Thought I was astute
in getting me covid jab
in health institute
by mod science lab

what better place
to stand 'gainst zeitgeist
to turn me face
'gainst self-'claimed christs

who wax livid
'gainst the vaccine
in language vivid
profanities obscene

i'd display responsibility
like Kwanzaa festivity,
self-determination
in joining the nation

so i rolled up me sleeve
like a silver-pipe ******
steeled self to receive
gave 'em carte blanche

closed me eyes tight
as i insinuate
"do your worst!
this ain't me first"

now me arm's aching
i feel so poor
my whole body's shaking
'n me shoulder's so sore

now I'm a-thinking
i was wise as a coot
in going unblinking
to health-institute!

there's a snake called Greed
with unending need
always wants to feed

trapped in bindweed
will never accede
or others heed

'give me more' it cries,
'give me the skies'
while the world dies

it self-consumes
builds its tomb
an empty vacuum

in wake of theft
black hole is left
leaving others bereft

of those who shine
while others dine
on meat and wine

In case you ask,
I wear a mask,
And I'll take to task
Those who unmask,

[Even not in a masque,
I won't go unmasked,
But for those unmasked,
Don't mind if I ask,]

Do you live in a cask?
Or perhaps in a flask?

Are you not aware,
Of the plague in the air,
that kills here and there,
there and everywhere?

Do you need to share,
Pain and despair?

Don't play a fife!
You can still save a life,
without trouble or strife,
when the illness is rife ...

the celibate never married
yet had both spouse and kid
from spouse incessantly harried
till from his children hid
in dread of marriage dorm
perfunctorily duty perform'd
as allied with the grinning elf
he decried the hand he held
in that sumptuous loss of self
as the two as one did meld
he suppressed his soul vocation
in slim excuse of procreation

world exists soft cheese in crumble
society shifts a world in shamble
each in fear of the neighbour
opinion is the modern sabre

Round about is deep black darkness,
Darker than the blackest night,
Whispering deep 'n dreadful murmurs.
Bird dropped dead in midflight.

Blind and weeping, lifeless attle,
What you see is your own soul,
Burnt and weary from the battle.
Disenchanted from its goal.

In the ash, a spark she smoulders,
Crackling, rasping, wounded warrior,
Briars squeeze her neck and shoulders,
Suffocating in smog-fill'd air.

Deep within stagnating waters,
Crystal-clear elixir tear,
Movement rippling, life astir,
Phoenix rises from the slaughter.

Still she rises, Golden Daughter,
Fears no longer yonder fright,
Strength within from those who fought Her,
Blackest night turned brightest light.

hair white as sheep's pure wool
clothes as white as snow
Timeless Immemorial
unwinds a cord so slow

through wormhole of space continuum
negotiates diamond drop
the ***** of Divine residuum
'gainst vacuous backstop

soft with tremour and trepidation
throbs elation of creation
unto realm of craz'd inanity
draconian place of inhumanity

enters Univocal Amity
with wraps of planets seven
to give voice to human sanity
to make earth a place of heaven

time passed by as no-one watched
none took note of passing years
till one day awoke man touched
by sweet music of the spheres

gradually the cogs move faster
breaking concrete bricks of darkness
sifting out the pure white plaster
from deep within the spiritual starkness

Kaleidoscope of colour, tone and hue,
Music of universe in clear view,
Metre, tempo, melody and form,
Orchestral dance of earth's perform

Red of blood, carnage and shame,
Lust and fire, vitality and flame,
Crimson lips, love 'n ardour
Rosehips, poppies, alstroemeria

Orange, the dying streaks of sunset,
Colour o' autumn, auburn 'n russet,
Yellow of marigolds and daffodils of spring,
Rays of sunshine, crown of a king

Green, budding vegetables, life in leaf,
Emerging fruit, as nights wax brief,
Secret of sacred, cerulean sky,
Depths of the oceans in baby's eye

Indigo, the aura, 'n shade between us,
Introspective Saturn with yearn o' Venus,
Violet, a vision in sparkling dew,
Tip-toe of angels in morning sky-blue.

Not for us the rust-dust of mars,
Drab rocks o' Mercury or ash o' moon-star,
The greys of the Moon and Jupiter's orange
Are the lots of the bare, the barren 'n boring

For us white light gives peak presentation
Purity dividing in seven parts,
The King's love 'n kiss and covenantation
To human cognition, His heart in our hearts.

Next time you witness cosmic narration,
Give ear 'n thought to divine proclamation,
For not in heaven is His abode
But in the twinkling twilight o' life's trying road

tears of blood and water
sizzle on life's altar,
spirits ascend in smoke
as human angels choke
holding hands in parity
they gasp for sense 'n clarity
amidst the mist and fog
as virtue drowns in bog
as innocence looks aghast
as leering shadows sail past

in dead of night
head is light
limbs of lead,
as flight wings spread,
kite as zed
soars

in bed, eyes tight,
thoughts anfractuous
as thread, benight
with oughts vacuous
as moment black
all things i lack
dissolve, ne'er were,
memory, a blur,
detours

yet if spirit wakes
soul intoxicates
at this hour,
the skies, as flower,
heart ascends,
on Your lap, as on a friend's,
my broken mends,
adores

but in day
life loud 'n gay
head's heavy
with annoyance 'n chevy
strife leads the way
as joyful play
experience to levy
life's confetti
stores

Money subverts
says the Good Book,
greed of grabbing purse
turns friend into a crook

"Don't accept bribes",
says the Holy Writ,
It blinds the clear-sighted,
Makes confidant a twit.

money to unpious
is as potatoes to the blight
It "twists the words of righteous",
"corrupts the words of right".

The side emolument,
so rife in parliament,
turns democracy to faction
making mockery of sanction.

call me eccentric
i'll not quibble much,
better than egocentric,
hungry for money's touch

let leaders not be paid,
let them earn with honest *****,
commensurate to service,
to work of honest gain

it may be 'pie in sky'
but i'm allowed to dream,
if they want to serve us
let them feel the poor man's pain.

he tiptoes on the black velvet
leaving silver glitter,
somersaults as long-tailed ***,
as starlings all a-twitter,
and there he leaves, on nighttime sheen
as neon lights on slipper,
a host of shimmering silverene
star, Pisces and Big Dipper

i look out in the clear crisp air
tinged with salmon glow
a dawning day left in care
of humankind below

woodpigeon visits the balcony
surveying hills' surround
soft contours of grass 'n stony
slopes of ****** ground

then, as one, arise discordant
blocks of grey concrete,
archipelago o' sordid, mordant
ash skeletons incomplete

silhouetted 'gainst gold 'n violet
contrapuntal heavy metal
harsh line of thematic islet
bars 'n blocks for man's settle

slowly skins 'n drapes develop
hewed from mountain's guts
ivoried sandy sheaths envelop
smothering man-made ruts

doors 'n windows, streets 'n cars,
smoke o' gas, light pollution,
blinding sight from sighing stars,
binding man from absolution

but as day breaks her vow of silence
children's voices drift in song,
song of infants, of reliance,
song of learning right from wrong

and with that song of angel's vapour,
with their tune and refrain,
choired cappella of babies' pure
laugh and cry paints grey terrain

in soft hues of rainbow colour
spreading warmth and healing
pink pastel to earth's pallor,
musical waves of feeling

with His baton, smiles Conductor,
hands upraised in swift tempo,
with His eyes, Master constructor,
signals world to 'onward go'.

i was young and i was innocent
like new babe of blossom scent,
unscarred, unspoilt and unrent,
a shiny penny, new, unspent

then i ventured in unknown space
found myself in foreign place
a running rat-race, of human chase,
of ugliness, sent to debase

or to temper pure chastity
to give it strength and vitality
for if you hold onto your morality
then diamond self gains finality

but if you get caught in the contest,
who's the weakest, who's the strongest,
drop out quick from competition,
its illusion to forget your mission

return to truth of inner soul,
then you'll feel at one and whole,
ignore the public opinion poll,
you'll achieve your self, your goal.

i struggled with my demon
then i thought he'd left
but that wasn't the reason
he hadn't come to tempt

the truth was more painful
made me more shameful
he used to be outside of me
now he was a part of me

subtle, indistinct,
part of new instinct
made me cry to think
of my aroma and my stink

but i know i can rise anew
i can battle, the fiend subdue,
If I latch on and pursue
The G-d I love, the G-d I knew.

you wake up in the morn
full of vim and zest
plans and schedules born
before you're fully dressed

then to yer caffeine draughts
to blow the cobwebs away
scent of coffee wafts
as start of every day

and before you know it
all plans have flown away
off they go in orbit
as you're left adrift at bay