H.i Chesebit

H.i Chesebit Poems

Inspired by:
‘Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.'
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Vile base words though flung at me
utterance will never affect my dignity.
Inside my spirit guarded from harm
unaffected by any other's charm
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Time and again
I end up falling for them
Though the titles do tell the sad tale
...

I found one single poem today
a glistening gem bright as day
There was no angst of death or fright
nor any strife over wrong or right
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One
I scan the list of
newly posted stuff
One time each day
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A clue for you
who cram this site
with the inanely trite
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She
seen
this way
game over
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Choice Fruit

Pick the apple of thy eye
from thy neighbor pluck the cherry
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Anxiety
a sand glass
Hide-n-Seek
her
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My message in a bottle
the story of an aging angler
just an old battler
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Let me propose
Though late I suppose
A toast to all those
Who are readers
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Darling Children / That Poet Be Dead

Darling children, We most certainly welcome you to this site.
One suggestion only shall I make, if you kindly allow I might.
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No regrets
I stand waiting
condemned
fearful of being
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Visitors here quickly learn
Not all that's fred is Gold
Am I seeing double double or
is my monitor blinking?
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How some do blow
hoping to conjure a storm
wicked tongue wagging
continually flagging
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‘Brewding Storm’
(My spellchecker knows not the word Brewding)
‘Helloooooooooo’
(Goooooooooodbye)
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When the only people who also read
you are also the only people who
also read the only other people
who also read you, you gotta
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Is not the cow considered sacred in India?
Would it not then by logic follow
that proclaiming someone a cow
would be tantamount to bestowing honor?
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Throwing in a 'mate' or two
fails to disguise the real you
We know thee by thy vicious spew
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Every day you perceive
some new imagined enemy
Will you never ever believe
the only enemy you have is thee?
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The Best Poem Of H.i Chesebit

I Have Been Eating Poetry

Inspired by:
‘Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.'
~Mark Strand, 'Eating Poetry, ' Reasons for Moving,1968

The following piece is dedicated to Marilyn Lott


O wonder of wonder
To eat and not get full
To taste, and smell and
touch the words
always longing for
searching for
hungry for
just one more
divine morsel

I have been drinking
the wine of words
distilled of many muses
vintage beyond the power
my poor palate
Drunk, yet I cannot
drink my fill.

Pour me another glass
set the table with your best
silver, linens, crystal
sparkling!
Blind me with such verse

One thing though
I will request
give me only your very best
Spare me from
stale ideas
poems half-baked
warmed over words
ask yourself
would I offer such
to a starving reader?

Strive to create Haute Cuisine
not fast food
Consider me but
a ravenous reader

I thirst for truth
I hunger for beauty
I starve for a perfect poem
Leftovers just won't do.

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MD Asad ali 25 November 2017

Gud day

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