I will tell you a sorrowful tale of an ancient time
when the turning years carved grooves into vinyl,
a time that changed everything and nothing.
He was a lad, a stripling, knobble kneed and roughly handled.
A youth with a common history told a thousand times
in any slum-clamped town.
A cultural weather mellowed him,
it gave the young a way to be poets, cynics, heedless pundits.
Rainbow children beguiled; they wed their minds
to a street corner weed, past its vows between them.
Then it was that mop haired songsters
again stirred his angry blood; he defied ruler and book,
forsook the hierarchies of the hard boiled,
long hair grew into words that shook as he danced
defying the soft shells of faceless egg men.
The boy drifted, still raw-boned, still trapped
by the rats in his head. Jail house beckoned;
bars griped his knuckles tight.
One night he became a storm in a windowless room.
They held his body down, beat it black and blue.
All he could think of as fists pounded broken ribs,
was if he yet lived, he would write it all out one day
yet still leave out the bad parts.
Stripped of her stripling, if asked, she’d confess:
“I am now less than nothingness.”
—Diotimus, translation by Michael R. Burch
Written: by Miracle Man
9-5-2019
In stripling years,
I existed in the shadows.
God had given me reason,
Of Satan to dispose.
To change life’s direction,
I felt suddenly impelled.
But on my own, couldn’t break,
Sin’s chains that held.
Then at that moment,
Scaled eyes could see.
God had broken my chains,
And unveiled a new me.
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On the field of battle,
Young brave and strong,
We are stripling warriors,
Ready to bring it on!
We are fighting the darkness,
Piercing through with truth and light!
Charity is our standard,
Faith, courage and commitment our delight!
Captained by our King and Holy Commander,
We are guided by unconquerable right!
With flaming swords in hand,
This is the truth for which we fight!
Rising up to face the gauntlet of hell,
Yet we fear no death,
For we think upon our one true King,
And more firmly upon liberty than life!
We are true at all times,
In whatsoever things we are entrusted.
As disciples of truth and soberness,
We walk uprightly before Him.
We do not doubt,
God, will deliver us!
Our family, leaders and friends,
Have taught us to believe in Christ!
Bridge: (Said in a warrior’s voice)
With such miraculous strength,
And mighty power,
We did fall upon the enemy,
That we did frighten them exceedingly.
Oh what joy to be a warrior,
For not one soul shall be lost!
We will fight and win and never quit,
No matter what the cost!
Getting a Wife......
When I was just a stripling lad
My Father said to me
Get yourself a wife my boy
And here’s how she must be
Sufficient mouth to sweetly smile
But not enough to nag
Sufficient breast to fill your hand
But not enough to sag
Two hands to do the washing up
And bring you pots of ale
As you sit lordly on your throne
Because you are the male
Brains enough to understand
The wisdom of your ways
But not enough to question them
And clutter up your days
A body plump but firm and full
And good to look at too
So you can show her off all day
As she belongs to you
A wife, a nurse, a mother sweet
All rolled up into one
A mistress, whore and lover too
So you can have your fun
If you can find a girl like this
You’re a very lucky lad
I fear she’ll be too much for you
So bring her home to dad
will you please wake up
but first signal where
you will place your dreams
not there my grey hair
and nitro tablets might not mix
your eyes so matter-of-factly
smack me upon my brow
a reminder of how the years
can grow grass through concrete
or turn boulders to sand
forgive me if I piffle
forgive me if I bore
but you must know that I
can’t piss like a stripling anymore
Majestically lissome, a stripling nothing less,
slender in silhouette, a beauty in undress,
standing starkly bared, every limb exposed.
Not for an artist, but the splendour disclosed
is singularly attractive, as any you’ll see:
a natural vision of simplistic symmetry.
Engrossed, unobserved, I’m quite overcome,
with the naked comeliness, and soon become
captivated by my view of aesthetic expertise.
I’m seduced and excited with moves that please:
beguiled by the elegance of effortless artistry,
displayed in dance that suggests there’s mystery
to discover in this unsophisticated display,
innocently awaiting those who come this way,
revealed in the rhythmic passion of this scene.
Exhibited with the grace, of a ballerina queen;
is the willowy naivete, of the young set free.
Cavorting in nakedness is a Fall, sapling tree.
Rhymer. February 12th, 2017.
(Don't jump to conclusions!)
The streets I walk in moonlight are the ones I walk in dreams.
I've walked them many times before, but now the difference seems,
That no longer streets or highways thus where stripling youths did play,
But haunted places of the night where searching souls would stay.
And join with specters in the glow of lights which flee the dawn,
While tiny footprints leave their trace from dews upon the lawn.
And of those prints I have no fear, I count them oh so dear,
For they are friends that share my love for times when we were here.
So each night I walk in moonlight, and dread the coming dawn,
With friends all there to meet me, and plot our goings-on.
So night on night the neighbors hear the sounds of children's play,
And running feet down every street, until the break of day.
My monkey Rocky was a punk
A stripling cultureshock a skunk
He loved a pachuko
Who smelled a muchuko
Both fastened their tails onto *****
My monkey Rocky/Limerick/Copyright©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 11/19/2014
The stripling below age enters a strip joint,
With adult ID sold by a street side hawker,
Luck favors he mixes in the roaring crowed;
Watches strip tease in performance from the start:
Not an eyelid to blink, steps into manhood:
The lighter she becomes the more he groans,
Slips the silky heights in amateur delight;
Turns rigid with no release from this fright:
Walking out he is questioned by the bouncers.
Alarmed reaches for the ID pass, she whispers
'Boys, he is with me' placing a hand gently;
Forcing him from the insolent danger zone:
Amazed he looks back to thank this kind lady,
Strip teaser kisses his red cheeks and smiles,
First time she learns looking down at the grown bulge;
He runs confused hiding his novel weapon.
Listen, so you hear
the whisper of the peer
Listen, so you hear
me telling of my fears
Listen, do you hear
the cry of a bawling child
Listen, do you hear
the caresses of the stripling
Can you hear?
Are we truly deaf?
perhaps
the populace
become stone deaf
to others' sufferings
the marionettes
sway in the breeze
can you see?
The flowers bloom alluringly with a heavy incense
that hangs in the air
can you smell?
Savor all the rest
Cast out the rest
yet, miss out on the rest.
Life
Death
Hate
Love
Do we feel?
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