Poetry Cracks The Whip

Poetry Cracks The Whip short poem

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Music lost, recovered, lost
Love lost, recovered, lost
Poetry lost, lost, lost even if found
Lost in words, words in loss, lost voice
Lost embittered passion, seething with lost memories
Alzheimer’s child, poetry’s kind upbringing
Parentage questioned, orphan of regrets
World of healers, force-fed medicines
And a flock of slaves, indulge and nurse
What poetry couldn’t save
Lost in muse mania, threatened with murder
Hands of poetry, strong-hold around neck
Write, write, write, against your own wishes
Nobody can save a nun on a mission, abort
Abort all attempts to recover lost causes
March in feet and meter, march in leather boots
Sink in the leather, whip the groomed girls
Tell them poetry is your underworld don
Who rules, rules, rules your vision
Of a crack in the earth yawning open
To eat, eat, eat every dame who is not poetry bitten
And madden every guy who is smitten by what’s real
My loss, your loss, our loss
Poetry is baldness, our hair–the fees
Paid when purpose of life was found in epiphany

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Retaliation with gusto – poem.

asoke kumar mitra
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bit heart wrenching write.

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