The Roadside Medicine Sellers
Are Pharmacists' bold tellers
Of an enduring contest
Not unlike a weighted test!
Ever waxing Drug Dealers
Competing as Sure Healers
But spinning laughing profits
For all their being cursed misfits!
Shame to legalizing Laws
Unbolting illegal doors,
Patent Medicine - obtained Rights
A From - Reality Fool's flights
That often drop a body
For a post - Morten study
What a crazy patronage
Of Butchers in Tactful Age
Hardly like us for neck ties
Their tie - free neck for loud lies
Oh' how their shelves kick with drugs
In their stores Persian Rugs
Their Sales' Facilitators
The Non - Stop Oscillators
Admit men ,though, we're the cause
Before customers long pause
Smiles not customer- friendly
Handshakes not given grandly
Lordly prices for packets
The released picture Rackets.
Categories:
unbolting, death, evil, health, people,
Form: Rhyme
A poem that comes at night without a thought in mind
Words appearing outside a plan yet finds a place to opine
They seem to lie in wait, for a chance to take a bow
completing the lines in need and leaving me to wonder how
Words, plucked out of the air while clamoring around for a rhyme
And battling the thief of words, an unknown in this space and time
Not seeming to be apart, yet, volunteering for the issue at hand
Slipping in under the radar searching for a master plan
A poem appears on my page built with suspicious means Words written without a thought at least, to me it seems
The poem master comes riding high and lifts a calloused hand
My horse, running with an empty saddle; I only hold the pen
The master knocking down the blocks that mute the good ideas
Unbolting the door that locks the mystery where useful words Appear
He rides to ensure success when the wreckers of the brain come in
I’m at a loss to his confusing ways, I only hold the pen
Categories:
unbolting, crazy, dream, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Opening of borders
It deeply touches and bothers
When closed are a country’s borders:
Sealed, helpful channel of a trade
Of super grade.
They needlessly suffer,
Who chiefly feed from neighbour’s offer,
To their radios, a glued concerned ear,
Wanting to a different news hear.
Opening the borders
Is a time-and-again prayer request
Of my panicking brothers
Separated from the Best:
In homilies, giving God’s Angels orders
For intervening scissors on the wires across the borders,
Their knees getting balder
From longer genuflections,
Their faces older
From meditative reflections.
It’s now an active interest in incense
By previous haters of its smell:
A struggle, impressive, to contain a nonsense
And again, The Good, make well.
But opening the borders could be
Unbolting doors to a journeying plague
And vicious bee;
To a virus with a clothing decidedly vague
Or to some penetrative spies
Helping their mission with good lies.
Categories:
unbolting, africa, environment, freedom, money,
Form: Rhyme
Shining is all that I am seeing or am I dreaming?
Killing my yesterdays, today you came breezing
Heavens are unbolting, smoothly I m dying in you
Shall it take anything! All my dawns are with your love
I m the longing breeze, amidst your swaying and blooming hairs
I m the rolling droplet of sweat, blushing to your eyebrows
My desires are the hanging tears on your butterfly eye lashes
My life is a dream longing in your black-pearly eyes
All my day I wish to hug you to my heart, hoping time ever lasts
Knowing your love is too sweet, I would kiss to taste your lips
A walk with my hands skimming around your hips is ever precious
Leaps for that you pluck your favorite evening flowers are my moments
On moon and sun, On me and my mirror, everywhere reflections are you
I m beyond depths to ever think of reaching where I were
I m damned in you, drowned in you, all I can get me back is in you
Before I discern, I m dissolving in you. …….. I am in love
Categories:
unbolting, lovelonging, longing, me,
Form: Heroic Couplet
Decades passing have carved the depth
On this façade past it’s youth
Life’s truth and core reside here
My story has been penned complete
The traveled road is at its end
From the soft breeze of autumn
To the iced boned clutch of hoarfrost
Life’s tattered cloak discarded at my feet
For I have few steps left to amble
That youthful luminosity held
Has been my journeys radiance
With a fiery unspoken memoir
Warming the last miles trekked
In the end with slow tepid movement
Unbolting frost frozen gates
Dwelling on what must exist beyond
The roads of life I’ve walked
Categories:
unbolting, introspection, life, time, visionary,
Form: Free verse