Showing posts with label THe American Sandwich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label THe American Sandwich. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 June 2009

wrath of nature

nature toys with us
I ask for rains-
blue or otherwise

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my lines have stopped raining
words dried out in the heat
I TOY WITH BLUE BLANKNESS
induced by wordy heat
raining words are a dream now

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When twilight rains blue light,dry scattered dust toys with heavily humid air.
Grey moon grimaces, wishing for a cloud to hide her facade behind it.
Finding none, she shrivels and shuts herself in and disappears after days.

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My muse died in this heat. So I can't think of anything other than the above short verse.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

tea with mixed drinks

that steamy cup
contains the world
immediate
as well as
far off places
TWIRLING SMELL OF TEA
carries this image
of togetherness
caring and sharing
which keeps me going
tea is just an excuse

I like to bend the rules of NaiSaiKu!

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Broken glass crunches noisily under feet, empty bottle rolls under the bed. Drunk, I fall on bed, you follow me soon, totally unrecognisable. Dark mottled stains of you on my body stinks of a debauchery filled night.

And do you like the Sandwich?

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

Versified Reviews

Those two verses are review of sorts for Curse of the Pogo Stick by Colin Cotterill.

Read my review of the book
here.




thousand-year-old spirit

thrives in his aged body
dangerous keepsake for some
FOR THE RESTLESS CORONER
that dangerous keepsake
rejuvenates his aging body
spirit found abode in 1000 years

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Seventy three-year-old doctor of Laos, restlessly slept through long boring speeches. Dangerous turn, kidnapped on the way back by seven young Hmong females. Twin sons of the Chief's daughter become his keepsake for sometime to come.

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

timid embrace forces out dreary thoughts

looking at me with dreary eyes
fear writ large all over her.
she lay there timidly,
FIERCELY I EMBRACED HER
timidly she returned it
largely the fear leaving her
the dreary look from her eyes gone

for such a small being
thin and emacipated
her hold on me was tight
FIERCELY SHE EMBRACED ME
tightly I held her close
emancipating thinness
contained in her smallness

" litle girl's timid embrace
drove away dreary thoughts
right out of my troubled psyche"

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Those of you who has not participated in 3WW till date, come and join in. This week's 3 words are: timid, dreary and embrace. Don't be timid, give up the dreary look, embrace the three words. In any form you like, poetry or prose. I DARE YOU!

Monday, 18 May 2009

two hearts


somehow you unravelled her from all
she held with force of habit. enthralled
she awaits silently in anticipation
of your next move. are her expectations
beyond your control,
to belong to her mind, heart and soul?


Go taste
The American Sandwich



if only my heart a octahedron

you could have hidden in the corners

ORGANIC MATTER OF OUR HEARTS

cornered in octahedron's recesses

it would be a great play ground



And go take NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Tuesday, 12 May 2009

swaying ways

cemented in my ways
yet I make you sway
WILL YOU MARRY ME?
swaying to my tune
forever cemented


Give The NaiSaiKu Challenge? a try!

And try hyperlinking as asked in Read Write Poem

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that burning heat reaches out, touching me, almost scorches my sensitive skin. Just as suddenly it touches those exhilarating heights, so calming. fire was never so welcome, coming from your inner core anything is.

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Sunday, 3 May 2009

opposites

my love notes to you
over the years
all undated
LIE IN WAIT FOR YOU
to be dated
for all those years lost
to be noted: love still exists

Give
The NaiSaiKu Challenge? a try!

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Honour Rolls

Neatly he counted out the coloured cards, making a stack of it on his side.
Seeing there were more of the red streaked ones, satisfied, he grunted out loud. Only few more to go, and he would graduate to a professional killer.

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Tuesday, 28 April 2009

pot pourri

it is not merely an olive branch I extend on to you, towards you
can't you read every bud on it, in the angled branches, still so green
you want each word circled, each line underlined with a red marker?

Go, have a bite of The American Sandwich

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I saw red
in google bots
spammers delights
READING ROOM LOST
biting spams
bot, go ogle
in the red sea!

Read the previous post. I lost my blog, Reading Room to I know not what.

Also look out for The NaisaiKu.. Challenge

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

rites of passage in a sandwich









with meticulous care he squeezes the tube,
watching the shaving cream touch the bristles.
reverently he rubs it on his face,
almost with an orgasmic passion.
shaving for the first time,
he is rendering tribute to his coming of age.


The American Sandwich created by Andy Sewina
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences. Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables. Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

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in front of the mirror,
he sees himself unfolding
ALMOST A MAN NOW
flashes of his future unfolds-
mirrored within him

And go join the NaisaiKu Challenge...