The sun slowly peeps its head in the east, A bird barbet flies towards its nest, Labourer follows the landlord with the beast, Blue heron sits on the teak tree for rest, The big temple bell is rung by the priest, Children run towards the river with vest, Village maiden prepares the harvest feast, Babies feed milk from the blouse less breast, All the events have taken place at least, When the dawn sunshine appears very best, God has done all natural phenomena like Trieste, By which the children of the earth are blessed, We thank the creator for the peace,we assessed.
I was in Trieste
It was in 1962, a revolution attempt that failed
roads had been churned; the American CIA tried to blend in
not successfully wearing Hawaii shirts to hide the guns.
I met her at the railway station, a small woman with a big suitcase
which I offered to carry at her lodging.
I was a polite young man, thanks to my communist mother.
It was a long road, a cobblestone road, was heavy going
I have come to think Federico Fellini was hiding in the case.
Arriving at her lodging, I was not invited to her room
she gave me a peck on the nose.
Later I learned she was a famous actress, but I wondered
why is she, in Trieste?
Mild obscurity
At the local supermarket, a woman not a day over seventy-five
asked me where she could find unsalted butter spoke
with an American accent.
What do I know, perhaps, she was related to the Kennedys?
By the butter- shelf we stood, there was a spark between us
like the Ronson-lighter I once bought in Liverpool, a heavy
lighter, I always knew in which pocket it was; now that smoking
is a sin the lighter ended up in the garage, only to be used
in extreme perseverance,
I had seen her before, in Trieste in 1962 she was a spy for the CIA
Smoked posh Monte Carlo cigarettes through a long holder
while drinking creme de menthe.
My wife stirred; leg cramps switched on the bedside lamp
and I was brought back to reality.
WHY GHOST IS SINGLE (ME);
Olivia is very lazy
She's also a bit crazy,
She once sent my mom a nude with the caption "Your son loves this "
You bet it didn't go so nicely.
Cecilia is very selfish,
And she loves to fish,
Once she has eaten well,
For all, she cares you can all go to hell.
Charlotte is a whore,
She gives James, Peter, John, Andrew, and 99 more,
She's like a charity organization,
I think she loves motion.
Aria never calls me honey,
Until she sees money,
That girl must have been born near a bank,
She hates seeing her handbag blank.
Chilling with Lillian is so fun,
Until you realize she has no buns,
Her back has no form,
She looks like the other boy I saw in Trieste.
Natalie always lifts my moods,
But bro have you seen her boobs,
They look like fallen soldiers,
And the left one looks like my roommate's slippers.
Josephine is very kind,
But that woman is out of her mind,
If she thinks I'll risk being caught by her boyfriend,
Bro that guy can beat me with one hand.
Ghost passing
I dreamt of a treaty with Trieste,
but it was to get my mind off something else -
the Brexit.
In the treaty all would be good,
and I would have hols in Trieste
twice a year.
Do I take my bucket there and spade?
Do they have sand in
the city of Trieste?
Actually, I've just fallen in the sand.
Brexit's come to pass
and Trieste's wishful thinking.
6/24/2016
a boat goes ashore
i saw it, drinking coffee
how sweet is this town
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