Short Mental Poems
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prejudice,
mental jaundice,
distorting personal perspectives,
corroding humanity's noble objectives,
bigotry!
Parts
missing;
untangling
ethereal
strands.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 August 2017
Gandi gashti run,
Gutter de pedawar,
Lun chupan wali Machine,
Kutti kamini kanjri orat..
Note.zafar teri kuss maaray.
Weed's looking little
Bit like Little Italy
In a petri dish
In shack lab belonging to
Hermit who lives underground.
I walk
Hand in hand
With myself
Hoping one day
I can let the
Pain from the past
Disappear
And let myself
Be whole
Feeling so unwell,
Almost as if in a Hell.
Almost like I am
Under some sort of a spell.
Hoping soon I will be well.
Pull the shades
Dim the lights
Hear the snores
No response
Just the crickets
My art dulls you?
It's my therapy
Whenever I die
I much rather they not cry.
Rather just goodbyes.
No pity, nor wonder why,
Just God opening their eyes.
I have a sickness
in my soul,
a pain so deep
it boils,
it smeared my life
to and fro,
to the point I want to let go.
I look in the mirror-
Face is numb,
Not knowing what I’ve become.
And to relive that horror,
Leaves me as a nightmare.
I could die right now and I wouldn't mind.
Sooner or later you would find, for so long,
I've had this death wish of mine.
We are the sons of a storm
Our shield of a fragile meaning
The umbrella to the rain of life
Inevitable wetness, our fate
Escaped leave parts way
sensed brittle cell bathes
feign light darkens hope
bottled self awashed
price of freedom death
Foreshadowing all
my needs, My wants are to vague
My honor is wide
Nothing left for true reason
Insanity is my cave
In that
place
which is North of normality
where
insanity's just a formality
I'm sat
listening to
Dmitri Shostakovich.
If I had a gift
Well would I be
Well equipped
To make you see
I am nothing
But a broken being
Stuck on what
I’m seeing
Please don’t be sad,
It’s making me feel bad,
Because we should at least be glad
There’s really nothing to make us go mad.
Sounds in the mental ear
from a silent reading eye
broken monoku after John Hollander
Crestfallen morning
Terror shoot in Florida
Whole mankind benumbed
______________________________
June 13, ,2016, Kolkata
Americans - M, F, and X -
Are mental and physical wrecks
We must be free
To disagree
And bounce around like rubber checks
Listen to poem:
Change-gears negative to neutral.
Cherish each present moment.
Find meaning in goals.
Practice self acceptance, compassion!
Ever present, sometimes languished,
Almost gone, then reestablished.
This is why, defences high!
To your offer, no reply...
As confused as I am
that hamburgers are made of beef,
not ham,
I get no relief
from the mental fog
induced by a hotdog.
She wanted to die,
But they knew it was a lie.
She would always cry
After all of what she'd try
To end all the reasons why.
I forgive them now,
I realize I'm the one
Who has to sort out
The mess they had made themselves
And could never figure out.