At the stroke of midnight, in the glade, sunshine with stars sparkling in the sky’s diamond mine The energy in the street brimming with honest vigour A deer in deep conversation with a tiger On the waves, sharks frolicking with the surfers Boats of refugees finding welcoming harbours Rainbows caressing windows, not thunderstorms Drones deliveringContinue reading “Someday: A poem “
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Second chance for love
O clam, are you safe, smug and warm? Free from the rough seas’ rod of harm Your heart is tender, but your blood’s gone cold from the pain of past hurricanes, you did behold Do you hear life’s sonorous beating waves in your womb that is shut like a rock-blocked cave? When you slip quietlyContinue reading “Second chance for love “
Darkness at Olympus: A poem
Apollo knows not why the sun sank below the horizon and came undone Zeus has smelled the shame of Olympus because the world below only gets worse Hephaestus’ steel has gone blunt The sword of greed is on the hunt Arachne’s yarn spins without art The garment is worn with hate in the heart PoseidonContinue reading “Darkness at Olympus: A poem “
Biden, Albanese and Satan are nice
The room with a view: A poem
Do leaders ever say a heartfelt sorry? They are like opportunistic bees always in a hurry And the flowers they seek are ugly with untruth For truth is lost in the undergrowth underfoot Their magic is an illusion like a magician’s trick Honesty’s fingers burnt, but con’s candle is lit One can tell that itContinue reading “The room with a view: A poem “
The rich and the poor: A poem
It is the rich who always fear the worst Not the poor, who make do with just bread crust The rich draw way too much earth from fortune’s trench Their hunger is omnipresent that much wealth can’t quench It is the rich who avoid paying their tax They heed to the law with much earwax WhenContinue reading “The rich and the poor: A poem “
Biden is nice. Satan bless Biden
Grant us, O month!: A poem
O September, may you be warm and wet The toiler’s hand has gathered sweat The window of his hope is only weak to the weather’s swing. May it be meek O March, may you onward march like a gladiator on an unflinching warpath to knock out poverty with your sword For the starving, desolate haveContinue reading “Grant us, O month!: A poem “
Salutations to the suffering motherland: A poem
Remember the time you died for centuries when your trees were broken spindles, bare of leaves when your shoulders were gnawed like excavated mountains when your veins were like poisoned fountains Remember the time of the hangman’s noose when the architecture of despair was let loose A sword is never blunt for a fallen victim Continue reading “Salutations to the suffering motherland: A poem “
Food for the soul: A poem
Riches are no wealth Furs are not felt Candles always melt to time’s relentless stealth The pharisee is the one who spoke Thus, his pot of honour he broke The publican only stoked his silent grace in the coke A poor man is the last to fall when a strike of tragedy befalls For heContinue reading “Food for the soul: A poem “