I do not remember the things you said to me about me, for me I keep no tabs, no written words no saved files, no cut-copy-paste replicates nothing to prove their existence and ruthlessly level any secret hollows where they might creep in unnoticed and with passion, couple
Still they survive curling up into tender silences when we meet stretching out the little time between us into valleys uncontainable
The edge of the bed No more dreams Too much of giving The unspent mile hurts
I wouldn’t know How could I Gaping at bursts of green while an ocean bursts Bring out the bottles, no more time Soak in the sun, run down the line They see you sing, they smirk, they drink then belt out your words and strum something
It is you they play upon It is me, your song tells it all Then they go home leaving you alone and cry themselves to sleep All alone
All alone, do you not see All of us The way it has always been The edge of the bed No more dreams The guarded mile hurts
Let it go its way
Just the edge of the bed
I cannot belong
This is no life
This is a sad song
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virtual 100,000 Poets for Change event!
This past week, an international aid convoy in Syria was attacked with devastating results, during a ceasefire. Bombs went off, as usual, in Iraq. They also went off in New Jersey and New York. There were terrorist knife attacks in Jerusalem. And knife attacks also in St. Cloud, Minnesota. Police shot (at least) two unarmed African-Americans in the United States. Police shot “terror suspects” in Israel. Iran arrested dissidents. China gave a dissident’s attorney a 12-year sentence.
Climate change has reduced the arctic ice sheets at record levels, this summer just ended. The Fertile Crescent, where Western civilization began, has suffered such a devastating drought that farmers have fled it for years now—a contributing cause to the Syrian civil war and the refugee crisis. The hardened, drought-stricken soil in the region, broken up by heavy war-machinery, artillery shelling, and bombs, has…
Why should it matter if I am a common cur uncollared, untagged tail free to wag? Does it lessen me in any way to be unaffiliated to another? Does it make you see red and chafe at the chains around your neck, or arms or ankles?
for even the ones that tinkle ultimately lock you in So you try to have me mapped
Spread-eagled I wait while my eyes, sound, shape, colour, dress and words are pinned to a name a place a tongue a profession a family a community an ideology a crime a sex an adjective or several till you run out of tags And I am cut into perfect squares and stowed safely away into the boxes in your brain
Three poems in Alephi.com- “a new online Magazine from the Indian Subcontinent for all kinds of literary works in English”
‘Camouflage‘, ‘Duryodhan‘ and ‘Un-domesticating‘ published on 21st September 2016.
Camouflage My hair grew all white the night I met my grandmother prodding at the base of a rose bush with a long stick Snakes Grandma? I asked Egg shells, dear said she a little
Very honoured to share a poem by Sophie Boswell, author of Breaking Loose, The Power Of Feng Shui and Journey Of The Mind on my blog. Thank you Sophie Boswell for your kindness in allowing me to do so and for your generosity. DO read ‘Over The Rainbow”. In her own words, it is “simple with a little message” but for me it is the infinite wisdom that nothing will wait forever, everything worth dying for lies just here, in full view. Oh for a little courage to stretch those fingers and clasp it!
OVER THE RAINBOW
You know the childhood story, about the pot of gold The one to go on searching for, until you’re frail and old Well, I’m here to tell you that they got the ending wrong ‘Cause it’s not a pot of gold, that will help make you strong
So don’t waste your life, searching long and hard When the happiness you see can be found in your own back yard You see, finding the end of the rainbow, can take a long, long time And when you eventually get there, you’ll find there’s not a dime
YOU are the gemstone of your life And travelling along that pretty curve, can bring you lots of strife So the thing I found to aim for, was to make mental jumps I finally jumped over the rainbow after flattening little bumps