Prepubescence Poems

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My Bio-chemical Romance

My Bio chemical Romance long poem

Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of

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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

Elegy In Architecture

Elegy In Architecture elegy

Like a picture postcard from a city, A city frozen in another time. Living its own distorted reality, On the mantel piece of the sky line. The old building – a marooned ark, Amidst that ocean of newness. Currents that

Life Can Not Buy

Life Can Not Buy short poem

One Day, You will have to leave this world It does not matter how rich you With the money you can not buy life After Death You will be taken to a court Which will be different from our court

Tone Of The Change From Life’s Stage

Tone Of The Change From Lifes Stage short poem

I lay across the bench in the garden of my Life stage the curtain had opened into the Autumn learning to step back from from the work world was a shock and culture change to my spirit. My heart was

Mistakes

Mistakes short poem

I stopped to gaze One mistake already made Moody wind, pale snowflakes Quite with mysteries Dark and Delphic secrets My legs froze, my body still The ropes of the mesmerizing beauty tangled me No struggle, no pain A moment of

What The Cops Don’t Know

What The Cops Dont Know prose poem

This is told in the perspective of a young boy. When I look at my mother, I picture her grave, Untidy and old, Covered in mold. I picture the knife , Used to end her, The pool of blood, She

Bring on the Sunshine!

Bring on the Sunshine! short poem

Push the world a little harder And bring it closer to the sun. Celebrate each dazzling day Triumph all gorgeous clouds Paint a rainbow on your sky! Who cares about the clouds? When you have got a smile That brings

She

She long poem

She Keeps a Love to Nurture her Immature And a Vigor to Sacrifice the Fruits of Nature Her Dreams are Curtained Behind the Window Panes And Chained into Darkness with Teary Stains Her Audacity of Giving Birth to our Family

20 Years Old

20 Years Old short poem

To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself. To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate and chemicals

Shylynn

Shylynn short poem

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

Tranquil Rivershore

Tranquil Rivershore short poem

Sitting on rocks, by river side, I envision your face, am tempted more, With scraps that flow, on sheet of river, I feel as am floating, and I endeavour, To quench your voice, and feel your heart, Looking to eternity,

In The Dew Of The Spears

In The Dew Of The Spears short poem

What might we say when the gears grate fitfully upon the uncertain gravel, earth spewing emptiness covered in grit upon the violets delicate, that keep smiling nevertheless? A curse struggles with a sigh and neither wins, defeated Being still morning

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

Father

Father short poem

His last breath….. from within a white Portland ward, beneath white linen sheets. Were silent endearing sounds. They were not born of pain… but of peace. His loyal wife…his bonded sons… at his side. The oldest son softly whispering, “Go

Kiddo In The Well

Kiddo In The Well short poem

She’s just a child, Lost in her own world. A dream not hers by right, The world full of laughter and joy ; Enlightenment he did give. Yet she lives in two worlds; One, carefree and so much of love

Barren Tree

Barren Tree short poem

The rivers run with tears As oceans bear the rain Sailors sail through fears With no promise of terrain Only to dwell and reach this land That moans with sorrow and grief Only to hold on to a lonely hand

Fluting

Fluting short poem

Time unleashed from ferrum becomes pain like a palm moon. A tableau vivant was gliding on the road. It was a night of rage. A frozen scene undulates the history of fire in the eyes of a flute. Who was

Why I Write A Poem

Why I Write A Poem short poem

I often ask myself why I write poems I am often asked is this your story I write poems in the silence of night in those sleepless nights The urge to write, the pains felt, the life lived, the suffering

Medusa

Medusa prose poem

Some said she was very proud of her beauty but some say serving Goddess Athena was her duty some said she compared herself with goddesses some said she was a simple priestess according to some she was desired by Zeus

Welcome White Dove

Welcome White Dove short poem

Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.

An Elixir For Survival

An Elixir For Survival short poem

Drumming in the head Is a tune orchestrating As if the thoughts embodied Gulped in a quick thirst Blended in and synchronized Now Whirling in and out, spiraling A multifarious reel of amusement! Oh! In an unreal ticking of time

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

The Sun Sunk Behind A Diamond Clad Horizon

The Sun Sunk Behind A Diamond Clad Horizon ode

Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and

I Wished I Were Home

I Wished I Were Home ballad

Some say I’m being melodramatic. From the outside my life looks fantastic. I’ve travelled the entire globe. Sang for people who didn’t know. I wished I were home. Not performing in a band, But living life on my own ‘N

Traveler

Traveler prose poem

We have erred from the path. We have succumbed to the illusions of our foolish desires. We have extended our hand to brush against her beauty, even if for a moment. We have broken our vow. For this we have

A Winter

A Winter short poem

Night before stood sentry on ice cracked edge of North Gawber pit above Willow Bank, known site for Frogbit, Whorled WaterMillfoil waters edge, and I in the dark contemplate ice in bone. Whorled Water Millfoil survives harshest icy blast, turions,

The Rolls Royce Trip

The Rolls Royce Trip long poem

What is like a smooth Paved road and I speeding In a silver Rolls Royce? The rich and the fast Are beyond reach Beyond reach there is no hope As my silver Rolls Royce accelerates The paupers are blurred The

It’s Not Good For Me To Fall For Either Of You

It’s Not Good For Me To Fall For Either Of You short poem

Fast winds and salty sea spray You’re the one on my mind Tanned skin and hair astray How could we have been so blind? Country songs at the background Falling in love with another Could you still stick around? In

Innocence

Innocence short poem

A long time lived in agony thinking, pondering, decimating self being overly critical holding self responsible for ruining lives not wanting to be drawn in to the brawl all over again and it takes just one simple word to melt

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

Algorithm of confusions- “The Parting”

Algorithm of confusions  The Parting short poem

I tried hiding my tears behind the smile I had…expecting you to read my mind!!! Disappointed again!!  my heart never takes things light … it pains.. When it comes as possessiveness versus pervert guesses, the latter becomes my image now

Wither

Wither short poem

Cry over my body And tell me I’m not gone Fetch my orange shades And rest them on my face Gather my favourite CDs Those you will play alone for weeks to come Spread them out around me And admire

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Musings At Midnight

Musings At Midnight short poem

Glistening and glimmering, the stars do shine Scattering forth their beams divine Their light, not bright, yet a mystical sight Blessing the earth on this cool breezy night A prelude to a bright new day Slowly and silently comes a

The New Epithalamion

The New Epithalamion short poem

The sacred fire smoulders fast turning its witness false. the uncared hymns of the priest melt unnoticed in the fragrant smoke; the holy books keep silent and negotiations for metals and notes go on; they never observe the heart that

The River

The River ode

As The River flows – my life completes itself.. An enlightened tryst with the almighty, Created by destiny, I was born To flow like a never ending river A tough undefined journey, quintessentially alone The Himalayas promised me the purity

Curtain Call

Curtain Call long poem

How do you say goodbye to everyone you love, your family and friends who you hold high above. How do you say goodbye to the one in your heart; your soul mate, from who none could tear you apart. Your

The Sketchy Dreams

The Sketchy Dreams prose poem

I also want to see how the moon smiles when the moonlit walks and twinkling stars bath in it I also want to see the mysterious blue sky where everyone wants to fly and kiss its divine lips I also

Overpowering

Overpowering short poem

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all