An airplane lost from sight,
where did it go,no one knows...
Through the passing time
speculations grow

Its passengers getting restless
as two hijackers give orders.
Feeling terrified and helpless,
they can only think the worst

A child among them is trembling
her father's head bleeding.
A corpse lying by her side,
telling her that safety is a lie

But even the villains are clueless
to where the plane is heading
and the pilot is troubled
when he lost his bearings

aunt Jennifer's tigers tame across the screen
splatter topaz denizens of a world of green
they do not fell the men falling the tree
they sprig sleek chivalric certainty

aunt Jennifer's fingers fiend through her wool
find even the ivory woven hard to ghoul
the sepia weight of uncle's brown band
sits coupon upon aunt poesy's hand

when aunt is dead her terrified hands will lie
still papyrus with ordeals she was mastered by
the tigers in the same that she made
will go on prancing , proud and fade

sorcerer hue
pallor and twinge

unfurl this shroud
cold canopy
personage

test press a still
lobby
a passage this
play

silences of deliverance
a Sterling light
forever flesh
marbled in quiet
predatory camo

slinking slowly
against taught shadow
torso..

A world of information,
created by technology,
holding tons of data,
both shared and kept in privacy

Some will benefit us
some will corrupt the mind
some may provoke us
some will change our lives

Here a variety of games
can be easily chosen
to chase away boredom
but too much time spent
can cause addiction

Here friendship blooms
between strangers,
defying the great distance
as they reach out
to each other

Friends come and go

I missed you all… these long days…
summers came and went away…
where on earth?
in which corner do you stay…

never from this site go away…
tis for those who love the art…
poetry is simply just a part …
you interact with folks all along …
some scribble...
as if you to them belong….

long gone into the summers of life…
the evening is just a passing romance…
they come and go…
that’s all I know …
Some love …
a miniscule love to blow…

She'll walk in treating yesterday
as if 'twas yet to come,
and the past is due to something she just said;

then, turn around and giggle
for she knows what happens next,
so forgetting 'bout the future's best, instead.

In your eyes she'll spy a topic
that no-one else has seen,
as it happens it's profound and so obscure;

she'll then question how it was we came
to merely sit around,
and speak of things she barely can endure.

The final country

What comes to soothe in greater age?
A yielding to a thing once feared,

Closer to the final page
The story fading, ending neared

Another book is lent more credence
Something in the void is filled

Trumpets trilled to greater glory
For a place where pain is killed

Heaven then, a harbor for the aged
Gone now, life's trials and trouble borne

When does the hand let go the tiller
And drift toward that safer shore?

Poetry is dreams set free
to flow through pen and land on page
e're now left pure white just for me;
A way to fill an empty stage.

It lets me tell of sights unseen
by others in a different place
where there's little trace of green
or cool woods of gentle grace.

These words can even go through time
if they're put together right.
With a bit of thoughtful rhyme
perhaps they'll last at least one night.

Obamerica

Greenish-grey rain falls with merciless zeal
on cracked tar and concrete, and rust-colored steel
mouldy-grey pigeons now fly to and fro
releasing their bowels on the vermin below

winos and addicts lay sprawled on the ground
some vainly seeking what others have found
half-naked children converge in the street
rummaging dumpsters for something to eat

It is back with a vengeance,
chasing away the cold wind,
The heat testing our patience
from the morn' till the evening

A season filled with frustration,
squeezing the last drop of sweat...
Mortals succumb to emotions,
tempers flared as hearts bled

Brazen fingers stripped Angsana
baring her limbs in lust
bruising too the fledgling birds
nestled in her cozy lush