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Dad, I fear this vessel of milk is splitting: A poem 

I was locked in a dream, a consolate dream;  that, though, you were lost to me in this lifetime,  I thought I’d stumble upon you, somehow, in the  alleys of time. As if in cavorting without a touted  aspiration, I’d simply conjure up a fate! That, should   you be in my arms, as my son again! The vainglory  of this aspiration is all but in vain now,Continue reading “Dad, I fear this vessel of milk is splitting: A poem “

The last time I was confined, my sisters cleaned my house and threw away all my newspaper clippings (of humour columns I had wirtten), some of the old short stories I had written and some old poems, that I had retained! You know how much it hurts me, because I didn’t even publish them on my blogsite, and now they are lost to me forever! I don’t want my sister Veronica to have the keys to my apartment, because, not only she thinks she has the right to enter my apartment without my permission, she is also a kleptomaniac!!

The truth is never appreciated; my kindness was always misjudged: A poem 

You know, I have dabbled, at times, in self-praise;  It was because, so often, my self-worth had taken a beating  at the hands of the vilest treachery! I always felt the need to do  what was imminent to the necessity of the day! And, for it, I discovered  I was the bravest person in the world; but unacknowledged for it!   You knowContinue reading “The truth is never appreciated; my kindness was always misjudged: A poem “

You know, I think that nobody has the courage to stand up for truth and justice! And I am being punished by a fake self-acclaimed and self-seeking system for standing up for truth and justice! You all only think about yourselves; what would happen to you all if I only thought about myself?! I aspired for nothing material in my life; I sacrificed everything of mine in the bargain! Does any one of you have any shame guilt or conscience? If I call up anyone and speak the truth, I am at once referred to a mental institution amd foricbly confined! My sisters are intrusive and only have selfish concern. I don’t have a friend to depend on; not that I want it. He will only be somebody’s plug! My life is not my sisters’ or anyone’s hypocritical fiefdom! Look at me, I’ve become a drugged zombie, sleeping all the time! Now Norton is sending me messages stating that my computer data has been breached and compromised!

I didn’t burn my bridges; but I have scaled the ridges!: A poem 

If you think I am a wavering worn-out weasel!  And if you presume, I am a beguiled broken badger!  I’d like to say to you all – I’m not finished yet!  If you conclude, my being destroyed was your bet!!!  The bridges I built were not of just wood and steel;  And if you thought all along, there was noneContinue reading “I didn’t burn my bridges; but I have scaled the ridges!: A poem “

Hey Donald Trump, I love you, and would love to relax in your umbrage with everybody I love. But I am sorry, I have to keep fighting on as long as I am continuously checkmated and treacherised by Prakash Saint Paul, the fish, Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the Church and all their minions!

Erodgan, is your inheritance the Sultanate(!) or the middling Mustafa Kemal Ataturk?: A poem 

Hey Erdogan, do you think you are heir to the Sultanate?  Or, which side of the fence does your Turkish dick sit?  Did you think you can bully little Cyprus? And get Greece  to fear if you please! And what is like your fixated carnal  lust for Europe?! You bloody creeps with lunatic blood  stole my Mother’s lands! Didn’t you even rape Israel. James’ (and Jacob’s)  legacy wasContinue reading “Erodgan, is your inheritance the Sultanate(!) or the middling Mustafa Kemal Ataturk?: A poem “