Slightest glances of your presence,
My heart dances, catching your essence!
The lost feelings that I buried,
I found it, without being worried.
Love is a feeling, I realized!
The happiest part of me Survived.
Exhausting works, tiring days,
"You beside me"- became most comfortable of ways.
Watching you resting, I'm assured!
All my weakness, always get cured.
Treating you better is my aim!
The happiest part of me, will take any blame.
You are precious, without any flaw,
I am here, go! break any law.
Don't be sad, I'm your paper!
Write on it, it will become a Scraper.
All your feelings, express it!
The happiest part of me, will find a fit.
I know, I'm clumsy and faulty,
I promise to change without being salty.
Past is out of of my reach,
Stay forever, I'll sue each.
The prayer I do, is a bit large!
If the happiest part of me is you, I will pay any charge.
Completely complaining til the end pick up your fork fold the clothes always keeping busy making me very dizzy every time she throws a tizzy I have to run around and around just make sure I have the time down hurry up do this do that please just give me five seconds to rest my mind your spiraling tasks make me want to scream every 100 of them I can’t keep up piling up higher and higher til every to do is sky scraper man this tough but each and every day I take a deep breath and rember soon I’ll be on my own living a peaceful life and honestly I just can’t wait to escape your daily 500 tasks I’m tired bye peace out
A giraffe’s tongue is the longest thing I’ve seen.
Longer than a sky scraper? Asks my cousin, Bean.
I grimace and pop my eyes, but refuse to reply.
He is always negative, I do not know why.
Bean tries to rile me up no matter what I say.
I do not worry about it, and walk away.
This irritates him, for he wants to get my goat.
He is so weird, will he one day go for my throat?
I am now up and half asleep,
quiet I must not make a peep,
others are still sleeping like sheep,
need to get dressed and start my jeep.
Off to school it is time to go,
a teacher is making me glow,
looks like it is starting to snow,
I need to get to work for dough.
With this winter storm descending,
meetings I am not attending,
no my ice scraper is bending,
oh please warmer days start tending.
"Before the day turned into night,"
now turn on the living room light.
Rain yesterday. Last night it froze.
I'm looking at an icicle that is my car, I suppose.
I go out with a scraper and a red, runny nose.
My fingers are tingling and I think I've lost my toes.
I want to start the engine, but I can't open the door.
I scrape at the window. Nope. It stays iced just as before..
Finally, I realize, I'll never complete this chore.
I grab the phone and call my boss to tell him my throat is sore.
I have worked so hard
I have poured my soul
My skin is secretly scarred
My bones still ache and sore
Even though I have it all
Completed dreams and green paper
I can’t see you, I’m so tall
How do I get back home from this scraper?
I used to play in my backyard
One day I dreamed to shoot the stars
A star that everyone could see
A star that I too, could be
I thought,
I could have it all
I could stand so tall
And in the end I rest today
My fame won’t go away
I’m king of all this land
This puny pile of rock
I’ve held it in my hand
But time still goes tick-tock
And you could one day have it too
But you can’t make it new.
I still can’t play the chords.
I still can’t sing the notes.
I still can’t write the soul.
I still can’t write my life.
I still can’t capture ends.
I still can’t tell you hopes.
I still can’t tell you dreams.
I just own this pile of rock.
I just own a mansion or two.
Just like you, I’m gonna die.
And hope I see gold, so clean and new.
You could have it all.
This puny mound of rock.
I’d let you take it from me.
I’d make you king of this rock.
"calque ulated linguistics"
Ship!!!
the highest mast
was said to be
a sky scraper
as it is
closely
called
in Hindi
a sky
kisser
Like a flower that wilts,
Like a tower on stilts,
This life's just a vapour,
Bite the dust, time scraper,
Like the fall of Eden,
Like the call of Big Ben,
Time hurries rapidly,
Life scurries vapidly,
Like a wave that abates,
Like the grave that awaits,
The dew soon disappears,
Milky moon slowly clears,
Like a leaf decaying,
Like belief that's swaying,
Wax wings are temporal,
Good things ephemeral.
24th February 2023
For "Inspired by Robert Frost's Nothing Gold Can Stay" contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Upon this Pennine peak
in stretch of wilderness,
where ground is silver grey
of moorland millstone grit,
a glistening piece stands out.
I take close look and see
small flake of shiny brown.
Curious, I pick it up.
This stone is not from here
and shows the hand of man.
A thumb size crafted piece;
one edge neatly saw-toothed.
It is my first flint find.
A hunter's blade I hold.
It is a hide scraper
from ancient butchering.
Once used by Stone Age man.
I felt it in my hand.
A peculiar feeling.
Now something primal stirs
deep in my spirit core.
I feel strange connection
with folk of ancient world.
When misty clouds gather to cry,
crystal clear drops fall from the sky.
And rainbows form where drops split light,
reminding us of Water's might.
Water quenches a thirsty Earth,
and all living things know its worth.
Rivers run blue or angry white,
reminding us of Water's might.
As solid, liquid, or vapor,
Water is a forceful scraper.
It sculpted the Grand Canyon site,
reminding us of Water's might.
Water is essential as air:
there is naught like it to compare.
Oceans fuel life without light:
reminding us of Water's might.
Suspect Dapper Draper,
half-scammed a bank caper.
With his brother Baker,
Whose a known safe breaker.
They rode on fly paper.
To escape down a scraper.
The plans were mere vapor.
They were caught in a chaser.
Serving ten at hard labor.
Guess it would've been plainer,
If they'd read the disclaimer.
Those crazy brothers Draper..
Comfort, some say, a cup of joe,
Coming to breakfast still yawning
Mornings’ pleasures the day dawning.
A restful sleep, ready to go,
Planning my work, include some play,
Eager to face another day.
I find my car covered with snow,
A clear downer as one can see
Leaving me with an urge to flee.
Seems now my day is starting slow,
Someone has borrowed my scraper
I dislike this thoughtless caper.
Wind blast causes my face to glow,
Or, is it the flush of anger?
I become the local strangler!
Comfort, some say, a cup of joe,
A restful sleep, ready to go,
I find my car covered with snow,
Seems now my day is starting slow,
Wind blast causes my face to glow.
written July 16, 2021
Keep all in your lap or clench all
I'll not go to snatch your aristocratic mall
The elegant dressing up,
The sky scraper building,
The limousine car,
The hair style,
The beard style,
The shoe
For your food I don't wanna to be your foe!
But leave me on my righteous five rights
Food, Cloth, Residence, Treatment & Education
I don't wanna to live in your so called civilization!
-April 27,2018 Chattogram
An ingenious man from Blackheath
Who rode his luck from up and beneath
Once had been a boy scout
Never once left home without
But when he checked found a hole in the sheath
He though had prepared for bad luck
Velvet sheets beckoned a tuck
Retrieved some bicycle lube
While he sat on the tube
Pouched his wet lips for a repair suck
Because of sensual addiction
And to enjoy coming friction
Chose from puncture repair kit
To mend the small condom split
Afraid of his lover’s eviction
To circumvent premature detection
Not to eschew passionate affection
He put the patch on the inside
Small draw back for delight
No chance now for any defection
But when crescendo’s climax had ceased
And his virile manhood had eased
Emery powdered paper
Had turned into a scraper
Unsurprisingly he was not too pleased
20th May 2020
Have a magic all of their own.
Like rainbow bubbles from your
quill will be shown.
Your loving heart waltzes freely
all over the paper.
They are warm and velvety, not
brutal like a cement scraper.
Remember this, when you read
someone else' s poetry.
Do they come from a space of love,
or literary arrogant-cy?
Do they support other poets, or
get their jollies in putting another
down?
If so, why are you reading remarks
from nebulous poet clowns.
"By their works, you shall know
them"...ah, so very true.
To humiliate other poets is an act
I staunchly, eschew!
January 21, 2020
6am PST
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