workshop
The hunter is so very stealthy
( to hunt a grizzly, he must be wealthy )
in the thick Alaskan brush
hoping for an adrenal rush
Quarry was first spotted yesterday
on river's shore a mile away
gorging on the spawned-out fish
a glutton for this yearly dish
Laying out a careful stalk
on a topo map with thin white chalk
he studies the big bear all day
imagines taking this great prey
VISIONS
(A Journey in Three Acts)
Act-1: The Leaving
To the land of my fathers I now must return:
You know, it’s not that I care to roam.
Leaving you here, by your wheel and your urn-
Leaving love, leaving life, leaving home…
Yet, as evening must follow the morn,
All those visions, once bright, are now gone;
And the dim light of dusk is now turning to dark,
Yet I know that I must carry on-
I must carry on…
Act-2: The Realisation
sunset came now i see myself
sitting on the grasslands facing the river,
i passed through years and made it here
no challenges left - i miss my Mother.
i started my life with nothing but dust,
and have reached my dreams beyond heaven,
the world showered the gifts i now own
i looked back my life and saw... Happiness.
`
Tendril wafted dunes
of barren sands waffle,
swirl across mile
upon mile in every direction-
your face appears a horizon away,
there is little comfort found
in accompanying echoes.
Drifting sticks
wail in the pitched wind,
stretched on distant recollection-
stylus of the scribe named Regret;
each flurrying breeze
turns a new page,
taking with it freshly shed tears.
John Falcon Who?
Courtesy
Inspiration the most
Arrogant one!
It’s not the length
That matters,
It’s the strength
The guy as u says
Is a 13.5 incher?
Even in flaccid state,
His would be much bigger,
Than many in their erect posture,
So how will they feel?
As you say,
He is also gay
And
Many guys as well as women
Will run away
Elephants have four feet long
Just by the way
And
They guy sexes only once in a way.
Ball breaker , heart taker
Urban slut, fuck that
Man eater, Micky taker,
Should know her place.
Hell no.
Foul mouth, hardened
Bitch, slag , bites back
Revenge, on the attack.
To all those who
Attempt to label
Her fuck that
Rise up from shattering
muse of future once denied,
for in the promises of hopeful climes
only strength of will shall claim demise
of vanquished dreams that halt the stride
of life
across abyss of suffering.
Reach out with sweeping
hand erasing past that yawns so wide,
for in the grime of relished crime
only blessed rise of cleansing time
defeats the constant pouring tide
of hate
across barreness of blaming.
Sitting here with pen in hand
with hopes of writing something grand
that future readers might remember
in a future's drab December
I search for a substantial topic
universal, not myopic
something not already written
that might leave just one person smitten
Maybe I could write a poem that's funny
to turn a disposition sunny
but ideas for writing humor
seem to be just distant rumor
.
me?...no
I don't wear pajamas
kid shit
if I wore anything
(but I don't)
prob'bly be
sump'm like
Brando's
"Hey Stella... Stella"
tore up tank
and maybe
some boxers
but that just means
more laundry
so I doubt they would be
any fresher than
the rest of me
by the way,
no colors, white only
on those boxers
otherwise they start lookin'
too much like
pajamas
and I do not like
pajamas
.
I walk to the store
I hate it
not the store
the walk
I hate it
why is it so close?
not that I want a longer walk
'cause I don't
but, a block and a half drive
would make me
"eccentric"
I hate that too!
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