Outsiders Poems

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Democracy

Democracy prose poem

Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at

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Dreams

Dreams long poem

Dreams: dreams Very dangerous dreams die, The absence of a target, the obsession to be buried in a pile of sand, Wake up in the morning to carry around all day life, Curse lives on in the night and go

Chameleon

Chameleon short poem

I am a chameleon Changing colors from place to place and person to person At the streets I walk navy blue, Holding back, Thinking before I act, Avoiding embarrassment. At the seaside I step on the grass As a happy,

Grey Souls

Grey Souls prose poem

Since my earliest youth, I’ve been looking for my face which was stolen by wars. I am the son of war. My memory was kneaded by her tough dances. Since forty years, I’ve been inhaling her bitter smoke, knowing nothing

Home

Home long poem

This is my home large, colorful, abstract real paintings on the wall a reflection or deflection from the self? Light gasping for life emitting from the lamp brushing past the faces so bright This is my home A sanctuary of

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Origami

Origami short poem

We are encrypted likenesses of reality born out of trust between blankness and fingertips when knowledge leads and potential follows folding and rolling and bending. Intricate patterns, cumbersome schemes are woven into our souls. Tension within us aches for release.

Am I…

Am I... short poem

Am I tired of this life, Or of words that are as lethal as knife. Am I tired of being used, Or upset with emphatic abuse. Am I tired of being strong, Or disgusted with the blames of wrong. Am

Knightly Night

Knightly Night short poem

Lonely night Engulf me In your Ocean coloured Darkness Hungry night Swallow me Whole! Take me To your Bloody entrails Ugly night Hold me Close To your scars Lend me An eardrum Pearly night Let me Hold a mirror To

Imortality

Imortality prose poem

Whisper not immortality to me.. For I have already won that game, These hollow golden crowns deceive me no more, my dear friend My road has been a masterpiece of chaos in every beautiful form, So abundant in robust convictions,

Reminiscence

Reminiscence short poem

That grave alchemy of cold fusion, of turning mercury into gold, makes me undone in a fit of anger. Punished before the crime committed, of saying no for yes, of disobedience in the face of a command, I am becoming

Sleep

Sleep short poem

Falling asleep deeper and deeper reality fading within my slumber, clearer and clearer it would become the dream I’d dream. So in this reality now I’d be. So which is real the dream I’d dream or waking up from where

Omak, Washington 1979

Omak, Washington 1979 short poem

I was happier When I didn’t Know any better Middle aged now Rushing toward Rushing from Half tasted meals Unfinished books Tendonitis rampant Tell myself tomorrow That’s happiness Tense with impatience Silence falls Odd in the city Then windchimes Transported

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

Fight

Fight short poem

I know I’m going to get there, I can feel it in my soul, I have to keep on walking because I can see my goal, Where once it was misguided and so far left behind, I see my dreams

Impresa

Impresa short poem

In culture of counterfeits a snip of intelligent gene brings the pink tears for the brown eyes. A virgin goes for a spade in the naked sun. Let me think of polymorphism. Can there be an answer- for oblique questions?

A Birthday Wish For Better World

A Birthday Wish For Better World short poem

A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed . I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the

Thought of You

Thought of You short poem

Everything that I said I’d do got lost when I met you I didn’t do anything I was set out to do because my time was spent on you What I gained from it , I don’t know but I

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

Creator In His Attributes

Creator In His Attributes prose poem

Must bow before Omnicient There had been no dearth of grace in Must start schemes of things with His name synonym of kindness The Creator of all substance The Essence of Charm around Latent but exposed Beautiful to the best

Lifetime Best Friend

Lifetime Best Friend short poem

Deep ocean making a smooth calm sound It can only be God Dark skies with a trim of white clouds It can only be God’s power Birds making chirping sounds at night It can only be God’s creation Sitting next

The Good Fight

The Good Fight short poem

Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am. Far out into the
 Universe
 I search, as far
 as the eye can see. So many questions
 I have, but true answers
 a rare commodity. Frustrations mount,

Rainy Windy Day

Rainy Windy Day short poem

A windy rainy day for you and me Everything is gray but the shades just blow my mind away The colors I can see when I am with you are just unreal to be true And it all happened on

In A Deer Garden

In A Deer Garden short poem

At Sarnath the deer park where Gautama the Buddha first taught the dharma FROM THE HEART –A BHIKSHU’S SUPPLICATION Enlightened lord your wisdom is our knowledge , sufficient is that knowledge to ensure our covenant with wisdom in its turn

Vanquished

Vanquished short poem

That was it. Everything he said made sense to me. Not the content of the presentation, The nature of the delivery. Outside of jealousies, Around common practices, Ground breaking, no less, A salesman beyond confidence. It wasn’t about town and

Living

Living short poem

They didn’t fear the violence in the sky Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic Beasts where there’s often a light grey Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting Every point on the rose in its turn before

After An Earthquake

After An Earthquake prose poem

Soft night wrapped us deeply in her fold whole area changed to a garden of dreams. Tremor began like a snake’s movement darkness melts, our hearts leapt to throat, we rushed for shelter under the starry canopy, but hasty movements

Journey

Journey short poem

The whim the fancy of the life you lead, you know how granted you haven taken this to be! when love comes in the way of most, why not take it along your roads. we wait and wait for the

Valentine

Valentine short poem

Your body in mud pack, in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink

For Absent Friends

For Absent Friends short poem

Somewhere in between the waking and the dream, I can feel you close to me. Just before times hands reshape the desert sands, I can feel you reach for me. In the blink of tear stained eyes, watching weary to

What Says Echo?

What Says Echo? prose poem

(1) What echo says in his revert? It says, I have no dwelling; not at furrowed paths or nooks or crooks, not at mountain peaks or in shadow vales, not at bottoms of pets, not in mouse-holes, or in cloaks

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess ode

Relieve me of this cruel, Subterranean passion, Or douse dispiriting reason, Cast out the angst Heart distressed, Regain your soothing rhythm. Return to me Resilience, Revoke this grim oppression, Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition. Don’t consign me to

Escape

Escape short poem

I go to the countryside to escape the city  From busy streets and droves of people To step back in time if only to dream I long for yesterday yet simple and kind For peace and tranquility to soothe my

Roots

Roots short poem

It was a beautiful day after the storm. Fever was rising in branches. Severed moons on road started listening to explosive-laden snow. I went for the jugular. Why poisoned goats were set free for the cougars? Existence was a positive

Unceasing Friendship….

Unceasing Friendship.... short poem

It wasn’t too late, it was just a fate It wasn’t a mess, it was only a chance To make someone delight, not always have to fight, But to gain the light, one always has to cope against night I

Oh! This Waiting!

Oh! This Waiting! short poem

Waiting, wailing, weeping! When..when..when ??? The expected turns out to be the unexpected!! What have I done? Why do I merit this award? Months and months of agonizing waiting… rewarded with a still- born! Only to have a heart torn?

Little Stone

Little Stone ballad

Little stone on the road, Why you’re always been ignored? Millions of people step you along, Is that the place you really belong? Little stone on the ground, What do you feel when someone kicks you around? I know you’re

Dreaming For All To See

Dreaming For All To See short poem

You say that I’m a dreamer and so I may well be but the dreams I have aren’t just for me, they’re for you and all to see. The dream is of love, of life free from harm, a dream

Without Qualms

Without Qualms short poem

He resumed walking with the sun propelled in river of fire of blunt red and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her, who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree. The vibrations still follow the echo of

Idée Heal Fix

Idée Heal Fix short poem

Forged while in utero (the crucible concocting conception), the fluke of biology begat me – a happy go lucky boy, whose vulnerable uber travails susceptibly sprung sly as Tennessee Williams hip cat on a hot tin roof, where the faux

Beautiful Lies

Beautiful Lies short poem

Her innocence trusted every word that was said, Unaware to a heartbreak she was led. Believing the sugar coated assertions that were spoken would leave her devastated and broken. Did not gauge her simplicity was the deceivers most useful tool,