Slow
Near stillness
Water, boat, floating I
Everything passing by
Zooming, zipping, overtaking
As if in a hurry to see everything
consume every bit, before it dies
Should I be worried, am I missing the boat
while being in one, world gloats,
worthless possessions, in my eyes,
heart sighs, keep looking for questions!
Fake affection
Kissing in public
Bad governance
Banana republic
Racist slurs
Hate crimes
Diamond rings
Golden dimes
Keep pretending
A perfect life
Fourth mistress
Second wife
Heartfelt joy
Immense love
Hunting ducks
Killing dove
Fuel burning
Racing cars
Death churning
Bloody wars
Ambient evenings
Crazy days
Corrupt sleaze
Immoral ways
Kick in the groin
Punch in the face
Child jockeys
Camels race
Innate anger
Verbal abuse
Impatient scream
Short fuse
Red Nose Day
Polka dots
Strange Poems with
Random thoughts
Desires ignored,
deeds no match
throw away wine
Holy water to fetch
Repent, promises
is there a catch
Just no logical
Observable or fathomable
guarantee, that
Heaven will be there
Angels will care
Dames will share
Love, kindness
Such is this
sexist promise
Some sinners
Trying destiny
Admiring mutiny
Go for the kill
The whole hog
Still, yes, still,
Desires unfulfilled
Misunderstood guilt
Palaces built
Demolished, rebuilt
No satisfaction
In each situation
Just live and die,
Only God knows why…
I walked to a great
graveyard of souls
In the middle of the evening
thousands lost ones roaming
to unknown destinations,
each one think they are alive
daily grunt they survive
to earn more, till limbs sore
looking around, all I found
Just my reflection, such deception
Why we need
an enemy for existence
and pain has to be felt
why life needs to be fulfilled
desires to be dreamt
why oceans had to be deep
Mountains towering, steep
Promises to keep
and faith needs a leap
Why walking is so important
before a mad mad run
a long night shadow
before seeing almighty sun
Why stars are very far,
lies required to soothe
Heaven difficult to see
lust for abandoned fruit
why limit ends at sky
it pays to be coy
and men unnecessarily cry
Why gods are never seen
good hearts always clean
guilty pleasures so serene,
Why stories are scattered
humanity in tatters
and these words do not matter
One Lemon to another ‘Yellow sir’
And the other responded ‘yellow to you as well’
First one ‘how are you peeling, what would you like to have’
‘Juice?, lemonade?’ 🙂
Reflections of a lantern
into glowing eyes
questioning origins
of known blatant lies
cause, necessity, a desire, a need
was it dark envy or truly blind greed
cave lit up, muted sounds rise
piercing long whispers, silence demise
logic was castigated, passion ran loose
soul was captured, hanging in a noose
power of persuasion, led to abuse
not long to refuse, final undisputed truth
