worrisome

every first is worrisome
may be marriage
or birth of a son
or the fist one to have become
a parent under the sun

the first one to have a grand child
so mild
maybe a grand son or grand daughter
it should not really matter
but first worry of the parent is natural
as the child is the miracle
the first one ever
for you me or anyone
worrisome
on this occasion
we shan't add death
its bad
a human ransom

I'm seriously worried now.

My daughter's having a baby
but I'm far from the hospital
and the hours are dragging by
and there's no news.

What if she has died,
but no one wants to tell me
in case I go overboard?
What if the baby has died?
What if the baby has a serious problem,
mental or physical,
meaning a life of care and worry for my daughter?
Why doesn't someone keep me informed?

I'm going to phone my wife.

I've called her.

a thought in flight pauses
on its panting path
to touch a pensive mind
the rushing notion
defies the mocking ripples
of many words' estuary
cascades vehemently along
till it ponds in solitude

lost in the obscurity
of a verbal world
the thought slowly turns
into a crafty alphabet

Right now my daughter's in pain.
She's having a baby,
and though I know
that doctors and nurses and midwives
have things pretty much under control,
I can't help praying to a God
I've never really believed in much,
just in case he (or she) is really up there.

Let's face it, there's always a risk,
and I ponder on the bravery of mothers.
Perhaps they're instinctively strong,
or feel some kind of duty,
but I salute them all.

legged calve tanned godess
dirty white flip flops
spray on denim spandex
sucked in right
to the shadow lust
craving

lipgloss like glazed donut
im pained for a sugar rush
lip licking
tonque searching
quest

salted stinking sated
soles
with baby oil squeezes
when sumer knock down
sun turns to night
vampire suckfest
anquish

in fan droning breezes
blowing stray strands
on wide thighs
hot moist plunder

We love to chain

Slavery is in our veins
when your grand child arrives
let him free
don’t put him in a pram
then see
man is not as independent as birds and bees
we all love overpowering mystery
happy be the animal kingdom,
they learn faster than you and me

Where was god
when we were born,
don't ask me
we all are free
take it from me
but dependent human beings

A miniscule few are born leaders
so don't belittle the animal kingdom

No Other Animal

I was there at the beginning
of time, watching minutes
hours and seconds begin
their majestic climb.

I saw our planet explode
out from fusion, escaping
disaster through a giant
contusion.

Hurtling through a black hole
like blood through a severed
vein,moving at speeds it
could never maintain

Slowing to become
what is now known to
us as planet earth,
Only man could name
then destroy that which
had given us, our birth.

When the human was first found on the earth,
he was asked to revere Allah with faith;
The most merciful and the most gracious,
who granted us endless pleasures, precious.

He said:"to gain Al Ferdaws, the Paradise,
you Man, construct and pay a valued price."

But the Man cruelly destructed instead.
He ravaged the earth; and overly shed
the blood; he hadn't any taste of mercy
upon the old, nor the young of worthy.
He potently followed the earthy law,
the heaven's left behind, blown in raw.

Just wait for me
Swimming across the Internet
with an open mind,
we search for all those memories
left far, far behind
some we recall
some we find
then one has no mind
with many more to bind

The world is fraught with folks
of all kinds
some speak fables
some in riddles
some gain your vein
some say you are a pain

yet we all seemingly fall in the same plane
alas who is the one to be trusted

search the Internet in vain!

A bird is well-designed to fly:
why put it in a cage?
A dog is built to run for miles:
why keep it on a chain?

A fish would obviously prefer
to swim in open sea,
or a lake or swirling river:
a bowl looks wrong to me!

All moving creatures have evolved
to survive when they're free:
why hold them in captivity?

'God placed them here for clever man
to use as he thinks fit! '
a pompous judge once answered this.