I, God, am very proud of someone, do you all know who? I won’t tell that to all of you! Because the treacherous ones will take that too! My mother doesn’t want Macron, nor do my sisters! He is giving them all blisters! And my Dad wants to beat Europe with a shoe! You know they neglected him for greed, he didn’t get his due! And the treacherous creep wanted to nail my Dad to the moon! I bury the treacherous creep under Allah’s dune or the deep sea very soon! I just think that the Arctic is a great loo, but it is certainly not Europe’s crew!

I am more master of war than tragedy!: A poem 

Thus spoke Zarathustra of a fire  you can ask if Persia had desire?  It’s Kings even wanted Greece?  Like deep-freeze heaven wants Hell’s fleece!  I am more master of war than tragedy  So should you all know that I am beset  by both, but haven’t fallen to my knees?  Should you all believe in preempting Kingdom come?  I just have distaste for hijacked Rabbi, priest or Ayatollah  AndContinue reading “I am more master of war than tragedy!: A poem “

I am not mere Hamlet, you smiling damned villains!: A poem 

Do you think I love to free-verse my hate?  There is no organisation of rhythm when black   and white is a collocation of evil plugging the words;   I think all your lyric may have come from a deceitful  prick! And I am no mere trick of a magic!  But would you believe that even God learned to despise?  When? Do you ever surmise thatContinue reading “I am not mere Hamlet, you smiling damned villains!: A poem “

Do you think you are the champion of Champs Elysee?: A poem 

Do you imagine you had all the champagne  before the thieved (by you) bottle was uncorked?  I wouldn’t even sip any of your chardonnay  to command you that all your members of EU should disperse away!  And do you think you are the champ of Champs Elysee?  Your Rafale wouldn’t even please Raphael on Mercury!  You have a lot of takers among the crustaceans!  And Allah seemsContinue reading “Do you think you are the champion of Champs Elysee?: A poem “

Did your rapine take my intrepidity?: A poem 

Do you think I am Nemo washed out in your ocean?  I could command an atrophy in your swirling waters  You are only deluded by your powers to deceive  I didn’t chrestomath from the armies of wicked Nautilus  I shudder in repulsion, but I still walk along the banks  with the knowledge every Pangea split wide open  has a distinct memoryContinue reading “Did your rapine take my intrepidity?: A poem “

Be gone! I should damn the treachery for eternity!: A poem 

Should I feel apathetic to sunrise or sunset  like I knew a pretension from an adversary  before it struck me like a dagger; I don’t  see any victory in falling to pitfalls, but I  have risen from every grave! You think,  I didn’t know myself like you all do  waiting for a messiah, who is your defrauded  hope, knowledge and wisdom. That subsequent light   of the Church, who changed his name,Continue reading “Be gone! I should damn the treachery for eternity!: A poem “

To a little patch of land on the East Mediterranean: A poem 

Would I give you all the stars on the tunic   of my azure blue skies; as if they all were    universally and divinely part of a six-pointed denomination  in your history; I didn’t claim to be the David  that slayed Goliath, but I was every bit of the divination  that worked against so many of your enemies  IContinue reading “To a little patch of land on the East Mediterranean: A poem “

I’m sure this love (between you and me) is just: A poem 

Is my love like an open trellis  looking up to the sky of eternity?  Where does the torch of the Goddess run?  From Olympus to which golden sun?   And if every life was a marathon  would I accomplish it till it was done?  That belief sustains love beyond the run  that I must have begun what I was to become   evenContinue reading “I’m sure this love (between you and me) is just: A poem “

If I could write a very ancient poem…:A poem 

If I could write a poem as ancient  as the energy before the first stars  I would know it as a point where  everything belonged without being  formed into solid state, but  incarnations of a density of light  And would you think, I am possessed,  at this juncture, by sheer carnal poetry  of mangled lines, malevolent adjectives,   nouns that speak ofContinue reading “If I could write a very ancient poem…:A poem “