"roker" poems
Nahh ainkh khuli ,nahhh mai sunn paya...
Maa ke pait mai rehker bhi maina apna parivar ka pyaar paya...
Jab ainkh khuli ,toh roker pura hospital sirr per uthaya ....
Phir Papa ki godi mai sirr rakhker hee mujha thoda chain aaya....
Pheli baar ghar aake , thoda mann dagmagaya....
Dada dadi ko paas dekhker,firrr maii zorr se khilkhilaya....
Jab naam sochne ki baari aayi....
Toh bua ne kaan mai naam pyaar se fusfusaya ....
Bade hokar bhi chota ke sath khelna...
Aisa charitra maina apna hee parivaar mai h paaya...
School jane ki umar mai bhi...
Har parivaar ke sadasye ko hai maina satya...
Kabhi woh dila do, yaa kabhi yeh dilado hee harr baar hai chilaya...
Harr divas ko hamne pura harsh aur ullas ke sath banya....
Pyaar se sath rehna ka hee humna hamesha se wachan h khaya....
Sabke dhurr jana ke baad bhi....
Maine apna parivaar ko hee paas paya...
Harrr sukh dukh mai unhona hee mujha sabke sath rehna sikhaya...
Apna parivaar se dhurr jake bhi...
Maina uhna harrr jagah h paaya...
Voice call aur video call ne hee unka pyaar h mujh tak pahuchaya....
Maa ki mamta ne hee maano jaisa mujha iss kadar banaya...
Jo maina apna parivaar ka itna pyaar h paaya...
Maarte wakt bhi mera parivaar ne hee mujha kahnde per uthaya...
Ainshu aur apni yaadeino ko bhula krr hee mujha mera parivaar ne jalaya....
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Like that Batman character
He’s the Joker
But it’s clear to one and all
He’s no Al Roker
As a weatherman
He’s less than mediocre
And he’s no prognosticator
Of who'll get a soaker
He warned the folks
Who live in Alabama
That Hurricane Dorian
Would no doubt slam her
And he didn’t even
Say it with a stammer
Which caused meteorologista
Everywhere to clamor
The man’s lacking in curiosity
And doesn’t study
Reports that he should see
Like Marvin Gaye, all I can say
Is, “Mercy mercy me.”
He’s the leader of our nation
But, how could that be?
When he’s on vacation permanently
Lying is like
Breathing to him
See he prevaricates
On a mere whim
And the chances that he’ll change
Are none to slim
Because his prognosis has gone
From bad to grim
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
The hate that I carry for certain things is somewhat irrational.
Like local news, national news, **** I just hate them all.
Corn on the cob, a ****** slob, neither of these are appealing.
Al ****** Roker a **** hand in poker or the noise of tires squealing.
Exhausted cliches' the word cliche and **** you Betty White.
She's not that funny, she's not even clever, to tv she's but a slight.
If you tell me your christian I won't even listen to what you have to say.
I could bid you ado or say **** you, each and every day.
Don't get me wrong I know of my hate, I said it doesn't make sense.
Capitalism ***** poodles are ugly and voting just makes me tense.
Now tell me how I've killed your vibe you karma believing ****
It doesn't exist no need to persist, your insistence will get you naught.
Very old knots, those ****** themed slots, and even the unicorn.
I'd strap his *** to a watering board and saw off that ****** horn.
You want something pretty? A little less ****** Than all my putrid hate.
I'm good at this game and I know that it's lame and by now it's getting late.
For now I must leave you I probably won't grieve you and I won't say that I'm sorry.
I needed to write I do it in spite of the fact I have no talent.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC