Whimsical Whiffs

“You’ll know,” so they say—

They’re the truest feelings

Sunrises feel warmer beneath your soles

Even morning dew’s sensational

Hello February, my favorite moon

What a pleasant surprise

Woke up to a blissful air

A duet of sighs and echoes

Wrapped in a spineless cuddle

Attuned to the sweet song

Of little giggles, smiles

And a hearty laughter

That got me thinking

Could this be it?

A Golden Headstone

“Here lies the man whose most prized possession was his relentlessness—

His unyielding spirit rests in eternal peace, still unbowed.

He shall rise.”

I Choke on my Pride

When I step on your miserable toes,

Do not flatter yourself that i'll be sorry--

It is because you’re invisible

If your clothes were as fine,

And your shoes as sleek as mine

Then probably I wouldn't dull your shine

When I sneer at your looks,

And spew at your presence

It is neither by choice nor design

You nauseate my stomach

When I call you in spitefulness

It is not to denigrate your lowliness--

You’re a miserable excuse of a person

I would spare you the shame for your name

And pile it on a stick at the roadside

But you’re the son of a whore,

Some drunk’s bastard brought on earth

An indelible mark of disgrace to humanity
If your birth was without blemish

And your name worth of a tittle

I would address you in propriety

crai of jastis

i no joke meni taim,

so no laff at me

maser say go, liev hia

and i rifus it

i go wea nau?

hom of me is striit

huose no, ruuf no

skai sit me head

muun and staa look me in nait

and san roost me in dai

rayin and kold frend me

i sii no siik in me

i slip laik that fuud no

and hanguri eats my stomak

maser is kila mi nau

and i dai laik dog

maser plai fani game

and sai me fani tings

i not noo and brithe fast

maser tach me in chest

and fos me slip me daun

and mek me scriim not

nau stomak of me is big

laik raund futibol

i no see moon again

frend of me say

me am full wit smal pason

maser noos tuu

nau maser ches awai me

i go wea nau?

maser kila mi nau

and i dai laik dog

The Last Bouquet

Behold, our bridal gaiety

A pageantry of glitz

Beauty be a bloom,

A thousand lilies-stuck

Still come to naught

Grandeur and virtuousness

Defies nous and notions,

Eye-deafening spectacle   

And ear-blinding whirrs

Queens’ and kings’ obeisance

Fondle her feet with honor

Eerie deities grace the floor

In gaudy turbulent togas,

Fancy fiery masquerades

Choke our somber sobriety

Brandishing rusty machetes

Cold with scabbard mold

Blade stunts and wiles

Rouse the nuptial repast

A Nubian prince of war,

Lies slain in pseudo mêlée

A tribute to the numb tsarina

The Impregnable Womb

The American dream is valid,

So is every man’s desire, right?

You savages know not the honor,

Nor the magical bliss there is

In the dingy dungeons of Sodom

You’ve prayed to your gods,

The Old and the new, and still

No spark on your flint yet

The handwriting’s on the wall

Global civilizations bemoan

Your dearth of understanding

You shall lie in your beds,

And sow your seeds

In the impregnable womb

For deviance is the new norm

Woe unto the renegades and their ilk

Joe’s taps will stretch in kind

Concomitant to their acquiescence

The branch that bears not

Shall be axed loose at once

And cast into the barrenness

Of aid and friendly ties

The Oracle Has Spoken

A man of repute hasn’t one,
But two sheathed stones

And nine birds in the bush

His household spans across

Lengths and breadths of villages

Fruits of his chauvinist loins  

Mark whole generations passed

And “he,’ like old Solomon,

Dines from a thousand bowls

Daughters of the land,

Adorn thyself, therefore

And dance to the tune

Of this insatiable ingrate

His thirst shall be quenched

By a thousand guards of milk

And you shall oblige his desires

Unreservedly, lest you offend

Against the oracle of our land