Lou, the harvest moon witch sits on a lovely stump
next to a miniscule gremlin who can be a grump
He is trying to nay-say her into a bad mood
But she has confidence and fortitude
Go away honey, she says, unless you can be positive
He slinks away into the leaves, that Gremlin, Shiv
Admiring her greatly, but a bit miffed too
He could not change the mood of that witch, harvest moon Lou
O mist, thy dawn of chaos.
O morning, discord's dew.
Flame creation, take per os!
Belladonna blue...
Rhythm, rhyme, and riddle.
The griddle pipes with heat.
No use, second fiddle!
The middle? Tasting sweet!
Forever, last a moment.
Rebellion, foment fast.
Wicker man, fire, thy lament.
Nickering mare, spell cast.
Blast off, O my intellect!
Bubble in my veins!
Golem, shall we genuflect?
Someone, take the reins.
Well, vulgarity. Disgrace.
Doubt, dismay, displace.
Time, thy shadow. Joint, thy case.
Jaunt and jig-jag, jayce.
Poison, pour. O pen mine, soar.
Two-faced god, guard door.
O for golfers yelling fore!
Grim the gauntlet gore!
Yellow queen, thanks. Generals, thy tanks.
Prisoners, shiv. Shanks.
Financiers, from the banks!
Red the rumbling ranks...
Tympani, burst. Ocean, thy thirst.
Racer, get there first.
O for warriors a-worst!
Crazy are the cursed...
O mystery mechanical...
How to figure out?
Sing in me, O bright moon full.
Rain down as a shout.
When, knowledge? I've been seeking.
O riddle wrought in spark.
O Fate, through thy veil peeking.
O candle, dispel dark...
Prickly pear cactus, shown in dream.
The desert painted white.
Altar holding bowl of cream.
Hell and Heaven, sight...
Wind, blow clear my vision.
Answers, where do you live?
Crystal clear, O my scion.
Prisoner, grab thy shiv...
A potion? How to portion well?
How through the portal slip?
Recipe of mighty spell?
Hidden in a quip.
Young and full of stories?
Hail on us, holy drink.
Veil of morning glories...
Left on the crater's brink.
Triumph, are you made of gold?
One is over-souled.
O volcano, feeling cold?
Break thought free of mold.
It's better than it's looking?
Fair, fine, and fancy-free.
Witches' brew a-cooking...
All right, apostrophe...
the walls sweat like old drunks
union correctional, they call it—
correction my ass,
this place was built for breaking.
men bleed here, quietly,
a shiv under the ribs,
a mop bucket wheeled by,
nobody looks too long.
guards strut fat on overtime,
pockets heavy with side deals,
they sell cigarettes like gods
and laugh at the rest of us starving.
chow hall—if you can call it that—
thin stew, one slice of bread,
you walk out hungrier
than when you walked in.
nights are worse.
screams in the dark,
steel on flesh,
the silence after.
the air hums with rot,
paint peeling off like dead skin,
even the cockroaches look tired,
like they’ve seen too much.
and you think—
maybe the world forgot us here,
maybe that was the plan.
What feeling gives you a belt of happiness?
As if you had obtained the key to Paradise
But it settles in the heart of darkness,
And your soul is on the verge of silence
Memories of your heart getting hurt are resurrected,
How life is full of treachery and pain?
A harsh wakeup call can be toxically echoed
With the shiv decorated red is much absurdly covered in plain.
Your mind is tuned in to the shell shock
The demonic screams turns your heart cold,
And your hellish anger is bestowed from the trauma battlefield
As your whole world is turned into black
The higher you get, the lower you'll sink,
With your cowardly face, it pushes you into the brink.
Never gone away from the light,
Never seen the daunting sites,
Never clashed with horrible tides,
Never ceased down the rhythmic rides,
People would think,
What is all ?
It is nothing,
Just semi-rhythmic
tunes of life's hall.
Life is mystery of the circumstances,
People dive through its resultants,
No one knows about this traumatized stream,
So they try to make it a melodious dream.
One who gets distracted by its tough-acts' scheme,
doesn't seem able to dwell into its -bravo! rhymes.
But one, who presents
similar responses
regarding even or uneven situations,
is proficiently capable
of enjoying all its worthwhile schemes.
So my friends let's dive into its stream,
Sendig to others a melodious theme.
Everything will make pace with the wheel of fortune,
So try to make the life as a melodious tune.
Never gone away from the light
Never seen the daunting sites
Never clashed with horrible tides
Never ceased down the rhythmic rides
People would think
What is all ?
It is nothing
Just semi-rhythmic
tunes of life's hall.
Life is mystery of the circumstances
People dive through its resultants
No one knows about this traumatized stream
So they try to make it a melodious dream.
One who gets distracted by its tough-acts' scheme
doesn't seem able to dwell into its -bravo! rhymes.
But one, who presents
similar responses
regarding even or uneven situations,
is proficiently capable
of enjoying all its worthwhile schemes.
Divine couple beyond the illusions of
Materialistic world
Shiv is shakti and Shakti is shiv
Their love is eternal
Their divinity shines like a pearl
Trident of mahakal destroy the devils
Shiv is free from inevitable cycle of birth and death
Shakti his counterpart is the Nature
She is the perfect example of maternity,
And at the same time graceful and great warrior to destroy evils
They both complement each other in a perfect way
There love story filled with tests, pain , sacrifices and lots of true love...
Oh, let us write of gentler things
Still wondering why “the caged bird sings”*
Or rise upon a thermal shaft
Of feathers drawn upon first draft
Or watch the sullied surf subside
As clean-up crew of ocean’s pride
Oh, let us dull the razor’s edge
And loudly sign a silence pledge
Deny the forest’s right to live
While sharpening the traitor’s shiv
Or are we but a single voice
Muted by the rising noise
Oh, let us cloak our metaphor
In words both good and bad adore
Hone it with sarcasm's wit
So both sides will lay claim to it
And chuckle as our pens run dry
Our ink the tears that poets cry
.................Several strokes were made; sharpening this shiV
Sulphuric is the stench; but a sentimental heart; in its echO
Heat beyond conceptualized; melted away my walL
Emotions brought out in forms so basiC
But evolving with flowing skills like a river of lavA
Feeling this intense heat; I am a boiling cauldroN
My personality is very intense; seen often as quasI
Perseverance is a trait; I embrace while others mimiC
Gladiatorial the battles fought; inside this arenA
Fueled I am by what constitutes; life-long fireS
As a cool down begins; I question; what did I accomplisH
Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter
Bluster bullseye stabs canvas concave
Albatross follow our sharp slipstream
Wind vane spins blur invisible
Dolphin pod adjacent symbol
Ludicrous becomes our lucid dream
Green glaze wake calms crazed waves
Plunge smashes panic, pindrop pools surface
Instinctive dive into icy effervescence
Jolts flailing heart buoyed purpose
Castaways tack to breeze's best advantage
Seahorse spawns, cloud coral hammock
Hull pointed toward demand
Relentless racing hour hand
Gathered globe gauges chances gigantic
Skippers puncture tides, shark agile voyage
20th February
Triumphant Felicity
LET ME NEVER stoop to disavowing the truth
Neither “looking lovingly” askance at a hurtful lie
NOR OF PEOPLE “sleeping soundly” from an anesthesia
Called purposefully abetting, forgetting to evade the shiv
Of justice wielded with forthright insight, you see,
For without “judicial justness” it is clear our nation
Cannot long endure, much less, I must confess, heal
And continue to be the nation we laud as our country.
FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written September 6, 2022
Submitted to “The A’s Have It” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
[End Word: HEAVENLY
Alphabetical Order: LET ME NEVER and NOR OF PEOPLE
Alliteration: “looking lovingly,” sleeping soundly,” and “judicial justness”
Internal Rhymes: abetting/forgetting; forthright/insight; and less and confess.]
It’s always sunny in the city where you feel your brother’s love
Like a shiv that someone’s thrust into your side.
Guess those Quakers let their sourdough turn rancid over time.
Now it’s hard to shovel s**t against the tide.
Who wouldn’t shower Santa Clause with snowballs and abuse?
They'd had a losing season, after all.
There's more to what it takes to live in Philly
Than some documents from Independence Hall.
Saw on TV, over Cobb’s Creek, there’s a standoff with police.
The cops intend to turn some vagrants out.
A spark on Osage Avenue might liven up the night.
Just a taste of what this City’s all about.
Prismatic refraction viewed in delight, as of each receptors individual sight. Likewise the inner sound current, to which we are sentient, a customised vibration, imbibed by each in gentle resonation. Thus, to soften our attention in deep meditation, if we are to employ a mantra, as a tool or a yantra, then in an aspect of simplistic surrender, poised in childlike wonder, let us allow the mantra to find us within our heart, wherein bliss ignition each moment restarts. In stillness.
Our seed mantra Ohm
Now Ohm Shiv Shakti Namah
We feel His presence
23-August-2020
Buffalo
Dark of hard carry a devil whisper on to the eyes of you
Buffalo slow and down from shades of sound kik kik and kik to you crime cry for crime scene
Buffalo you go we have learned lessons many in our past om naam sambu shiv sambu
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
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