"kookoo" poems
The fingerprint-less hand reaches through the damp void
In search of another lucky prey.
Like a lottery, we wait for the fingers to come,
And relieve us from today.
Dismay, as the body forms so perfectly it makes you go
Kookoo!
A jump of the spirit driving in a supercharged car
On open land going 2000 miles an hour.
Why not?
Why not find our ******* and sniffity sniff sniff
Until our eyes start speaking, our lips start listening
And our noses start looking for beauty?
A kiss on the cheek of a girl with her scotch in one hand
And the other wiping tears off while George Harrison's guitar
Gently weeps.
That swaying walk under the light of a street lamp in Venice
With creaking sounds in one ear, and the wind in the other
After a long moving night.
Find. Your. Sanctuary.
Find the essence of joy between nicotine & alcohol's love making noises
While adrenaline laughs in the other room
And fatigue is missing in action.
Hold your eyes closed, and wait for the sunrise
As your soul is locked with hers
And your smile is forever anxious
Displaying the reincarnation of the essence of joy
On both your faces.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
New year comes for us, not in January first
Cos’ the sun moves to the zodiac of goat
Flowers smile, birds sings to cheer his journey
Ah…ha April came with laughter and harmony
Time for new years’ fest
The kookoo bird said staying at the west
With a whistle with happiness zest
I and thou know it’s the best
Blast of fire crackers with a huge sound
Happiness, purity, the nation found
Wee kids playing all around
Fireworks passing without a bound
Erabadu blossoms red and bright
Bending towards the new year sight
Sinhala spring through day and night
Time to have fun with a pillow fight
Being in the country with a year through spring
This is the best time which is the sun bring
Put on a smile and wash off the grin
Come everyone it’s time to swing
Sweet meats passing hand by hand
Drum beating waving as an Eastern band
Cleaning the shelter by sweeping the sand
New year’s princess, spring is on stand
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 5:44 AM UTC
There once was a pen
Who was used by Ten
He cried out Boo Hoo
When he went KooKoo
He had much Zen
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
My heart goes out to all the victims
of circumstance
Bombs bursting
Flesh torn to a tattered mess
Blood spattered
Sidewalks full of brain matter
and bones splintered
into nothing more than pick up sticks
In a world crying
and dying
for remorse,
all we see is your face
Staring
and uncaring
A toothy grin lights your dark visage
and your word for word interpretation
of your puny god's message
to dispatch the souls of the infidel
like trees felled
in a forest for not being hard enough
Just what are you trying to do?
You're all kookoo
for cocoa puffs
and the band plays along
to your song
too afraid to pass judgement
too afraid to get it wrong
You should know
that there are those of us
sitting
waiting
in the shadows
juggling our hammers
ready to lay hands of retribution on you
Just as soon as somebody says GO!
For thine eyes are filled with hate
and blood lust
and our hammers will fall for you
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
I've heard one say
Poets are crazy
Yea
Got that right
I am!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC