The oldest religion

 You can have it all!

Drink perfume &

smell like milk

Dance your witch dance

everybody screams

at the greats always.

Don’t dance

to the music of mere men.

Drink deep.

kiss a few kraken

join the oldest religion

Not in Florence

nor in the machine

But love.

The soothing magic of it all

Makes you finally belong

So Poets and Storyteller's United had a very interesting prompt - next week, we’ll invite you to take inspiration from the title of songs in Florence and the Machine’s new album, Everybody Scream. Examples: “Sympathy Magic”, “Perfume and Milk”, “Buckle”, “Kraken”, “And Love”. I decide why not have it all and incorporated almost all the titles in one go :P

Genie

 Do you hear the people sing?

Yes?

The more i hear

The less i feel. 

I keep rubbing

A phantom gland

Maybe muscle memory

Its no aladdin's lamp

All i feel is sore

Crying for once more. 

Maybe its not a portal 

But a wound 

we have overcome

Maybe now its time

To stop hearing 

And start listening

Begin once again. 

A grown up baby 

is not grotesque

Its just groot. 

So

Inhale the music

The scent of today!

Get goosebumps

Heck! Even enid blyton

Lets catch smugglers in

Mysterious moors

Please just hold that magnifying glass

Very tight 

On the famous five senses

You will be born again

And this time you will dance. 

Written for the what's going on? challenge

And PU prompt of beginning again and again.

Sparse Poetica

 

(My tribute to Ars Poetica by Archibald Macleish which made me sit up and notice a poem) 

A poem is a globed fruit 

palpable yet mute 

Can borrow a few words 

How cute! 

Honest yet not straightforward 

need not be attached to any rhyme scheme

Just needed to externalise the inner scream 

of a once ignored teenager 

Just open the floodgates 

A spontaneous overflow of my repressed emotions

An abstract art of mythical proportions

 makes the melancholy of a monotone 

sound rich like a broadway baritone. 

A poem need not be

A masterpiece , a marvel 

An idea so novel 

that there are odes written to it. 

It can simply be 

A moment in time crystallised with words 

A gasp of the gut 

So well put 

that you thought someone put their hand down your throat

and pulled it out 

like a rabbit from 

a hat 

or a hole 

A poem is a sieve 

which separates the chaff from the grain 

A pensieve 

and a penmanship on pain. 

( In response to What's going on? Blog's Poetry is prompt) 

Kiwi caipiroska

prompt -'recipe' @ poets and storytellers united 

Golden hands

Can pour no wrong.

With a pinch of salt

We forget all their faults

I sip my kiwi caipiroska

Willing to take me back in time

To places which only existed in my mind

Where the golden sun

Didn’t hate the silver moon

Every day was a noon

Akin to a silver spoon.

Next round please

This time add pepper and honey

Maybe a few notes of mahogany

I’m gonna scream a symphony

A woman’s baritone

A man’s lullaby

World shouldn’t make sense

Should words?

Just get me the whole pitcher.

Resolution

 Reclaim

Rekindle

Rebirth 

A beautiful prompt for the new year 2023 by Poet's and storyteller's  united 

Resolution

Rising from water

I rinse my soul

Of uncleanly remnants

Belonging to a rabid past.

 

I emerge calmer than

the wind which breathed

Life to my nose

Regaling gales which knocked

my wind before

will just leave my soul sour

I pledge to do that no more.

 

Fresh start

From ashes apart

Will bear fruit

Only if you stop being everyone’s favorite fool

Be ugly, Be astute.

 

 

 

 

Writing a wrong

For the PU prompt ‘ to write about a time when we realized we were wrong about something, and what we did after the realization hit us.’

I thought I was making the right choice

At that time

You ticked all the boxes 

on paper 

Soon 

I was boxed into a corner 

Crushed by your corny love 

Heck I wasn’t even horny no more.

I decided to sleepwalk through life

If I opened my eyes truly

We both knew 

This would be already over 

You lovingly blindfolded me 

I loathingly cuckolded you. 

I woke up one day 

And decided to live the truth 

Consequences be damned 

I still remember your cries

As I sunk into my sofa 

We were away by so far

Yes

I never deserved this 

Kind of love 

But you said 

I’m incapable of love

Called me a robot 

The only time you spoke your mind 

Was when I was leaving you behind. 

I bleed too.

I’m thriving now

Hope you are too 

Standing tall

 

At the cusp of my downfall

I stand tall

Loyalty only has gotten me so far

to this toxic devious stick

performing its gleeful shtick

I laugh at my own demise

Isn’t this the whole premise?

I got my life force sucked out of me

One evil kiss at a time

Sugar diabetes lung incapacity what not

My vestiges still flutter

Just pour on the butter

Let me roll in the gluttonous gutter.

 

Black and white beauty

 Written for poet and storyteller’s united’s ‘beloved companions’ prompt.

This one is about my furry friend Laika ❤️

Paati means grandmom in tamil.

Be the Bee

 

 

She was lil miss

Buzz the bumblebee

She wasn’t going to just

 let her honey

 be.

 

Fierce and protective

Her words truly stung

Only the sinister selective/

Callous collective.

 

Yet the rumors really hung

Floating around the honeycomb

“Queen Bee coming through”

 

However

 She was lil miss

Buzz the bumblebee

And she was going to

Let her haters Be.

 

Mellifluous mornings

Tend to drown out the

Superfluous mournings.

 

Keep being busy

As you can be

Always be you

For you are a bee

 

Forget the fools

You

Don’t need to fix them.

 

She is lil miss

Worker bee

The pollen is where

The honey will be

And the honey is where

Her heart will always be.

 

So take the hint,

My friend

Without the likes of her

The world will go extinct.

So take the hint

And let her buzz free

And her sting be.

 

 

 

 

If i were to die soon

 

Credits : Deviant Art

If I were to die soon

It would be probably be my greatest undoing

At the peak of my youth

I may have succumbed to a bit too many

Seductive sins.

Maybe it was just the lightning

Since I am a rod to one too many 

frightful happenings.

I would say sorry to all my darlings,

I have definitely lived well

A frog in a peaceful pond

I am not averse to the urban land.

The skies however make me giddy,

Motion sickness has made to not look up

So far.

I have definitely lived well

And I look forward to what comes up

Beyond life as well.

Will there still be a I?

Will this I look into the god’s eye

Or just be a digit in the proverbial pi?

I am ready to find out

Not just right now!

Loved this prompt from the Poets and story tellers united where they challenged us all to picture ourselves in our deathbed!

 

What once was

  

We are plagued by memories

By what once was

Ours to cherish

But not cherished.

 

To collaborate with &

Not compete against.

To break a for given bond

Without any thought given

Absent mindedly

Like how dusts of disinterest and distance

Began to gather over us

Together.

 

But we are still friends,

Still as dead water.

Of silent tears

Which were (never) cried.

 

Liquid Heart

 

 ##skylover wordlist - Alchemy , implacable , knight , aqua , mask , aloof , almond , nocturnal , landscape , sting.

 

 

These nocturnal mornings..

A product of virus induced,

Unstable raging routines

Sting me just a bit more when

It dawns upon me that,

 

My knight in shining whatever

Will find it just a bit more impossible

To track me down.

My face covered with equal measures

Aloofness & N97 masks.

 

My implacable heart demands

An alchemy of sorts

Or atleast a reverse osmosis

Of this aquatic almond

In the centre of my chest,

 

To leak the leanings of my liquid heart

Unto the larger landscape

And hope love finds me

Before it is a bit too late.

 

I thank Kerry for her monthly word list. That really inspired me and I ended up incorporating all the words to make one poem. 

Helen Killer

Modern Kindness

What is it to be kind ,

In this mocking (modern) 

Day and age?

To smile at a stranger 

Give them the heeby jeebies 😬

Be a loyal friend 

Who money can’t amend

To trust in humanity 

And better side of this 

Cunning(human) populace?

To just be decent 

With no strings attached .

To be good 

To more than just your blood.

And to do all this

Even when no one is really watching.

(I think I can’t come up with a better picture for this poem. Two of the kindest souls 😚)

Okay my kindness quota for the year is over 😂

The Girl who cried wolf

The Girl who cried wolf

Splendid Sir

Do you know the girl who cried wolf?

Of course you do

Do you believe her torrid tales of

The Big Bad wolves

Who feast on her soul every day?

Probably you do.

We do know that one bad animal

doesn’t define a species

Do you?

#Notallwolves

We get it sir

Can we get on with it?

Your fragile ego

Calls her a Nazi

And disses her into a ditch

Of silent suffering

Like the good old days

When girls were good

Like little red riding hood

You forgot the moral of the story didn’t you?

An ode to the good night

The night gave me his shirt

And solace and comfort

I could stare at his face

All night long

And expose my secrets how

He gifted me solace

From mundane encumbrances

For most part exacerbated by

That cantankerous bitch known as day.

Her piercing eyes

Questioning everything

Intent on making me sweat

You cannot excise the truth mom

Just ask nicely maybe?

Why do you like him more you ask

I can walk his streets

Dark it maybe

Safe to brandish out my scattered self  

And lick the ice cream off my hand

Streets sparse with kindred spirits

Silent whispers

Ready to let me in

On their simmering secrets

Once the sunlight sets in

The clocks get reset

The same souls turn back into harsh humans &

Atone for yesterday’s falter

With my back broken

I limp through the day

And surrender to my dear father

He puts on his twinkling smile

Reserved only for these special nights

And snuggles his daughter

The travails of the day seem far away

If only for these few hours.

"in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" took this Toad's prompt to heart and the results are for yours to see. 

Scream

Taking a raincheck on one’s feelings

Is a recipe for disaster

Trying to be strong for both of us

Has only made me weaker

World’s greatest armor

Is being in disguise

Only when the chinks start to show

You will know that there is nothing brave inside

 So why don’t you pull that veil

Make me scream

Say those words and

Save me too?

Alphabet Song

Image from the internet

We’re all at the Anonymous Café

Basking in each other’s misery

Cotton over our bleeding hearts

Defying Death and all her friends

Ever ready to give it another go

Fossiled memories motivating rather than defeating

Grape sized heart can carry

Such humongous weight

Ignominious defeats

Justifying its strength

Kudos to us all for still trying hard.

Lavish meals and meringue pies

Can only take you so far

Novice Romantics chuckle at us silently

Our orchestra of sadness drown them quiet easily.

Be proud of all the battle scars

Queer we are not for choosing this

Rocky path

Songs getting written by of us at this very moment

Taste of victory after testing times is the best after all.

Right? 

So the Toads had an interesting prompt where you take a letter-word and run with it. I ran with the letters from A-T then ignored UVWXYZ because I already made my point.