Self-Portrait At 28
I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
on a day nearly canceled by sunlight
when the entire hill is approaching
the ideal of Virginia
brochured with goldenrod and loblolly
and I think "at least I have not woken up
with a bloody knife in my hand"
by then having absently wandered
one hundred yards from the house
Understand That This Is A Dream
Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream
I am awake / and why do that?
When I dream in a dream that I wake / up what
happens when I try to move?
I dream that I move
and the effort moves and moves
till I move / and my arm hurts
A Beach, Lake, And Owl
Sun soaked revelations
on a patio deck.
I had long forgotten
the simple joys
Of returning to origin.
In its bosom,
the well worn comfort
Of familiarity,
About Love
when i was a child i did not name things i loved
'this is my favorite marble'
would always lead to somebody asking for it in a game of keeps
when i was a teenager i did not name boys i loved
because then my best friend would want them
and she always got what she wanted
when i was a woman i shouted my love from the rooftops
and felt foolish when it went away
The Threat
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty
suitcase because she kept threatening to run away my sister was sick of me
getting the best of everything the bathrobe with the pink stripes instead of
the red the soft middle piece of bread while she got the crust I was sick with
asthma and she thought this made me a favorite
I wanted to be like the girl in the made-for-tv movie Maybe I'll Come Home
in the Spring which was supposed to make you not want to run away but it
Rebirth / A New Day Has Comes
Tired of walking these days
Your old body celebrates its 60th birthday
The moment, eyes too weak to be opened
Sights become too blur to welcome ray
What left only dream of past dream stained
Back to yesterday
Mourning for what u can't achieved
Living with someone you not trusted and believe
Make life so hard almost to cleave
Tomorrow I Will Be Happy
Small child dressed shabbily,
His eyes dusty, hair shaggy.
'When I will grow big,
I would have sweets many,
I would play throughout the day,
And would be free from elder's tyranny,
Tomorrow I will be happy.”
Hearing, HITESH laugh heartily.
Schoolboy donning dress neatly,
An Old Man Speaks To A Teenager!
''In my youth, '' commenced the old man,
''I encountered so many things'',
''And of course, I was highly imbued with feelings of love and joy''.
Dwelling upon each other, the old man continued.
''That's quite obviously the same, '' replied Charlie,
''Like in your old days, I also have rollicking times'',
''Playing with the frolicsome lambs during day-break'',
''And reveling in singing songs at eventide''.
Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears
Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching
the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt
mindfulness at work, I thought, as I recited
words I wrote in tears: instead of tears,
if I had understood my father's business,
I could be selling men's clothes. I could be
kneeling, complimenting someone at the bay
of mirrors, mumblingly, with pinpoints pressed
between my lips. That was the life I held
in scorn while young, because I thought to live
All Seasons Are For Love
Anything artificial does not help at all,
Artificial cooling lacks nature's call,
Kissing and embracing the sweating sweetheart,
Keeps me so saline whole day her salt,
Drops of sweat that shine like diamonds,
Are more tasty than nuts and almonds,
When she drops her eyelids into two loving arms,
It's summer that smiles with virgin charms,
Life is delicious when eyelids are kissed,
When season is changed this pleasure is missed.
Llama Drama
This flesh 'n' blood cousin of the ship 'o' the desert
here is given that funky punky, stylish haircut?
Could it be optical illusion or screen manipulation
causing him to grin in mock jubilation?
And ain't he gonna toss those bangs
like some real groovy llama?
My doesn't he look ready for any
showbiz dromedary drama?
' ' ' ' ' ' Grief...No Flowers
I would haunt
the Yeatss'
hunger for the nearness
of their paint
lose myself
in their ooze
the colours squirming
' ' ' ' ' ' ' Foot Fungus Fever!
The spam
announces
FOOT FUNGUS CURE.
But just before
I hit delete
my eye snags itself
on the wording.
*** A Portrait Of Erica...
Her black hair pulled back loosely,
flowing like a long shiny crimped mane,
with a few strands all about her withdrawn face.
My God, please take care of this teenager...
Beautiful sad brown soulful eyes,
peer through long natural eyelashs,
that have been sprayed numerous times with tears.
My God, please take care of this troubled young lady.
Brief Encounter
You in your
Marilyn Monroe dress
seeing me off at the station
after endless nights of passion
shivering with cold
& anticipation
of us coming
Dis/Enchantment?
the blemish on the moon
was made to be seen as
a patient old woman
ready to wrap me in her
white clothes smelling queerly
of old age that gave some security
or a spritely rabbit ready to jump out
just to amuse me with her flurry coat
i failed to pass on that moon
A Teenager's Prayer
Each day brings new beginnings
Decisions I must make
I am the only one to choose
The road that I will take
I can choose to take the road of life
That leads to great success
Or travel down the darkened road
That leads to great distress
! They Also Loved
‘We only love if we have first been loved.’
Aye, there’s the rub.
The teenager, her room walled round
with rock and pop stars who, it seems,
all smile their open, deep-eyed smiles
just for her… twists, red-eyed, on the bed,
hammers the pillow with clenched fists…
Fear
Fear is when a child asks you to keep the light on because he thinks there are monsters under his bed
Fear is when you wake up in sweats from a nightmare
Fear is when a teenager hits his father's car and doesn't know how to tell him
Fear is when you're sitting in the examination hall waiting to see the paper
Fear is when when you lose your family in a crowd
Fear is when you pull your sleeves down so nobody can see the scars
It's when you turn the music to full volume so that no one can hear you cry
(866) Who Are The Messengers Of God (Speech)
You look to your Minister’s, your Pastors, your Priests.
You believe these people bring the word of God to you
and in fact they do for they read from the Bible I ask you.
“is that the only place where the word of God comes
from, do we put all the owness on this Holy book. Can
we look in this wonderfully written book and find all
the answers. Take this scenario- my debts are so high,
I just don’t know what to do. Can I take out the Holy
Book and find the answer to my question, is there a