LIQUID TREASURE
Black air covers the sky
Which come from a small tube hole
A liquid that moves the motors
Controlled by many companies
Pumps are the distributor
People lined up,
With their earnings
To fill the tank,
Which stitched in the motor.
Government earns,
Value increased,
Reliance grownup,
Aramco empower,
A liquid that makes
billionaires or zero.
A Really Bad Man
I read in the local
newspaper, the
other day, about
a man who lived
in the same city I
do, he got caught
having sex with
his dog, and
posting it on
Messenger. He
moved away,
obviously,
otherwise
he would
have been lynched.
He moved to rural
Wales, right out in
the sticks.
Where I suppose
nobody knew who
he was, or what he'd
done.
Well, he got sent down
for eleven years.
I think that's fair enough.
He's fucking sick.
But people get less
than that for murder.
Most people get less
than that for murder.
I'm not defending a
dog fucker.
If he'd tried it on
with my dog, I would
have killed him.
But, you have to ask
yourself ;
Killing a human
being, who will be
mourned by many.
Many lives will be
destroyed.
Is shagging a dog,
as disgusting as it
is, really worse than
that.
I don't know.
I think that both
are inexcusable.
Sweet Butterfly
Md. Mesfakus Salahin
Sweet sweet colourful butterfly
Have you enjoyed all the sky?
If I had the wings like you
I would keep nothing new
I would be faster than time
Breathing dream and rhyme.
Von Von the buzzing grasshopper
Visitor of the upper and the lower
You and gypsy are the twin
Never keep me below your line
I want to fly with your wings
l will be the king of the kings.
Oh dear bumble bee, the spring guest
To you I have an urgent request
You are swinging with flowers
Don't forget to take me with you, brother
Of course this world will be mine
To everyone l will be very fine.
A Broken Heart
Md. Mesfakus Salahin
A broken road never connects two hearts
A broken egg never births cockerel in Yachts
A broken wheel never runs a bullocks cart
A piece of thorned cloth never begets a shirt.
A broken heart never beats well
A rotten flower never gives sweet smell
A dry fountain never spreads hope and light
A dead river never reflects life and sight.
A foggy sun never finds sunny morning
But a broken heart overflows love still evening
True love is never defeated by anyone
True love is that two hearts that beat as one.
I've not Lived
Until I soak myself under the sun
Almost ferried away by the waves of the ocean
Flipped by the flaps of the flapping trees
Tasting the salts of the sea
And living like the bliss of the heavens,
Drenched in the rain, pregnant with dreams
And delivered of all my fantasies.
I have not lived, until I'm ready for death
Choking from too many pleasures - satisfied
Yawning, belching, dizzy, weary from hedonism
Hence clamouring to see my Home
Begging, dying to meet my Maker
And see the house He'd prepared yonder
For me to retire
And be steeled from terror
And malice
And treason
And poison
Where I'd wrestle with death
And be defeated by death
And take my turn to win through defeat:
My battles over death - finally and permanently.
And then be immune to terror
And be forever condemned to bliss
In my own flat
That my Maker prepared yonder.
I have not lived!
Until I see the sky under the East.
I have not lived
To see the rising of the sun
Neither have I seen the sky in the West
Nor lived to relish the setting of its sun
And watch the moon from the West glistening,
And adore my Maker for His mightiness.
I have not lived!
For I have not breathed from the North
Nor sleep in the East
Nor take my detour to Aomori
Where even the angels might freeze.
I have not lived!
And I want to live
To breathe the air of the North
And soak myself in the oven
As I'm freezing from the frenzy of the Bahamas
And watch my seeds run around
While I watch
Admiring their tiny little legs
And their hearts brimming of innocence.
I have not lived!
So neither malice nor rancour
Nor hatred should get the best of me.
For I want away with terror
With malice
With poison
With envy
With lust
With lost
With everything omen.
I want away with all
Until I truly live.
ABAYOMI ZEAL
Direction
Specificity is
not required.
Vague words,
curtailed gest-
ures, the new
moon pregnant
with the old.
Enough to
point a rough
but ready way.
Glueless
Postered walls. A
kind of transient lounge
for those who came
through, never stayed
to see their presence
over-written. The
blindness of history.
penumbra
That was the part that
always passed him
by. The moment when
things changed, when
current became previous.
He missed the nuances.
Failed to realize that the
shifts in light that came
& went were not simply
movements of the sun.
L'Avventura
& then he made
or jotted down or
maybe just thought
a few words about
this movie in which the
leading lady vanishes
part way through,
with the rest of the
film given over to a
futile search for her.
But when he left the
cinema he found all
of his words had
disappeared & no
matter how hard he
tried to recall them
on the way home,
they never came back
RAVISHING DOVE
Shall I tell you of a damsel flower
Whose beauty embellishes the universe
Like a star in the night out of its gown
A flower that blooms a colorful roses
In a garden of a mendacious love.
Shall I tell you of a ravishing dove
Whose name is written in the blue sky
That name a gentle wind whispers to my ears
Gently, gently like music that murders fears.
Shall I tell you of a shiny star
Whose eyes reflect nothing but a love
Like a mirror that welcomes a light
That is the face I always need to sight.
Shall I tell you of a robust sun
Whose teeth are as white as snow
That even its whiteness brights
And round all the galaxies.
