Bhupen Thakker

Rookie - 233 Points (1956 / Kenya)

A Poet Lives - Poem by Bhupen Thakker

A poet lives a poet dies


Birth First. Steady breaths red, hugs orange and a peek- a -boo soul yellow. Sshhhh sparkling* my son poet were mother’s words


Youth Uncouth. Hash tag #bullied Hash tag #motherdead. Somehow, crawling, a...word… gold. A…. focus… purple, a full... stop gold. A full teethed poem pink dazzles. Sshhh sizzling*, some young poet, they say.
New commas pink, navy blue, moon-struck phrases indigo blue, winking lyrics light blue, above the deadness green yellow orange red. Book number one. Sshhh loving our young poet shout the papers


Old Age Maze. Beyond the red, memory of three marriages orange. Titles tired yellow of my bestselling books. Under a blanket green, my voice light blue unused. Music indigo blue fails me. Sshhh decaying, just an old poet, sing my old performing videos. Why wear Navy Blue Pink Gold? Sshhh will I be reborn I ask a goddess? Sshhh fading, just an old poet whispering


And now/ on a cloud white/ in a poets sky/ edible red rose petals gently spiced/mountain size Naan and giant pink saffron rice/ yogurt mustard gold/square mangoes mystically hold/ fenugreek pappadum and curries coriander bold. Sshhh heavenly a great poet, I know.
A poet lives, a poet lives

Topic(s) of this poem: poet


Comments about A Poet Lives by Bhupen Thakker

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/11/2015 7:08:00 PM)


    A poet lives in memory. Very amazing expression shared definitely. Wise sharing....10 (Report) Reply

    Thakker Bhupen Thakker Bhupen (11/18/2015 3:38:00 PM)

    many thanks for your kind words...sshhh sparkle*

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 11, 2015


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