"agglomeration" poems
i place my head beside her thigh
as if to sleep in her warmth,
I say Twosday,
she says,what?
I repeat, Twosday,
Yes, she say, it is,
pausing to consider
and connect
my dots:
Ha, you’re writing a poem!
“head connected to my thigh bone,
drawing from within me,
the necessary ingredients to
inspire, perspire,-and respire
this agglomeration of the
in and out of your surroundings
contacting pulses”
I think, ah,
she’s got it,
but all I say and
state with definiteness,
by repeating,
and breathing out
Toosday, Twosday!
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
An agglomeration of accomplishments
Trophies enameled with false hope
And worth their weight in insignificance
They keeping piling up endlessly
Scatter them around this ice-cold structure we call home
So we can marvel at the sight of them
In our blissful illusion
Let the realism invade our psyches
To claim it’s rightful place.
Tethered to this pedestal
The highest I have ever seen
It is a long way down this precipitous slope
I want to descend
Then smash it to smithereens
Finger nails peeling off
As I scratch away at the wall
To tear it down so I can flee
Out
Of this womb of perpetuated cloistered existence.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
Decade of decades thru’
Crawled, walked and ran amuck
Flied, cruised, dived n’ delved
Stumbled, fumbled and tumbled
Blithe, he, the centenarian!
Transited and trespassed
All seasonal fare and furor
Of quirks, quacks and quakes,
Of chaos, canards and concords
Of fun, frolic and foolish
Neither did his debilitating diabetes got him scared
Nor hyperbolic hypertension placed him scourged
Death dared not break his breath; he is fit to the core
But the day is not too far for him to rest his oar
Fantastic phantasmagorias reeling
Through the clumsy chip of his mind
Century past was his prolonged sanctuary,
Reminisced he in awe, what he saw;
From rude n’ rustic paths to roadways,
From wading to waterways and skyways
Blowing cannons turning into zooming rockets
Swords and knifes on to guns n’ pistols
Heels of horses over to powered wheels
Wars broke into battles and battles unto wars, of course,
Anarchy of monarchy tamed and tuned to democracy
Candled kingdoms switched over to electrified nations
Electronic wizards brought life easy, cozy, busy and rosy
All was well that went but not so well as it wanted
The glitter of stars vanished in horizon
In the gutter of urban agglomeration
Greenhouse gases displaced the granary of greenery
None bothered of the smothered mother earth
Human values sunk in exchange of currency
Poor like him left their prayers unanswered since
“Does it carry any sense for me to hit century” he surmised
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
You—
Beautiful life-form, or abomination—
Are a culmination,
Agglomeration of a life’s worth of
Experiences thus far.
All of them,
The good and the bad,
Have resulted in you—
And here you stand,
A unique entity of the atomic form,
A breathing, living creature
At the height of the current moment.
You have
The power—
Whether it be to trust fate,
Or to follow your intuitions—
To ultimately
Forge a path of your own.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
Fallacious masks embodied with despondency and pessimism;
Darkened notions of subconciousness painted with an agglomeration of colours and shapes.
We are too naïve.
A plinth of porcelain holds an emptiness full of blasphemy,
As if it were an ornament of the prodigal son.
Our insides turn from white to crimson,
And the outside world maintains its tarnished brass colour,
Counterfeiting gold.
We are all covered in the inordinate dirt of our sins.
Wash your body well and let the blue lead you home.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
You may own my water
but you can't drink my distance
I brew my coffee
far too bitter
Makes mornings
Mellows the litter
blowing along a curb
in the shadows
of houses
worn
by winter
I see you off--
in some warm cottage
Watching
plantations grow the beans
for all the world it seems
has been a subsidiary of
some agglomeration
Little brown people busy
owning nothing
work the soil
while I die without
moving the earth
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC