"speciality" poems
From the outside he is unfinished and grotesque
A figure conjured up by a devilish intelligence
Out to shock the world with his ghoulish antics
For who could find such glee in such contortion
But as always poor **** sapiens is off the mark
For inside this morbid cask of human digression
Lies a trove of bountiful beauty in aesthetic abandon
The beauty inside the man is the work of a maetsro
Poetry that seizes the imagination is his speciality
And music that arrests even the gods is his forte
So be not hasty to judge what you see before you
Let the scales that blind your inner vision drop off
And there before your newly-tutored eyes
Will lie an essence of such beauty as you can never imagine
Loudly proclaiming the worth of the person inside the shell
And how disability is only a layer that when peeled off
Unveils the inimitable jewel inside in its range and depth
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
It is funny to see banners wishing Happiness displayed with cinematic glamour,
the pictures and hordings of Banner heroes.
The one at Tannery Road junction was peculiar to mention.
Here it was common
The captions "Happy" used to summon names of sundry festivals-Local and national, even internstional.
What's uncommon was the bold prints
of a hero's name ARUMALAI outshining
The caption and his larger than life picture establishing the photographer's digital brushing skills.
A passer by wondered who'd be this Arumalai,
Is he so great as to be advertised in polivynil?
His glorious deeds may be what they want you to heed
Still never ever seen or heard of his manners
Anywhere than in these motley banners
Just as a function
at the Tannery road junction
Each one passed by this colossal glance attracted provoking protracted ruminance what do this expensive banners really mean?
In another occasion
the glaring glorifying picture
of ARUMALAI followed the tag
Corporator,
Below the man posing a DICTATOR.
That was a period to a period of mystery!
Banners changed with seasons
with greetings on religious occasions
Festivals of importance
Birthdays of men even
with crowded profiles of hailers
Whose unrully manners
Too clogging up the banners
Like a wanted list of jailors.
One day a strange banner
hooked by the Tannery cross over
Spooked and shocked every passer-by
There the usual banner cut out
the larger than life image blings-out
Arumalai the BBMB corporator
Posing as dictator!
There was no wish of any kind.
It was a notice startling any mind
The sad demise of ARUMALAI
The BBMB corporator
Still possed as dectator
By his living promoters.
"He was sick and the local dispensary advised a minor operation.
He was administered
the necessary treatment.
Was referred to a super-speciality
centre and was declared dead.
His sad demise was advertised, he was forty.
His chummies complained of medical negligence", was the only news summary
in major news papers...
What was the reason for the minor surgery
What're the preparations
for the corporator's operation
All are mystery for a causal itinerary
passer by crossing over the Tannery Road junction, wondering at the strange envountering with banners
that come and go
Keeping no annals
Floating on the mind for a while
Stopping at the red's knell,
Moving with the green signal
The rise and fall of heroes
As binary one and zero
The banners tell a story tertiary
Of the rise and fall of a luninary
Within a plane ofmomentary
Variation of red and green
On the Tannery road's screen.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
Yehi toh khaasiyat hai waqt ki
Waqt ko yaad bantay waqt nahi lagta
(Urdu and Hindi)
English translation
This is the speciality of time
It doesn't take much time...for time to become a memory
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
Hasta La Pasta!
She stands in the doorway
As is her wont,
Bidding adieu to the retreating figure
Who spent the night in
Adoration of the Magi,
Her charms, her hair,
Her serpentine figure most fair,
And scribbling on Hello Poetry
Till his eyes said, no mas!
The retreating figure that be me,
Late for work at 7:20.
Over the shoulder I exclaim,
Hasta Mañana!
Which is silly because
My return is faithfully guaranteed,
Every eve for as long as I live!
She laughs and replies,
Hasta la Pasta!
Stop in my tracks,
About face and in woeful Italian,
Do exclaim, in a deeply serious timbre,
Hasta la Pasta?
Basta!
(Italian for "that-does-it")
You can have my love, my soul,
But leave to me the labor of poetry.
Loving you with words is
my domain, the speciality of my terrain,
So no more hasta la pasta if you please,
And by the bye, I would love some
Tonight, say around eight,
At a restaurant where the moon is
The only light illuminating our faces.
7:45 AM
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
One stop ****** pit stop
i aint no 2 bit drama
i'll pull out your back bone
i'll rip out your karma
I'll be your trouble of troubles
your weariest of woes
no **** queen head ****
or how the story goes
I won't make no sense to you
all but one word is all to confuse
i'll be a minefield of enigma
from a heart bore of abuse
Don't keep going
there's no righteous stop from here
i am fed up of you taking it all
i no longer am your fear
I rip out all the ********
its a speciality of mine
to worry too much about you -
**** you, i'd rather let me shine
No longer holdin on to a memory
of deeds failed to uphold
and now where is your heart
where is your broken soul
Don't try to win me
with your sorry words and confusion
its all just ****** words
you knocked me down with an illusion
I don't **** around for apologies
i aint no drama seekin *****
i lost you long before you began
so walk out my back door
I yearn for more, i am the hunger
that you cannot thirst
don't **** with me *****
come on do your worse
I am fed up of your loneliness
your attention seeking ways
i am not the light you seek
i am not your lonely days
Flit away dear little moth
my light does not burn for you
and when you are lost, you are lost
i am not what you are due
That **** thinks they are the King and Queen of neighbourhood
well **** me, have i got a story for you.....
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
"Fashioned out of Bits and Pieces of Clay "~ Proclaimed the sign ! In fact, the sign was surrounded with Neon lights and measured 35' by 80', sitting so firmly supported above the entrance door to the Store of Stores~ named ~ "STORE OF PLEASURES AND DELIGHT " { Members~simply referred to this Giant as " P L E A S U R E S " . The Parking lot was full with 52,000 vehicles at 5;30AM~ and the store would open at 6;00 AM 'SHARP". The people were already in line~ to select and choose the finest of what the store had to offer. OH,,or even "OMG" the Pleasure to be had at "PLEASURES" ! ! Choice after choice of Bits and Pieces of Clay' Was what the Crowds were clamoring for~ in Their shopping Frenzy ! No where on Earth could such sweet Delicasies~ such as these could be found. NO SIR~ when it came to the very best CHOICE of items "Fashioned out of Bits and Pieces of Clay ", ONE simply couldn't shop anywhere else~ ONLY~ at " P L E A S U R E S ". Big, Small, Bright and Dull, color after Color, shape after Shape, Long and Narrow, Tall and Short, Broad and Narrow~ Every possible CONCOCTION of Man's imagination~Was offered up for sale and consumption. THAT... was was the Speciality of " P L E A S U R E S "~ Whatever was presented from the Mind of Man~ WAS fashioned out of Bits and Pieces of clay at " P L E A S U R E S "~ From dreams and wild thinking* These were the things offered up for SALE ! ! From Weird to Plain, From Gawdy to Drab, from Elegant to Simple, from Bizarre to Mundane... YES.. Man's Mind when allowed to "Roam-Free'~ would fill the shelves of each Aisle~ Freely Roam the store~ Click in your selection of those Precious Items of " Bits and Pieces of Clay"~. Click Approval and PAY...wave thanks to "P L E A S UR E S " as you Leave. Your selections and an Attendant~ will be waiting at your vehicle~with "YOUR-SELECTION". **PLEASE VISIT US AGAIN SOON.......for your choices of "BITS and PIECES OF CLAY...."
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 8:10 AM UTC
She was a lovely looking thing,
A beautiful young blonde girl/woman
She hadn't been with us long... at
work
She was smart and sassy, even a little
scary
Held strong opinions on some things,
She lived close to where I lived, only
a few miles away
So I was sitting amongst them one
day, the girls/the ladies
They were a little bored that day and
for some sport
Were trying to draw me out, to get me
to open up a little
To reveal some more about my ways
and my life
So I thought I'd have some fun with
them
I told them I did some painting as a
hobby
And that my speciality was 'the
female Nude'
But alas! I had a problem, I had no
one to sit for me
"If only I had some beautiful nymph, some haughty Queen, some dazzling princess", I lamented
And then I'd gaze over at Her, give her
a longing look,
Then of course, someone upped and
said the obvious
" Jen....don't you live close to where he lives, would you not go sit for him "
My face it lit up and I smiled
"No! I would not!!! she said
emphatically, disgusted
Now I knew from the Christmas party
she liked to drink Gin
So I said enticingly "I'll throw in a
few bottles of Gin"
"I'd never pose **** for anyone", she replied again emphatically, "it'd be embarrassing, it'd be degrading! Sitting naked before some man!",
" But ", I replied, " you wouldn't be embarrassed sitting for me
'Cos when I paint a **** I insist on
being in the **** myself as well
So as to make my Sitter feel more at
home, more at ease
Yeah, Me! I'm very... Avant Garde"
(said with a devilish twinkle in my eye)
Still she resisted my painterly
charms
So as to further entice her I said
"I'll even cook you breakfast, no one can resist my lovely sizzling sausages".
I felt as though I'd dangled my carrot
right in her face
But still she wouldn't take the bait.
I suppose I was lucky she hadn't for if
she had of (agreed)
I would have had to have learnt how
to paint Nudes real fast
And how to cook sausages and other
breakfast repast.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
There was once a young girl named Betty
Who watched the boats sail from her jetty
She sometimes got wet
Splashed by a fisherman’s net
That soggy little sailor our Betty
——————————————-
The intrepid explorer known as Betty
Set off in search of the yeti
She looked high and low
With Lucy and Joe
Then showered the beast with confetti
——————————————
Cooking up a storm with Betty
Her speciality is scrumptious spaghetti
We’ll wolf it all down
She’ll feed half the town
Then wash it down with a Birra Moretti
——————————————-
Have you seen that beauty called Betty?
It was love just as soon as she met me
A head of silk hair
An inquisitive stare
I would eat her if only she’d let me
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
It's a great big world
And am just another face among the crowd,
No speciality, none to put me above,
Except that I love you
But when has love ever been enough
You'll find someone else to sing along to the music of your heart
someone that'll appreciate the light in your eyes,
Without letting that brightness shadow her
unlike me
hopefully, she won't have to break pieces of her for you to fit in
hopefully, she'll be strong enough to handle your aroma
and not drown in it
Unlike what I did.
Boy, so i must leave,
not because i love/need you any less now
but 'cause i love you enough to put your wants above my needs.
In order for you to perfect, I must walk away.
To achieve success, one must fail
I'll be the failure.
No big loss,
We all know
Not everyone is meant for success.
You succeed, I'll regress.
Don't doubt my love,
i'll always love you
Always look up to you
Longingly
But from a distance.
so, while i kiss you for the last time,
i savor every moment.
i fill my lungs with your smell,
While preparing myself for the last embrace,
after you exhaled, i inhaled
that's the only breath that matters,
The only breath thay counts.
'Cause i don't know who i'll be with you not around.
I'm writing this,
just to let you know that i'm leaving a part of me with you
it's yours to crush or throw in the trash
you can treat it any way you want.
So
as i walk out of your door for the last time,
i take mental pictures of your warm smile,
saving them for a sunless day,
Or a night too bright
(he has no clue that i'm leaving)
Fighting the urge to run back to you,
i hear the voices in my head yelling-
no matter how much he loves you,
one day he'll close his eyes and turn his back at your memories
and you'll lose him to someone better suited,
To someone who's not you
i murmur to that voice
love is not about holding on always, sometimes it's about not being afraid to let go
And I let go.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
You are my world,
I want to get lost in this.
You are my structure,
I want to make it perfect.
You are my lovely dream,
I want to see it everyday.
You are my memories,
I want to remember it every time.
You are my tear,
Let it flow in your memories.
You are my heart,
Let it beat in your love.
You are my chance,
I want to get it.
You are my life,
I want to live it frankly.
You are my face,
I want to see forever.
You are my respiration,
I can't live without this.
This is speciality of my love,
I want to tell it from everybody.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
What happened to originality?
Why you trying to have somebody else's personality?
Can't you get your own speciality?
Copying.
Stealing.
Don't you feel guilty about doing that?
Just stop it you brat.
Doing that so
Makes you so low
For your true feelings you can't show
Because it isn't your work
And what you're doing is acting like a ****
Taking credits for something you didn't do
It's making you look like a fool and you just have no clue
For you're not really real, but a fake
Taking a poem you didn't even make
What a stupid mistake
Makes my head shake
And my whole body ache
Heartless and mean this may sound
But I hope karma gets you around
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
I'm not the better half,
I'm not the worst either.
Not that we are equal or same
You are just the best and the worst,
The first and the last.
I just lie between those two extremes,
Never to surpass my lower and upper limits.
Have you wondered what average feels like?
What insignificant or common tastes like?
Always being at the buffering state,
Neither acid nor base,
Neither hot nor cold,
Just lukewarm.
No distinct shape or colour
Not white or black,
Just grey.
This is my state of mind at the moment!
Not evil, not good.
Just there,
Lost in the shadows of time and space.
Weren't we all born special?
Aren't we all perculiar?
Is this just my speciality?
Never to be specially special but to be specially normal.
Counted as part the masses.
Never in the spotlight,
But the one behind the spotlight.
Do you care to think of me?
Jack of all trades they say,
Master at none
It seems hard to understand my plight;
Difficult to comprehend the sight.
You look down on me from that height
And you say, "YOU MUST BE ALITTLE ALIGNED TO THE LEFT OR RIGHT"
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 7:10 AM UTC
In his head was the world
an ocean of detail
that even Bob Ross
could never handle the brush.
He was the average bob
a minority amongst an epidemic
sandpaper was meant for wood
instead people wore without grain.
Speciality was unknown
as his art did not lack depth
but appreciation by
those who handed him
minimum wages
and a life of struggles.
Some day he stopped
once there was an ocean
the next there was only
muddy puddles
because without clouds
there was never any rain
so the paint dried.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Dear you,
God, falling in love with him was a breeze wasn't it? At first it was a smile and a laugh, but soon it was hands and feet intertwined, and before you knew it you'd fallen harder for him than anyone before
At first the late night thoughts don't scare you - they are premature, eager thoughts about when he's going to call you and where your next day will be, when will he kiss you and does he even like you the same way
It seems like every cloud has a silver lining, but please don't forget about the rain, because it can make the silver melt under the weight of every drop
It'll sting and you have to keep away, wear that raincoat everyday and tell yourself you will make it out okay, grab onto his heart harder than ever before and hope that if you fight for it you will win
But here's the thing: nature is nature
If it's meant to rain, baby don't fight it / go with the flow, follow to ebb and tide to the edge of the world and jump off into a galaxy completely your own, forget about everytime he hurt you with another cancellation, another ignoring session, another ******* comment
Float above the stars in a world that is only built for you, without him and without her and without them, because it'll be the only thing that saves you from the nightmares you're having and the daydreams that are becoming worse and worse through every text
False promises and dark lies are his speciality...let the mysterious ways of the world be yours
Flip your hair, wear your cute dress, and catch another eye, because even if he doesn't notice it anymore, ****** you're still worth all of it
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Dripping with gory sarcasm
The sharpest tongue cuts a dash
The house speciality is cruelty
Naturally
And so, gathered revellers
To the evening's main course
An innocent
A babe amongst blades
Who'll carve?
With glinting teeth and cutlery
Feasting on the lamb begins
An ideal from each bone that's chewed
Is spat upon the floor
And they're snatching and snarling for more
More succulent and pure
Fresh blood for the body politic
Come to the party
Who'll pour?
By Phil Roberts
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
It was a romantic dream you had
that we'd wake up to birdsong together,
but you turned them into your sirens
and sung your battle cry from the shower
as I prepared for you to finish up
and start our breakfast warfare.
With a mock shooting action you
presented soldiers and pretended to
throw eggs like grenades, so it made
sense you told me they were your speciality.
I would choose the non violent option,
obviously, but always ended up wincing
into my coffee that you made, too strong
so that I'd bruise my lips as I drank.
A 'labour of love' you called it, trying
try to trade a kiss for morning vitamins
or to soothe the bruises on my mouth.
I'd fend you off with a teaspoon, drop
sugar cubes in my cup like bombs.
I could only smile your way if I held
a croissant upside down over my mouth,
but you always had a smile because
you loved our breakfast warfare.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
Do you remember when I broke my own heart?
Did I ever break yours?
Historically, that is my speciality
Heart assassin
I don't think it took with you
Maybe I was just a head on the door (nod)
Something to conquer, again
And the rain keeps falling
The thunder is making it's way slowly
I have never seen such bright lights
And I live in the lights
Fairy circles, enchantments
I will take you from yourself
I did.
Not forever, just long enough to forget
And yet the rain will have its way
There lies the darkness of predators
And there lies joy
I do not forget, though I do not remember
You left some things behind
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
I fill the place of the inconceivable super babe,
While she takes her time to grace
Your life with her precious existence,
As she is too busy being elsewhere currently.
She lurks in the future, as perfect as she is,
She can't seem to trespass the bearings of time.
Well that's just awful, I say as we sit on the bus seat,
me where she otherwise would be.
Some person
who may not even exist
Takes priority over me.
If I didn't practice empathy so well,
I would run around your life
Like a kid in a candy shop,
Unsupervised,
And steal everything of yours that I could.
Every memory would be mine, every first
Every last, shoved into my socks my boots
My coat pockets my hat.
I wish sympathy wasn't my speciality
Otherwise I'd say quit wasting my time,
I know what you're doing because
I would do it too.
I wish I wasn't selfish,
Because the poison I keep in keeping you,
Has found it's way into my coffee finally.
If I really loved you, If I had the courage to,
I'd let you go.
I wish I wasn't so afraid, otherwise I'd dispose of you
As you once will with me.
But these bindings you've built with your grace, and charm
And you're so handsome, keep me here, on this bus,
Next to you,
In place
Of someone inconceivable.
Remember when I told you
That I liked you because you made me feel
Inadequate instead of complete?
And you said
If it ever gets to be a bad feeling of inadequacy
Let me know, because it shouldn't be that way.
It is that way,
When the importance of someone who you have
Yet to have met, trumps the simple existence of me.
Especially when I am not the girl yet to exist.
I'd rather talk about schizophrenics on fire,
Or even be a flaming schizophrenic,
Than continue on with this conversation.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
I love to watch you sleeping, I love to watch you run
We spend our days together, together we have such fun
All you ask for is the basics and a bit of company
Body language reading is your speciality
That and chasing blackbirds or anything that moves
Rats, cats or aeroplanes are all fair game to you
When I'm busy working you're good at killing time
But ready for some action when you read the signs
At ten o'clock you go to bed, I pat your head and say
Night night Dusty boy, sweet dreams
You've been a star today
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 5:00 PM UTC
I live in the moment;
Running freely, half-cocked;
A poofteenth of an idea
And I'm off with the pixies;
Chasing my tail, trying to nut-out
A niggly-niggardly issue unresolved,
That stumps or annoys the Earth's
Best representatives in a speciality.
Whether I'll end at an adequate
Conclusion is anyone's guess.
Bonus After-thoughts -->
I'm programmed
to generalise for
simplicity's sake.
I'm FREE
I'm FINE
And this FUGGLY-DUCKLING
Could possibly be DIVINE
(OR Delusional - Take your pick).
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
She was always so angry at the world.
She saw all the beauty
And saw how the people destroyed it.
Her eyes were portals to the past;
Within her soul was the pain of a society,
A society that could have been
If we had not taken for granted
The reality
And speciality.
Originality
Was taken from us the moment
This world was born.
She saw that we were not a world of love
Anymore.
We were a world of hatred
And pain
And prejudice
And judgement.
She saw through the fallacy
We have created:
Our facebook walls are mere facades,
Disguising who we are
And hiding us in the blur of the stars
Of who we wish we were.
Soon there will be no people.
No emotions.
No relationships.
The only thing that will exist are machines
With vacant faces,
Taken over by a society that shouldn't have been.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
I'll be your disc jockey baby
I'll spin what you
want me to spin
yeah I'll spin
the tune
you want
me to
spinning only your light and shade
spinning it in stereophonic grade
spin being a speciality just for you
spin on the turn-table's auto-cue
'I'll be your disc jockey baby
I'll spin what you
want me to spin
yeah I'll spin
the tune
you want
me to
spinning only your echo's wave
spinning it to the beat of a rave
spin everything with the mix right
spin it both by day and night
I'll be your disc jockey baby
I'll spin what you
want me to spin
yeah I'll spin
the tune
you want
me to
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC
I can see that you need someone, something; you need a distraction now. How convenient, here I am. I'll help you bounce back. The perfect rebound, I'm the cure for your new illness.
I'll take you to every beautiful place, I'll kiss you under ever landmark. I'll wipe away their memories, pushing mine into their place.
Let me take you on new kinds of dates, the kind you've never felt. I can show you excitement and danger, how to hit back below the belt.
I'll show you hot and fast. We'll make love and then we'll **** I'll spin you around and then go down, making you forget whoever he was.
I can act out your fantasies, indeed, you'll play in mine too. I have not shame nor hindrance yet. I am the embodiment of two extremes, push you to your very limits.
In me, you can find everything that a fun relationship may be. You'll find dreams; what you like and don't. You'll forget the pain of the recent past. I am the perfect distraction.
A perfect distraction perhaps, but no more can I be. Odds are I'll get bored and you'll get tired, and we will cease as you and me. We can part ways, shaking hands, retaining only memories as we're freed.
Let me be your rebound, it's something of my speciality. Let me be your distraction, let me set you free.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
mint voting won't edit termination
spoofed configuration of the freak maze
wasted recommendation won't let speciality reflect
but sexuality might scale the derivative
the opinion of a pen
in addition to gold
has injustice anticipated
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC