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YAYATHI Jun 11
Abandoned at a sandy beach,
Bleeding sunlight through the countless cracks,
I , a lone catamaran,
Stared at the infinite ocean.

The sun is coming down.
The seagulls are flying to eternity.
The lighthouse far away has started blinking
And the winds are returning home.

Gone are the days of stormy adventures.
So, are the laughters on the day of good catch.
I miss the uncertainties of tempest,
And the ballads of ******.

A sunset is the most poignant moment in the life.
All your memories out there to enchant you,
Life is all frolicking around you,
And you stare soulless, into a receding red ball.

I yearn to break free of this inaction
Push away the stack of stones holding me back.
And glide down the wet slippery sands
Out into the frothing foam of life.

Let me float anchorless where the ocean takes me.
Let the storm toss me up in the air
Let the waves batter my hull
Let me capsize in the blue salt water.

And then.... there would be peace.
Its monsoon in my part of the world. One day during my morning stroll I saw this catamaran parked ashore. It oozed solitude and melancholy

The next day I saw that the wild sea has taken it and  it had capsized and was being tossed around in the waves. A sudden sense of empathy gripped me
You Nasty Peoples
You Middle and Lower Class
You Labour Class

First you asked for Education
We gave you

Then you asked for Jobs
We gave you

Then you started getting salary
Because we gave you

Then you requested pay hike
We accepted and gave you

Then you asked for health benefits
We gave you – 'health allowance'

Then you asked for other allowances
We still gave some of them

Then you asked for promotion
We gave you

Then you started asking for bonus
We gave you

Then you asked for retirement pension
We gave you

Then you asked for retirement gratuity
We gave you

Then you asked for death gratuity
We gave you

We noticed, You always demand
You open your mouth more often

We accept your right to live
But you live to ask for rights

You always try to gain
You always try to bargain

You feel yourself very smart
But we are also not fools

If you further dare to ask for more
We will ******, all the things we gave

Slowly slowly, One by one, Step by step
We have many ways to deal with you

We have divided, we have ruled
We will divide and we will rule

First we will ****** death gratuity
Then retirement gratuity and pension

This process will go on and on
Like a ball rolling on and on

The more you demand
The more we ******

No you can't equate yourself
With our emoluments and positions

We are the Boss, We are special
You are the slave, nothing special

We will enjoy what we want
You have to bear what we want

Never try to act so smart
We are much smarter than you

Note it Down, Make it clear
You are the Beggar, We the Giver

We have the Power, We have the Money
We have the resources and the Law
And this is not so Funny.
Exploitation Continues. On which side you are???
This is a re-post of "All Change at Zima Junction."  This morning I turned in my keys after some forty years of herding cattle (metaphorically), seventeen of them with this institution.  I am unemployed for the first time since I was five or so and was set to toddling out to the chicken yard every evening to gather the eggs in an old Easter basket.  My mother said that the rooster often chased me and made me cry, but I don’t remember that.

And now - what adventure does Aslan have next for me?

The first book I bought upon returning home from Viet-Nam was the Penguin Modern European Poets paperback edition of Yevtushenko: Selected Poems.  That 75-cent paperback from an airport bookstall in San Francisco is beside me on the desk as I write.

                                     All Change at Zima Junction

                            For Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1932-2017

Everyone changes trains at Zima Junction
Changes lives; nineteen becomes twenty-one
With hardly a pause for twenty and then
Everyone asks you questions you can’t answer

And then they say you’ve changed, and ignore you
The small-town brief-case politician still
Enthroned as if he were a committee -
He asks you what you are doing back here

And then you go away, on a different train:
Everyone changes trains at Zima Junction

                           “I went, and I am still going.”1

1Yevtushenko: Selected Poems. Penguin,1962
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Purpose may be crafted out of nothing
Tools & Skills put to other uses

A Poet can write of Life
While searching for whatever amuses

Comfort in ageing is quietness
Inside where the doubts are clamouring

Peace is a mind filled with ripples
After a lifetime's endless hammering

Yes, the vistas of retirement are daunting
Left behind by a purposeful world

The book of one's life still open
But stuck on a page unturned

Sit back though and watch all the faces
Give labels and names to their expressions

See yourself walking beside them
Was that you? Were those your intentions?

It's the Noise I think is the problem
The white hiss that Time is leaking

But that noise is your system balancing
It is fresh air coming in and spring cleaning

Don't be staring ahead, just find a blank sheet
Put your name at the Bottom...
And fill it

This is not your Winter Of Discontent
But the Glorious Harvest of Autumn...
If you will it!
Thank you Lori Jones McCaffery for setting the seeds for this poem.
Tommy Randell Mar 15
At 67 my days are filled
With poetry and a dog.
The time it takes to wake,
Shower, and walk to the beach.

I pick up pebbles, she sniffs,
As we amble along.
I set my sights on the rock
Where we usually choose to be.

I get my life has led me here
Entertained by my own cliches.
Like Kermit on his stairs,
Half way is always the best place.

The tides are set as usual,
Twice a day to remind us
There are patterns and rhythms
For comfort if needed.

There is conversation too.
The dogs shouts at me,
I throw the ball,
Dependencies are conceded.

I am no old man, of course,
Modern living is kinder
Than to our parents and All.
Indeed, there are miracles -

Extra years and health galore,
Greater chances to be wiser.
Even the choice, if I may say,
To be a little less cynical.

Sea glass is common here,
Rough polished and opaque -
A bit like me these days,
Not shiney, you might say.

But there is beauty, daily.
And reason, make no mistake -
To view life with a certain grace,
And see gold amongst the greys.
Whitby, named by the Vikings of course - White Bay - has 2 miles of gently shelving yellow sand for a beach. Caldey, my seven month Fox Red Retriever, and I go there most days any weather ...
Andrew Choo Mar 7
I’m no longer a fighter,
At least not the one you once knew;
The world isn't getting brighter;
Just a little bit darker.
Friends seem farther,
Demons just a little bit closer.
With my thinking,
There’s never closure;
I can’t ever find my way.
For in the dark of night,
I seek the light of day.
Gone down the wrong road,
I'm not a prince, just a toad;
Buried beneath,
Stuck in Morse code.
Thought I could go god mode;
Super strength, all-powerful.
I thought I was incredible,
But I'm no Bruce Banner.
I thought I was invincible,
But I'm no Iron Man.
More like the Metal Man,
Meddling in affairs.
‘Cept life's not fair.

Already placed in battle,
Rifle running rattle,
I’m training like a soldier;
Thoughts crowding like cattle,
Thought I could hold her;
She's all I can think about.
Can't get her out of my head.
Used to feel alive,
Now, I'm feeling dead.
This one-sided attraction,
Self-doubt, large fraction,
Chemical chain reaction;
Rejection, hit like a wall,
Made me fall;
Like first king, Saul,
Can't stand tall.
Am I a man?
Can't hold her hand.
It's like Wendy and Peter Pan,
Lost in Neverland.
I feel paralyzed,
No vice vision;
Fast forward,
Rewind.
No direction,
I'm blind.
This is my body.
This is my mind.
Muscle-memory mimicry,
Chained down,
I thought that I was free.
Guard up,  
I thought that I could be me.

You see,
I used to be a fighter.
But I'm tired of fighting.
I should've enlisted,  
Here, I never existed.
This story's end,
Happily never after;
This decade's end,
Turning twenty-one;
My match has ended.
And I still haven't won.
Fire's been extinguished.
Fuel tank's empty.
No more will in me.
The pressure's killing me.
Bout to go off,
Time's ticking to two;
These gloves, I'm hanging up,
I'm finally through.
Points don't matter,
The price ain't right.
I ain't a Mad Hatter,
I’m down, no flight.
Insanity isn't my vanity;
I feel like I've lost my humanity,
I'm not trying to be a tragedy,
In all actuality,
I've reached my capacity;
Anxiety caused a calamity,
And, now, this is my reality.

A fighter no more,
I lost the war.
Yeah, I ain't Thor;
I may have lost my roar,
But my legacy leaves a lore.
Unworthy of the hammer,
I feel like I'm in the slammer.
Outcast like the Martian from Mars,
Stone walls and iron bars;
They say that I should  
Reach for the stars.
You’ll reach Jupiter in no time,
Just get on the grind, and climb.
They say that my writing's good;
But good was never enough.
Just gotta act tough, and
You'll get through the rough stuff.
Struggled each and every day just find a reason for It all, many times In the past thought I'd reach a certain age and never live
past
But that age has past to reach the age I'm now, made It to retirement but sadly now without my wife when I met my girl that was the only thing I'd ever
planned
for
Helen and I to reach the age of retirement together but with this government ever changing rule's to pension would have made Impossible
Any chance of this ever coming to being
sometimes I'm convinced this so-call governments plan to make pension age so high we work till we drop
dead
No need for a state pension their financial problems solved more to spend on their own greedy selves Sometimes think they'd sell
there own grandmothers to satisfy their greed for power and
riches
Personally, I think they are a disgusting excuse for human beings who destroy everything they
touch they've come
Into government like a plague
but only affecting the poor
of our country as for them
they are not
affected
For they have bought immunity with their wealth but sadly us poor folks can't afford they
will live, and we
the
poor will die and the government will become even richer on
all the money they'll save
due to the death of the poor
Im shaw this so called government Is trying to
**** us all off by raiseing
again the pension
In the bitter cold of winter
my sweetheart was taken
from me the first time In
twenty years I was now
facing winter
alone

Left with the memory of
Helen and that she'd had
her last summer and the
summers together we do
no more

The anger that's held Inside
me for she was taken far to
soon In life and the plans we
had for retirement faded just
away to dreams
Helen and I never saw retirement together
our plans just faded to dreams
Johnny walker Nov 2018
I'm just laid here on my bed nothing much to do eleven days to pension drawing day, run short
of money have to stay Indoors and save on
the money I haven't
got

Strange how only a few
months ago I was looking
forward to retiring with
my wife, which will never happen now

But In that short space of time, things have changed so
much
Finally retired but to what
a continuation of my working live no money struggling to pay bills threatening letters through my
doors
I think all those years of working and nothing to show for It all, and like American gangster almost feel like saying  "FORGET ABOUT IT"
Retired nothing to show for all those years of hard work I have to ask myself Is life for people like myself just so the
rich can have a nice retirement or am just being nieve
Clive Blake Mar 2018
I want to walk in my golden years,
On the Cornish beaches’ warm gold sands,
Where my footsteps are unhurried,
And my route is seldom planned.

I want to sit on the wooden benches,
Overlooking those dark blue bays,
I want to breath in this fresh salt air,
Until the ending of my days.

I don’t want to become immortal;
Living for forever and a day,
I just want to savour life in this world,
No matter how long or short my stay.

I don’t want my life extended for the sake of it,
With no reason or rhyme,
I just want to live in the here and the now,
And enjoy this - my quality time.
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