Short Wage Poems
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“The two sides sit
around the square table;
like the cheeks of one’s ar*e
together only, till the
crap starts to appear!”
© Harry J Horsman 1997
What our parents told us
About truth, love, and purpose
Is dripping saggy from a nail in the wall
Take my hand gypsy love
Banish my broken tongue
Make me love the day!
There was a young woman with daughter
She worked more hours than she oughta
Worked her fingers to the bone
Needed a payday loan
To pay for the shoes that she bought her
Battles we wage, an ego urge
A dream life, make belief
Belying delight of bliss surge
Soul lost; our thoughts the thief
Play earth role, as assigned
With pulse of love aligned
Desires, to bin consigned
Actor on stage
Battles we wage
29-September-2021
Quietus
Time paces
-tick, tock-
life trudges between its
tick, tock.
hurry, hurry
-tick, tock-
rush to all the garbage pails
each minute means
another few cents
stalling means
no job to pay the rent
tick, tock
eat, eat
-tick, tock-
slender meals and bitter thoughts
of life and all its tick, talk.
Mind battles we wage every day
As of reflex instinct
How long will our ego hold sway
Mind with heart, not yet linked
When we lower our guard
Stupor takes us downward
Our behaviour wayward
Giving vent to rage
Mind battles we wage
06-November-2021
Quietus
(Syllables: HMS)
The weight of the day begins to fade,
As shadows stretch where light has played.
Unlace the boots, let stillness grow,
And feel the clock begin to slow.
Now close your eyes imagine a golden gleam,
A heavy coin within a dream.
Reach out your hand and take the prize.
You’ve earned the peace behind your eyes.
Minimum wage
The olive trees in the landscape
near the village,
Have working-class trunks
and no illusion
Of becoming middle-class trees.
They refuse to grow
in a plant- nursery and be tampered with
by botanists.
They do not envy tall palm trees.
Good luck to those who see the world
through an elevated height.
Good soil and water the plebian olive tree wants
it has deep roots and will not fall
in a storm.
Oh how I'd dreamed my love was true-
'Till he rose from my arms and went to you,
And then to yet another's bed
And all the while, "I love you," he said!
He took from you your sweetest wine
Then back to me, to drink of mine-
While we both gave free our trust
He snared several others to please his lust!
Now, you and I, poor fools are we,
Yet not so much a fool as he!
For he who practiced to deceive
Shall Cunning's wages full receive...
Form:
For children’s maw a woman slept,
When not, wage and daily bun slept.
In hope that at late last he’d come,
Windows, leaving doors open, slept.
The night, shadowy more than shy,
On spreading her dark omen, slept.
‘I need none whoso in all world’,
My pride, in death all undone, slept.
Dog-tired, enduring my burden,
Me all awake, my divan slept.
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Ghazal |05.12. 2023| sleep
Based on a Gujarati Ghazal by Mitra Rathod.