Short Ransack Poems

I’ll ransack the caging golden towers,
Slip your hands from the twines of forlorn hours;   
Spirit you to fields ‘neath conspiring stars,     
Coif your hair with a headdress of flowers....

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I am a root, forever growing
Growing to reach the heaven
But the sun burns me to the core
So I lurk in the shadows
I swallow my pride 
And shine and shine
And continue to reach for the sky
No man, woman or being
Will cut off the roots, these roots 
My roots
until i swallow the sun 
and ransack the heavens for my dreams....

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Shadows drink a wall lamp.
Winter switches the porch light on.
The cat claims its space
beneath curled head and tail.
Earlier,
a kind of daylight
scratched ice into vision,
I rummaged into dark corners -
I forget what for.
Another winter dawn
could ransack or houseclean,
it all depends on how dark
corners can get....

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The problem with all of us....
We only see the loopholes;
& ignore the important thing....
The beauty of the souls!
Why don't we understand....
A fellow without follies is not human;
He is either a divine being....
Or the shadow of a demon!
Before u ransack the core of my heart....
Searching for reasons to hate me~
Why don't u, actually, get a mirror...
And have a look at the reality......!!!...

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As a parent I drool
To send kids back to school.

Far too much frantic fun 
Drains me shallow, no pun.

Rowdy, raucous ransack
Leaves calm space out of whack.

Summer - precious and short -
For adults I’d retort .

Hot spot, wasted away 
On young - I dare to say.

Blatant truth to be told - 
Schools should shut in the cold.

For all we care or know 
Children thrive in the snow.


August 22, 2022...

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Brooding invariably brings out
long suppressed ‘thought’ seeds 
to the surface, for they remain dormant, 
if stay buried for many years. 

The 'bosom-field', when 'dug up' 
produces numerous dreadful weed,
A crop of accumulated impressions, 
which, when come to the fore, 
Ransack serenity and poise. 

The 'weeds' must have laid 
buried there since ages and, 
when the subconscious is stirred, 
they come to life and 
become a perfect plague....

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