I’m taking too long in here.
This cart I am trying to steer.
Is squealing around corners constantly.
There’s nothing except throwing groceries in endlessly.
The wet floor sign is laughing too hard.
I still need to buy a thank you card.
But words don’t exist in the confines of the store.
Just lines and scribbles galore!
Ribbons streaming from nowhere.
Like sadness from a tearful pear.
I could leave this store at any time.
But not without an angry lime.
Not without doing something odd.
Like catching bags of chips with a fishing rod.
Eating a pastry from a display.
Jumping around to avoid the fray.
I’m taking too long in this place.
Where I can feel the freezer section’s embrace.
The cold is not the only thing in me.
I wish everything was free.
Free like a smiling flower in the floral department.
Which is beautiful despite dismemberment.
I wish I was free too…
In this store with too many tears undue.
I am he who says goodnight.
Don't take me for a label.
At least I'm from a time when thought,
Use portents undue fable.
Vuck doors and rules to hide lyrics lying for a sadist,
Lest the sense of selves perchance; employ spells of'n alchemist.
I invoke the inner man.
I invoke to see that who wants for we.
Gather us, from we you'll be,
And carry such until we're free.
I invoke the word of man,
Laughing at such laze.
Pretended by a lack of can,
To be without my gaze.
Round about the cauldron go,
The trumper sure to ever know.
Gasp for breath and ask for why,
This stunt d'serves 'nother try.
RoBo Calls
Miracle Man
4/25/2025
I’ve a strong dislike that now borders on hate,
toward those unwanted calls that won’t abate.
I get perhaps ten or so of these calls every day,
thinking I’m an “Old Codger” they can sway.
Its often about Medicare and always a scam,
her sweet voice has for me some new program.
I appreciate her having my interest at heart,
but I’m not a sucker that she can outsmart.
Calls interrupt my meals and also slumber,
once or twice they’ve came from my number.
These I always answer without undue delay,
for I’m always curious as to what I might say.
“There’s a sucker born every minute” Barnum said,
and many minds have chosen his quote to embed.
I can't really think of a number.? If seems almost irrelevant
Now.' It well might be? plus twenty million, if the lawyers
Get involved? anyhow.' For giving wrong terms to your
Prisoner out of 'context and reason' to boot.' Punished
Unduly on 'a nations behalf i can think only? oh shoot.!! By the way.' Do all agree
its un-wanted; outrageous??. Well its time
To get talking and stand.' sending your emails in blizzards, throughout all.. And every part of the land'
Now today' this undue punisment of Tommy.' It Could be
One of your own sons; can you see? Oh and just b t w.! I'm sure he'd
Wecome support; from of, the whole Commonwealth family! from its length
And its breadth may i say.? For its this mothers son at
The moment.' Held in contempt of humanitys better ways' Can you hear me in Oz and NZ? Even Canada??
Or no matter how far away? throw now, all weight behind
Freeing someone, who desired a life just better, in his days.'
He's no coward, no offender to children! Yet suffers bad
Karma most quyeer' Now get him out from the
Drabness of prison, into the light; into the freedom of a life with no fear.!
For sometimes stealing
too much of twilight, leaving you
waiting up with worry.
For sometimes not leaving the kitchen
as immaculately clean as you left it.
Should I hurt or disappoint you,
whether I realize it or not.
Should an entire day steal away
without hearing me say..."I love you."
Forgive me, sweetheart.
For all my sins, mistakes; failing
to keep "It won't happen again" promises.
For sometimes taking undue advantage
of your inherent benevolence.
For often failing to meet you
halfway, all the way; not praying
as often as I should.
For sometimes falling short
of your expectations of me,
Forgive me, Lord. Amen.
Let no war death that wears a shroud,
And memorialized, do us proud.
Loud salutes distract us,
Nor pomp make undue fuss,
In vain are young heads rolled
For the ambitious old,
Silver streaks, stripes or not, dark goes death cloud.
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Happenings |16.12.2024|war, death, youth, old
Poet’s note: Wars are raging on many fronts in the world today. The ambitious old and the powerful plot these fights and young men pay the price with death. We must remember this before we commemorate fallen soldiers who are felicitated with medals in the spirit of Memento Mori in a matter-of-fact manner.
On bowing to the deity,
I hastened to leave the temple.
God said, you seem to be in undue hurry,
I demurred and said, no it’s just my worry
I might ask for something
That you are hesitant to give,
Which might our long-held rapport spoil.
To that He just smiled graciously,
But what he said set me thinking,
And what will stay with me for long.
You seem to come with a prayer and plea,
Why, come sometimes just to meet me,
I’ll see that you’ll not have to ask
Oft wearing an alibi of a mask
Nor will you look like a beggar
You bring yourself nigh down to be.
I was trying truth to distort,
Truth’s often known to us,
But we set it to sail
He only brought it back to port.
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Musings |06.12.2024| God, spiritual
Can help you to meet you,
what else can poems do?
Make your thoughts shine like dew,
what else can poems do?
One eve, her memories
when begin to hurt anew,
Bliss of balm can issue,
what else can poems do?
When you find your life’s boat
in turbulence undue,
Stir oars to do their due,
what else can poems do?
When some weary moments
wake up to distress you,
Can heal with heaven’s hue,
what else can poems do?
Sun sets when before time
leaving you with no clue,
Can mend your mood from blue,
what else can poems do?
When hate spills out bloodshed,
carnage, mayhem undue,
Can give mankind fresh clue,
what else can poems do?
When in reckless moments
of rage you lose head’s hue,
Can bring you back to rue,
what else can poems do?
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Ghazal |11.11.2024| poems
Poet’s note: Inspired by a Gujarati piece by Gaurang Thakar, no translation:
What do you say about dying,
that won't cause any undue stress?
Some kind of small talk about life,
like some secret you could confess?
Or how about a bunch of cash,
they say you won't be needing?
When everyone is wondering,
how long can a heart keep beating?
Isn't life a little bit strange,
with all of the good and the bad?
And how it relates hand in hand,
to the happy and to the sad?
In the end will they remember,
all the sacrifices we made?
Or like clouds in the summertime,
will we just one day fade away?
Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
Hold thy breath for combat into that coveted dress
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight - let thy true self appear
'Tis the festive season for the expansive rear
That limp lettuce leaf - the villain, I duly confess
Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
Oh! How I fought against sweetmeats throughout the year
To don the finest apparel with undue stress
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight - let thy true self appear
I wrestled into my garb and what became clear
The malady on the raiment is anyone's guess
Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
On reflection, my right thigh exposes a tear
The mirror glowered the fabric is less times less
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight – let thy true self appear
I am no Damsel in distress with this form – no fear
Strutting a designer tear, exuberates finesse
Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight – let thy true self appear
I wish I could put pen to paper and stop the fight,
put mankind on a different plight.
To make people understand,
that we as humans must demand;
race, religion, gender, sexual tolerance all,
stop listening to hate causing the squall.
It makes no difference who you are,
the clan or a country from afar,
whatever the color of your skin,
or what religion you are in.
It’s time for the world to take a break,
words and action cause heartache.
You have one mouth but a set of two ears,
controlling the one will prevent tears.
Whatever philosophy you believe,
to merely listen to others and you’ll perceive,
that nothing of others is all untrue,
and understanding perspective we can undue,
the sanctimonious history of religious wars,
the endless fight of political soars.
If we could all just pause and think,
we need mankind back from the brink.
So no matter the battle or side you’re on,
there is no line that can be drawn,
where your opinion or belief,
is paramount to others.
You are simply not commander and chief.
Melodies from heaven take me away
Undue the wrath of hurricane heartbreak
Singing of joy in freeing green serenade
Into the voice of love the one who saves
Creating a rainbow and providing peace
Amber and gold love inside blessings
Letting us know soul holy body
Inside we glow spiritual unity
The angels do sing and ears delight
Your heart brings a note songs for Christ.
There are killings,
suffocation in gullet
hell holes, decapitations
by mandibles stalking in shadows,
death pits at the bottom
of slippery throated flowers
and racked on a web,
a struggling moth
slowly turning into soup.
My garden is a slaughter
field littered with the leftovers
from deadly feasts.
And the victims….what
of their inaudible cries,
the screams broadcast
on wavelengths beyond
my ear. Do they plead
for mercy, feel pain
register in whatever
rudimentary brain animates
their brief lives.
Help me ! Please help me !
does the moth cry,
feeling the spiders fangs
penetrate and pump poison
into its trussed body.
Or do I give such
small life undue significance
affording it compassion
when it should be exempt.
But where's the line ?
Size ?
Its propensity for domestication,
its rank on an arbitrary scale ?
The perfumed beauty
of a single flower diverts
the senses and disconnects
attention to the suffering
of small things.
We are blissfully unaware.
Does anyone hear them,
does anyone care,
or does life's little screams
fall into an uncaring nothingness
and if so, then what of our own.
I wake up some days lost
Because never did I know
Life would seem so empty
Without the closest friend I know
I'm not angry with god
At times I wonder why
Them to my amazement
God comforts me
I know my father is testing comfortably in the sky
Time they say heals all wounds
So I press on life forever
Changed
I pray to heaven for peace
And god will undue from me this pain
When the time comes
and we depart two different ways,
I feel an utter hollowness within me
that I can't portray.
These weekends are like a gateway to meet with you,
to fulfill all those cravings throughout the week undue.
Throughout the day I stay addicted to you,
your eyes, your beards, your fingers, your wide arms...I want to pursue,
for long and long decades, for the eternity;
I want to smell your neck and I want to feel your vicinity.
I want to gaze at your lips,
those I want to kiss but are forbidden for now,
but that nectar has given me the vow
to immortal me and my verse;
Our love shall be immortally written by the universe.
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