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Tranquilizer

Tranquilizer

Did I Ever Tell You
About Tranquility?

It's a Personal Place:
My Son.

Un-fortunately,

In-evitably,

Ir-revocably:

A-lone

ONE.

-Gray Squirrel

09-29-2024

Colors of Ink- Mixed

3- “Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do. “ - Rumi

When the moon unfurls her magical wings,
  and stars come out; sparkling silver
I listen to soothing songs within my nocturnal heart,
    for unspoken thoughts, I let them rule.

I’m a believer, splashing colors of faith,
      a poet, weaver of love and hope~
mental health advocate with an untamable quill,
   painting hurting spheres with empathetic ink,
   to cover their pain with honey warm verses.

I savor flavors of tender delicacies,
the world may frown upon this spiritual indulgence,
while ignorant to smudged skin of wounded silhouettes.
I let my voice be the tranquilizer for imperfect perfection,
 although truth has no place in a society that lacks perception.

I’ll allow these phrases to speak to the blind,
       preach kindness till we attain nirvana,
I have a poem in my soul, that shall only reach pages~
fluent in compassion, pain and trauma.

Heart

Do you still have feelings for me inside your heart?
OMG,Darling I am your tranquilizer I am your dart.
Note.Hai koi angraiz jo aisi poetry karay nahi nahi.

Aroma of a Summer's Dawn

Aroma of a summer's dawn
  Perfect time to mow the lawn

'Til she smelled the fertilizer
  ~ Now she's on a tranquilizer

A Tranquilizer Gun For My Birthday Please

A tranquilizer gun for my birthday please.
The color doesn’t matter.
A sharp point please.

I will teach the neighbors
To get out of my way.
They vote all wrong
On election day

I’m usually not violent 
But here’s the thing
I know what’s right.
I am the king.

Hope

Hope is not just a tranquilizer, 
It's a placebo
To keep you alive
Till the doctor comes!
Never you lose hope, never!

Hope is not just an opium,
When the chips are down, 
Hope is that part of you
That keeps you alive
It keeps you looking at the brighter side!

Problems are strong, fears are stronger,
But the smallest hope, could conquer them all.

Sleep

Sleep, a wonderful gift of nature
That revitalises the body 
And invigorates the mind

The silencer of a crying baby
The quieter of a whole town
The tranquilizer of a troubled mind

After the day's hard work
It is the last resort
A natural antidote for headache

A short nap in the day
Can make a huge difference

I Hunger For Ya

I count the hours on the clock
wait for the phone to ring
it doesn’t
then, it does
I hunger for ya.

Perfection is the name of the game
everything must be right
this time or 
bust my brain
I hunger for ya

Your voice digs deep
into the pit
that is my soul
a tranquilizer that soothes 
I hunger for ya

What will I do with this
discard or die
or go into the dark and conquer
the unknown?
I hunger for ya

When I see your name
I fear
deep down in my bowels
what now, what will love
ask of me
or not ask 
I hunger for ya.

Daydream melodies, you
don’t understand them?
a thing hoped for you can’t
mass produce 
at a thousand an hour
I hunger for ya.

In a real love
there’s no place for starvation or 
bathroom dreams by candlelight
perfumed pearls
only
still
I hunger for ya.

Escaped Bull

I just read on the internet news,
about a terrified fugitive bull,
escaping from a Queens, NY slaughterhouse,
running through the suburbs for his life,

Police shot it several times with a tranquilizer gun,
where the bull finally became too drowsy to run,
hearing reports that an animal preserve would take him in,
and then hearing that the bull died before they could do anything,

The internet news left me elated then deflated,
leaving me confused and somewhat frustrated,
hoping that the bull didn't die from being shot,
and wondering if he ever find his elusive china shop?


RIP ~Fernando the bull~
*This story is true and aint no bull...

I Really Do Not Care If the Sun Is a Star and He Does

I REALLY DON’T CARE IF THE SUN IS A STAR AND HE DOES

I want grape juice and sex all the time.
All he can think about is spray painting.

He looks at me like I am the strange girl 
down the street who eats saltines and ketchup. 

I step right on somebody’s chewed gum walking with him.
Our fingers laced like we are tourist scum in matching cowboy boots.

I look at him like he never wears the same underwear two days in a row.

He knows I lied to his family when they asked me if I liked toasted cheese and Budweiser. 
Then again when I told his drunk father I would never sleep with him on a spaceship.

He looks at me like I am a joke about women’s
tennis, or a blackboard with a spit wad stuck on it.

He lied to my mother when he said he’s never had sex with a mannequin.
Then again when he said he never shot me with a tranquilizer gun.

I look at him like he might get me pregnant.
He looks at me like he’s arranging a celebration for the sun.

A Christmas Prayer

Dear Lord this year to save time being lost
remind me- Turkey, Christmas Eve- defrost.
And when it's in the oven, leave no doubt
that I forgot to take the giblets out.
Five loaves, two fishes you fed five thousand,
may I feed six with far less food to hand
since each year bags of food we buy a few
the wheelie bin eats better than we do.
You love little children, what joy they bring,
for me, as tranquilizer, Sherry's king.
I pray , Lord, as I open my gift box
I look pleased with my snowman themed bed socks.
Please let me use only the choicest words
when queueing for pork pies at dawn, at 'Birds' *.
We thank you for the gift of Brussels sprouts
and hinged windows to let the odours out.
Peace keeper may I be as it gets late
and nobody offers to wash the plates.
Above all, Lord, may I remember who
this season is about, and it is you.


* Birds is our local bakery

Floatsam and Jetsam

Day dawns on me breathlessly with drudgery,
Gayless is my countenance to elude the cartload of tasks.
Yeah is only the option that makes me trot with lunch box,
Mayhem is the state of affairs that drain me out and out.
Recuperating with tiny box to resume,
 Munndane tasks when everything is drab and drowsy.
Rejuvenating with break for tea and,
Lampooning the lives of others with mediocre actions.
The twilight of the day in the company,
Of sunset stretches for my hand for outing.
Budging an inch by inch with buzzing and bustling thoughts,
Knowing thereby to be in the vortex of life.
Moving earth and heaven to get reprieve of thorn ridden way,
Hoping to make it to stoical life.
That turns to be the tranquilizer of repressing all ripples of life..!!

My Best Friends Lion Den

My Best Friend’s Lion Den

As my reclusive friend I know your nature
You don’t like anything or anyone or favor
To help you with this secluded kind of life 
That is truly you.  No!... It’s not a wife.
It’s not a turtle either my fine fellow
Though you need to lose your shell and be less shallow
When you go to sleep I’ll give my special gift to you
Perhaps perceived a bit eclectic, it is true
I’ll tie you up in twine and drive you to the zoo
Place you in the lion’s den
Make sure the critters have not been fed
Since you are my bestest of my bestest friends
And to that end
I’ll make sure you have a tranquilizer gun
That way you can have some fun
If you die, at least you tried
If you live, you will have great memories
Don’t worry; you don’t have to thank me
But if you do, please give me the gun
Remember, I was only having fun 

Created on 12/24/14 for – “My Wish For You” - Poetry Contest

Daddy Don'T

Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be

Because I got an equalizer
I’ll knock you in the head
I got a tranquilizer that’ll put you 
Straight to bed

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be 
The way they used to be

You can kiss my ass 
And the trailer good bye
Mama said you was less that 
Trailer trash

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Sheriff come round and says 
Your bound to die if you keep it up
So save yourself and don’t come around
What is done is done

But I swear if I see you again
It will be at the end of pointed gun

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Time Pass By

A crazy gloomy highway,
Whacky streets of birmingham,
Catostrophe like winter bloated in winds
Tremble like passion cursed to flow,
Sounds where i heard the first smirk,
Her eyelashes twinkled like whisky sky,
An irish coffee mocked me to look,
Her raindroping hair wrinkled my eyes,
An smothering  truth or a soothing lie,
Sip on sip coffee hanged me high,
It was a rainy day,no one to say ,no one for bay,
It was her tranquilizer which made me die,
on the very moment which now pass by
That love on sight like a first pie bite
I hinder this road to look for her,
Which now looks like a labyrinth masscara that she floss on,
Roads came narrow, i glazed on to follow,
She moved to a door,that went inside lamped on floor
It was lazy  me ,sure she was nice and it could have been a night
but now its better begin for my Redbricks lane,
My days are bad and luck is hard, let it be let time 
pass by
coz her eyes are still in my eyes,
and its still a long winter and coffe shop is just two blocks aside.

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