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i have three cats and
three cats drawn on my notepad.
inspiration comes
in sixes. i guess i'll play
the lottery Saturday.
Across Vienna's old town
In a sewer underground,
They tracked down..Harry LIme,
A Third Man in a crime-
To music so sublime.
The waters cold and unforgiving here
I breathe nothing but a deluge of fear
'Tis a shame to blame
The end of my rising fame
On tracked veins drowning my career
February 24, 2016
As to underscore
A higher power's
Well earned happiness for me
Toiler, at year's end
Down-tracked, back and forth
These my swimmer's arms
Dragonfly cherubs. Who's flash
With sun's last did blend.
Baiting
a feeling
Passion
is tracked
Luring
the moment
Setting
the trap
Eyes
look upon you
Cage
set on fire
Death
in the ashes
Preying
— desire
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Sorrow draws its own heart
Out a pool, stagnant.
Quail-tracked this quag around
Hear its plodding sound.
Gladness, from out sunned airs'
Vital-zephyr flows.
Finch-traced this field about
Hear its zealous shout.
Love you hanker for.
Life, evermore bright
As fair bloomed, joy-flushed through it.
Heaven in a word.
Ah! A wing'ed heart.
Angel's peaceful flight
Here, yet o're Earth not tracked for?
Whose nest then deferred.
One day a dragon set out in flight;
Up towards New York, he did alight.
Landing in the middle of Times Square;
He quickly did become aware;
That some people he had scared;
Now his tail’s a tire tracked sight!
Peering from out this joint rest
Of boughs no winds bend
Time, tracked through each shadow-step
Markedly slowed up!
Whilst each beat, our anxious heart's
Further apart sounds.
The road, deaf to! That beside
Voiced, when wills collide.
Above these darker grown
Piny-shady woods
That, deeper, for its bears'
Hideout, enclosed in
Greatest of the great unknowns
Out-stares. Need more gin?
Only what reflects it
For this campfire's sparks
Goes out. As high tracked of
Homey, reassure
We, round about, in friendship
Warmer show its lure.
Sacred sinews, porous blood and all
A heartbeat tracked for which
Love can ring its beated call
The wind breathes through me
As caterpillars dance
Innocent creatures becoming
Man, dazzling their hidden run
Planets are poised
Starlight throbs adjacent
Galaxies swirl beneath the sea
All to bring your love back to me
I ll go download illegal games from illegal websites ,
get my location tracked and webcam hacked.
No pressure inside my chest it's just my wrecked head,
I wanna tear u apart and swallow these left over shreds,
Now it's just me and ur corpse,
Letting those webcam run, while putting the gun inside those fake buns.
Obama and Romney
Barrack Obama
Tracked down terror mastermind Osama
And then trounced Mitt Romney
A mere Presidential nominee.
Poor Romney had lots of money
At times funny with promises like honey
But popular trend he couldn’t buck
It did really suck.
29/ Nov/12
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: PD’s Clerihew contest.
In, a myriad of cackling voices,
the happy shone,
sprinkled the day,
left me with joy full in my head.
It was, the time back tracked,
the feeling you get surrounded.
And everything once was !
In that sun, of short shadows,
and stones warm, purpose built.
Together, talking, and walking back,
it may have been then In 1967.
Here's a fact
There's no display terminal so you can go from
One place to another with out being tracked.
They're very functional
Yet, spordical
Faster than a plane
Or train.
If you go through the magical
Portal
You'll have your own tale
To tell people over cocktails
Just don't get egotistical
Because there's always some one who will
Want to get physical.
essence pure of all you are
luminous as angel stars
clearly tracked your soul flight
vast pensive universe delights
soul fragrance unlocked, opened
this heart fast closed, broken
breathing you in draughts refreshing
love's rich, soft web enmeshing
two into one; sweet perfume
satiates sense in your soul room
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 11, 2014
The semantics always seem the same
While waiting for the morning train
Sat on the platform draped in rain
Just another statistic numbers
Emotionless state of zombie slumber
Wrapped up heads in over-sized earphones
And sun designer indoor glasses
Bough on a phone bought into by the masses
Only to be tracked and profiled into classes
Surf through a tide of drawn empty faces
I gathered water in my palms,
and cupped the sun in my fist;
I claimed the wind as my own
but who can drain the ocean?
I chased a star as it fell
even the rainbow to its tail;
I tracked the wind to its home
but who can clothe the earth red?
I sought a pin in the Nile
and drew my face on the sky;
I cast my line in Dead Sea
But who can love like you did?
Oh Temi!
A Cloudburst
Only now too clear, _ it seems…
Lifted on haunches of late morning mists
A long lost sun once pulled from blue skied dreams
Only now too clear, _ it seems…
That never known before
Past early morning’s darkened clouds had schemed
A callused heart; tracked by tears that had since run dry
Hadn’t waked me to say goodbye
I never knew that sunless day, stowed away
Joining class after retirement was wrong act.
Again, I have to sit with assignment work.
Teachers will surely make me learn; that is fact.
I'll be outlier in class with hidden smirk.
My class performance and progress will be tracked.
Ultimately, I'll not be able to shirk.
Parent-Teacher's day, I will have to attend,
To hear sermons from the Principal to mend.
~x~x~
Cooked, ready to eat
April 2027, we meet
The 2026 Finance Bill
A new order, bitter pill
With it you are tracked
Affairs, neatly packed
Taxed here and there
To them, you must be fair
The reverse doesn't hold
Not belonging to the fold
You produce, they don't
Work like you, they won't
Order the world, anew
To benefit just a few
Cannon fodder, the rest
To the front line, the best
The tremendous trembling
troubling thrashing terror
trees tipped, torn then tossed
Tornado tracked toward trail.
Trampling, transforming
telegraphing thoughts
totally teased time
turning today to tomorrow.
Thinking this tale
tells the tragic turmoil
took tolls, turned themes
that transfixed tranquility.
Then Tuesday told
theocratic terrible topics
thus totally tearing
thy tender topography.
Confused by DVD interactivity,
Lost in soulless Internet chat-rooms,
Spied on by precision satellites,
Tracked down by mobile phone texters,
Hit by multi-media bombardment,
Tied up with twisted video tape,
Engulfed by ephemeral nothingness,
Brain awash with binary,
Consumed by CD ROM gigabytes.
Call me stuck in the past,
Say I’m not cool, but cold,
Because my ideal is a good book ...
To have and to hold.
Tattered by bad decisions, misdirected, unheard
questions that remain answered.
In a dilemma unequivocally side tracked by distorted
thoughts that occupy one's mind in such a matter.
On many occasions succumbed by blindspots,
Yielded by one way symbols, directional lights.
Illuminated calmly on one's voyage a mission of a shift .
A changeover of uncertainty, and a realignment for
A wellbeing life.
The yellow sun rises high in the sky,
All the villagers are waking,
Blue birds singing from high up in their nests,
Weapon grabbing ready for their trip,
Lonely animals getting tracked down,
All men sneaking,
Animal has been spotted,
Spears flying towards the creature,
Squelching flesh tearing apart,
Animal rapidly dying,
Everyone enjoying their feast,
People slowly doze off into a calm relaxed sleep.
By Chloe