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The Poetry Reading – Bukowski

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at high noon
at a small college near the beach
sober
the sweat running down my arms
a spot of sweat on the table
I flatten it with my finger
blood money blood money
my god, they must think I love this like the others
but it’s for bread and beer and rent
blood money
I’m tense lousy feel bad
poor people, I’m failing I’m failing
a woman gets up
walks out
slams the door
a dirty poem
somebody told me not to read dirty poems
here
it’s too late.
my eyes can’t see some lines
I read it
out-
desperate trembling
lousy
they can’t hear my voice
and I say,
I quit, that’s it, I’m
finished.
and later in my room
there is scotch and beer:
the blood of a coward.
this then
will be my destiny:
scrabbling for pennies in tiny dark halls
reading poems I have long since become tired
of.
and I used to think
that men who drove buses
or cleaned out latrines
or murdered men in alleys were
fools.

 

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Taste

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The storm and its climatic gore
shatters the neatly arranged
chateau glasses and spills
the well-loved Bordeaux’61
all over the floor.

That night, I sipped the lightning
and smelled the wine for the first time.
A sweet and pungent memory
with a taste too bright for a 7-yr old.

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Wish – Villanelle Poetry

Our goodbyes deserve an absence of light
as the eyes never learn to forget,
leave me slowly if you wish tonight

as the quietest tide consumed by night
we shall meet again in the warms rains of regret.
Our goodbyes deserve an absence of light.

This sleep shall disappear in this Stardust, pure white.
as memories burn in broken mirrors with cigarettes.
Leave me slowly, if you wish tonight

as the colors do, in the hues of black and white.
We shall meet again in the rainbows and colorful silhouettes.
Our goodbyes deserve an absence of light.

The warmth shall dissolve in the impending frostbite
as we dream of beautiful icicles in cold sweat.
Leave me slowly, if you wish tonight

but as an image disappearing into the night
we shall meet again in the destined afterlives.
Our goodbyes tonight deserve an absence of light.
Leave me slowly, if you wish tonight

 

© Shashank Bhardwaj

 

 

Rules of Writing a Villanelle – Villanelle Rules

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Another Alliteration Attempt.

Insanity is an ignifying Ice for us,
as jaws jabble juices of just japes.
kings born with a knack for kingdoms:
with knights kneeling in front of Kahlua and coke.

Love is lust covered in luscious clothes,
mannerisms minimizes into meticulous miseries
as the necessity to kiss numbs numerous women.

Obscenity today tastes like oozes of opium.
my profane heart loves to preach prosperity:
after the plunders of promiscuous nights.

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An Alliteration Attempt.

adapt to the axiomatic allusions
as this bewildered belly beseeches,
craving cautiously to control the cancerous mind:
dissolving by defying delusions
and the dearth of decisive decisions.

elixirs evaporate even now,
fermenting into the fickle sky:
gods are gasping ; gorgons are giggling.
heretics and humans slowly cry.

 

 

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Avoid

the real loving people,
the ones who feast on hearts
for years and centuries and
hunt on the smell of affection,
stay away from them.
Avoid them.
For they would make
you feel loving is normal,
it’s necessary.
But it isn’t

the real insane people,
the ones who shapeshift
into volcanoes and waterfall
at a slight change in air flow,
Avoid them.
For they would make
you feel insanity is normal.
it’s necessary
But it isn’t.

the real versions of you,
the ones who you greet in the mirror,
the artist, the erotic and lewd writer\dreamer,
the failed guitarist, the Bukowski in making,
Avoid all of them.
For they would make
you feel failure is normal
It’s necessary.
But it isn’t.

 

 

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Unnoticed Bridges – Haibun

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Voyages set sail for an unfaltering feast of loneliness, everyone is alone and together at the same time on the ship of rust. The amicable hues of humanity are inexorable to survive as the waves turn black taking the ghastly shape of hidden Krakens. A gust of salty wind caresses the hairs of the captain who fears nothing for he is the child of the sea, some say he was born in its warm belly just to be abandoned on the shores. It is one of those few nights when the moon is no longer an instrument of love. A little light sometimes bridges the gap between sanity and death but we often do not notice this.

dark tempting waves hide
behind salty winds of fear,
come out now, die young.

 

 

A Haibun is a Tradional Japanese Poetry containing a prose and a haiku. There can be more than one prose and haiku.

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