Lethe Poems

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The Long March – November 2013 New People

The Long March   November 2013 New People ode

This is an ode to the press. I write a lot of these leading up to publications I care about. This one was unique, I sketched on some boxes, used some spray paint and some sharpies. In the space above

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Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing short poem

The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,

On Dreamy Paths

On Dreamy Paths short poem

One Summer’s night I sat alone, As I had often done before, Enthralled by moonlight dancing, hither thither on my chamber floor. I heeded not the mournful wail of hunter borne on feathered wing, That rent the air: a false

Lord of the Earth

Lord of the Earth short poem

I saw the sun rise from the east today In splendor wore a shining garment red. And quietly from behind hills of grey Emerged, like limbs, his boundless wings outspread With swaying roar, would stretch them more and more Remembering

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A True Friend

A True Friend prose poem

A true friend who will stick with you through thick and thin, on Him you can thoroughly depend. Now you may not comprehend whe He offends, but He will amend because He’s a GOD send. Closer than a brother, father,

I Am Fire

I Am Fire short poem

I am fire, but not so quiet. I am glory, the greatest story. I am an ocean of tsunamis and floods. I am a song, I am the loud one. I am the moonlight, you admire at night. I am

Spectre

Spectre short poem

Drifting by my window on a cold dark winters eve, no sound, nor chasing echo, no path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre; a mask of scorn, a hazy memory, from life ’twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it

To Die By The Sea

To Die By The Sea short poem

To die by the sea, Must be the sweetest of deaths. Just lulled by your sins, Into the sands of regrets. And soaked in your pains, Through the angers of tridents. Or washed in the darkness, Beneath the heaviest of

I Scribble With Charm

I Scribble With Charm short poem

The sixtieth year, since your birth; Well celebrated on this planet earth; Since our first blue sky was overcast; Would that this one might be the last; Witnessing body weak and never grow; In distress, brought your profile very low;

By Myself

By Myself short poem

I am by myself, But I am not alone. I hear a song From 50 years ago And a memory Tiptoes through my mind. I am by myself But I am not alone. I hear children laughing And playing in

Tenants

Tenants short poem

Vast are the tenants within each their own heart What hold lays within infants permanent wail The true occupant of earned tenure Such early tendrils of wisp cling so dear May these imperfect ears answer such pure cries Extend welcome

A Baby Named Almost

A Baby Named Almost long poem

Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The

Lonely World

Lonely World prose poem

The fragility and passion that emits blood as viscous and crimson as the hue and cry of her inhabitants… The sad, tormented and sorrowful soul of this groaning entity of life and death with her terminal sickness… That hangs, suspended…and

Her love for Africa.

Her love for Africa. long poem

Her Love for Africa! A sun rises in the morning because a new day has begun, And in that day much is expected to achieve. From every field worked on, a harvest is expected. Likewise for each day we live

Cicero – American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker!

Cicero   American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker! ode

I remained transfixed as the booming voice of this roman majestic orator cleft the hallowed halls of this storied Philadelphia sanctuary. His every word rang as true today as when first uttered prior to when the golden age of Rome

You Inside Of My Mind

You Inside Of My Mind short poem

Up and down, Something special happens inside of my head When I close my eyes and one step back I look at my soul and I figure out what I don’t know. Left and right this is my way Close

Millions Of Voices

Millions Of Voices short poem

There are millions of voices that are silenced From trafficking, slavery, and exploitation. Not just overseas, in third world countries, But right here in our very own nation. There are millions of tears that spill to the earth Of those

Zufriedenheit

Zufriedenheit short poem

The allure of ‘what ifs’, ungratefully moves, outside her niches, to break or make a dreamer’s riches; Her sweet fragrance to clog the air, O mistress blind, lovely and fair. Walking his truth, his ground unmoved, so the clouds of

Dark Language

Dark Language short poem

Wanted to wear the grief uncrying, sitting on the bank, counting the waves, watching the swaying of earthen lamps. There was a little water on the moon, charged atoms settling in the lap of a sponge. The water becomes the

Lazy

Lazy short poem

A word glorified. A word despised. A word of hope. A word of despair. A word for the worthless. A word for the worker. A word to dwell in for some. A word to work for, for others.

Deities

Deities short poem

What is it that we worship? Is it knowledge that we seek, and pray to the ones who know? Or is it just the name, a face that has to it some fame, bestowed upon by us? So are we

Leftover Conversations

Leftover Conversations long poem

What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so

Come, My Love

Come, My Love ode

As the night gets taller. … come let’s walk that extra mile. … oh, the sea, they tell, holds many a secret. …. a secret, they tell, die many a death under sea beds. Come, hasten, let’s leave the remains,

Were 80 He’s Only 5

Were 80 Hes Only 5 long poem

We Start every morning like the old Silver Fox We get out of breath putting on our socks We look in the mirror and make such a fuss there’s two old people looking back at us We stumble to the

Calendar

Calendar short poem

Writing on my sleeves, I visualize an invisible coupling of grassroots with starless sky, when I walk on the wailing earth. Hails big as sparrow eggs smash the bougainvillea blossoms. The wrestling clouds begin a storm. Witchcraft of the moon

Tears

Tears long poem

Tears can be happy or tears can be sad, To embrace the good or regret the bad, They can be a sure sign of letting go, Trusting your heart when your head says no. Tears can show wisdom where there

Random Sin

Random Sin short poem

In pinnate physicals, the thing, moves like a stark terror savagely. A primal fear takes over, because dead don’t speak. The bullet had passed through chest. Mutiny of dumb dandelions, lipless voices in the sea of madness. Search for a

Loyalty

Loyalty short poem

I think your heartbeats are more loyal than you, because when I hugged you, last night, they already warned me that you will be leaving me today, thus see, I’m not hurt Or simply I have no more tears to

Pretty Miss Hearbreak

Pretty Miss Hearbreak ode

Little miss heartbreak, you’d give her your time, ’cause if you’d want to get with her, got to get in line. Pretty miss heartbreak, she’ll leave you all the clues, But don’t you look so eager now, you’re only going

True Spin

True Spin short poem

While tracing a home by charcoal on a white paper, I hear, a word comes from the wolf. A fat was being pumped into the face of a tryant to inflate him into a giant. Butterflies were undulating with excitement

Back To Front

Back To Front short poem

In a day when the light Follows evening not night It may be time for a second glance In the night when the moon Is a painted balloon It may be time to leave the dance Will we ever get

Broken Chains

Broken Chains short poem

Chains remain chains till the time they are token Of all love and affection by staying knitted well But when hatred overtakes they stand broken Then love no more aspires to dwell in hell In the darkness of quagmire of

Silent Prayers

Silent Prayers short poem

The hand comes out of the rubble to throw the musky odor of a cross-legged monk under the ginkgo tree. An apparition comes outside the body of a fan-shaped snake; ignites the wolf. We were hungry, we were thirsty. Untwining

Paddy Fields

Paddy Fields short poem

Paddy fields as far as the eyes can see Stretches of green touching the horizon Farmers in straw hats busy as bees And buffaloes, such loyal workers at every turn Cycling into the breeze, along a well-worn path Greeting ‘How

Even A Lifetime Isn’t Enough!

Even A Lifetime Isnt Enough! short poem

When is it that you can say you really know someone? Is it through the tender words, the jokes, the loving glances, the fun times, the promises, the long conversations, the intimate moments? Is it through the uncertainties, the past,

The Mighty Words

The Mighty Words long poem

I am a word, the word that came from God, careful how you use me. The creation spoke through ages with so much wisdom, and till today I am alive and live among you, I am not afraid of anyone,

Space And Time.

Space And Time. prose poem

Einstein called it spacetime, opposite sides of the same coin. The Universe is expanding. In fact, science says the expansion is speeding up. But what is it expanding into? Time gives us a clue. What is time expanding into? Yesterday

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams short poem

Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee , That thine eyes should always see , Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land , like floating daisy in a pond , May thy vision be of

Empty Glass

Empty Glass short poem

I’ve felt much worse, but when I realised how long I’ve been staring at this blank white page without having my fingers moving, tapping on alphabets like it does before when I want it to, I saw a man who

Through The Window Pane I See

Through The Window Pane I See short poem

Through the window pane I see, A drenched delphinium, A mortal enjoying intoxicating debauchery, An ensign in tatters, A hot blood growing cold in the storming jitters, And me, in the rear view-still “sedentary”. Hushed!!! For the carousel taking away