunning his destiny,
overtaking his fate
Reprieving tomorrow
—all time to abate
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Categories:
reprieving, fate,
Form: Rhyme
Revelers loiter in my backyard,
smoke pensively, whisper low.
Some pace the thin snow
writing their slow thoughts on the chill earth.
All of them shuffle and wait
for the big glittering yell
and the last minute kisses of reprieving angels.
At midnight I am not sure
where my thoughts will land
it is too cold for bat flights around the moon.
When this year topples into the next,
if not too weary of watching
from the top of my plasma screen,
I will crouch like a comic book gargoyle.
As the bells ring out
I might crack one gothic stony faced sneer,
listening stoically to ‘auld lang syne’
sung by roving bands of reapers.
Categories:
reprieving, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It sounded like an intimate pamper,
which none could decipher at first..
He adored me all day without the slightest hint of slumber,
merrily relinquishing to my thirst..
The thirst to know what life has in store,
to understand the world to its deepest core..
The world was really massive indeed,
but to him I was the world..
Shielding me gallantly from the perverted stampede,
sans an armour but with his heart of gold..
Eccentric i may have ever been,
In his heart he had the most room for me..
His dark complexion others might have seen,
but i knew the inside was impeccable for as far as i could see..
From imploding black holes to baking bun,
you enlightened me about everything under the sun..
Reprieving me of the mistakes that engulf,
while i was still discovering myself..
Every time i let you down,
surfing the aggressive tides of rebellion..
I knew i didn't deserve the crown,
with me so malevolent as a vicious stallion..
I owe you something beyond words,
that even infinite love can't make it square..
Dad I'll always love you in fathomless depth,
and make you proud till my last breath..
Categories:
reprieving, family, father, life, loveme,
Form: I do not know?
The wooden frame to which you’re nailed—
(Roman penalty)
With outspread wrists and spikes impaled
Transcends mere agony.
Between your brother thief and you
Upon His wooden span,
Sags a Shape soon raised anew…
Reprieving faith-filled man.
Categories:
reprieving, faith
Form: Verse
I look at it
looking at me
So silent,
so sinister this immobility
I smell
Something
different from fragrance of her hair
no one is there
Perhaps out there
In the nebulous air
Where words live
Like birds
In a scramble of trees
Outside the brain
Outside
Fallen from the slippery tongue
Perhaps out there on a wave
Undulating
Around the noise of space
Perhaps
In a jumble of tangled calls
No one can trace
Perhaps lost
Perhaps a ring
So I can click
Off
What I am expecting
Perhaps out there
A tiny word
from your line of thought
Won't make it
To the reprieving
ring
I wait
A man does not wait for a ring
Or beep so long
Love had promise
It looks at me
toying with my emotions
time drags
My eyes from it to sleep
A ring
The police benevolent union
Hang it up
I will not beg, I will not call
Darling, its ten days now
I did not know
the hospital kept you so long
You did not call,
O I should not say that, sweetheart
Love does not depend on the phone at all.
Categories:
reprieving, love
Form: Free verse
Oh! blest Dismas, Dismas.....
The wooden frame to which you’re nailed—
(Roman penalty)
With outspread wrists and spikes impaled
Transcends mere agony.
Between your brother thief and you
Upon His wooden span,
Sags a Shape soon raised anew…
Reprieving faith-filled man.
Rejoice in Paradise, dear Dismas!
Categories:
reprieving,
Form: Verse
Narcissistic waters drowning out the world
Whatever there is left is frozen and unheard
Colder as a spirit saps away the truth
Signals coming for us to take us to the moon
Conceited little wonders breaking all their promise
Wiping out the thought that helps us to be honest
Darker than the corner of our self-escape
The billion little voices that need us to betray
Selfish little people praying to be seen
Passing on an image that smiles from our TV
Brighter than the static burning our nerves
Signals coming for us to take us to the herd
Ego-education is all we’ll ever need
The power of persuasion will keep us on our feet
Further down the line where nothing will be missed
The billions that we sold are grouped on our lists
Vanity reprieving the things we wish we had
Imagining we’re better to show that we’re not sad
Darker now the moon is hiding from the sun
Brighter now the spirit is helping us to run
Ignorantly laughing until we laugh alone
The lessons we have learnt are carvings on a stone
Colder than the faces reflected by the moon
The signals have abated and space now holds the truth
Categories:
reprieving, imagination, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Lyric
Some say I have a way with words when truly most words have their way with me
And yes, I adore them best without any tautology
Caressing my psyche causing me to purr
Evoking emotions I never knew could occur
Incredible compilations of syllables
Precisely thrown together creating the unthinkable
To surreptitiously eschew
Grammatical errors innately out of the blue
Assembling phonetic chemistry
With sudden cognizance and poetic symmetry
Incessantly pondering over euphemisms
Reprieving the malediction of diction cataclysms
Putting to rest the Z’s in any onomatopoeia
Arranging every article and particle of speech to accentuate the main idea
With exact execution of the ultimate locution in sight
I peruse, comprehend, and write with exquisite delight
Categories:
reprieving, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme