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The speed of my automobile exclusively Depends on the wheelman which earth born Crave where the passengers await it destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. Every four years is its renewal with the Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma
Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,
I could see him leave, leaving me alone. I weep and cry, not showing it at all. I think about him, every minute, every second, every moment. Where is he now? I wonder… Has he found someone better, than me?
There’s a kid somewhere in a town you’ve never heard of sitting in a prefabricated movie theater or maybe one old and rickety haunted by the adhesion of a million spilled and sticky substances lost within their own great thoughts
JOURNEYS WITHOUT MAPS/ AFTER FIGUERAS, CATALUNYA when seawind blows it spins the moons, fills lunar curves in golden masks that revolve above the ornate faces of the harbour clock when the seawind blows and moons revolve wind-fed wheels feed and
Some people always feel life lets them down, Maybe if they’d stop they would see, Just because I don’t wear a permanent frown, It doesn’t mean life’s been kind to me. I find it’s the ones who always complain, Are
when death takes off its stockings it reveals it has the legs of a lady. not just desiccated femurs – luscious calves and plump thighs, the kind that would make noted drunken poets claw free from the grave and wolf
How I love this tunnel stretch The darkness This speeding train The sounds This blindness and the wait For the light to emerge slow And the bright skyline In the end Everything dissolving Into the expanse Among trees and valleys
Wanting to feel your breath in this room, in half-light, my hands opened the window to let him in, the green moon. For so much violence in everyday life. let’s break a poem and sqeeze its honey and carve only
Beneath this yonder twinkling isle I laid down for a while; Amidst this firmamental lea I saw a pulsar shine with glee. Soon I ventured into a dream and saw the lign aloes gleam ; a foreigner to this lonesome
A 5-year-old girl Throws a chair Because her teacher Doesn’t seem to care About how the girl Can’t sleep at night And nap time in Preschool Was where she might Two years later The girl is seven and she still
My Teacher A lovely figure with fair face Rhythmically steps into the class. Melodiously flow the words From the parted red lips Are sweet to my ardent ears Flutters my heart Thrills my sensation Wins her heart There I am
In Retirement days, plant words on a page. Record in a booklet, give a little age. Let ripen, hide it away a few days. Later, re-evaluate, review, and renew. It is choice and lasting, or is it to re-do? Will
Clad in blue From top to bottom, Sat beside you, Her long drizzling hairs, On your Face, Her lips near to yours, Slowly and subtly says, Wake up Sweet heart. Wake up sweet heart, For the day has come, And
Crazy But so protecting Spiteful But so caring Sad but incredibly strong Hurt but healing Afraid But willing So peaceful but yet graceful You are my remedy my hope My why when I can’t She is me but now and
It is 11.30 at night- A night train is appearing into our sight- Porters are walking up and down the station, They are keeping watch on train’s arrival with great caution- They are frantic to the passengers- who will get
A lame duck re-emerges from water of life, after paying for night of clouds. The sex determines the economy of a nation and democracy writes the future of a man. Who was bankrupt in poor country of rich people? You
They can’t resist the Calligraphy, Like the Disney movies, all eyes & ears glued there, Yeah, they fathom the science behind it, But No! Listen to the hits they make, like boom! Can’t help but break dance, The comfort my!
Revelations from your cherished words, Echoes in my inner mind like love birds Enlightening those songs, you sung Engraved within my mind forever. After years and fears of destiny I ran into the chambers of darkness; Setting off in grief, seeking
How many boyfriends have you been through While I stood by your side wishing you were Mine the whole time, how many times have I Helped you pick up the pieces of a broken Heart, break up after break up,
A sound In an empty room, Hollow space, Emptiness. Panic. Silence broken, By what ? A thud, Rooms no longer silent, Hassle and laughter, A gun shot. Once again silence But only for a second Screams erupting. Sirens in the
talking of fire and passion watch a scented pistil guiding the asteroids, did you hear the flawless silence after the cuckoo’s call, an interruption, a suspended pause, then a high pitched cascading note, moon is still hanging out on the
The name, went begging to yield. Dispute was becoming a point of disorder. A fire on ice, I was burning inside. Unabated, the storm was raging in bush. The candor was lost. We were drying up in shade. One eccentric
He said it was not easy, Not that easy, writing poetry. But I didn’t think so. (Yeah! I thought of it though.) I sent him my blueprint, He laughed and laughed… It’s not that easy, you see Your’s all wilderness.
I’m up shit creek, this time, Granddad. My madness Isn’t paying off like it did, When I made her happy and Delirious, in love. I look Up to the clouds, hoping that You are, at least, there to Listen. I
Liquidity crunch turns you into lip slave. The candlelight bed has the broken legs. Asleep by the boat you sway in dark. You are still a number in the books to be fed. A jigsaw puzzle in the economic boom
Come to me as though you were summoned, as though the colour of the evening sky, reminded you of lost love, as though the call of a crow, spoke to you about things inseparable, as though from the depths of