Unheard

Last rivulet of conversation
writhing on the edge of
wet expanse of acceptance
soon the desert would be herding
mad pack of silences

Kinetics of vast journey
removed from niches of mind
vacuum will suck in all contours of happiness
on this fork of déjà vu
on this roundabout of fate

I stand spent or perhaps ready
For another winding journey
To be herded with arid flock of silences
Inches beyond the vast expanse of acceptance

poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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Re-Dedicated

Simmering stew of love
Left unattended

She left in such a rush
That she forgot to tell:

When to straighten my skirt

And when done away with
-Put my smiles away in attic

[Originally inspired after a brief conversation with a very precious friend about her mother who died when she was 5; didn't know that in just six months it had to be re-dedicated to her when she died and left her 5 years daughter-forever; this is from her daughter]

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America, never

With azure of skies
flowing in its rivers
and vivacity of patriotism
blooming in hues of crimson
the sonorous melody
of “let freedom ring”
turning in my ears
and John Hancocks adorning
the lips of 51 gems;

America never Lord America never
May the strokes of “Be”*
live for eternity in this
land you painted with love
May the colours of sadness
consume themselves to erasure

And may Your yellows and blues
make my land greener too

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Solitude I &II

Joined in blood and ancestry to the
absurdity of your impetuous absence
are the cryptic crisscrossing lines
or the eddies of your detached dandelion
your way of seeing conceiving solitude
but that was 2002 and you bore me in 2007
so its not me it’s the other guy
we never talked about
adding to the ravages of your wasteland
this reptile! gnawing at your innards
at right angles -you know I hate maths! !
but then I remember something
that you never told me
its about that absence
the mauves, the grays and blues
all of me and none of you

* A narration of paintings by my Muskroot in acrylic and collage on luan panel presently hung somewhere in the solitude of University of Connecticut, USA. Poem is incomplete without the painting! !

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~! ! ~! ! ~! ! ~! ! ~! My City

Night rode pillion* in city
Where neighbours meet;
Only in seminars
Night rode pillion in city
Where mortar of fear
Hold bricks together
Night rode pillion in city
Where only sex can be
Legally traded for hunger
Night rode pillion in city
Whose beaches have to answer?
For their wet look
Night rode pillion in city
Where green n white hangs in shame
Rest brazenly flutter
Night rode pillion
Holy are the whores and
righteous are hounded
Night rode pillion in city
Where pillion riding is banned

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