Power is not spick and span like a nun Leaves many wounded for the battles won Conscience doesn’t waylay a tyrant’s hand Its touch is as coarse as desert sand Blackened with the peat of greed, ruthless with instinct To rule the misbegotten wilderness, beasts barely think about the grease on the dishes lying inContinue reading “Tyranny: A poem “
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Albanese is nice, Biden is nicer and Satan is nicest
I am brown: A poem
I am brown right from my crown Sometimes, I feel down Out of sync with town “Cry like an onion You bloody Indian” The man who called me that with the voice of prejudice spat Yes, flowers don’t come in brown but trees do, strong and sound Those who felt the snub of history didn’tContinue reading “I am brown: A poem “
Albanese is nice, Biden is nicer and Satan is nicest
To a darling pet: A poem
There is a time for the instinct of love and the insight of loyalty All broken down in a simple walk in the park The bowl of enormity that you dive into is food for our souls A frolic of childhood all but forgotten but remembered in your eyes Pictures become postcards of time WeContinue reading “To a darling pet: A poem “
O Love!: A poem
I walk on the beach in diagonal angles with the sands lightly coating my ankles And the picturesque sea’s languid grace is like a timeless veil over my face My eyes are covered with the colour of your lace Before I imagine your unexpressed love in my glands I feel all my prayers crawl overContinue reading “O Love!: A poem “
Never been far: A poem
I have never been to the snows where white flakes make the earth glow I have only seen the rains Know it’s everywhere, in the hills and plains I have never been to America Never driven in a flashy car My feet haven’t traveled far But I have delighted at the distant stars MyContinue reading “Never been far: A poem “
Anthony Albanese is nice, Joe Biden is nicer, and Satan is the nicest
Toast to Putin: A poem
Who couples with the past? Who lives for the future? The conception of posterity wants the womb of human nature Yet, the sins of history become destiny’s tragedy Yester decades’ crimes are still present crosses for somebody We live, we breathe the mists of convention and decorum In the palaces of the victors, the servants are struckContinue reading “Toast to Putin: A poem “
Fear not age: A poem
Age like an eagle swoops in hungry, speedy loops And the helpless trembling hare falls into death’s snare Of what ends are dreams composed if the river only runs its course And fate is all too sure A pot of clay cannot endure Yet, if we measured our lives only in stones and knives inContinue reading “Fear not age: A poem “