Mingled with the rural soil of Nazareth, he laboured
He played with the rustics, who were quarrelsome yet loving.
Farmers, carpenters, ironsmiths, weavers, and the shepherd
These were teachers from whom wisdom, like clear streams, flowed, gushing
He pondered along the coast of the Sea of Galilee.
Where the breeze amalgamated with saline sea scent blew
Where fishermen's strife had been a daily reality
In him, the friendliness of the sea folks, day by day, grew.
He found the philosophies and theologies of books
Put into practice by the Rustics in thoughts, words, and deeds
The affluent, on the other hand, seemed cunning and crooks.
Nature held them all in equipollence, mending their creeds.
Each herb, shrub, plant, tree, bloom, fruit, and weed imparted him wisdom.
He drew, by his love, each creature towards Abba's kingdom.
Categories:
rustics, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
For ages, I used to rear my goats serenely;
Before I invited Mr. Hyena at home.
Green prairie my goats adored around the home.
Peace, the rustics relished too;
But an intolerable mistake I made inviting him.
Peace and life of villagers he happily bothered.
As an approachable and judicious man, he came;
With everyone and every junction to acquaint:
Who did what, who slept where and when, he learned.
To viciously raid all the goats;
Eating some and scarring others.
Distress and insecurity led others to absconding.
As some of our friends, Mr. Hyena behaved.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
rustics, betrayal, confidence,
Form: ABC
The Lunatic Holy Man
Hole in the ozone layer
of his sense increases.
He mutters to the tomb
of his father, while
clumsy expressions
flash on his face.
A hundred fools
watch him with awe.
It’s paradoxical
they chant holy verses.
He has a big
sedimentary belly
formed from offerings.
He heals the insane,
rustics say,
patting on their crests
or tying black cords
around their waists.
There’s a panacea
for peace for many
in his absurd mantras.
He became a holy man
after his dad’s death
with the privilege of birth.
Lunacy adds charm
to his character.
Fame is sometimes
a friend to folly.
Even the distant mother
comes with her daughter
for a cure.
There’s a relief in belief.
First published in my book, "Kanoli Kaleidoscope" (PunksWritePoemsPress, USA)
Categories:
rustics, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Lured by the light in the bathroom,
he comes, prowling through
the layers of darkness.
Seeing the two paws clinging on the
window bars, and a pair of blue eyes
burning through the holes of lust,
a village virgin whoops, when
the voyeur slinks away.
As the hot sun rays warm the canal,
he hides in the bushy banks, throwing
his blue eyes into the distant nudity.
Sometimes, he is seen being chased
by the rustics with bamboo sticks.
But quick oblivion is bliss;
he gets duty bound again.
Hiding is a risk,
but peeping is a pleasure.
Through the twigs and bars, he stares
at the other side of pleasure.
First printed in my book, Kanoli Kaleidoscope (published by Punkswritepoemspress, US),and then reprinted in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
rustics, life,
Form: Free verse
A SILHOUETTE
Rich pasture land covered with green garland.
Cowboy chasing cattle, gaily grazing,
idly chewing soft grass on open wide meadow,
with satisfied half closed sleepy eyes.
A soporific scenario at hot noon of summer
Afternoon cools ambient, rural panorama salient silent
Sun sinking down, twilight faded, evening merged.
Full Moon smiled on firmament.
Peasants, farmers, rustics, all were on way to home.
Scary thrill spread across the populace faces
on spectacular sight of pitch black silhouette on sky,
glittering glimmering on shiny silvery scales.
Dreadful dragon was passing the Moon.
On its back sat a fairy with curly hair
pushed back like trail of comet.
Categories:
rustics, appreciation, beautiful, sky,
Form: Verse
Titles
Jingling bells on the camel drawn cart
A Memorable Ride for the day to start.
The good old days when cars so few
The multi attired costume looked all anew.
Rajasthan tunes for me to savour
Completing The Lines in all its flavour.
Not to forget their Tribute To Hyades
To fill the oasis in their scorched dire needs.
Folk lore of rustics Enslaved To Time
Mother Of The Age they still hold pristine.
Balveen Cheema
September 12, 2015
Contest: Titles
Sponsor: Pendleton Arkwright
* Rajasthan in India is known for its rioting colours, rich culture, folklore and regality.
Categories:
rustics, color, happy, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Lofty notions ruffled amongst the rustics,
reaching amongst the less broody of the brunch.
As the cities held the wealth of the dreams, the men clambered upon the star lights and the moon beams.
Grasping in vain of the growls of their plump old wives, they moved and found solitude in sorrow amongst the grey curling mass of a myriad of broken lives.
They grazed amongst the smut of the shadows and sank beneath the cracks.
By a city they had been betrayed.
Nothing now but skies of greys of the sodden slaves sleeping on sadness and sorrow.
Categories:
rustics, betrayal, change, culture, home,
Form: ABC