Pizza Navona Poems

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Zeus

Zeus ode

A man I love sits very still though his skin I have never touched He calls to me yet, his voice I’ve never heard His beard is thick but never grows any longer I look into his eyes but see

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My postbox

My postbox short poem

I’m hooked to this rusted gate and in a corner, That’s me – choking, and just choking, from slit ventilation and you just ignore. I hold your responses and stack all that comes, That’s me – waiting, and just waiting,

Lunch Time

Lunch Time short poem

How fun is it? sitting together and to eat watching south Indians eating curd rice north Indians bringing potato with extra spice so many different cultures so bright fulfilling their born appetite some eat vegetarian while some are non vegetarian

Temptations

Temptations long poem

Temptation- Part One Its evening and I’ve finished my class. I run through stairs, pass by corridors, And brisk walk down the lane. A dancer swaying in the peak hour trance. I reach the station, no intention to miss the

After Receiving Your Hot Note

After Receiving Your Hot Note short poem

I think of this sunthundered afternoon when spiderling superheroes in sandwich boards “6.99 Any Pizza” at crossroads wave at transport as it passes. Sunlight is too bright for you like that redhead in black gladiator sandals and little grey dress

Fly

Fly long poem

It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my

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What Is Marriage?

What Is Marriage? long poem

What is marriage? giving 50% of yourself to your lover? Better yet is it giving 100%? Is it a commitment to stay committed to what yall already to commit to? Is it the thought being able to lay next to

Oh My Darling- Can You Listen To Me

Oh My Darling  Can You Listen To Me short poem

Oh my dear best friend, Don’t run away from me please, come back, I believe that, you are best in this crazy world, As none can compete with you, You are faster of the fastest, And the genius of geniuses,

The Moment Was Enough

The Moment Was Enough prose poem

We drowned ourselves in endless g&ts The glorious bounty of Wednesday happy hour Bathed in the light of hipster patio lighting And the faint smell of last night’s campfire So smoky I couldn’t feel your hand holding mine Our intention

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I am the shore and the sea luring myself in a ritual dance, quenching my earthen thirst with the liquid peace of my soul’s meat- the tumultuous clay’s restlessness numb in ephemeral, soothed by the penetrating rhythm of the immutable

Judgement

Judgement short poem

In a death-trap of a stadium, as if I am stoned to death. Chrysanthemums bloomed in vain. On your body three beasts climbed for ravaging a fawn. The rape was only your fault, you had to die. When a crowd

The Wind

The Wind short poem

Oh, the wind flowing like thoughts fast yet calm fluttering leaves,through hot searing deserts and cold dreaded mountains, through spring as sweet as happy memories. it leaves nothing untouched and nothing can contain it . Sure no one is where

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

What Is Music?

What Is Music? long poem

What is music, one questions It’s something beyond the most vivid imagination Beyond the golden shine of the daffodil fields at sunset With their faint reflection in the crystal blue heavens above About the cherry rosettes delicately sewn on a

Keep Faith

Keep Faith short poem

Behold, a new world awaits, With promises of a better future…! But the road is not so easy, With turbulent seas as a gift from nature…!! You’ll either learn to survive, Even in the harshest of conditions…! Or will perish

I Wonder

I Wonder long poem

I Wonder Who came up with the thought to own land, and then possessing even stones, water and sand? Nothing in this world will soon be cost free, price tag will even be set to the air we breathe. I

Lost In The Wilderness

Lost In The Wilderness prose poem

Eerie the right and weird the atmosphere, Lightning flashes fearful faces, Giant trees cast sinister shadows, Danger lurks in the oddest of places, I stumbled on a stone and hit my head down, I suddenly realized that I had strayed

Man And God

Man And God short poem

When man mortal with a title Becomes vile and self righteous He walks around with the Bible Holy acts and all sacrilegious Carrying LBGQT rainbow banners Hailing the devil’s temporal empire Accomplished false pretenders Adorned in bright priestly attire Those

Sunday Market

Sunday Market short poem

There’s a pile of wounded umbrellas overlapping in the derelict doorway, sure to be some kind of slumbering gorilla back there, grinding its gray knuckles into the tiles and broken glass. Hundreds of people walking by on market day, bands

Once Upon

Once Upon short poem

Robbing the silence of heights to undo the whole sky, you lean on an enigma to become reverential, elevated by an absurd system; I was still pursuing fidelity in the rubble of meaningless life; not faith, but the certain urge

One Day It’s Gonna Rain Diamonds

One Day It’s Gonna Rain Diamonds short poem

Slowly into the path Path of hope, joy, greatness Standing all kind of weather Drizzles, showers, hurricane, all kinds With faith I still ride on It seems far away But I have heard stories of heroes who made it Am

Grains Of Sand

Grains Of Sand prose poem

History remembers King Henry VIII, his mass gallows lovingly called ‘Tyburn Trees’, and victims protesting King’s control on church, but not the grains of sand flown in air by wind. ‘Tyburn Trees’ are nothing new to power dealers, ‘Collesseum’ was

Lunar Eclipse

Lunar Eclipse short poem

Turn the corner and you will find, some dark figures huddled together under the rains of words. In a fractured embrace. One chunk of floating pain falls on you. The assassin had come quietly. A song was knifed today. Turn

Fury Of Juggler *

Fury Of Juggler * short poem

A primordial fear takes over. These pathways are not reaching anywhere. I am leaving blank papers for you. This was dark matter, you start dying from birth. A fireball sails through you reaching for the shadow of the soul. The

Out Of The Box

Out Of The Box long poem

Out of the Box I was lost in the box called life…In it, (I) I wanted learning But my education was deafening I wanted truth But my reality faked its root I wanted to buy the right counsel But my

A perfect rendezvous

A perfect rendezvous short poem

My dreams know no boundaries, they brew no fear, they aren’t banished by any legalities nor are blocked by undue formalities. My dreams take me where I want, they let me play and sing a song, they are my only

Dark Shadows

Dark Shadows short poem

The dark shadows will one day envelop the entire sky, no one will ever dare to fly, with the darkness rising above us, we will be always watched by the devil’s eye. someday, somehow, someone might rise, a prince will

Silence

Silence prose poem

Do not read my words but silence for my words hold no meaning but my silence does, I will sell my words but silence will I keep for my silence is precious , I will search new meanings of silence

Two Faced Rain

Two Faced Rain short poem

Two Faced Rain Crystal drops of heavenly benevolence, A tender stroke of vibgyoric seven, A new paint on the fabric of soil, Dry wrinkled earth, wrapped in rejuvenating foil. Moist, wet, drips, mist, drizzle, pitter- patter, Cool, light, fresh, earthly

Power salute to Nelson Mandela

Power salute to Nelson Mandela short poem

One man against A mountain— Steep And, inhospitable! A man called Nelson Mandela— And, a mountain called The Pretoria regime! He was determined Like the proverbial spider… He was not one To give up! His crusade against Injustice Landed him

Crocus Flavus

Crocus Flavus prose poem

Cruel winter winds and snowy storms have almost reached their end, and country roads all topped with slush, an ice and water blend. I see the thawed cold earthen roads all sprouting shoots of green, and garden gates long frozen

Yea, You All Look Alike

Yea, You All Look Alike short poem

The Democrats The baseball executives The cops The professionals and the experts and their assistants Swapping talking points and selling the deal Shoveling our infrastructure and our water to the rich as fast as you can Dispersing low grade food

Satan’s Nightmares

Satans Nightmares prose poem

The grass is a little greener and diamonds are made not of coal but a fabric the earth mother sews up, as the stars burn into a little pinch of ash that rains upon the thirsty One * * *

Controlling Love

Controlling Love short poem

Don’t try to control you when I want my own way. I am confused at the things that you say. It’s not control to want these things that everyone else gets so freely. To be cherished and loved by you

The Receiver In Me

The Receiver In Me prose poem

If the thunder roars, and should the lightning splash across the horizon, Or should the earth quake beneath our feet, is it God’s voice that we are longing for? The loud sounds and great displays of natural lightning are not

Above The Clouds

Above The Clouds short poem

Soaring above, around the clouds, I feel surrounded by thought bubbles. Such a fascinating sight, My imagination takes flight. Few trying to race, While the pretty ones just laze. From up above, a frilly floor, From below, heavenly ceiling decor.

Lear Again…

Lear Again... short poem

It was not worth it. Building of castles on the dirty roads. Offering spiritual coalition of unscented certainties. Admission of reversing the course of river does not exonerate. Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasies clairvoyance, but confirming nothing. Quasi-tales mingling

Authors Logur

Authors Logur short poem

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

Fabled Mother

Fabled Mother short poem

her innocence tumbled out behind her crumbs on the forest floor the spent her twenties sharpening the eyeliner pencil of her soul scent of sandalwood shade of kohl the thighs of her jeans were torn out by effort, not fashion

Talking To God

Talking To God short poem

And after all that we have done and seen, We wait for some magic to undo what has been, But its all already lived and gone, Past, after all, is just a part of a journey, which starts before we