Squirrel my little friend!
I watch your jumps from tree to tree
with that bushy tail
And your song I try to understand
If I write this way
Is it okay?
Man raises his bony hands and questions
from the dumb sky of his future?
Sky's helpless as she cannot stop the clouds
that wander here & there?
Man tries to hide his wealth in the river
But river flows to the sea ever?
Man sketches his sky scrapers
But nobody stays here and his offspring
fly everywhere when they grown up
Leaving the old sick parents there?
a humble dedication to my poet friend Narain j.p!
A Buddhist faces death not as a crisis in life but as a normal event, for he knows that whoever is born must suffer, 'decay', and ultimately die. Or, as someone so aptly puts it, 'Everyone is born with the certificate of death at his birth.' If we could all look at death such an intelligent and rational way, we would not cling to life so tenaciously.
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The theme song of my fading Cinema
The sprinklers in our garden started without any command
And give a rain of showers,
Oh! Darling the miraculous spring has come again and see the flowers of happiness in the flower beds.
'Yes of course honey and do not forget that your birthday is nearby.
Please tell me what you want exactly? ' She sang in her melodious voice.
'Just a pencil, pencil-cutter, eraser and few pastels are more than enough.
I want to draw a big check and paint it nicely, also fix a swing in the back yard
And peep to our friendly bank manager's house next door.
Most probably the check could be cashed in a friendly manner.
Darling we could buy a house on a hill top your dream and invite our loved ones.
Oh! I realized the vast distance but they are the most proximate souls to our weeping hearts. Isn't it?
Also I want to buy a kennel for Marco for our precious son and we give him a familiar shout, definitely he comes home from his hiding place.'
*Dedication to the composer Maurice Jarre who's no more but I love his fruitful music (Lara's theme) to Dr.Zhivago.
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Alison here Autumn's going to start and tell others
Thanks for your kind words
Also Jerry's warmest regards,
My wife too sends her hugs to you all,
Here Autumn is going to start soon and they call fall,
Yellow foliage in jaundiced color.
My wife grumbles that her piggy till's level goes down
As I steal pennies like a magician for my Cuban cigar.
When I was drunk I stammered, 'Darling if we have a Son,
We could have form a musical group named 'The three stooges meet Herculeas.'
I always see your precious garden through your poem paintings,
Does the bard Paddy Martin resides near by?
He too a very nice character found in poetfreak,
So life goes as usual Sun rises and Sets according to the Master's instructions,
Homeless they sleep on the roads here and dream heaven on and off it seems?
Wish that tricky life smile at all with yours,
I buy lotteries and if luck pinches by a mistake
Definitely We jump over the Great Barrier reef
And see you all without an invitation!
Take care and good luck!
Let's smile together until the hardest breath crawls,
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Homeless who writes on a ballot!
Homelessness describes the condition of people without a regular dwelling. People who are homeless are unable or unwilling to acquire and maintain regular, safe, and adequate housing, or lack 'fixed, regular, and adequate night-time residence.'The legal definition of 'homeless' varies from country to country, or among different entities or institutions in the same country or region.
The term homeless may also include people whose primary night-time residence is in a homeless shelter, a warming center, a domestic violence shelter or other ad hoc housing situation. Government homeless enumeration studies also include persons who sleep in a public or private place not designed for use as a regular sleeping accommodation for human beings.
If the Citizen are good
Then why should a Police Department?
If the Citizen are good
And a Homeless becomes the President
Then why do they bother for another Election?
*'A Moral collapse, culture of greed and selfish indifference is to blame for the recent riots.'
-British Prime Minister Mr.David Cameron
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Idiosyncrasy and Inferiority Complex
* Vanishing table manners of a deprived loner
I see you have 1212 poems (currently) on PH. I also see you comment regularly on other members' work (though I don't think you have commented on my own) . I wonder why you have sent this to me without any idea of what you want me to do about it. If you could explain what you want (just my thoughts on this piece of writing?) I might be able to help. Most people wanting a comment on a poem post it on the site and invite others to read it.
Paul Hansford
I belong to the small Island Sri Lanka
Once a British colony, I gathered few words from your mother tongue
And my vocabulary is too small, Sorry Sir and I try to improve myself.
A painter either famous or not his brush strikes on the canvas
And the bristles never refuse to absorb the different colors.
He himself has the freedom of choice.
But a poet? Why all these restrictions of adjectives and grammar?
If he tells of his mother tongue very few understand
But his slang English some try to realize?
Let him scribble as the trash bins never refuse him.
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Butcher's transparent cellophane bags!
They play with innocent lives in their beautiful Wars!
At last what they bring us?
Cold bodies wrapped in cellophane bags.
As a relative of human beings
I asked from a five star Officer;
'Sir, why you wrapped their precious bodies
In your cheap bags? '
Then he groaned;
'For your convenience mad man
Don't you know that's easy to identify.'
And I want to say this..........
But I was scared of his heavy bugle
Loaded with massive bullets!
So I kept quiet.
That's why I could have mutter this for you as I am still alive?
'Sir we can identify them even you wrapped in aluminium foils
But the problem that we cannot identify you
With those brass stars studded uniform
That covers the fragrant Humanity? '
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Why are flowers brightly coloured and perfumed?
On a Sunday at dusk
fireflies gather under a flamboyant tree
and I met him with that familiar smile
near the dim light pub!
He introduced himself as 'Charles de Gaulle.'
'I am Nimal.Priyasiri.Dunuhinga from another planet? '
He ordered Scotch on the rocks
for me a Mrtini Rosso Vermouth
with a thin lemon slice.
Both of us lit the French cigarette 'Gitanes'
and I pulled a long puff into my patchy lungs?
We discussed current politics and lot of things.
Why are floweres brightly coloured and perfumed
While the humanity fades and stinks?
'It's Master's choice! '
And he reads my mind it seems?
Time has come you to quit poetry
and start painting.
No restrictions on painting at all
of the brush strokes?
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Our 36th Wedding Anniversary
Oh! We have come across thirty six dark thorny streets hand-in-hand
And ultimately stranded here in the land of opportunity.
I shook the tall money tree in the back yard.
But only the decayed leaves fell leaving the ripen fruits on the tree top.
My beloved wife wants to make a love cake on this particular day.
And she search the money in her till.
She grumbled that I have stolen half of the collection for my aromatic cigars in vain.
There the mail came and were some greeting cards from Australia, Sri-Lanka & et cetera.
Our precious daughters and son-in-laws have sent some of their hard earned money.
We must be very grateful to our loved ones!
I whispered to my cock-a-hoop wife's ear; ' Darling leave the bourgeois love cake aside,
Buy a cheap bottle of wine and finish it to the bottom.
Then we could have a sound sleep on the couch
Dreaming of a better world to-morrow.
* The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there.It's a foreign country with an unknown language to the young and even to the middle aged.
-May Sarton
As we are now
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The Milkman and a Widow's cry
The old Mill by the Riverside
And a middle aged widow stands
At the rickety gate.
The handsome lad who brings milk
Early in the morning
And the Sun pretends
As an Onlooker.
She took the boy inside
And locked the door.
Asked the boy to sit on the sofa
She's seated close to him and relaxed.
The boy seemed to be totally perplexed!
She took out a small book from her nightgown pocket
And gave it to the boy to read aloud.
He reads; 'When the daybreak
Perhaps a boy comes with milk
He looks like our neighbor Midwife's son
Let him read this in my absence.
Believe me, I am reborn your old soldier
And you don't feel lonely
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Once at a busy Pub?
*To that poor girl not yet a teenager who begs on a street corner and I was so sad she always pulls her dirty knickers that comes down to her scabies infested knees?
It's really dark and you cannot recognize
So & so dancing on the floor
Soprano's voice echoes in the bar premises
And an old man seems to be a Veteran
Who peeped into the bar nobody noticed.
He begged the microphone from the singer.
The manager winked at her as a grant.
He explained to the band of his old song
And started singing;
I sang in the battlefield leaving my gun aside
Enemies came towards me and they cried.
Believe me brothers & sisters,
I said; I am a poor man and joined the Army one day.
All of a sudden they said go to to the War Chum?
I left my beloved wife and children at home.
I get frequent letters from my sweetheart
She insists me don't shoot them honey
And sing your song they might be friends forever.
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