Quotes about taite, page 9
Buried Seed
She was sitting, pretty
The metal serpent was transporting her from her flowery garden.
The heat of Summer was beautiful, perfect, all she wanted.
Then why, when cool shade, with a gentle breeze, never failed to complement,
did the heat of the old city call her?
He was waiting
A skyscraper?
Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman.
Never allowing her more than a glimpse passed his wonderful facade.
Leaving only the room in her mind to explore freely
But now, where confidence had grown and curiosity sheltered
Where the grass was well trodden
And foundations set deeply elsewhere.
The edge, that fear had
kept her teetering.......
Now she would land softly.
It was safe to seek the buried seed, that was never destined to grow under shadows cast.
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I Pinch But Flesh Does Not Answer
I pinch but flesh does not answer
I know I do not have long here
A wave of hesitation washes wonderfully over
On your face a serene smile
But you are silent
I steel a breath and drift to your side, through the daisies and buttercups
Innermost mind more endless than the universe
But trustily it searches for our favourite haunt
You smell so very real and for a tenuous moment I am content
My weightless body feels small, wrapped in the memory of your arms
You cup my face in your familiar hand and I taste my tears
You never left me, did you? You did? oh. I wake to a damp pillow.
It is best I am not the keeper of my dreams
The gate is unlocked and you are free to come and go as you please
For if not, in sleep, death shared, as I would choose to sleep forever.
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Cyberspace
To live in Cyberspace amongst the wireless whizzung binary
Puts a mask upon our face and affords us anonymity
Its amazing how the jargon travels at the speed of light
So we shouldn't press the send button until constructed right
Some people cyber bully, some people cyber brag
Some people cyber buy and sell, and some just cyber shag
The magic of the net keeps us 'caught up' and collected
It's criss crosses the globe, ensuring loved ones stay connected
Is it safe to live here and frolic in the mesh?
I'd say it's good for humans but it isn't skin and flesh!
Even FaceTime apps and Skype don't have the same appeal
You can't give hugs in cyberspace, there's just no touchy feel!
I like the world it's opened up, It more than has a place
But let's not get so caught up we forget our open space.
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Friday Night
To this point in time the ride had been rough
But the demand on posture to counter the motion would be forgotten
As impatience fermented foretaste
We took the detour,
Passed crisp, transparent slopes
Where mostly water fell into man made lakes
And the now distant mountains, with their treacherous descent would become
Embellished with a layer of illusory snow
At last we could switch off the noisy engine
And recline in our cerebral comfort
Intentionally stalling, windows fogging, distorting and enhancing the views.
Tunes shared through the muffled transmission of inarticulate hosts
Maybe a fools paradise from a wiser angle
We didn't care! This place was familiar and easily accessible.
But we knew if we did not leave before darkness fell we could not return home safely from here.
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Putting computers in their place
The age of computers and clever machines
Came from the minds of the human supremes
They thought it would ease
and relieve human plight
But the truth is it doesn't with thoughtful hindsight
They may do things quicker and save lots of space
No need for CD rack or even book case
I connect with the world just by moving my thumb
And check if tomorrow we'll get rain or sun
It's all very clever but here is the catch
What technology churns out a human can't match
So supreme own the world as all power they rob
And more and more people are losing their job
But poems and music and dance and great art
Set the machines and us quite far apart
From our brains come a wonder, it's what makes us great
The expression of art forms, desire to create
A computer falls flat on its binary face
In this one respect, we put them in their place!
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Castrate the crayon
Stalking in the shadow of syllables
Drooling at the curves of translucent lines
Slipping your warped finger under the hem of stanza
You transverberate through every victims creation
And the tight fit of their text
Makes you hold your poison pen
In sexual frustration.
What it produces is wasted semen
Ejaculating a commentary of callous cum
And the intelligent poems pity you
As you cannot control your
Sordid stirrings
Your crusted marks of degradation are wiped away with deepest disdain
You think you are so very clever
With the disguises you don.
So as to remain elusive and unstoppable in your destructive desires
If I could, I would find a way to castrate your crayon
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Wake up Kavita!
Behind blurry, foggy windows
My 'wake up' words sit and wait.....
'Poetry..... Poetry'
(A reached for, flattened cuboid shape)
' Poetry....... For you it is early!
Here my lunch, I already ate!
Are you awake? '
(The words focus slowly)
' Kavita........Kavita?
Awake! , shower! tea!
Walk with me! '
Hearty steps steer
Legs walking me to work
As into your words I peer
In and out, the signal waits
For me to walk and catch its waves
With your friendly words in their wake!
'How your tea you take? '
Playful banter we make
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Showing My bladder Who's Boss!
Oh what an annoyance
It happens to be
When my bladder, at night
Wakes me up for a wee
I'm often too sleepy
And stubborn I get
So I drift back to sleep
As I'm sure I won't wet
The nerves from my bladder
I try to block out
As to nod off again
Is what I am about
You then try to trick me
By hijack of dreams
But I've learnt not to cave
In your dreamed up latrines
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Earth Without People
You wouldn't write a song and not ask a voice to share.
A balloon's a useless thing if you don't fill it with air.
We wouldn't make a hammer for a nail not to be hit
And who would craft a chair, then allow no one to sit
in it.
The crafting of this Earth followed logic of the same
With all conditions set just right for life to stake its claim
The other planets not designed or destined for this use
Then how could we, the most evolved, bombarded it with obtuse
abuse.
We use up its resources at a rate it can't sustain.
Its spells its sad prognosis but too slowly we refrain.
We watch the species dwindle, as we hog the crafted chair.
And our tone deaf ears kill nature's song with notes that simply are
not there.
Nature filled balloons with breathe of life that we pollute.
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Clever Fella, My Fold Up Umbrella
Work here has been slow of late
I'm a fair weather recluse
The other hand bag 'hang outs'
get an awful lot more use
My canopy's been folded
Held in place by Velcro strap
I lost my cover long ago
(an unfortunate mishap)
I long to stretch my metal ribs
And lock my tiny joints
My fabric is a wondrous sight
With nippled ferrule point
The sound of pitter patter
Excites my buttoned springs
They'll nip you like a playful pup
They're temperamental things!
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