soul thrives in vacuum–Bop Poetry

Posting here, another Bop Poetry. This is in complete opposite voice of what I wrote in my last post. Do read that too, if you have not. I like the refrain thing in the Bop as it kind of makes the whole poem come out in a different way. Read the poem without the refrain [...]

bop it!

I look above the skysearching for your facelooking down,I itch and scratchstomping my feeton the ground. don’t you know
if I didn’t have rocks in my shoes I’d run more. to you.
why the hell did I walk in this heat on the tarred road?why did I let your words fool menow my shoes are stuck.with a [...]

short verses

persistent voicesinterfere with my thoughtswith callous regard
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comb persistantlyinterfere my hair’s natural wavespulling it callouslyI TUG WITH FRUSTRATIONpulling it callouslynatural wavy hair persistentlyinterfere combing

crossroads

when at crossroadsstop, pause a while,fix the dilemma. BY ASKING WHAT AILS YOU?dilemma fixed now,stop pausingand cross the roads.
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Thanks Andy, I am lovin’ writing those!

twilight moments

moths die outin the flickering light
sun diffusesinto twilight
mislaid within arroyo of my mind-my euphoria
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twilight thoughtsmove in a whilrwindcreating chaosTWILIGHT THOUGHTScreate chaosmoving in a whirlwindtwilight thoughts
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Masoning the Drake

As it so happens I am window shopping in the local market when I spot Paul Drake, the famous private detective who works with Perry Mason in the Erly Stanley Gardner’s books. I am kind of amazed to see him making a meal out of crispy cakes, various types of sandwiches and a big jug [...]

say that again

squeezing the bridge of my nosewith the blue tinted glassI look with harried concentration into that page, indecipherable wordspopping out from everywhere
mosiysma, inghruyt, dkjulxzzare but a few. only from those kidsone learns new words, making no sensewait a moment, but they doif nothing they do bring in a smile
“secretly wishing I was the student, they [...]

ketchup & french fries

smudged with dirt, wiped clumsilytiny fingers are dipped in ketchupthe glowing child sucks it cleanrisk of infection unknown to herher harassed mother watchescurbing her own impulse to stop her
something compelling her, mothercollects another plate of french fries, pours ketchup liberally over itand candidly copies the child, longer fingers dipped in itshe sucks each squeaky clean
“if [...]

stone with moss and lichens

Get into this train for a great ride….
hiding there-yet aura makes knownof your presence
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musty old letterbringing in tears- tears me apart
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others’ memoriesare just as privateas our thoughts
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All these and a few more were inspired by J. Andrew Lockhart.

you clutch the vacuum

getting up from bedI feel the walls shakingwalking awkwardlytowards the stoveI warm last night’s tea
bedcovers lie on flooryou clutch the vacuum,which is as naked as you sweet smell of love turnsbitterly sour in the morning
sipping the obnoxious tea, I look at you with a hatred so fierce, anger so unknownyour snores goad me,I pour the [...]