"luggages" poems
Blinded by the sunlight that shines so brightly,
it proceeds to massage my spectacles,
rinsing the grime away from my eyes,
there lived mankind, buildings, plants, and animals,
but where was I, unaware of the planet I saunter,
I look in amazement, unborn to what to forecast,
but then I distinguished the dark side, somber and bleak,
impoverished skeletons walking hunchbacked, desperately
scrambling for silver, as so to purchase a bottle of liquor and a burger to indulge his vacancy that absents him,
as I trek my way further into this metropolis,
I hear a sudden commotion arising from the right direction,
it begins to steer me that way, luring me in deeply there was a mass of onlookers chanting on, of what seemed to be two individuals pummeling one another into a bloodbath, but then it escalated, the crowd began to all partake in the beating and it caused a mayhem, that was uncontrolled, I bolted the scene, protecting my mask from getting dismantled, as suddenly I hear a very deafening noise, it was a four wheeler wagon, that speedily amtrac it's way towards the locus in which we was in, everyone scattered the scene, as the people who dressed in uniform annihilated the scene, putting an outright stop to the madness that occurred, forestalling future procreation from the participants, my heart shriveled and I gasped for air, I ran aimlessly into a town that was lively and sunny, as I saw mankind playing sports, clubbing, riding nice convertibles, homes were futuristic, plants were vegetated, smiles and giggles were infectious, everyone was cheerful and amused enjoying this utopian I discovered, it was care-free, as folks walked in suit and ties, formal dresses, luggages entering and exiting, dialect as clear as caribbean sea, friendly animals chaperoned by their owner, "where am I?", "what was this strange but yet interesting soil I embark on?", ..... I don't know, but it closes me in like a maze and I'm forced to live as they.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
in a city
where i cannot stay
off to an unknown town
i will fly away
for a new start
and better days
i'm only here
to be sane
thirty boxes
in which my whole life lays
packed and set to minimum
full and heavy luggages
pictures and books and letters
all memories packed away
with everything and everyone
i'm leaving in dismay
it's nobody's fault
i just need to get away
but in this dreadful city
my love stays
my source of happiness
and i simply cannot walk away
but in three years dear
he'd promised he will wait
in three years
back to this hell of a place
but not for too long
only to see my beloved's face
fill in the gaps of our missing time
once more to feel his embrace
but in time i will leave again
somewhere far away
a place i've never seen
where no one knows my name
and i will keep the same routine
pack, say goodbye, and fly away
consumed by wanderlust
stuck in a place for too long
i cannot stay
-djs
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
As we wander through the dunes rhythm,
The blistering sun jaunts across,
Exhibiting the elegance of the sanguine sands,
A ravishing roots of colours,
Whirling on the Sahara,
The beautiful blue skies,
Their true reflection,
With delight we trail from audaghust to the inlands,
In a waddling gait,
The heavy luggages on humps,
Are the loads of luxury bade by kumbi saleh,
The camels and jockeys pride themselves in it flamboyant environs,
And our thobes and keffiyeh makes merry,
In the breeze of sacred grove trees,
Mesmerizing the aesthetics of Arab architecture,
Treking through the routes of Tjilmasa to Tehrent,
In the comfort of the oases,
Replenishing our thirst and fatigue,
With benevolent breeze from palms and peaches,
Glancing at the magnificent mirages pearls,
We sight the atlas mountains,
And its Maghreb,
Caravan
A Poem Written By,
Historian E.Lexano
©March 8,2015
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
ten months away
two with you
after hours and days
flying from and to
ten months apart
postcards
letter stamps
phone cards
five hour phone calls
exceeding text limits
occasional fights
and constant I miss you's
two months together
formal dates
long walks
take out food
sincere talks
hugging and kissing
and hand holding
not having to worry
about one of us leaving
then come the hours of dreading
heavy luggages
heavy crying and sobbing
plane tickets
one of us will be flying
tears and sadness
hugs and kisses
the airport had witnessed
our love more than anything else
and after this day
i'll be back to being away
two thousand one hundred sixty eight
miles away from you
but this is not the end
i'll see you again
-djs
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
With audacity. I arrived late at the terminal naked. Skycaps took my diminutive luggages away on skateboards. At the gate I vanished
Then a moment later boarding the jet without feet. Take off. Is her reaching on tiptoes to kiss me. I'm so high aero plane crawls by like seconds
The descent happens like falling asleep, landing like crashing and leaping awake.
I'm departing the cabin of imagination
down hallways, check in
Pick up baggage
Gone
Approaching exit
So cool
like low riders
A whole universe
Materialize here
Doors automatically
Step back
I'm gone
In fits and terror
I arrived like
Astronauts
A lover's letter
I'm when pigs fly,
Hell freezes over,
I'm baby Jesus returned
Two guns, fussin &fightin;
I was so gone
That for a moment
I thought I was God!
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
black faded ink on parchment paper
these were the days
we knew dreams and eternity.
coffee stains on white fitted sheets
these were the days
we knew bliss and love
broken frames and burning cheeks
these were the days
we knew agony and nightmares
tequila shots, filling luggages and hasty departures
that was the day
I knew vacuity and broken promises
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
What is this train doing
To me?
Going to all the wrong places
And has the driver no control?
Other passengers are screaming as if homeless
To persuade the driver to take this trembling namby-pamby sick ****
To their own favourite towns.
When I sit quietly in an infrequently haunted compartment,
the wasted smell from the toilet
And these riotous noises
Of the driver failing, the train stopping at lonely stations
and others howling unnecessary caps locks and exclamation marks
Infiltrate my senses and at the end of this journey,
You can see through the flimsy permeability
The holes are so prominent
Yet light doesn't enter. The train's timings are weird - all in the night.
The train gets derailed at one point due to the ruckus,
on fire and the searchlight came very late,
didn't notice my quivering queer hand rise amidst a burnt heap of luggages of people who led to this ravaging
managed to creep out of the train at the right moment,
And desolated for the moses to grow inside this melted metal mess and through the rest of me.
This is too big a coffin for me- unceremonious, caliginous and under the open sky
There's not much of me left to give back to.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
I've seen people heave luggages of the Past toward promises of the Future, trampling the Present in their way.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
I hope you know
That i gave up my world
To give you the freedom that you want
So that you can fly
Without me tied around your neck,
Or me weighing you down with all of my luggages
To let you soar in the new airspace
I really, really hope that you do now
Because i really am not
And all in all
You were really all i had
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
She left.
Left with silk robes and leather luggages.
I was left.
Left with soiled pennies and a running box fan propped on the window seal.
I see the rooms, side by side.
Coral blue and pastel pink.
I dread to walk by.
Therefore I drown in bitter pungent misery.
Nothing but day old tuna and concentrated orange juice in the fridge.
She complained.
I drowned.
I anguish over how I misused my love.
Its too late.
Can't take back the knuckle shaped bruises,
The dried tears.
I admit,
We were young in that pickup truck of 1972.
Sorry for dragging you in my bitter pungent misery.
Watching all of it leave the door has me drown.
Its my birthday.
I sit alone gorging and filling in cake to escape the taste of,
Beer.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC