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When just a little boy inured to bodily harm I stuck a bean inside my button nose which caused parental fright and alarm yielded putrid odor like weeks old black pearl jam stuck between toes Foul fumes a nauseating offal
I have dipped my fingers in the blood of the victim and asked for the version of the surgeon. The precocious death? Do I need another witness? Who was trapped under the fallen tree? Only the passer – by was
Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima The little girl named Hiroshima, lived in Hiroshima, Japan. Just when she was 13. A nuclear attack struck and she said “Bye Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima.” The empty glassed sand and destroyed buildings were left, And Hiroshima. She
Liars are them who say aren’t afraid of the dark. Monsters under them bed they fear… The howl of wolf at a distance they hear… Liars are them who say they aren’t afraid of the dark. Marshy creeks. Silence shrieks.
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A short poem wondering on the aspects of fame. A rock-star husband leaves childhood sweetheart, his wife, during his heydays, only to find that destiny often misleads, when things have to go wrong. Those loving, beautiful eyes of yours.. Oh,
I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.
Rhetoric had a theme like crab-grass to destroy the lawn. Fly ash had submerged the legacy of sane lips. The river drifts between the broken walls of binge soaring. Tension was descending in the lanterns who were flickering hopelessly. Was
Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.
A journey undertaken on destination suspect No direction to follow unsure what to expect Trudge seems endless unclear full of doubts Adding to quandaries of dreaded kind bouts All but me as company be done on one’s own None pointed
I think about the soft velvety eyes, Wet in wait- Of a resolve of distance. Yonder do they stare at- Looking for the clouds the eyes love. Blue sky gazes down at him too, Benign and protective of his space.
The drone and the groan of the track upon sand As an armoured car rolls over the land Its cumbersome movement, the desert it stirs By the haze of the heat the terrain is disturbed Outside, it’s bleak, not a
Cross– the first and best Christmas tree Raised aloft on the Mount of Calvary; Had for all around gifts enough Paid by pain from hardest stuff: Iron, steel and animal hide While Mother Mary anguished deep inside At the foot
I guess it is never late to live where I am, For the past has left me grieving alone, Future is unforeseen showing fresh and green, For none of them appear here, where I am. Past memories linger grieving, Was
time after time I sit and wait for your call pouring from a thick alabaster flask a sip of port think back to a nursery rhyme to evoke lasting feelings intact conclaves of better days with your hand to touch
Australian songbird Blue Wren Uses secret passwords As an identification to their offspring’s. The fact is that the mother bird teaches The chicks when still in egg form A special song that they remember When they are born. When one
After plundering the moon, the skins have dug their heels in candles – for a night vigil. Why you want to know the hidden meaning Of a benign meaningless. The beginning and end were most visible tragedies of an endless
City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature
People changes I have heard of it. But did not know that they will end up without exchanging a word.. They were lying in each other’s arms Holding their hands tight. With a silent promise to be each other’s forever
‘Tis easy to feel rejection and self-pity through plight Blaming outside circumstance toward reason When the best answer is, to stand tall and fight Good times and bad come to all like the seasons It is quoted: “The Lord helps
A golden cave was afraid Of a blue thrust. Hands were not able to console the mirror. Let us step back for a last laugh. You were talking to yourself when the canary was set free from the house arrest.
The infinite, I am Wish to fly ahead Towards the limitless cross all the boundaries. Down to the ground And again to rise up I am, like a butterfly With fearless freedom. Want to taste the freedom To think, speak
I’m seeking my immortal foe He must mosh hard and enjoy Edgar Allen Poe You should have a secret identity that nobody can know … Be a secret sexy super-villain, be my, John Doe! I’m now hiring, inquire within! Don’t
Spaceship ! You know that spaceship is related with Alien, Moon, Planet, Star, Stun Gun… You may be right or wrong I don’t want to know it ! Sometime my soul creates a spaceship I enter into it from my
Smudged on the horizon, Beneath the uncaring gray clouds, Farewell of the year Fireworks set out, And the ink drips down to nothingness. Life goes on. But pain has the gift of rekindling, And heart is it’s faithful torchbearer –
You live in a world where evil prevails. you’re trying to find a way out eventually, your body becomes frail peace becomes a doubt Life isn’t what it used to be only confined to toys now its as deep as
* September is a city of copper; It is the shape of ashes in the tale of the fire-bird. September is a waiting-hall between the bareness of ends and the beginnings of fig berries. So, my beloved substitutes her hair,
Like each dropp of your humbleness engulfing my urbanite woes; the graffiti emerges in tender grace to resurrect a windmill. My spirit, the abode of small birds carrying the sunset on its back was returning home for the final- sleep
You lean against the fourth wall, To observe the darker three. It is hollow in the ground, You find nothing to rest your hand upon, So you place a rough white sheet. You try it flimsy. Because the colours would
Cows eat grain and grass, Goats, sheep, deer too Eat greens and grass. All creatures eat As per their nature! Alas! Only people are Who go against nature! Whoever violates nature Will have to suffer? Who follows her Will always
The last corn popped expansively Unnecessarily loud, in a paper bag on a round glass base In a ten year old microwave (a good tool); Jennifer awaits, our first night in, alone together Her parents are at the cinema; her