Today in the bazaar; I witnessed an altercation...heated imbroglio...I tried to knit up the diatribe and convert it into a poem...have time read it.. not much as poetry just a spur of the moment impromptu thing.
Eye for an eye.
Ear for an ear.
Biblically just.
Devoid of fear.
Throw me gook.
Loosen the guck.
You can trust.
To end in muck.
Mouth a phlegm,
or pituite goo.
Taken by gust,
that you’ll rue.
Do wee little ooze.
I’ll string the noose.
Matchstick first,
I’ll light the fuse.
Do that slime,
then face the clime.
Despoiled in fust.
you’ll hit the grime.
Gobble de gook.
Or try your spook
Your head I’ll bust,
And spill the puke.
You throw me a shoe.
Or smatter some glue
I’ll toast you crust
To dwell in poo
(Islamabad)
(June 11,2009)
Some vocabulary items are jibberish to me! Yet, you've managed to tune down the tension of the real scene. The ryhme sounds well-chosen.
Eye for an eye. Ear for an ear. Biblically just. Devoid of fear just to remind you: bible say if the person slap you on one side of the face, show him other side...it's not eye for eye and ear for ear.. :)
mushkil han, need to look my dictionary....... for all those guck, muck, puck etc
Humour is making life bearable, you seem to have it, keep it up.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting write, love it.10+++