I lie here, supine
Listening to sirens
Heading out towards the motorway
Somewhere, someone's evening
Has turned bad,
In the streets outside the echo
Of teens on mopeds
Reverberates between the
Terraced houses, squeezing
All they can out of a 125 engine
While squeezing all the joy that is left
Out of everyone's sunday night,
Before we all head meekly to work
On monday morning
Weekend warriors, tamed by
The restraints of finances,
Needing to earn the freedom
Of another fix next friday.
I lie here on my side
A pillow blocking at least some
Of the cacophony,
More sirens head out towards
The motorway, someone's life
Has turned into a disaster
All I wanted was an early night.

A nagging pain,
speaks wordlessly in the ears
of moon for a kiss.

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Old-time will not
come back to pick again
peacock's tail eyes.

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What was nothingness
if you get the exile
in the hands of deity?

Subject: ( I’ll Meet You There )
( I’ll Meet You There )

Across the fields of gold
I see my place of destiny
In my new world of calmness
I will finally find my serenity

Over the shining sea I go
with my wings of pearl white
I’ll fly off into the nights sky
and drift away into the moons light

My spirit within helps me believe
in a world beyond what we see
Across the mountains where I grew up
my soul,it fly’s so high and free

I will meet you there my friend
when the world pushes you away
I know I’ll see you there old friend
and like the old times we can play

No More sorrow no more pain
In this new beautiful world I’ll know
Hope to see the rainbow bridge
And all the streets will glow

The Lost Poet

rise, moonbird, rise
let your silver moonbird eyes
scatter the lanterns of the stars
a lullaby sung in colorful galaxies
as the night goes on and on
the Moon itself rises so high
undoes its daylight fetters
wraps its tie-dye colors
in the softened embrace
of a moonbird's feathers

notes of arias in the night
ascend into a sacred hymn
sung by a moonbird's throaty
warbled sound
the Moon's bright face
instills a kiss of light
raises up romantic notes
in the heart of the moonbird's chest
his soliloquy sends yearning
to be held in the arms of God

pampered by
the surrounding planets
wake, moonbird, wake
claim your place in the night's canopy
crown your aqua breastplate
with a luminous star pin
that accents the heart glow inside
by your universal flights
to other sides of the world
and to the dark sands of red
that cover the shores of Mars