Fuck Eliot, Fuck Joyce
Fuck freedom, fuck choice
Fuck everyone that's genius and chooses
sorrow over rejoice
Fuck Wilde and his wordplay
His genius, character display
His willingness to part-take
In doing pure art for art's sake
......
A pallid
sheet of paper
teases me
with its randy glare,
......
For a spiritual wanderer
For the one who has
A long cherished desire
Of spending some parts
Of life in the midst of
Dense trees and turfs
It would be fascinating
For the mastery of serenity
A dream coming true
For the enlightenment of austerity
......
The folk,
The ecclesiatical,
The farmhouse singing,
The disco.
The cabaret,
Bar singing,
The jazz,
Rock n' roll,
The blues
Bands and troupes
......
the cat was utterly
uninterested
and downright
bored
with him reading
mediocre poems
by her side
"You don't like this one?" he asked
......
The folk,
The ecclesiatical,
The farmhouse singing,
The disco.
The cabaret,
Bar singing,
The jazz,
Rock n' roll,
The blues
Bands and troupes
......
Is it just me in observation
that more and more poems
are lengthening coinciding
with more reading of longer
poetry in these recent days?
......
Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The brain is alert and strong
Nothing can possibly go wrong
Poetry is ubiquitous
Poetry is sexy and serendipitous
......
For a spiritual wanderer
For the one who has
A long cherished desire
Of spending some parts
Of life in the midst of
Dense trees and turfs
It would be fascinating
For the mastery of serenity
A dream coming true
For the enlightenment of austerity
......
the cat was utterly
uninterested
and downright
bored
with him reading
mediocre poems
by her side
"You don't like this one?" he asked
......