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A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
How advanced they are, these children of the future,
Like small adults, within their tiny frames,
They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture,
Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games,
My mind says - Leave it and proceed!
My heart says - Stay and believe,
Is it a tug of war between mind and heart?
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?
I wish to retire till the party's over.
Since three o'clock I've done my best
To entertain each tiny guest. My conscience now I've left behind me,
In a week or ten days
the snow and ice
will melt from Cemetery Road.
When I were schooled english wernt my thing.
My scores in English lurning no bells done ring.
Yea I grajaded but ain't english smart ….no lie!
Come end a school year the teach said 'By Bri.'
I will never forget you my dearest soulmate..
these old meomries will never fade...
you've always laid me in your shade...
whenever I trembled or felt afraid....
In the evening, the passerby while lonely passing
Heard some noises of an unseen cart on other way
Which he mistook bone breaking, tearing, chopping,
Murmuring, rumbling, trembling sounds all around,
When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
Dawn in New York has
four columns of mire
and a hurricane of black pigeons
splashing in the putrid waters.
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"
You that, like a dagger’s thrust,
Have entered my complaining heart,
You that, stronger than a host
Of demons, came, wild yet prepared;
And now our government
a bird with two right wings
flies on from zone to zone
while we go on having our little fun & games
Let's straighten this out, my little man,
And reach an agreement if we can.
I entered your door as an honored guest.
My shoes are shined and my trousers are pressed,
The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but
here is the shore of the one ocean.
And here the heavy future hangs like a cloud; the
enormous scene; the enormous games preparing
Wet heat drifts through the afternoon
like a campus dog, a fraternity ghost
waiting to stay home from football games.
Waiting for seeing final match of football, world is indulging in guessing;
France and Argentina are ready to show their skills to put goals to victory;
Foot-Ball fever among the fans are highest now all over the world;
Now is the time for Foot-Ball at the top most ladder of world games to watch!
Thinking of winning somehow, players play game;
Tension builds up as if waiting for time to blow bomb;
To the last the tough game goes on in tension long;
Cricket, hokey, soccer and rugby games all see so!
Previously sounds of terrorists bomb blasts, violence and wars here and there;
Recently foot ball games in Europe, cricket games in the world are heard;
It is like hot day turning into cold evening due to the coming of rain sooner;
This kindles the idea of whole world turning into playground as Switzerland in Europe!
If video games were like crack, I would've been dead long ago.
If video games were like crack, I would be buried six feet below.
If video games were like crack, I would've overdosed and wouldn't be alive.
If video games were like crack, I wouldn't have been able to survive.
Victory and defeat between teams do not end the games ever;
That is just the beginning for continuous challenges ahead;
The games continue again at another place some other time;
Games go on like exploration and creativity to see new ends!
What has infested a mindset,
To accept and believe...
An incredible build up,
Of threats no one sees.
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