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WordsCascading Snapshots of Life in Motion or else how
Could you Define Existence of a Person on Parole Who
Watches the Sun every day but cannot catch a ray to Paint
A Golden Falcon nothing else then all the women in their
Violet Orange Purple go Building Roads Bunds Where the
Merciless Sun does not do a Favour the shade so rare that
The Tree i Shared by the Cattle Men and Yonder is a
Vulture on a Dead Animal does not wait for the Desert but
Flies Away near a Rock which has Some Thick Foliage and
Me Sitting on the Nirvana pier
Counting days weeks months but it is alright as long as
I Play it downand Dontdo things a little Wonky which Am
Prone to do
The Soul is Rasping for Release the Spirit says Stay
Watch the Young Ones take Over as Learn that My
Filial Moorings are Styrong in T that i Want to Live for the
Very Act of Living as I am used but no better than a
Programmed the V
The Boneof Contention
The Ventilator Or better known as Bi-Pep
Is On and My Thoughts are Breathing down the neck
It is Late Sun Down the Dogs are Howling the Children
Are Fast asleep the Women eith their days' Resume
And the Men regurging the Morning Newspaper
I sit here putting words to make Nonsense sense trying to
Make Real Unreal and Other Wise but the Glass Onion has
Broken and There is a Silver Lining soon
The T shall have the benefit of Giver Ordainer and
Director Or
Could be the Other Way around and On a Tangent then
They Go Swimming deep in the Sea for Picking the Mother
Of Pearls if they are Lucky
Semi Precious stones Seashells fish and Crabs
The Fisherfolk chuckle whether it is a Beach or a Desert
With a Mirage they scratch themselves to see for their own
Eyes Amused They Are That Being from the Mighty
Occean has
Cross Pollinated into the
Ferocious Wind Swept
Desert Sands
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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See it is easy you sit in front of the Keyboard but the letters
Stutter as the Scorchin Sun peels Your Skin you go to Your
Powder Room and the Umbrella is swept by the Storm
And there is Wind Hail Dust Smells Rain but Not Quite
Another failed Day No Rains and the July Skies look
Threatening but Just Mother Earth is Parched while Hot
Tea is Served
There is a Death in the Village
Shaven heads beedies breast beating like a Festival in
Reverse
Tha Animals are amused will they get their due bramble
Bush
And then the Lightning came The Old man put his Cot
Inside
And Three drops of Rain fell and that was that
The Death in the Village became the next Attraction
As the Rains have failed but Wait there is the Distant
There was this Massive Rainbow as if to Say
It is all Over for the Eyes to Behold
Saying Good Bye to Rains is Like saying to a Friend
Who balked at your Banter and Selfishness but
Amongst all of Us Selfishness cn be Tolerated but not
The Dirt of the Mud that tell Lies
And Half Truths
See it is easy you sit in front of the Keyboard but the letters
Stutter as the Scorchin Sun peels Your Skin you go to Your
Powder Room and the Umbrella is swept by the Storm
And there is Wind Hail Dust Smells Rain but Not Quite
Another failed Day No Rains and the July Skies look
Threatening but Just Mother Earth is Parched while Hot
Tea is Served
There is a Death in the Village
Shaven heads beedies breast beating like a Festival in
Reverse
Tha Animals are amused will they get their due bramble
Bush
And then the Lightning came The Old man put his Cot
Inside
And Three drops of Rain fell and that was that
The Death in the Village became the next Attraction
As the Rains have failed but Wait there is the Distant
There was this Massive Rainbow as if to Say
It is all Over for the Eyes to Behold
Saying Good Bye to Rains is Like saying to a Friend
Who balked at your Banter and Selfishness but
Amongst all of Us Selfishness cn be Tolerated but not
The Dirt of the Mud that tell Lies
And Half Truths
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So You are in this for the Social Work where did you come
From Tiruppur And there is this sandstorm every thing is
Hastened Things are as usual only the Storm gets hecked up
There is this old older oldest Lady in the Village smoking
Rings from her beedi barks an order and there is this Huge
Bull and a Young un all of Seven Years leads this behemoth
Through the Storm to Graze Ah! No Kerosene so let there be
No Light but we can talk after all Talk
The Old Lady would rather well her Daughter is looking after
The Hearth there is this Bleating A Sheep Kid is Born
One more for the Market but the Kid has Already Started
Walking the Old Lady is not amused
My writing
So calls the Chief to Send
Me Packing to the Town as they do not need a Mad Poet Spoil
The Taste of Wet Mud as the Rain were the First Rains
After the Storm it always does the Earth is Thankful
For the Small mercies
Of the
Clouds
So You are in this for the Social Work where did you come
From Tiruppur And there is this sandstorm every thing is
Hastened Things are as usual only the Storm gets hecked up
There is this old older oldest Lady in the Village smoking
Rings from her beedi barks an order and there is this Huge
Bull and a Young un all of Seven Years leads this behemoth
Through the Storm to Graze Ah! No Kerosene so let there be
No Light but we can talk after all Talk
The Old Lady would rather well her Daughter is looking after
The Hearth there is this Bleating A Sheep Kid is Born
One more for the Market but the Kid has Already Started
Walking the Old Lady is not amused
My writing
So calls the Chief to Send
Me Packing to the Town as they do not need a Mad Poet Spoil
The Taste of Wet Mud as the Rain were the First Rains
After the Storm it always does the Earth is Thankful
For the Small mercies
Of the
Clouds
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Soaring high the Swift was in full flight in the morning having
Been Parallel to the Golden Rays of the Sun or Was it a Star
There was this baloon floating in mid air popularising God and
Beedies a kind of leaf rolled into a Cancer Shoot
Daughters of the Sun were parading in the Beach the
Fisherfolk amused at their lock but their Men had a Good
Catch
The Catamarans were back it was Time to Yoddle and Dance
The Gentle Fisher Song of the Mermaid
Seahorses making a leap with the Dolphin in an Optical
Illusion
Or was it Real
The Occeans are too Mighty to have Secrets
Could be that the Cyclone brought the Seas bad Repute
The Green Sheet of Waves rising higher and higher and
Higher whilefisherfolks lit their Cigar
It was time to Go in the middle once again
Was Raining like It never before and This here Gentleman
Perched on a log of Fine Wood Lighting his Cigar that went off
Incessantly
But He was not One to Give up at this hre Waters
Where Two Seas and an Occean met
With this Confluence came the Fisherwomen
Lullaby
A Young One
Groomed to Go Into
The Rough Tumbling Waves
And into the
Mother of all
Seas
Soaring high the Swift was in full flight in the morning having
Been Parallel to the Golden Rays of the Sun or Was it a Star
There was this baloon floating in mid air popularising God and
Beedies a kind of leaf rolled into a Cancer Shoot
Daughters of the Sun were parading in the Beach the
Fisherfolk amused at their lock but their Men had a Good
Catch
The Catamarans were back it was Time to Yoddle and Dance
The Gentle Fisher Song of the Mermaid
Seahorses making a leap with the Dolphin in an Optical
Illusion
Or was it Real
The Occeans are too Mighty to have Secrets
Could be that the Cyclone brought the Seas bad Repute
The Green Sheet of Waves rising higher and higher and
Higher whilefisherfolks lit their Cigar
It was time to Go in the middle once again
Was Raining like It never before and This here Gentleman
Perched on a log of Fine Wood Lighting his Cigar that went off
Incessantly
But He was not One to Give up at this hre Waters
Where Two Seas and an Occean met
With this Confluence came the Fisherwomen
Lullaby
A Young One
Groomed to Go Into
The Rough Tumbling Waves
And into the
Mother of all
Seas
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As the Morning Sun is surfacing in the Horizon as the Birds
Watch Fly Look Perfect underpinnings of a Day to Look
Forward to a Worm
No one is Bothered about but as it becomes Bigger and Red as
Ever
The Bearded gentleman and their Camels play hide and seek
With Colour
As Women Skirts Violet Black Green a Riot of Colours
Walk the talk for Daily Sustenance
A Road is built out of Mud and Pebbles
A Tank A Bund The Colour in the Harshness It is Time
To Take Stock of Things as it is the Judgement Day
When the Pay is Distributed
Between the Giver and the Taker
No Allowance
For the Poet
As the Morning Sun is surfacing in the Horizon as the Birds
Watch Fly Look Perfect underpinnings of a Day to Look
Forward to a Worm
No one is Bothered about but as it becomes Bigger and Red as
Ever
The Bearded gentleman and their Camels play hide and seek
With Colour
As Women Skirts Violet Black Green a Riot of Colours
Walk the talk for Daily Sustenance
A Road is built out of Mud and Pebbles
A Tank A Bund The Colour in the Harshness It is Time
To Take Stock of Things as it is the Judgement Day
When the Pay is Distributed
Between the Giver and the Taker
No Allowance
For the Poet
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The Sea gets distant as we soar past the Milky Way
Where the Earth with its Hoome Lights seem like
Fireflies Actively Illuminated by the Nights Posters So
Bright You could see Dwarfs and Elfs so Distinctly
As Gravity loses and there is Nothing Around Except
Nothingness Vaccum flasked in Ether
Where are the Young Men and their Strength Machismo
Let Them look Down on this Shiny Globe going on a Spin of
Its Own
Jupiter called us for T but had no Time to meet Saturn
Not a Bad Sign as the Believers would worry
As neptune kisses the Feet of Humans and Mutters
Something to the tune of being Honoured by Human Feet
On the Planet
Suddenly there comes in Front of Us the Andromeda strain
Pluto got into the Act with Pluto Senior in their Planet
While there were Lights going out on Earth sitting Perched
On this Catwalk in Mercury could see the Moon but where
Was the Sun if there is no Light up there
Our Torches could throw some light
A Snake Hissed Oh! Life in Mercury but we were
Supposed to Get to Mars
Misjudgement and Caught the next Auto back to saturn
And Waited for the Next
Shuttle to
Tnia
The Sea gets distant as we soar past the Milky Way
Where the Earth with its Hoome Lights seem like
Fireflies Actively Illuminated by the Nights Posters So
Bright You could see Dwarfs and Elfs so Distinctly
As Gravity loses and there is Nothing Around Except
Nothingness Vaccum flasked in Ether
Where are the Young Men and their Strength Machismo
Let Them look Down on this Shiny Globe going on a Spin of
Its Own
Jupiter called us for T but had no Time to meet Saturn
Not a Bad Sign as the Believers would worry
As neptune kisses the Feet of Humans and Mutters
Something to the tune of being Honoured by Human Feet
On the Planet
Suddenly there comes in Front of Us the Andromeda strain
Pluto got into the Act with Pluto Senior in their Planet
While there were Lights going out on Earth sitting Perched
On this Catwalk in Mercury could see the Moon but where
Was the Sun if there is no Light up there
Our Torches could throw some light
A Snake Hissed Oh! Life in Mercury but we were
Supposed to Get to Mars
Misjudgement and Caught the next Auto back to saturn
And Waited for the Next
Shuttle to
Tnia
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The Electric Landlady in a Maze walking Stumbling wants
To Greet the New One and Send back the Old One
The Ruler was Amused not Knowing the Lady was in Black
Itching to get her Diamonds back while the Seafarers
Brought Bad news The Spices were too Little The Price
Too High for the Pearls in Return But a deal was Struck
They could haveSome White Pepper Never heard of It
But They Got What the Last of thge Spicy Rule of
Ravi Varmas' Soldiers were Painting
The Painters Cooking The Broth Ringing in a New Era for
Multiple Bargain at the Business table The Traders balked
At the scenario felt Dejected Could Not make a Kill There
Was A Veritable tampede in the Market Vegetables for
Pennies and Pepper For Diamonds This had to Go on as
There was a Privy to the Kings' Jurors who gave their
Verdict
The Trade was tailing an Upswing for the Indigo Slaves
While the Queen was not Pleased at the Scheme of Things
While the ministewr were Preparing the Answers to the
Inquisition that seemed to be Endless
Where did the Treasure Keys Go Where did the Peers Go
And The Minstrel who was supposed to Attend Court to
Pay obeisance Clearly There was Something Amiss
No
Realised the Swindler who had convinced the King to Let the
Clergy win the Hearts of the Church by Revealing Gods'
Will and Testament There was to be No Dealings with the
Inland Slaves and There had to be an Negotiation with the
Young Ones lest they get Nervous to Play
While the Grown Ups can Listen to the Minstrel Sing a Sad
Song of The Harsh
Days to Come
The Electric Landlady in a Maze walking Stumbling wants
To Greet the New One and Send back the Old One
The Ruler was Amused not Knowing the Lady was in Black
Itching to get her Diamonds back while the Seafarers
Brought Bad news The Spices were too Little The Price
Too High for the Pearls in Return But a deal was Struck
They could haveSome White Pepper Never heard of It
But They Got What the Last of thge Spicy Rule of
Ravi Varmas' Soldiers were Painting
The Painters Cooking The Broth Ringing in a New Era for
Multiple Bargain at the Business table The Traders balked
At the scenario felt Dejected Could Not make a Kill There
Was A Veritable tampede in the Market Vegetables for
Pennies and Pepper For Diamonds This had to Go on as
There was a Privy to the Kings' Jurors who gave their
Verdict
The Trade was tailing an Upswing for the Indigo Slaves
While the Queen was not Pleased at the Scheme of Things
While the ministewr were Preparing the Answers to the
Inquisition that seemed to be Endless
Where did the Treasure Keys Go Where did the Peers Go
And The Minstrel who was supposed to Attend Court to
Pay obeisance Clearly There was Something Amiss
No
Realised the Swindler who had convinced the King to Let the
Clergy win the Hearts of the Church by Revealing Gods'
Will and Testament There was to be No Dealings with the
Inland Slaves and There had to be an Negotiation with the
Young Ones lest they get Nervous to Play
While the Grown Ups can Listen to the Minstrel Sing a Sad
Song of The Harsh
Days to Come
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