The stream (all workshops)
"Yankee..Hotel..Foxtrot"
sizzle they come
the jealous hearts
firing salvos
black smear envy exploding
in beautific cordite bloom
Nose cone eye
unblinking
guiding beneath my seat
This azure night as still
as a ships bottle battle
the skin flank hissing
the afterburner churning
and yet how my heart
holds its heat seeking
love for thee
hurtle on morning sweet as
a cherubs smile
we shall wreak death at midnight
fitter sleek machine
Knock, knock… knocking on your door
I am the traveler from the steppes beyond the moor
I bring news with me for you from the afar shore
Knock, knock… knocking on your door
fire an arrow and bring the sun down
that's how I learnt
the Red Indians brought the moon upon earth
and
now it at least shines
for half a month
so why not try it with the sun
half begun
any battle is half won
sun or no sun ,
the sojourn is on
blast it sorry,
WOLVES OF A KIND
From the hills numbed
by winter breeze
the wolves did come
to kill and feed..
and you
who hungered more
came scratching
at my door
to fill your need
.Alektorophobia is the fear of chickens-I got a cousin who gets all sweaty when within close distance to free-ranging hens when within close distance to free-ranging hens.
Biblophobia is the fear of books- imagine if everyone else in my school had this type of fear, i would have come up tops easily.
Bromidrosiphobia is the fear of body odour- I subscribe to this fear.
Gymnophobia is the fear of being naked- Imagine having a wife whose got this, you might as well go celibate!
for just a moment
our love existed
then like a mist
it was gone
the sight of red roses growing
in backyards
remind me of the time
we spent together
and seared petals
that bloomed to early
withered in the light
herbs thriving in drooping baskets
from rooftops
makes me think of you
prosperous veggies
outside in the backyard
make me smile
the thing I missed the most
is your strong shoulders
taking me in your arms
carrying my weaken body
into your palace
.
a wind of change within a heartbeat's thrum
will alter quite, if not destroy, a world
with unexpected loss in life's calm rhythm
into a dark abyss one can be hurled
a wind of change can also fairly flow
preparing us for life we know to come
allowing small acceptance-seeds to grow
declining in our turn, each one-by-one
but as those life-defining moments chime
some leaving gently, others all aflame
though winds of change are blowing all the time
all manages to somehow stay the same
Walking with my friends and kin
on another sultry summer day
quite a mess we've gotten in
yet we saw no other way
We've hiked too far from hearth and home
all the folks here sure talk strange
but we've miles left yet to roam
through wilderness and settled grange
We're not as many as at start
far too many have gone home
by chance chosen to depart
ending their part in this tome
TIGER’S HELL
A tiger has me in his teeth
sunken in my spine so deep
my world is his ,his is mine.
where he goes I go
places I don’t know
and never been
broken bones , torn skin.
no use to cry, no sense to yell
no one leaves tiger’s hell
his sleep is my peace
his death ,my release
If Spring came before Winter
if the sun hid in the noon
if the clouds rendered no showers
and the flowers neglected to bloom
if the hearts throbbed just for pennies
if for business, renown and gain
if no more fresh water ran for lilies
and fires couldn't flame again
if the stars became too dark
and trees' leaves in Spring fell
if the kids can no more lark
and only for coins we dwelled
Just then I shall cease a love true,
and say no more I could offer you.
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