spilledwoords
“Poetry burns in our hearts with the passionate heat of a lover’s embrace.”
Tag: falling-in-love
Don’t Fall in Love…
Don’t fall in love with a womanwho feels too much in her bosom,not petty, gossipy, or irritatedsure of herself – educated. Don’t fall in love with a woman, sort ofwho cries her heart out when making love,whose passion is intense – unabatedknows how to… Continue Reading “Don’t Fall in Love…”
Frat
1A freshman – his parents willed so,An opportunity they longed for but ne’er had.Quest for a degree – a habit of our society,A serious-minded boy he was –His mother’s joy, his father’s insurance policy;Four years was the planned tenure at the citadel. 2“Bring pennants… Continue Reading “Frat”
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Not a Pyramid
This piece is a tribute to many who lost their savings and reputation to МММ (a Russian company that perpetrated one of the world’s largest Ponzi schemes of all time). Fooled with hope, men favor deceit; trusted on, thinking that Sergei Mavrodi will pay.
Dark Clouds
Dark clouds hover over us latelyone of such has cleared – Iberiberism.When we were about to enjoy blue skies again,another cloud sets in – Hopeism. With faith borne out of decades of resiliencein due time this too will clear“How can you be confident about this outcome?”Weather-beaten optimism asks,we’ve overcome adversities – Otokoto in 1996. We’ll […]
Love Is a Child
Love is a child; it beliefs fairy tales –pleasantries, fantasies, and happy endings.Love is a believer; it blots out reasoninflicts its wounds with unfathomable sensibilityafoot, light-headed it condones deceits’ daring –you can make a man out of an ape.A Rake; can be reformed to be celibatelike Byron was to Annabella, Bill to Hilary.Love is a […]
My Captain, My Captain
My Captain! My Captain, my Captain!Hoist this pink flag! Sail this full-rigged vesselpoint your compass to my true-southprop me up on the deck, spread me wide.Set sail; set your propeller throttling –this cruise I’ll revel – god, what a voyagehow the motion, the appeasing waves of the searock me back n’ forth, from relish to […]
Godfather
Homegrown, privileged – a handful of men;organized, they extract rents, pull stringscajole everyone for their own selfish goodat an expense that’s unfathomably gruesome.Proceeds of public good they keep at bayonly for the welfare of family and cronies‘whom-you-know’ and ‘whom-you-can-sway’ –is their mantra insomuch aspower, wealth, and laurels are theirsand their surrogates alone.Good, God! Save me […]
