In a polished falsetto
About love gone awry
In bitter word pictures
Painted he the images:
a wild afternoon wind
Her skirts ballooning
As she sent him packing
The sun winked sadly
The milky way chuckled
A brooding hen cackled
And she gave him a smile
That buried him forever
Outside  her true annals
Just as his forlorn song
Faded in the empty distance
And so the sad tale ended
Even as it was starting

he parted the flimsy curtain
and saw her petite figure flee
his impoverished life in some glee
his muscle and brawn weren't enough
and everything was suddenly so tough
as he contemplated the cold evenings ahead
and the silent moments without her infectious laughter
he knew without doubt that nothing would ever be softer
than her measured walk out of his life and yet have such wrath
that morning was a morning of sorrowful discoveries and pain
the flap of her jacket as she walked up the incline to the open road
was like a metaphorical but macabre shaking of the dust that he was
forgotten now but abandoned a long time ago as they both knew
it took a morning such as this one to put a seal to what once was
for so long, so far way and long ago in another country and another time
when he mattered and was still the prize she sought for waiting so long

my dear little sweet pea
truly, you're my cup of tea
what the doctor ordered
a vintage prescription wonder
that guarantees i never wander
                  now
there's no more trepidation in my heart
and i'm on autopilot as i approach the gates of love
i will send you no flowers because they pale before you
you're a flower whose warm glow illuminates eternity
and your sweet tenderness has legendary attributes all for me
my sweet little pea tell them things to wring their hearts sore
and set my heart galloping with the absolute joy of certainty

the dud man wanted a saint
but she failed his mean test
even after a faint and a feint
with a huge sigh he let it rest
took up his rucksack and left
she cast him  a long wistful look
her slumped pose the picture
of internal dejection and anguish
sharpened by an endless lament
that she'd not shown him his theft
of the aching heart of a  live woman
of vibrant flesh, blood and dreams
she longed to tell him straight
she was not an idea to be analysed
and later discarded like an abused rag
but the unkind distance engulfed him
even as the rays of the sinking sun
blended their gold with his yellow attire
thus she knew as of that unfeeling day
such mishaps were the very fabric of life

how so very sore
the irksome loss
of life and shine
of aesthetic personality:
the configuration
of your widely acclaimed assets!
lost too
what you had in mind:
a cruise on the lake
luxury on a house boat
with tiger fish jumping
crocodiles dozing on the sandy banks
and sleepy hippos yawning
alas!
the things you had in mind,
lost now, but not ever forgotten
you had such fertile dreams; a flight to Shangri-la
to live, love and frolic in the foliage
where thirsts are quenched, and
longings are satisfied; these are the things
you had in mind
so sad the converse reality of providence:
sweet dreams really should come true sooner!

your role is to be gorgeous
                                    desirable
                                         remote and unattainable
mine is to yearn and moan
                                            then lie down and die
                                                      as I’m taunted, forsaken and abandoned
                                                                             by my illusions of you

hopes in threadbare tatters
and exotic dreams shattered
i hobbled home
like a beaten soldier
dying to see one last time
that face that launched my ego trip
i knew now beyond any doubt
that truth was resident in the home
that i forsook all those years ago
and that glamour lived next door
in the warm eyes of that girl
who could blast me into oblivion with a word

her shredded heart hot with shameless tears
she felt him close the door to her dreams
              and it was night at noon
she watched him go rucksack on shoulder
blending with the sunset like a Hollywood hero
              and time wept with her
her thoughts screamed his name heplessly
but modesty told her she knew better
             and night crept into her soul
a little voice sailing the evening breeze
said a girl must always have something to hold back
             till a bountiful morning came
but she knew he was gone for good without any doubt
and there she was once again bowed like a weeping willow
             and tears welled in her eyes

You step out of the shower
       With the sun up on high
and a rainbow rising from your *****
there’s a dream on your cherubic lips
        i smell its fragrance
          taste its flavour
feel its aura awash over me
    and kiss the sweetness
     of your elegant promise
     till the end of a moment
   and the birth of new longings

one last tearful tryst
    saturday
poor little fool*
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Short Senryu

The baby yells
and she tells
       him
about the sweets
    awaiting
        him
in the shadows ahead
sweets are mysteries
        she coos
and babies are so cuddly
like warm-blooded teddies
        giggle baby giggle
        drool baby drool
        dribble baby dribble
            kick baby kick
till the sun winks a smile
and the moon shines a lullaby

In that moment for mementos
When everything will stand still
We shall remember sentimental tokens
Of promises made in the heat of an embrace
And feel that we let slip drafts of elevated joy

look me in the eye
and make me high
with a passionate sigh
that's like a sublime musical note
and I shall for ever be your vote
in the annals of lovers' exploits