Boyhood Poems

I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon

A Steinway upright corners my grandmother’s parlor. As a boy I hid there and fell prey to a 3 p.m. nap. The notes awoke, bearing the boy across land and sea to the shore of an Italian lake where a

From farthest East, or more precise The forests vast on India’s breast, Rose hymns of wisdom that never dies, The words of knowledge, forever best. Those hymns were born from wisest hearts, As throats would trill in sombre shades; They

Shadows and the bravery of the past, echoes of the sounds you spoke of hopes and misery ever last… but smokes of your failure – you choke Behinds the sun, stars dream of evening darkness. Holy Death, leads us to

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

Impossible emptying my head of every bent phrase… The misshapen past crooked and crass –unrepentant lunar lit boyhood errant I against your shallow affect denial (my own story you dare edit or silence because every unacknowledged event is one erased

Afraid to move, to motion, to show anger or decline, too frightened to protest, to persist, to throw arms open wide, to look up, see the sky, fight for freedom. Look up. See the sky. Today’s the day to grab

Glinting off an orchestra Fully transported within A furioso movement Composed by a German maestro As experienced By a deaf orphan boy Who wandered Into the palace of arts. Enticed by firelight And the scent of cinnamon All those castaway

As the singularity draws near, I look on with trepidation. What lies beyond i do not know. A technological marvel some say, Nirvana it will be. Others say a dystopian future awaits. No one knows for sure! I think back

Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity

It’s Christmas dad lend me once more your hand to compare ourselves among the living people that I ever touched only your hand was bigger If you want to we can go to the seashore hand in hand to leap

The holes we create within our lives Whilst struggling with all the lies A patchwork of building blocks That sometimes make us have to stop And take into our own account Perhaps with help we can surmount Though fear we

When lights go out within your life, and all your world grows dark; strike out with steel on solid rock until you see the sparks. Then burn the candles in your mind, and bring in fresh new light, while wiping

She had lived in her lonely illusions Since she first came to know of life’s lies When she first watched the sun set in silence Beneath crowded vermilion skies, Where the rain fell in multi clad colours Just like rainbows

As much try shaking off odd feeling can’t avoid On face seems normalcy deep within I’m paranoid All evident brave fronts and donned blasé guise Reflect chinks in armor of societal compromise Frayed old compulsions often daunt and afflict Daubed

I know your pain, I know your anguish, I know your agony, If you just let me, I’ll ease your burden! I know you hurt, I know you’ve been forgotten, I know you’ve been unloved, If you just open your

To build a wall Of a broken heart By an empathy hope To make a home In a world To live in together With freedom of rooms If it is needed Giving a space For unity in diversity When humanity

Looking For My Beloved Down the narrow and winding road of life I went in search of my beloved My heart throbbing, my heart aching As the deer pants after the water brooks So my love for her increases with

Is it too late to start now? Those above and those below Guard the rainforest Keep it safe the remaining nest Aboriginals who are living there Endangered by traders and issues declare Decimating the forest Toxic is their lust To

Well here it is a quarter after three in the morning and I’m all alone again…I wish you would call me or come over and keep me company don’t you know I’d give anything to be your everything again but

Life sans light They are sitting in a remote dark room to relax without switching on light. For they want a real light that brings peace and solace in their laborious humdrum life. They toil from dawn to dusk without

During the full charge of the afternoon words or figures tumbling out of you something the size and scent of work remember that it is unimportant vow to come to yourself pull back from those artificial languages feel your heart

There’s always something to say And we should come to GOD and pray, Whether we just cry, Or talk about hurting inside, We should always come to him and try. Just like the stars are perfectly placed Also is his

Let no gust of wind, Seize the passion from your heart. Let no whirlpool, Sink the rowing boat of your moving life. Let no draught, Dwindle the endeavouring hands of your to work. Let no burning flames, Instigate you to

United, They matched protesting non-violently, Teenagers and children, Fighting against anti-segregation, The filthiness of the ruling class, They could no longer sit and watch, As their homeland was destroyed These innocent souls, Unfortunately, Were victims of violence! Their homes had

Exhausted and homeless Without financial order Without security and acceptance She became an easy target He zoned in He reeled her in Empty promises He gave to her She almost lost herself In words’ entrapment She readied herself For life

The lines she wrote still linger in my mind, So full of care, caress and sweet regard, That when I sleep, in dreams, I still would find, Those very rhymes from such a lovely bard; The words though parted by

When you step into the cage none is known, When you fly away too far you are alone, In the dark and the light, it’s you and your soul. But yet inthe journey, many relations you hold, You want to

Through out the years our cemetery has been kept clean It has been mowed and kept clean so all head stones can Be seen, and when we are gone who will be left to keep it clean. You know it

I unwrite a song for she, a gratis homage. Questioning imperils the sky, clouds would not weep. A cover-up comes to quote scriptures the meaning of deployment. Was I feeling smug after counting the pages of unread death? ———————————————– I

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The heart that pains is the one that bleeds Its wounds last for a lifetime to be The more it tries to hide its scars It aches more than the pain before Sealing its doors without an entrance The heart

Quarrel amongst kids is like a mist which dissolves in few moments Quarrel amongst siblings is like a passing cloud which threatens to rain but ultimately shine Quarrel amongst friends is like lightening which emits light and current but fizzles

A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman, Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With

It only took a few months for them to truly understand. That life can end so quickly. So they now walk hand in hand. It only took a single glance for them to fall in love, But no one knows

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

Come swing with me, To the blue yonder so free. We sit on the clouds by day, Hangout with the stars by night! Come swing with me, Up to the rainbow bridge. Of glorious colors- And slide from one end

Somewhere in a cottage down by the lake lands hidden out of sight…superstition is like a religion no one understands… well and in the darkness of the night Lightning strikes the water parting the rain as I sit here by

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is