When you deserve love, you ought to know it; no matter how old you feel from the decades fallen, no matter how cold you feel in your bones Even if you don’t think you’re worth a look because much of your teeth have fallen out! If you discover that your lack of carnality (all through) was your virtue when you choseContinue reading “When you deserve love, you ought to know it!: A poem “
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When autumn comes finally, I say enough is enough!: A poem
(Those who know they should move over and out of my compendium of discretion; should finally make way and move out! Heed AA and PSP! FUCK OFF! I admit I am tired, but if anyone tries to confound me; I swear they will have to face stealthy destruction!)) I want to be a village nestled in the morningContinue reading “When autumn comes finally, I say enough is enough!: A poem “
In this late autumnal age…are these my reckonings to you all!: A poem
In this late autumnal age, when I am walking in the vitrescent of life with the shadows of me and my pet dog of loneliness. I sense an aloofness in loving myself, unapologetically, In loving the, even if unfascinating, poetry in me as if its simple verbosity was a delicatessen just reserved for me. I have never been pretentious, but I was brave beyond all comprehensions in handlingContinue reading “In this late autumnal age…are these my reckonings to you all!: A poem “
Your peanuts don’t even stiffen my penis!: A poem
The word-bird at my window is: Freedom! I let it in, and it feathers my wings; I don’t think you can guarantee my duty with your peanut Moon-drop pittance making me believe it is saving-grace manna from the skies, when you all think you can enforce treatment orders, anti-psychotic drugs, and incarceration; and all kinds of villainy on me…forecloseContinue reading “Your peanuts don’t even stiffen my penis!: A poem “
Crescent is an absent wish in my dream!: A poem
I see Mercury, Venus and Jupiter align in the night sky And I say this patch of the sky is mine; but the night only weaves them close by their nearness. They are not humongous like the distant stars. These stars that may have fallen like diminutive crystalline snowflakes in my childhood eye. Or better still, pasted like soft gems on theContinue reading “Crescent is an absent wish in my dream!: A poem “
What is the destiny for the temple of my soul?: A poem
Did I come into the temple with hands and feet frozen from the cold without? Did I come within shaking like an unfortunate leaf in inclement weather? Am I sanitised or am I sterilised? Am I molten ore made malleable to the whims of manipulators? Or am I a solid rock ready to fling myself at them? You know, many an army of mine has blamed me forContinue reading “What is the destiny for the temple of my soul?: A poem “
Poetry should not only be confessional, but also be a bid at self-assertion!: A poem
I have written so much Poetry of late I have written so much, even though I had to wait! They are not all constituted of rhythm and rhyme; Some are lines of pithy aphorisms, and some are prosaic narratives! I can feel that ideas in words can prompt you to discover yourself in hard-copy cut-outs even if aContinue reading “Poetry should not only be confessional, but also be a bid at self-assertion!: A poem “
I am present in a past, and never absent from it!: A poem
I just think how the leaves can sustain themselves in frosty weather? How does the chlorophyll in their bloodstreams save them from mildewing, unlike flotsam timber caught in the slipstream of partly frozen rivers?! And I think, there is no deep-freeze on the past! The landslide brings it down the snow-covered mountains, like hard soil unearthed again, not permafrost! I am just divining theContinue reading “I am present in a past, and never absent from it!: A poem “
I think of you, O great Dante Alighieri!: A poem
Did you discover your dolce stil nuovo was not in Latin but in Florentine. You had the courage to be unique, as different as a turtle dove among the pigeons. And nobody can conjecture who schooled you to be the genius that you were, achieving the title Of Il Sommo Poeta for posterity from your humble origins of Tuscan poetry, you also fraternised with the writings ofContinue reading “I think of you, O great Dante Alighieri!: A poem “
