The poem "Let Me Live" was the Poem of the Month at www.poetrymag.com in April.
That makes it twice in a row.
(Grin)
In the beginning, there was the word. And from that word, came all creation. It's words that shape new thinking. And words that take your heart away. It's only words. And words are all I have. To create. Poems, ideas, thoughts... straight from the heart, put into words.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Poem of the month
This poem "Mid Summer's Day Dream" has become the Poem of the Month at Poetry Magazine.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Mid Summer's Daydream
Streams of sweat
Bringing sweet relief
Sizzling city streets
Scorching hurried feet
Temperatures rising
Flaring tempers
Scowling sullen faces
Drowsy with sleeplessness
Bare upper bodies
Shimmering in the sun
The days go on
Nights are long
The rich escape
Hills and misty air
It's the poor
who bear the brunt
Summer's here
every year
Will it rain?
If ever, when?

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Bringing sweet relief
Sizzling city streets
Scorching hurried feet
Temperatures rising
Flaring tempers
Scowling sullen faces
Drowsy with sleeplessness
Bare upper bodies
Shimmering in the sun
The days go on
Nights are long
The rich escape
Hills and misty air
It's the poor
who bear the brunt
Summer's here
every year
Will it rain?
If ever, when?
This
work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Walk
The wide blue highway
Or a narrow winding road,
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking.
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
The tender desert sand
Or a hard rocky mountain
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
The taut tight rope
Or loose corridors of power
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
Portals of hallowed learning
Or lessons learnt on street
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
The wild side of life
Or the straight and narrow path
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
Walk
Or a narrow winding road,
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking.
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
The tender desert sand
Or a hard rocky mountain
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
The taut tight rope
Or loose corridors of power
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
Portals of hallowed learning
Or lessons learnt on street
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
The wild side of life
Or the straight and narrow path
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do
Walk
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Nameless
Arre babu, shhhhhh, hoyyy, edo
Names they call me
Names disgusting
When I am just me
The same olde me
In branded sheen
And big-name car
Make them change
Saar, ji, Mr. Sir
Names appalling
Whoaaaaa, that’s not me
It’s a pity
Kicking then,
Grovelling now
Oh what magic
These brands do
While I remain me
Names they call me
Names disgusting
When I am just me
The same olde me
In branded sheen
And big-name car
Make them change
Saar, ji, Mr. Sir
Names appalling
Whoaaaaa, that’s not me
It’s a pity
Kicking then,
Grovelling now
Oh what magic
These brands do
While I remain me
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