Satish Verma, 17 july 2012
Waiting under the opaque moon
a primeval instinct takes over you
and you start arriving.
A black bone
renders the ash on your forehead
and you complete the circle –
reaching childhood; you start
climbing the ladder,
for instantaneous release.
The insects don’t forget the trail;
you were bleeding from inside.
You were never alone in a crowd.
Satish Verma
Glenn McCrary, 17 july 2012
What is there within this vagrant lady
That I can neither hear nor see,
That I fail to acquire or fathom
And still it beckons me?
Is not she but a blood stain in the moon---
A bit of water, plasma, enzymes?
And yet she plays upon her bong a truculent tune
As if Karma had not kissed her with his fangs!
Glenn McCrary, 17 july 2012
Now,
In September,
When the morning is a vast awakening
Filled with orange clouds,
And fractured shafts of sun-shimmer
Descend before the earth
Am I too young to see the gods dance?
To find them I am inept.
Glenn McCrary, 17 july 2012
The gentle beating of her breasts,
The gradual beating of her breasts,
Gentle… gradual
Gradual… gentle---
Rouses your blood.
Waltz!
A hymen-veiled virgin
Tip toes carefully into a
Forest of suspense.
Tip toes carefully… gradually,
Like the beads of sweat upon her temple---
And the breasts beat,
And the breasts beat,
And the gentle beating of the breasts
Rouses your blood.
Glenn McCrary, 17 july 2012
Nightmare-strippers,
Marijuana-dealers,
Harlots,
Loud cacklers in the hands of Karma---
My enemies.
Car detailers,
Stewardess girls,
Bridesmaids,
Dice-shooters,
Chefs,
Waiters,
Ballerinas,
Stars of porn flicks
Owners of liquor stores,
Article writers,
Athletes in tinsel town
And violinists in circuses---
Nightmare-strippers all,---
My enemies.
Marijuana dealers all,---
My enemies.
Harlots---
God! What harlots!
Strippers---
God! What strippers!
Strippers and harlots
Harlots and cacklers.
Cacklers?
Yes, cacklers… cacklers… cacklers---
Loud-mouthed cacklers in the hands
Of Karma
louis gander, 16 july 2012
There was a barn once painted red
which stood on grandpa's old homestead.
T'was built so very long ago -
a sorry sight. I told him so.
I often, as a boy, had wondered
why it hadn't ever timbered.
I knew the sagging rafters creaked
and roof, with missing shingles, leaked.
I stepped inside, the barn doors gone,
found it home for sparrows' song.
Circled they, around freely,
over the floors in man's debris.
No matter which way I would glance,
dust in sunlight rays would dance.
Warning cobwebs seemed to sketch.
Between the timbers, they would stretch.
Foundation laid in cobblestone
but its sure footing wasn't known.
Between some stones were gaping cracks
that could not hide the basic facts.
Every post in building leaned,
wall to wall had needed cleaned.
Winter winds would whistle through.
That big ol' barn had lost, I knew.
Its only purpose, couldn't render -
so it offered full surrender.
The weather's sin had taken toll
and wind and sleet had found its soul.
That ol' barn is much like us
and in our need we'll make a fuss.
Our sagging souls are so uncouth
that we no longer seek the truth.
Deceit flies in our open door
'til we care little anymore.
We’d rather compromise instead
as cobwebs fill our empty head.
Our minds are filled in sins' debris
with anyone whom we agree.
The love is lost between our bones
and leaves us cold, loosened stones.
Will our beliefs stand firm, upright -
or will we yield to stormy blight?
Are we responsible instead -
or our character really dead?
Now over the years, time has lapsed
and long ago that barn collapsed.
Now as I look at its demise,
I listen to the worlds last cries....
©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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wafumbo, 16 july 2012
I thought love makes you great how wrong my thoughts misguided me...it seems it all starts when you meet this hotty who for once you think you have landed a jack port...this person drives you crazy to the extent you extent you accept to be call names of food stuff...pumpkin ,honey...hey thats love speaking.
Love can make you feel sick if you donot see the person makes your heart pump like no any other pump...love sometimes i wonder wether i understand this individual called love...any its great at first but trust me it will hurt when you are dumped
when you drop out of love then be prepared to see the dark side you thought you never had ...this will drive you nuts tto the extent that every one in the world will turn out to be your enemy and alcohol,drugs your friends yet life seizes to be your friend due to the torture you put it through
FARAH, 16 july 2012
All the nights and all the days
You are with me in everything I face
When my eyes fills with tears
When the hope is never appears
When my heart fills with fears
Oh Lord your light wipe off the grieve
Your merciful touch makes me relief
You made the universe so wide
And the stars so bright and shine
When I lose my way you are the guide
You are in the heart and in mind
Your doors are opened in everytime
Under Your merciful arms I feel fine.
FARAH, 16 july 2012
The world is great and fair
Everything we have we share
That is how was my dream
People live togather in peace
Figthing the fire and planting trees
you are black and I am white
we are friends and never fight
You are christian and I am a muslim
We are brothers, there is no problem
because we all humanbeings
Yes, found out what does that mean
We care and share and always give a hand
We laugh, we cry, we fell down and then stand
And we love, how a beautiful word is that
that is what made me speak with people and chat
FARAH, 16 july 2012
I am sitting alone
thinking about Home
Imagine how to cope with this fears
And Constantly wiping of my tears
I start to laugh whan I remember
The jokes we said me and sister
And when we annoy my brothers with some gesture
Oh Lord, protect my family
They make my life sweet
without them, I cannot stand on my feet
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