Monday, November 12, 2007

Illicit Love

Illicit Love
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Stolen moments
Love making
On a tourist bus seat
Wife is away at her mothers
The coast is clear
I repeat
Let not your right hand know
what your left hand does
when lust stricken souls meet
the spirit is willing the flesh is weak
get it over with
push it in hard

just cheat

Poem hunter forum show has just started.

Poem hunter forum show has just started.
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Poem hunter forum show has just started.
Good Morning..
Please take your seats and your colas and popcorns too..
The Queen of Hearts with her consort will arrive in a short while be patient..
Goldy Locks is coming with the three bears
Ted Sheridan Howlin Trade Martin..
Sean North is in the shower.. in the tub..
David Hazell and Michael Shepherd are in the pub.
.Ez and Tara are having grub.
The English Racist poet has gone to dub...
For his new film called “The Premier Racist Club “
With his baroque shoes Indian cigarettes
He likes to stub
Stiff upper lip disjointed snub
Has reserved a nice little
With a corner stone
In the suburb
Colored hate genetic failing
That he could never curb
For all Indian leopards
And their spotted cub

The finest poet Frank James Christopher Ryan Jr

The finest poet Frank James Christopher Ryan Jr
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Please read this as a poetry blog

I got a message from my favorite poet, almost a page, in reply to a message I sent him that we at poem hunter missed him..
Actually I will digress, when I had one two many racist attacks as comments on my poems at a huff I deleted 1002 poems and almost no back up, just those that I had copied at Buzznet.
So I began posting at Buzznet, but than as explained earlier I had to delet 11000 blogs because I was targeted by Muslim fundamentalists, my sites were hacked and pornographic material inserted that got me into a mess. I was disillusioned by the blog.
When I came back after the storm I began posting exclusively at Word Press and my homesite.My home site does not have the features of a blog being a photo gallery.
So Word Press kept me afloat as Bollywoods Most Wanted Blogger.Here at Word Press is a feature on my page unseen to others, I know which search engine refers a person to me..Each time I found a link of Poem hunter with the name Ryan..
I did not bother as I had stopped posting at Poemhunter but had kept a single poem alive..
Than out of curiosity I visited Ryan’s page, I was scared to leave a comment..
The rest is in my poem that I place as my tribute at his feet …
His profile for those who don’t know him…he is a Top 500 poet and his poems are among thee Top 500 poems.. a genuine contender..

' L O V O V O V E...* * * * * Frank James Ryan, Jr.

' WHILE YOU WERE ASLEEP I [The Waking of Ariel]..
Frank James Ryan, Jr

http: //

He says he was searching for Vitallio Pancaldi of Italy
Sartorial curiosity signature neckwear that threw him
At poem hunter in the laps of poetry..
While you were asleep dreams that became poetic reality
But on Oct 7 2007 he took a break breaking the heart of poetry
Yes the finest poet Frank James Christopher Ryan Jr.
Humble kind his human love his humanity
Yes this in pedestrian rhyme is my tribute
To a sincere man and his honesty
Many a times his advice came in handy
Yes at Poem hunter this one poet
Taught me words beyond piety
You don’t need a muse if you have
A person as a guide like Ryan Jr
For me a poetic deity
A lamb a lion living peacefully
Mutual coexistence a sign from the Almighty
His last words to me
“but i am not a bonafide Poet per se”

I have enabled comments on this poem as he always loved to comment on my poems..

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message to me from frank on 12nov2007
From : Frank James Christopher Ryan Jr. (Home of Lady Liberty, NEW YORK /U.S.A. United States; Male; 48)
To : firoze shakir photographerno1(Hubcap Series)
Date Time : 11/10/2007 4:48:00 PM (GMT -6:00)

Subject : Mr. Firoze Shakir

You most certainly know how to make a friend smile, and be thankful to have the support & friendship of someone like you.I am not accustomed to blushing, but my daughter caught your poem, and beckoned me with a wolf-call that could have awoken all-hallows.
Thank You very much, Firoze, for your all too kind tributive.In leaving, my one concern, was what usually does happen to exodused PH Poet's...they are all too soon forgotten & their hard work, veiled in grey cyber cob-webs.
Their accomplishments become nebulous...even in the minds of those who once were staunch, loyal readers.Your poem, complete with preface & aftermath chronology on my
scribbles, and more soberingly, your view on me as a person....was very humbling, and very much appreciated, my friend.You have enabled my name & work on PH to live another day, or more...but your gesture, as well as the
unwavered support & friendship you afforded me lives forever.We shall talk soon again.Thank You Firoze.You be well, and -FREE!

All My Best,

This Little Girl Child

This Little Girl Child
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Blood of her woman hood
Weeping in vain
When she grows up
Her childishness
Her prankness
Will all be forgotten
Just she on a threshold
Of her new life
Isolated misery
Womanhood remain
cloistered tears
unpoetic pain
in an urn contain
a tortured smile
within her pain
stoic silence
she will maintain
in the background
of this picture
lies her future chained
this little girl child
scattered brain

Color is only skin deep

Color is only skin deep
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Color is only skin deep
Yes Sean North
You born white
I born black
It does make us weep
The atrocities on black men they heap
The racists a promise
to their white god keep
it first began at school
when they made us recite
ba ba black sheep
calling us nigger brown man
gollywog and creep
they robbed us of our human sleep
our self respect our dignity
on a garbage heap

Love Poetry Hate Racism

God biggest Mistake - Man

God biggest Mistake - Man
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recieved this picture in my email , a few days back as a chain letter from a dear poet friend, I could not get over this image , it is what Man does to Man..
Some excerpts from the letter ..

Hello, dear elder brother Firoze,

I was sent this message with there pictures attached here from someone I know in Finland (maybe to deflect the attention from the brutal school killings in Finland that just a few days ago accursed). This might be something which might be in your sphere of interests. I've never seen any photos that depict anything as horrible as this here. I leave it up to you what to make of that.

With my sincere best wishes to you

*Die attachment is BAIE GRAFIC EN SKOKKEND - as jy nie 'n maag het vir wrede tonele nie, **MOENIE ATTATCHMENTS OOP MAAK NIE! *
Over the last few weeks in South Africa , a two year old was abducted from her crèche and raped and left in the bush, where she was found crawling around and crying, by an old woman, two hours after her abduction.

Another child in a pre-primary school was molested, and the authorities have done nothing. We have all heard the story of Sheldean Human who was abducted and brutally murdered close to her home.

A while ago a 3 year old girl was beaten and raped. She is still alive. The man responsible was released on bail. He is walking the streets.

If you are too busy to read this then just sign your name and forward this on. The Government is planning to close the child protection unit and this
is a petition against it. This is a very important petition. It is an essential part of the justice system for children.

You may have already heard that there's a myth in South Africa that having sex with a virgin will cure AIDS. The younger the virgin, the more potent
the cure. This has led to an epidemic of rapes by infected males, with the correspondent infection of innocent kids. Many have died in these cruel rapes.

Recently in Cape Town , a 9-month-old baby was raped by 6 men. Please think about that for a moment.

The child abuse situation is now reaching catastrophic proportions and if we don't do something, then who will?

my poem

God made the biggest mistake
When he made man a savior
For humanity’s sake
His creation turned out to be a fake
Killing his own kind man
Mankind did forsake
Mutilation brutalization rape
God’s laws holy testament
Man did break
Burning his own at the stake
Crucifying his own
Evil he did partake
What was not his
he did take
man a sinner and a rake
with his cruelty
with his immorality
with his libidinous
unnatural sexuality
pillars of morality he did shake
his wars his genocide
keeps God awake
man the cause
of a nuclear earthquake
mans bite worse than that of a

poem hunter forum is in mourning

poem hunter forum is in mourning
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the poem hunterforum is in mourning.. last night poetry took an overdose of barbiturates and died.. next of kin mr norman mailer too passed away such was the impending shock... goldylocks is in black, weeping profusely, ben and sherrie are consoling each other, ted sheridan trade martin in tuxedos, howlin in top hat tailcoat is holding a hanky hiding his face and his tears.. ms falsund glittering blonde hair, a nice off shoulder dress black is serving lemonade, the poem hunter forum heat is quite unbearable assisting her is angie sweet, sean north eligible bachelor from south africa, is talking to eagle hawk, frank ryan james jr has arrived, mr reynolds and he are shaking hands, .. david hazell micheal shepherd tara ez are in deep sombre discussion , nodding her head is francesca johnson , the media has been kept away from the forum, a banner can be seen at one end..please donate to poem hunter website.. ray lucero has just emptied out all his lose change..

to be continued..

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Because I am brown my cousin is black

Because I am brown my cousin is black
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Because I am brown my cousin is black
You born white break our back
Right from the time when we
Worked on your sugar plantations
Under a whip that you cracked
The sun the heat the humidity
The swatting flies the muddy track
Burning memories painful nostalgia
Whack after whack
With our sweat blood and tears
You built your colonial palace
You and your white supremacist wolf pack
You kept us as slaves, manacled, chained
Asymmetrically our soul you did attack
Under the stars and stripes and the union jack
We the children of slaves make our comeback
Raw emotions that we cannot hold back
Our culture our civilization our traditions
With your white evangelism you did highjack
This poem is our passion on bleeding soundtrack
Our hope a candle flickering to light
Our world pitch black

Love Poetry Hate Racism

747 Flying High

747 Flying High
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Poem: 8856267 - 'The Good Wife’s Guide '

Member: ////// \\\\\

Comment: Well, the lawyers would be even busier in the states for all would want a divorce. God created man and woman as equals....A woman deserves as much respect and consideration as her husband. It's called ' A Family.' It is frightening to think that there is yet another country that treats women like slaves. No wonder they're all trying to break down our boarders... You must be joking for any women would run from a man who thought she was merely his servant... In the USA and most countrys we have people who do the cleaning and in some cases the cooking and some even have drivers and nannys as well. Good Lord this sounds like the Middle Ages. This is not judging but rather pointing out that for one who does nothing but complain about racism, well, looks like it's in the homes of all wherever you live. Welcome to the NEW WORLD, nice homes, three car garages, electricity, heat, running water, and where a woman has as many rights as she so chooses. It's not the 1800's anymore at least not according to my calendar, newspapers, internet, bills, college tuition, prep school m/c and various other bills..Oh and the women are free to dress as they please in public, short skirts, tank tops etc. Sounds like the caste system [not sure if i spelled that correctly] that we studied about as kids. Sounds worse than Iraq women and how they are treated and that is like animals in that country. Must not be many marriages in your country for no one in their right mind, man or women think that the Husband is the Master. We are all equal here and after reading this I thank God that my wife and children have never known and never will a society that treats women as slaves and inferiors

Biography of 747 flying high
nice life as i love life.
love to read poems of famous poets and unknown poet writers on this site and others.
have written some but they are personal...

Jason Dawes you are a sanctimonious fraud
747 flying high
7/2/1969. / a hospital
diapers as naughty briefs

Hidden in a hijab from good old Maldives
But than it turns out you are nothing but
An American Holy Smokes Holy Christ by Jeeves
You don’t write poetry, you are here to kick storm
With your comments autumnal leaves
But that you read me thank you
Alibaba among 40 thieves
A poet is a poet is a poet among
Other recycled sheaves
Propagating nothing but
Other people’s beliefs

thank you dawes..

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From :)
To : firoze shakir photographerno1

Date Time : 11/11/2007 1: 22: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00)

“Subject : Re: Thank You Sir

who was the national poet of India? wait, i thought that was you...

Thank you for the encouragement, Firoze, always..”

I received this message from a young fiery poet
and not to embarrass her privacy I have not used her name..
She means a lot to poetry, poetry that is about poetry
and not about human hate for any person for his views or for what he writes.
We all write about our experience that may not be the same or ever felt by the reader
So every poet deserves some sympathy and liberty for his indigenous idioms and
masturbative metaphors..

No I am not the national poet of India I state
I have no aspirations for such an august position
I would hate this has nothing to with envy
or jealousy
I reiterate..
You are what you are thoughtlessness
In a thought innate
Whether you write in English Afrikaans
Hindi Urdu Persian no man has the right
to berate what you have written is your freedom of thought
its up to him your good will translate
but than colonialism is part of an English mans
doomed state for him all colored poets are
basically third rate..his upper lipped
papier -mache ass
being licked by white women poets
poetry is about humility, human kindness
human bonding human love and all such trait
poetry is not bombast, top 500 poet
at poem hunter saturated disillusioned
at St Peters Gate
the older poets hate the younger poets
even those more superior than them
who on the threshold wait
poetry is about 10 year olds
writing much better than
groggy adulthood poets failures
its pure talent that one from the other
here at poem hunter especially at the forum
bomb after bomb on the soul of poetry detonates
the hogs searching for pearls of wisdom
among the more prehistoric primates
not only your self respect but your dignity
as a human deflates
thank you lady poet for your message
that my love for your defiance
your fighting American spirit
reinstates kick ass as hard as you can
of your detractors critics ingratiates

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Welcome To Revised And Edited Slavery

Welcome To Revised And Edited Slavery
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Yes if I was married to you
A thought imaginary
You who would cook
Warm my bed for me
Iron my crumpled soul
Stitch and sew happiness
Beyond monotony
You your pecan pies
Your dishes you exotic
Lovemaking recipes
Singing songs
Bollywood filmy style
Dancing around trees
Making multi colored babies
Yes you and me
You would to serve me better
Give up poem hunter forum and poetry
Your best maid sweet Angie
My best man Howlin Ted Sheridan
David Hazell O Blimey
Trade Martin would give away
my American Bride to me
love and harmony
no Indian poets at our wedding
just you and me
you can call him
your English god father
a racist indeed is he
no more keeping in touch with him
once you marry me
Mrs Lady L Shakir finally
Living in Louisiana

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Mother and son

Mother and son
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The little fellow
Whips his frail back
The mother on the drum
Under the hot sun
From their home town
on the run
Made to earn
Life and the
Strange lessons
we learn
this poem
dedicated to the
Alaskan fern
my failed and doomed love
to her in return

Vedic Street Astrologer a poem

Vedic Street Astrologer a poem
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The public is often amazed to learn that in the realm of astrology, the Sun sign column found in their local newspaper is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. There are many systems of astrology emanating from such diverse cultures as the Babylonians, Chinese, Egyptians, Greeks, Mayans and Hindus. All have developed extensive astrological systems. Jyotish astrology springs forth from the ancient Vedas of India, and is reportedly thousands of years old.

What is Vedic astrology?

Vedic astrology originally comes to us from the Rig Veda, the oldest of the four Vedas, the spiritual Bible of ancient India. The Vedas were an oral tradition passed down from family to family, generation to generation. These works contain the spiritual teachings of Hinduism. Much later in their history the Vedas were put in a written form, and so it is with Jyotisha as well. We also find astrological references abound in the great oral Epics of India, the Mahabharata and the Ramayana, particularly in the most famous portion of the Mahabharata, the Bhagavadgita. Such ancient works as the Vedanga Jyotish and the Surya Siddhanta shed further light on both the astronomy and astrology of ancient India.

Later in history, about the 5th century AD, many of the previous oral astrological teachings were put into written form. Many of India's most well known Astrologers-Sages lived during this time. Such personages as Parasara, Vaharamihira, Kalyana Varma and Mantreswar and their masterpieces on Vedic Astrology, e.g. Hora Shastra, Brihat Jataka, Saravali and the Phaladeepika, are still readily available today, having been translated into English many times over. In our times, such prolific Indian authors as the late Dr. B. V. Raman have popularized Vedic astrology in Western culture. In the last decade there has been a resurgence of Vedic Astrology in the United States facilitated by such American authors as James Braha, David Frawley and Ronnie Gale Dreyer, and their books; Ancient Hindu Astrology for the Modern Western Astrologer, The Astrology of the Seers, and Vedic Astrology: A Guide to the Fundamentals of Jyotish.

How is Vedic Astrology different from Western Astrology?

The astrology of India is different from Western astrology in that Vedic astrologers use a different Zodiac. There are two Zodiacs: the Tropical and the Sidereal. Western astrology uses the Spring Equinox as the starting point of Aries in the month of March. Meanwhile, Vedic Astrology uses the precessed constellation of Aries, currently in the month of April, to start the Sidereal Zodiac. The difference between the two Zodiacs is currently 22 to 24 degrees. So, if you were born up to 22 to 24 degrees into a particular sign in the Tropical Zodiac, say the sign of Aries, you will now become recognized by the previous sign, in this case Pisces. In this manner all the planets, as well as the ascendant, in your astrological chart will move backward into the previous degrees of the same or earlier sign. This major difference between the two systems shocks many new and old comers to astrology alike.

Western Astrology uses the Spring Equinox in the month of March to start the Tropical Zodiac in the constellation of Aries. Meanwhile, Vedic Astrology uses the precessed constellation of Aries, currently in the month of April, to start the Sidereal Zodiac.

How can there be two Zodiacs? Which one is correct?

There really is no correct Zodiac. The answer, of course, depends on our perspective. Relative to your point in the universe, the world reveals itself to you. For instance, viewed from the earth the heavens have a particular order and appear to be moving through zodiacal signs that are very different than if viewed from the Sun. This is the difference between geocentric astrology, from the Greek words meaning earth-centered, and heliocentric astrology, from the Greek words meaning Sun-centered. Your vantage point can be said to determine your perceptual reality. This is true also of the two Zodiacs, depending on the vantage point of the seasonal equinoxes, which characterizes Western astrology or the vantage point of the fixed stars, which characterizes Vedic astrology. Reality is indeed a relative construct that can best be described in the adage what you see is what you get! It all depends on your point of view.
A second vantage point of Vedic Astrology is the cosmological, spiritual viewpoint of the ancient Hindu, or Vedic culture. The sacred writings of ancient India are embodied in the Vedas, Brahmanas, Puranas and Upannishads. Their spiritual and philosophical precepts are deeply ingrained in the concepts of Jyotisha. In fact, Vedic astrology is a Vedanga, one of the six limbs of the Vedas and thus it is a natural extension of the spiritual belief systems of Hinduism. This value system of ancient India is part and parcel of Vedic astrology. This view is very different in its values and conceptual view of life from our modern western cultural viewpoint. For example, the purushartas, or the four pursuits of life, as outlined in the Vedas are: Dharma, Artha, Kama, and Moksha. The Sanskrit word Dharma, means our purpose, or duty in life. The word Artha, reflects our attitude toward the accumulation of money and resources. The word Kama, reflects the desires of the individual. Lastly, the word Moksha, reflects the desire of every soul to enlighten itself from the confinement of this world. These pursuits are qualified and clarified in the fundamentals of Jyotisha. Frameworks, such as this, and the Hindu doctrines of Samsara, the belief in past lives, and Karma, the influence of these past lives on the current life situation, lend a unique perspective to a Vedic astrology reading.

Why has there been such an intensified interest in Vedic astrology in recent times?

This is the question I am asked most frequently and it is the most challenging to answer. From my vantage point as a professional astrologer, I believe that for some time the discerning Western mind has been going through a crises in culture, questioning the very values of the times in which we live. This discontent has long been fermenting and is tragically once again echoed in the continuing conflict of East and West. Sadly, this long standing crisis is no longer just an intellectual debate between respected parties. It has spilled into the streets of every city in North America.

A well respected philosopher and Western astrologer, Richard Tarnas, speaks to the roots of this developing crises in his masterpiece The Passion of The Western Mind. (Harmony Books, 1991) He chronicles the western mind from Plato and Aristotle to Kant and Einstein. The pertinent question being: Has our materially prosperous culture given the Western mind any peace of mind? Perhaps not. There is a growing restlessness in the western mind that is looking for answers beyond the scope of our material and technological breakthroughs and achievements. The search for answers takes many Western minds back to the Eastern mind of the Greeks and Babylonians, as well as the rishis and sages of ancient India. Their view of the cosmos is finding renewed interest in our time. Witness the interest and continuing popularity of Deepak Chopra's books such as Quantum Healing (Bantam Books, 1990). This Indian-born, Western Doctor of Medicine is taking the wisdom of India's past and cross-fertilizing this knowledge with today's Western wisdom and technology.

Likewise, there is a growing number of Western-minded astrologers who are embracing the ancient Eastern mind as defined through the precepts of Vedic astrology. In fact, there are a growing number of Western astrologers who use both systems of astrology in an attempt to answer the often profound and confounding questions that clients pose concerning the development and timing of particular life issues and the purpose the soul has come to fulfill in its earthly sojourn. In fact, in answering this very question, the earliest of the Vedas exclaims: “If you want to know your swadharma (personal purpose in life) consult a jyotishi (a Vedic astrologer).”

With the very Vedas of India backing their astrological work, the practitioners of Vedic astrology have a strong sense of spiritual community. This sense of a diverse but united spiritual community in Vedic astrology deeply draws the passion of Western-minded astrologers, who more often than not suffer a spiritual persecution and the accompanying isolation for their celestial and spiritual beliefs.

There are more questions than answers to why Vedic astrology is becoming more popular to the Western-minded astrologer. But for the western-minded astrologer who wishes to more fully explore the very meaning of life in these difficult modern times, Vedic astrology offers an ancient astrological perspective that asks these very same profound and confounding questions, questions asked some 5000 years ago by the very authors of the Vedas, the Puranas, the Bramanas, the Upanishads, and the Bhagavadgita. Now, that’s not bad company to be keeping in these times.

my poem

the street savvy astrologer
hooks passersby wittingly snares
he takes your palm inwardly stares
your swadharma unbares
you new job
your new house
your new wife
your fucked future shares
your not working body part
you overworking spares
overtly scares
cost effective repairs
till your enemies black magic ,
curse outwears
while he rants and glares
bad luck good luck
dharma karma both in pairs
optimistic janma kundali hope
he begrudgingly dares
with your money in his pocket
his own fucked future his shrewish
wife does tear
navigating astrologically
rahu and ketu
he thus fares

My God is Better than Yours

My God is Better than Yours
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Says the manic religious bigot
My god is better than yours
your god is weak
hit him on one cheek
he gives the other cheek
mere word speak
your god is a pipsqueak
my god is all powerful
my god is fear unique
my god s mind over matter
inhuman physique
my god is modern warfare
not an old washed out antique
my god I in the bullets of my Ak 47
my god is in my RDX
my god is in my grenade
my god is in my suicide bomber
my god is asymmetrical
warfare disseminated technique
my god speaks a language
of terrorism not Arabic Hebrew or Greek
my god keeps the headlines of newspapers alive
every morning , evening midweek
my god is scriptured satanic silence
that gives way to cries at railway stations
heart rending pain and shrieks
my god does not tolerate any further critique
what more can I tell you of my god
manipulative death defying mystique
my god is metro sexual
aiming at the highest peak
my god changes identities
a politician, a religious fanatic , an educator
any thing even a woman in a veil he can self tweak
he needs a human soul to sneak ..
unlike the pedestrian pathos of my poetry
that is oblique
a poet residing in a fashion boutique .

a deewana station that samjautha expressed
peace and peace process playing hide and seek

'The Good Wife’s Guide '

'The Good Wife’s Guide '
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This poem is inspired by Mr David Hazell …eminent English poet..

Every girl dreams to be a Bride
Prince Charming of her Dreams
Now her Husband
By her side
All his faults
Put aside
In everything he does
She must take pride
Stop writing poetry
Cook good meals
Her love in his heart reside
See that his clothes are ironed
Buttons stitched on his shirt
Much more besides
Press his head his feet
He gets tired
Don’t nag or snide
Give him warmth
Give him space
Give him attention
That his mum denied
A good husband
Does wonders
If she in her husband
Does abide
Let him be your ultimate guide
Let him your life decide
Even if he is in the wrong
Let his thoughts override
Take him his idiosyncrasies
In your stride
With his views don’t collide
If he gets angry says harsh words
Keep quiet let his anger subside
All other things cast aside
Your man is master of the house
Inside outside
Yes he takes care of you needs
He does provide
Now wipe your face
Smile he is your asset
On the credit side

*for more information read wikipedia 1950s version Good Housekeeping.....
The Good Wife’s Guide

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A moment called chor bazar recycled poetry

A moment called chor bazar recycled poetry
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Frozen dreams
Of time gone by
Not yet wanting to die
Taunting me on the sly
I thought buy this statue
Take a sledgehammer
Put it to sleep
Let its smashed soul
Unwept tears
That won’t cry
Yes a good buy
to a moment
That is Chor Bazaar
A layered half baked truth
Clinging to a lie
A storm
In a cold cup of chai

*chai means tea