#subjugation
In I came to Dublin town,
Riding one fine morning,
I spied some Johnny Bullies
And I started off a'cussing!
Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave the whiskey,
Leave the grub.
Tell the king
To go **** off
And stay in his doe-hog hovel.
O'er glens of An Cabhán
There flew a rag of red,
I tore it off from where it hung
And ripped it all to shreds!
Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Leave the rope & iron.
Tell the king
To go **** off,
Lest he would rather violence.
In Londonderry & Belfast,
Pleasant little branches,
We'll grow ourselves gigantic oaks
Uproot their picket fences!
Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave the whiskey,
Leave the grub.
Tell the king
To go **** off
And stay in his doe-hog hovel.
Say the hounds are all but slept,
Yet I still hear the barking.
I think it restful pouting
Readying for a real good bouting!
Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Leave the rope & iron.
Tell the king
To go **** off,
Lest he would rather violence.
Hard to find good honest work,
When of royal or noble;
Hard to find good honest work
If they claim you're not loyal!
Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Tell the king
To go **** off,
And kindly don't respond.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 7:07 PM UTC
This turkey pardon is nonsense,
Clearly symbolic.
But people seem to
No longer grasp the extent
To which that symbolism goes.
The gobblers which we free,
Where do they go?
To live out their lives in solitude
On a quiet reserve.
The rest?
Well, we just put them to death
Enshrined in a yearly ritual slaughter.
Nothing like that situation of the natives
When we boil off all the water..
And you may say,
"You think of it too much,
Sign to it too much importance."
But I say you think too little
And too small.
You think of all the easements
As entitlements
And not ones which we took
Through invasion and subjugation.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 8:44 PM UTC
When they offer you olives,
Rip the branch from their hands
And beat the fruit off.
The soil is ripe,
Right is might;
Who cares for leaves & petals to fall?
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 6:04 PM UTC
From us it virtually generates,
a vivid dictionary entry form
it mimicks.
Gets to assess/anticipate storm,
bypassing sabotage
with emulation at its core
It clicks with us.
If one were to create
this paravessel
subject to pitfalls so critical,
its snappy truths would mislead
A whole review
that's faster than a line to read.
Does it mean that
i owe you nothing,
i still may dwell
on my valuable ****** experience?
These patterns seem
an oxymoron:
Efficient yet alarming.
If one were to contemplate
so peculiar a world,
Full of next-gen era
outlandish jobs,
Be based on this extrapolation
let it not.
I carry substance,
Although disproportionately,
Which you might overuse,
misjudge, or subjugate.
They meddle with it,
the tech-savvy reptiles.
We may further copypaste
and carry no substance
other than what we had
disproportionately created.
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 5:11 AM UTC
#
*Aw **** another apology
for what it is she hasn't done
there's a coat, wore
a done, done--
one, never to be undone
And she'll wear it, yet can't share-it
but with something like this
it can't be helped
but, to share it
It is every where.
They say they care
so why in the **** are you pulling
out all your hair.
Maybe they just don't care
about anything
but what it is you'll wear
so they don't have to.*
#
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
_To Jess_
She wanted to bury me alive
but i will (not) hand her the shovel
to dig my grave.
She wanted to ignite me
but i will (not) bathe in gasoline
and revel in the incense.
i almost thought i saw heaven
when hell had me at hello,
almost.
But i am flesh and fire,
i am iron and ice.
Do I burn?
And burn and burn,
reduce her
down to
ashes
and
(if I have to)
light the torch
to My lungs, My bones,
My skin, My blood and My sanity,
Burn and burn and burn until
nothing
is left of
Me
just to cremate her?
(*as I yell with shortness of breath,
"sic semper tyrannis!*")
or do i fall
and let her take all?
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
Again, they have bloomed
bringing sudden doom
the flowers began to sprout
i-t'was the black ink
which spoiled the drink
that brought the flora about
wispy and wavy
the roots grew so veiny
and pretended to be so tame
Similar to another
more sinister flower
we gave this one a new name
We called it Off-White
because it just wasn't quite
as offensive behind our eyes
and later that night
as they suffered, in fright
our neighbors began to die
What had begun
right before the sun
was the flowers took shape and form
They began to change
into an old vein
of flower we had abhorred
But it was too late
the flowers, with haste
selected their victims at last
and in the morning
right after our yawning,
we still hadn't learned from our past
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
In a moment of silence and solitude,
I stand dumfounded in my inner being,
Unable to understand
this life's turmoil.
What to say, what to do?
And above all how to move?
Lost in the labyrinths of my mind.
Oh merciful Lord take pity on us,
Bestow grace, in our hour of entanglements.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
Enthralled
To feel the fresh morning
breeze,
In a desert of simmering heat,
Your smile and fluttering
eyelashes are akin to such.
Calm as the midnight sky,
Showering in a cool spring,
Your soothing voice on the
phone washes over me.
Vastness of open oceans,
Connecting the vast continents,
So too does thoughts of you
Fill my heart ... bridging the
distance.
Rhythmic your walk and sway,
Captivating is your movements,
My thoughts center on the desires you titillate.
Welcome song of opening
flowers,
The alluring notes and scents,
You bring all that to my mind,
Capturing me, I'm enraptured.
Your demeanor excites me to no end,
Exciting and wonderful, your beauty,
For you I am ever ready to serve,
Your love has me fully enthralled.
© Perveiz Ali
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
Progress?
Past:
The days were ever beautiful,
Golden rays and singing waves,
Soothing were such greetings.
Enthusiasm fed by nature's gifts,
Birds dancing amid bright colors,
Spirits raised into heights aloft.
Cheerfulness embedded in goodwill gestures,
Happy steps among aromatic breezes,
Many smiling and giving greetings.
Encouraging words given freely,
Unselfish acts abounded the streets,
Calm nights bathed in twinkling stars.
Now :
Cursing mornings and frightful rays,
Rising to yet another day of misery,
Slothful and devious conspiracies weaved.
Curtains drawn... scared to open,
What new horrors to behold delayed,
The nights wrongs, no rush to behold.
Morning meal's meager if any at all,
Now out into this cruel reality to forage,
Bracing for what fate will now reveal.
The birds sing of sorrowful tales,
Their melodies seem sad and bleary,
Merchants washing fronts..is that blood?
Checking faces to see if any is missing,
Heads shaking hearts pumping in fear,
What next will be the news? Paradise hijacked.
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
Fractured Love
The calm nights of twinkling stars,
Brought us out to view their beauty.
We would sit watching in a warm embrace,
Professing our love for each other,
Good times together we did have my love.
Our dedication was to each other so strong.
The long walks together in spring,
Among the lovely blossoms of color.
Life was grand with our love intact,
Eyes glistened with love so sweetly passionate.
Then we drifted far apart, tied to separate lives,
We tried to keep the embers lit and burning.
But alas it was not to be as the flames died,
The stars seem so far away and dim now.
Our eyes now glistening from wet tears,
Our destiny together now fractured.
Two trains on separate tracks passing by,
Our journey now separate and isolated.
Could we have salvaged the feelings?
Can we still be friends as the love is in flight?
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Circles
Where does one start or end in an oval?
You travel long and hard to only reach nowhere.
Any direction brings us back to starting point,
Trekking and swaying to different ends.
East to West or North to South it's all the same.
Should I say I am ill to cease this wandering,
Tracking after love has me frustrated.
All efforts seem in relative vain to make,
She has me in a quandary as to my next step.
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
Lift Me Up
Oh half white merciful sky of ours!
Take a whirl to create a wind,
To hoist me over the "hind,"
To a place I love and call "Joveria".
Where I would be as cheerful as I can,
Where the scenes are akin to a painter's canvas.
Lovely landscapes that bring bright smiles,
Capable to erase all my sad miseries.
And the lovely echoes of soothing whispers,
That balm and soothe my ears.
To roam over the land of happiness,
Free of fear, now carefree and loving it.
(*Hind is another name for India
Joveria.. Is the name of romantic heaven... Coined by me )
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
Soaring
Oh wind! Can you give my lady and I a ride.
Lift us aloft to soar thru the blue skies,
Surrounded by the waves of romantic clouds.
A journey to ease the pain of wasted years,
Can a chariot be ours to ride in?
Where hand in hand we can soar and sing,
Gliding in the air with joy and love blooming.
Would that this were possible for us,
A way to be alone to rekindle fading love.
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
Et tu Brute
You came in, with a smile to die for,
A smile that melted hearts and united.
Together we seemed to be on a mission,
To attain a level of individual perfection.
Our boat started to row in smooth tandem,
An undulating ride on a sea of happiness.
The breezes seemed to sing in chorus,
The birds sang with the joy of spring.
On cloud nine I was dancing a jig,
Happiness enveloped me all around.
Then came the trials and stormy gales,
Tensions growing as walls were erected.
Faults stood out glaringly, a sore sight.
No compromise reached as gut reactions thrived,
Gold and granite were not differentiated.
Grouses kept hidden till roots rotted,
Then severance with heated sharp blade.
Shocked am I at the vitriol spewed,
Et Tu Brute? Then die Caesar no point in living!
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
How many massacres must we endure?
How does killing others, changes procure?
How many suicide bombers are being born?
Do their consciences ever leave them torn?
How many terrorist sympathizers we call friend?
Hardliners preaching terror is the new trend?
When next must innocent blood be spilled?
Inhumanity to man by man whose heart is hate filled?
When does the nightmares finally end?
Is peace and harmony around the next bend?
© Perveiz Ali
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
It is all now done in vain,
To pretend in a state of pain.
To look through tears like rain,
It still remains just a game.
We struggle to remain sane,
Even as the horrors are plain.
Who shall we seek to blame?
As we wallow in this shame.
Sweet nectar now bitter strain,
As the sacrifices are in vain.
Our honor now deeply stained,
Our wounds now so inflamed.
To the heavens our necks craned,
We pray the hardships to be waned.
© Perveiz Ali
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
How can I say
yes, I agree to you.
When it is not you
but the forced being
induced in you?
Calling love a rose but
a fragrance free rose.
How can I imagine
Emotions that are
beaten in and out,
without a soul?
Do you mean that
Fishes fly?
And birds swim?
Of which wonder you
speak?
Unable to grasp the
Lessons you teach.
To the one who
believes in love
The love of art,
the love of life,
Emotions so strong.
And so you preach,
there is no thing
called love?
What then is the
emotions called?
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
of soul soothing play,
unique in it's own way.
To join our hands
and walk over the Sands.
Dreams of lands,
adorned by scintillating star bands.
Together we breathe and
share the lovable air,
Full of aroma and sweet
scents of pine.
Let's start to clear the
clouds of fear,
Make love not sparingly,
in actions of passion.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
On a journey of delightful imagination,
The facets of which had no explanation.
A loving nature that was beyond measure,
Became for me this sweet tender treasure.
My beloved gave me love like the Pacific,
My heart is filled with her waves so terrific.
Her vast desires has me overwhelmed,
From where this great passion stemmed?
© Perveiz Ali
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
Innocence Denied
Oh dear! Let me open my heart,
To let you read what I am.
What my thoughts are composed of,
The turmoil that's on my soul.
Share the angst of my existence,
Give light to the pain of my oppression.
Am I difficult? Or am I so deprived,
Let them say what they want.
But Alas! Chaos and confusion reigns,
Should we bow to devious tyranny?
To be held by them, against our will?
To write our destiny in blood?
They wish to ****** our free will,
Soaked in streaming blood.
Should we stand firm or cave in?
On the lines to be handed the scraps,
Objectors dragged and humiliated.
Charged for crimes we didn't commit,
Ye innocent and chastised souls.
We seek only liberty and real freedom,
To enjoy the fruits of happiness in shade.
No longer prisoners of political ambiguity,
Our will finally to be imposed is out wish.
© Perveiz Ali
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
Death Reigns
Where to register you?
My dearest brother and sister!
Among the rebels or adherents?
Has this paradise so devolved?
Discharge of bullets now common,
Pactised length and breath freely.
Terrorists claiming to fight terrorists?
The license handed to oppressors.
Teens out to spectate the show,
Never to walk home evermore.
Souls lost and bodies bloodied,
Who bears the guilt of wanton slaughter?
Lust for violence in their hearts,
So easily to fire into a crowd?
No difference between agitators and innocents?
A people whose lives mean so little?
How do you justify the loss of humanity?
Blood shed and death reigns victorious,
Young lives lost... A future gone dark.
© Perveiz Ali
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Rugged terrain adorned with hills and valleys,
Uncertainty and ambiguity the follies.
Do's and don'ts are added complexities,
In these engulfing and unending mazes.
A vulnerable life with sad macabre tales,
Abused then frustrated by legal scales.
Thought you were insulated from denigration,
Lessons learned from such humiliation.
This is a land of too much denied freedom,
Committed to madness in an archaic kingdom.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC