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The life
As I see
And as I understood
Mixed with imagination
Results in the form of words
Becomes a story
Rest? Unnecessary
"you got your horse...
it's well drawn
elaborate and real
little Vicky -
but where's the cart?"
asks the art teacher

"Oh", says wicked Vicky
drawing on a lesson from her poetry class
"The horse will draw it"
The fabric of space-time is
Like a balloon being blown up.
It expands with acceleration,
as if driven by some unknown
DARK ENERGY
Came into my mind just like that.
  Sep 2014 GitacharYa VedaLa
Ogden Nash
I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my stay,
How brief this spell of summer weather,
He knows when I am said and done
We'll have plenty of time together.
  Sep 2014 GitacharYa VedaLa
Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered  into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows  pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined  sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face
you are now in one half
of the world floating about;
the other half of the apple asunder
is where I am

just the other day
N Korea blew their arsenal
and America on the other side said:
Anything you can do, I can do better
and they all regaled us all with fireworks

And Russia said: Don't mess with me
I got arsenals and patriotism
and it's not Afghan tribes we're fighting this time


and then the terrorist nations said:
Have we got a surprise for you -
we're nuclear family too

and so humanity was treated
to New Year's celebrations out of season
and earth broke in two

(and God said:
Thank you for the Holy Wars,
and all in my name too;
nothing's gone in vain -
I'll see you in Heaven
with fair maidens
and virgins for you to *****
)

and so it is we are floating in two halves
and sometimes,  just sometimes
our two earths will glide past each other
and we might see each other -
and we could, if you are so disposed,
wave at each other (with missiles in hand)
Coming back after my last poem here on 11 June, I cannot but start off with a poem about the sad and dark times our world is in...This is not a poem about any one particular nation or group, but about the darkness that seems to linger always in humanity...
One moment**
Just One moment
Look at me
Look into my eyes
Did you ever feel?
Did you ever feel?
I am sorry to be Silent
But, thought you can feel me
May be I went wrong
I thought
Telepathy may work
No,
It's me who has to say
Everything
I am silent
This silence
Cost me you
The valuable you
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