I don’t think James the Just (Or Ouranos) was a Canadian Muslim or a Muslim at all, would it be apt to mention?: A poem 

(Could I call no moon day, and quieten the seas?)  Would I be a transmigrating hobo  riding a streetcar named desire  without any blazing fire  thrusting the atoms of my anatomy  into a dust of noise, for the boys  of destiny who lust for flaccid thighs!  I thought I saw redemption in my true love’s eyes  Would I believe inContinue reading “I don’t think James the Just (Or Ouranos) was a Canadian Muslim or a Muslim at all, would it be apt to mention?: A poem “

Jashmina, I heard you in the wind of the night…!: A poem 

Jashmina, I heard you in the contemplative air of the night  as I felt the windswept dead leaf, rustling  to my ear, waking itself up and me, so I feel  a resurrection! But who is being resurrected?  Lazarus, was dead three days, Mary of Bethany implored  of Jesus! And Jesus then, spent a whole night  alone with Lazarus? What transpired between them?  Jashmina, youContinue reading “Jashmina, I heard you in the wind of the night…!: A poem “

O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem 

O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace,  an image of you – such innocence and simplicity in your face  How you were so naive, you took everything so literally,  yet you had a profound sense of dignity and equanimity in wisdom  You had patience that was the axiom of your existence Continue reading “O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem “

Good on you, Keanu Reeves: If you are a lover, you gotta be a fighter!: A poem 

The first time I heard Tina Turner sing: We don’t need another hero!  I wanted to drown it out in my rage. But I am seldom enraged!  Even to those who maintain: I love, and I am no fighter!  The true heroes of this world don’t like your Pacifistic subterfuge  You can’t subset their courage, should you choose to defeat them  through aContinue reading “Good on you, Keanu Reeves: If you are a lover, you gotta be a fighter!: A poem “

I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem 

(I don’t think all blacks look like apes, I think Nicki Minaj looks beautiful! Some whites do look like trash, though, like Anthony Albanese!) Though we didn’t fall like binaries to the earth  at the same time. I always knew you were hanging out  there for me! So, I just kept waiting for the precious moment!  And every beautiful 8th September, I wished with my   head in the clouds, thought I could see you there!  How lateContinue reading “I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem “

Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem 

I shouldn’t take anyone’s advice!  It seems to screw up my sacrifice!  Have my boat turned over and around  capsized, and then drowned?  You can see what has become of true love  like a shutdown dead end of an alcove!  And I can see the grinning grimace on the face   of all those who had me abased!  Dad, I can’t have you in the cat’sContinue reading “Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem “

Jashmina, thank you for your loyalty. Was I ever loyal to you or sacrifice so much for you, for this kind of your overwhelming loyalty? Or do you think that my Mum and Dad, and, more particularly, my Phunnu; and everybody else I love deserve this loyalty from you? Should you keep thinking that we all should suffer because of your devious loyalty to your (priceless?) Dada and the hypocrite Anthony Albanese?

O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem 

O Dad! I remember that day when I  badly twisted my right wrist while playing soccer  Mum was all panic and hysterical when she saw my  hurt hand. My sister, Meena, rushed me to hospital.  We didn’t even have a telephone, then, to contact you while you were at work!  I needed surgery. Unfortunately, they did not fix it correctly!  So, I spent a wholeContinue reading “O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem “

Hey cheapies Australian Broadcasting Corporation, don’t pretend you don’t know that Albanese goes to any extent to manipulate occasions and incidents to enhance his acceptance and popularity. We have had a lot of crocodile tears since he came into the forefront of Australian politics. And many of them to treacherise me! I don’t know if you have ever been credible, ABC, but I surely do know that you refuse to spite the hand that fed you, even if it means losing any credibility or veracity that you if you ever had! Shame on Albanese! Shame on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation!

I had the grace to make Albanese, the Laborers and the Left Wing win, despite their evil criminality and treachery against me, for you Jashmina! Aren’t they still winning and bodygrabbing? I just couldn’t be bothered! I am very kind, and have witnessed no kindness in return! I don’t blame my armies though, because they have always been treacherised, eaten up and bodygrabbed because of my loyalties to them!