"queueing" poems
nefarious nested newfound
minds gather in dim-lit bedroom
shining with love.
taking seconds from an
extended time frame.
what eludes to harm done
comes from adultration
of a vision - friendship.
it's been said, no loyalty with
dope fiend drugdrugsdrug addicts.
when under the greensmoke
light of a cracked window
and wheezing-- OH the wheezing--
of youth taking
extra time to become
tomorrow's electronic future.
it's gonna be different
than yester-year, dear.
20% of our feeble country
engages indulges
in this ancient sacredity
&as; for you, my dear ones,
sitting in the dark,
jeopardy, saw IV, daft's
harderbetterfasterstronger
--"i've never seen so many colours!"
my heart calls as yours does,
for a future we're waking up to.
we're not violent vicious vile
backstabbing cold-mongers.
if anything,
laughing at them.
quoting movies, queueing memories.
preparing for world dissolution.
i hate the bane too, kids, but we
know who we are.
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 6:05 AM UTC
You never taught me how to love
Amongst the tangled laces
In between picking me up
You never told me how to feel
Lost in the laundry
Innocent and carefree
You never taught me how to be needed
Amongst the wandering souls of adulthood
In between falling apart
You never told me how to heal
Lost in the stations
Queueing without patience
You never taught me how to mend
Amongst the pieces of broken hearts
In between pretending to love
You never told me what it was
Lost in the clichés
Waiting for the right day
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
There's more if you want - an unending supply,
love, from the heart as big as the sky,
you're equipped to deal with stars and diamonds,
look too hard and you will find no reasons
My mother always wished for generous arms,
brothers and sisters queueing to take turns,
I did not wish because I already had -
my surroundings, my castle, my very own dad
There were outings, love and ice-cream,
an aura like nothing that you've ever seen;
now it's not enough - who is in denial?
perhaps after all we were only on trial
You can take over your soul if you dare,
where is it written that anything is fair?
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
The line is long.
Am I in the right queue?
Why do they use those stretchy barriers?
Why does the queue next to me seem to be moving faster?
Security checks. Everywhere you go, look or turn, a security check.
Look at the cameras and the border control officials, do they have to queue?
Shuffle movement up ahead.
Tinny old time music playing on a loop.
How many times do I have to hear "The wheel of fortune"? It goes round, I get it. Unlike this **** line, it's not going straight, curved, zig zag or anywhere, I swear if Kay Starr doesn't shut up about that ******* wheel I'll staple her to one and roll her down a hill.
No, wait, she's dead, ******
Wait, the line is moving, yes!
End of the queue coming up, oh look a poster "Anything to declare?"
Does boredom count?
If yes follow the red line,if no proceed through the green exit.
Yes, finally, green for me.
NO, I've nothing to declare, stop, take me back to the green exit.
The wheel of fortune goes spinning around
The music stops, a tinny voice is heard
"Welcome to purgatory. Your stay is dependent upon truth, honesty and atonement. Please conduct any queries or questions via your religious belief system and representatives"
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
The Brits are good at queueing
the Yanks are good at sueing
Italians are good at wooing
and I don't know what I'm doing
If no one tells me while I'm waiting
time waits for no man only destiny
the French are good at rugby
enthusiastic, they might even hug me
The Australians are good at everything
didn't they used to be English - sickening
the Indians are very good at curry
but now we can get it in Surrey
Terrorists are no good to man nor beast
now just tell me what you like least.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Today is the first day of Spring,
a significant moment when we shift into
a different rhythm of sleep and wakefulness.
When the dark turns back on itself
like thick rind peeled from a fruit
to reveal its golden glow.
That warm feeling returns,
not just superficially - much deeper.
Time has chance to saunter - people do too.
They find a moment to talk with each other-
too hot to rush off to wherever it is they're going.
****
Queueing in the supermarket requires patience.
People casually chat at the checkout
exchanging snippets of gossip as though
they've not spoken to a soul all winter.
Patiently I wait in line at the rapid-serve
with my punnet of strawberries,
their tempting fragrance filling my nostrils.
For a moment I am elsewhere-
in a sunlit field, hovering over row on row
of undulating furrows, where shy fruit
hides under spread leaves-
the ones that got away you might say.
Abruptly, my distant view's obscured
by an unfamiliar voice:
You are English-yes?
I had been studying his back,
muffled in a woolly facade of Tweed.
For him, it was still Winter.
Ah - An English rose - yes!
He tells me how I resemble his wife
and how she adored strawberries.
(simultaneously he waves over his shoulder
to somewhere in the past)
He says he will never forget her,
that once you stop remembering,
eighty years of life becomes meaningless.
A warmness spreads between us
like the weight of a cello concerto.
A kind of sad happiness.
Later in the day, under the almond tree,
I **** on season's first fruit.
My tongue curls around a mouthful of
forgotten language.
I am not disappointed.
It is impossible to believe how good it tastes-
like life sometimes,
when strangers offer a few kind words,
filling the days with sweetness-
the Summer coming.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Humans have long trespassed and
destroyed animal territories.
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats,
felling trees to build human habitations.
Now the tables were turned
Humans quarantined in house arrest,
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen had a fields day roaming upon roads, crossing the streets. Reclaiming the once jungle lands
turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution, nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars
instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure.
Animals were shut in cages
while now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay
for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control,
like they are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 2:33 PM UTC
Here is the hotspot:
a meander of people --
queueing for a shot.
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The Welcome signposts
lead me deep into the maze --
At Shot I am out.
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 4:24 AM UTC
She's queueing up for a drink
Warm hands hug her from behind
Diagonally across her front
They feel safe
They feel like home
She grasps the arms
Turns her head
Ever
So
Slightly
Stares into his eyes
They smirk as they move
Closer till their breaths mix
And's light, smooth, nothing
Like she had ever imagined
Oh, it's so much better
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
Synapses
A scien’terrific, spiri’tool
To fool around with; a reality
The best of microscopes can see
And measure.
Pure arithme-ticking over,
Showering the brain with light;
Sparks queueing up in scans,
A cue to IQ variations, and
The more the better.
Riches of all human wishes lying there
Waiting to be bared then shared:
Nature in infinitude.
One good turn deserves another;
One good synapse serves another.
“Wakey, wakey” here comes knowledge!
Insights new, fresh out of college!
Insights causing you to grow;
Daring you to dare to go;
Blowing horns you dared not blow.
Synapse and invention new;
By definition a new you.
I’m signing off with love (or luff),
This synapse stuff the glove
That warms,
Synapses’ arms
The magic charm.
Synapses 12.9.2017 Circling Round Science II; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
i'm not even 30...
i can rewrite my
autobiography mind you,
to catch a sunday edition
of the newspaper
and the delayed capital investments
for all those journalists
cooing and queueing for more
statistic in leather of whipped obedience!
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
Buying, vying for space in the crush.
Queueing, rueing the race to spend.
Sighing, desiring a place to sit,
a vacant seat another target.
But this time shaded and discrete.
A place of grace to contemplate
what pleases and how it teases,
leaving the blight of appetite.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
Akasaka, from
A moment of cautious hope,
Thirty minutes late.
Miyashita Park,
We held hands in Shibuya,
We kissed on the stairs
Aoyama, a
Day of Paris and queueing,
Opalescent nails.
Ginza after dark,
Octopus and old-fashioned,
A black dress, my suit
Ni-chou-me, lemon
Sours, Italian jokes,
Stumble home with me
Ebisu, in blue
After weddings and babies,
Pizza and a film
Shinjuku, a shirt
For warmer days, a night of
Sunsets and pasta
Meguro, two bowls
With dumplings and rice, a walk
Back home through the rain
Shinagawa, to
A place far away; promise
You’ll come back to me
Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 8:46 AM UTC