And Hafiz Came to Me ©

And Hafiz came to me,-

in the dawn or in the middle of a night,

I do not remember,

But the wisp of reality was totally gone:

I was, rising from my own dreamworld

A tiger with all seeing eye

to tear apart Nature  and the poet said,

Never mind the broken shards of worlds

At your feet, of the worlds sweetest pathways

have struck the bitter  root of regrets;

Never bother picking them up-

Go back to sleep, sleep of the dawn

Always keep the tryst with night.

benny

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A Reprise-poem ©

Trump’s U-ez of A make me want puke

Oh let them have oh give them as much nuke

With friendly fire they will set world on fire!

Oh what a jolly show, the world on fire!

(Chorus)

Fireworks as on the Fourth of July!

Tell Bannon and his crew how

The world works they will lie

And Trump will get his show!

 

How U-ez of A was once swell place

Where Satchmo too-ted and G.I Elvis

All shook up this damn joint on fire

Oh Woodstock sizzled with flower pow’r.

(chorus)

Fireworks as on the Fourth of July….

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Parody on a Sonnet by Shakespeare

Sonnet XVIII- To the White House

Shall I compare thee to a home from home
To which one moves in and leaves at the end?
Fame and fortune meet alike in a home

As stately home the White House do mend

Sometimes the pride of mien (in guests has charm)
But four years too long to keep their charade,

And are impeach’d or booted out at end of term;
And wise or fair in their stature surely degrade,
By chance, or people want change for change sake-
But thy pillars stand firm, You have seen it all

White House the Event for those who would make
To be seen, or led round though it were a ball.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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In Imitation of Wm. Blake

Laughing Song ©

 

When the birds go south they fly from Jack Frost,-

Oh cold is his breath, they scan east an’ the west;

When caught in currents they steer their own course

And like a feather they are none the worse;

 

When the greenswards feast on liquid sun

And the grasshoppers, the gnats join the fun;

When the moths and beetles romp around

The sky rains their death, the birds make no sound!

 

Geese sing while the storks preen their plumes white:

‘ Where our table al fresco is complete

We forgive Jack Frost who blew us southward,

After such a feast, not to forgive is hard’.

 

Source of my inspiration is given below:

Original poem

Laughing Song By William Blake

 

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,

And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;

When the air does laugh with our merry wit,

And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

 

when the meadows laugh with lively green,

And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,

When Mary and Susan and Emily

With their sweet round mouths sing “Ha, ha he!”

 

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,

Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:

Come live, and be merry, and join with me,

To sing the sweet chorus of “Ha, ha, he!”

 

 

 

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Ode to a bloodhound, Sorry Keats

My heart wakes to a nauseating sound:

My eyes as though from some shock electric

Reacting cannot but stare at him in front

Crouching, Oh it’s my hound Patrick;

‘Tis not like tabbycat with his mice

A share from spoils of his field chase

He lays at my feet,- Patrick has his way

To bulldoze my reverie and get away;

Why fawning tongue work all over me

As though its glad oil has charm

O’er the most supine master into alacrity?

What freezes my blood is sepsis, its harm

Shall outpace your fidelity, Patrick

I shall throw this ball and wish it gone

And chasing it to hell that is a trick

I wish you had taken up-Begone!

benny

 

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In the Belly of a Leviathan

Quo Vadis? ©

 

 

PART I

 There is no mistake you spot him

How he totters under weight-

It’s not by any means a pretty sight,

‘Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?

 

The borders are barr’d, so are hearts of men.

‘You seem more curious

Than vicious, and I am cautious

Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?

 

My sins are writ large and scarlet

These papers scream ‘gainst me:

My birth under sorry hour, place

Worse still stamps me alien.’

 

‘That makes me,’ said I, a brother-

An alien I was once.

Brothers at arms, it’s no bother

For arms that bore a cross.

 

Ah under this bright Aegean Sun

You choose to bear my sin

Of being born in a curséd spot

And we’re cold and we’re hot.

 

And now there came border control,

And it grew wondrous cold

Of being swallowed by a whale-

Man’s godless protocol.

(in the style of The Rime of Ancient Mariner)

benny

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Law From Below

The Kingdom of Mishrabia©

 

‘Kill,kill,kill

‘yes I will’ says the king

whose will is law.

‘Is it from above

or from below?

‘How the devil will I know?’

 

The quietest place on earth

Must be Mishrabia

Where graves are filled

With dead men who sing:

“Kill,kill,kill,-

“For we know, O king

Your law is from below

How do we know for sure?

Kill, kill kill

The devil has always law

When he wants man below

Than see the face of God

And walk under his law.

 

‘Kill,kill,kill

‘yes I will’ says the king

whose will is law.

‘Is it from above

or from below?

‘How the devil will I know?’

envoi

The devil has his own law

When he wants man below

Than see the face of God

And walk under his law.

benny

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