Short Welter Poems
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Oh, humanity,
Making a welter of things,
Put our brains to better use....
Let's fly like eagles,
To our grail of peace restored,
We don't do perfect, okay.....
Road leads me nowhere
I go lower and lower
Take me out from here
I want to have you near
Your arms are my shelter
In here there’s no welter
Please stay with me
And let me be
cross your welter of confusion
i think of you often
in your sadness
questions still standing
a laps wrung of live
i see no clement sky
its the space i'm trying
that courts the day
You can't put a better bit of butter on your platter because a martyr did shatter the packet of your butter as it did welter in the gutter, but that waiter did cater you this later, muttering about an utter butter-hater from Gloucester with bitter hauteur.
Your ungenerous heart forbear
Can not understand why
From me a generous reply
As from my easy chair
Face storms of life must them welter
Need warm heart to shelter
Don't understand in life your part
Sometimes wish for release
From stingy ungenerous heart
And go to my grave in peace
When life, the world has wronged me
I drift far away from welter of emotions surrounding me
To a happy place
It is never to far away
At the first sign of stress
I am whisked away
To a wonderful place
To run, laugh and frolic
Come and join me
There are never ending sites to see here
It is guaranteed to be a happy place
Form:
My mind is calm. My senses are composed.
To all kinds of responses, I'm disposed.
Why, my soul, that flew like a boomerang
Gets stuck within vines that, like coiled snakes, hang
Is my soul glad there while I wail in pain?
What, for my long life herein, do I gain?
Within new blooms, my soul might take shelter.
Is my body made to face mere welter?
I feel like a poppy
in a field of hogweed
My sentences have run dry
I am rudderless in the wilderness
I lack a welter of letters
unassigned to the wherewithal
I am lost in a cave
unfree to ply my words
The storm clouds jettison their foray
Speechless I gain no semblance
as the autre bards attack me
walking in no one's land
slow to trust in myself
the world should awaken
with an uninhibited din
Pelter fell on a welter of papers
A hell of a mess with all the wrappers
Police chased the pelter
Who ran helter skelter
And struck up a tune to all the rappers
Pelter/Limerick Copyright (C) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 23 November 2014