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Lis Cassé Jul 09, 2007

Dolphin Safe Tuna

Bleeding hearts and thornless roses
Jellybeans and baby wipes
The internet and AT&T
Artichokes and expired egg yolks
Selflessness and hopelessness
Lost and found purple sounds
Happy thoughts and lessons taught
Words tossed in salads
Lost in language Underwater breathing
Dolphin-safe tuna with mayonnaise
The scent of laughter and happily ever after
Scribble marks on broken hearts
Letters to a friend
Starting in the middle and beginning a new
end.

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barbsdad2003 Jul 09, 2007

breakfast~lunch~sup

let’s make it simpleton:

 

how about we take our

breakfast at Wimbledon?

 

early lunch, then, at Philly’s Tiffany’s,

then sup late at New York’s Sotheby’s.

 

for a nightcap, you suggest

on my behalf, at my behest.

 

and as for midday snacks in Santa Cruz,

you can also choose.

 

though I’d rather not be seen

at Ronald McDonald’s … or Applebee’s.

 

neither haunt will serve my preferenced booze.

S
SAKTHEEE2007 Jul 09, 2007

BLESS ME THIS DAY

Bless Me This Day

Bless me this day to good
to do good to all
you are my father to guide
and you are my leader to lead

my path may be wrong or right
you are the light to view
iam in the sleep of world
you can show me the correct road

iam an innocent child to you
towalk correctly in the life
my lovely father of heaven
you take me from this hell to light
bless me my dad to do good
to all lives to have pleasure and glee

Sakthi Ravi Chandran   AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
 
 

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barbsdad2003 Jul 09, 2007

crazy

Truth left on Friday,
said she’d be back sometime,
 
though p’raps somewhat out
of sense or rhyme,
 
tomorrow by yesterday
 
wither pocketbook inner
nickel inner dime.
 
I worry she’s lost again
today an’ the other day,
 
an’ weal never finder then,
by neither next week nor last,
 
for neither social talk
nor pleasant parks to walk,
 
nor pheasant repast.
 
she’s forgetful, you know,
an’ needs noun then a curt reminder
 

S
SAKTHEEE2007 Jul 09, 2007

A CALL TO THE PEACE

Call To The Peace

Iam in the midst of noise and
weeps of wounded souls
They are my own brothers and sisters
away from my place
They are closely related to me
by their thoughts and feelings
Now they are crying to their pains
oh god hear my call!
They are suffering by their wounds
Allow them to relax in your shadow
which is full of cool and sweet
Let them enjoy the peace
and release them from hands of violence.

Sakthi Ravi Chandran
 
  

 
 

S
SAKTHEEE2007 Jul 09, 2007

A VILLAGE FISHERMAN

A Village Fisher Man

It is a village surrounded by sea
with drizzles and chill air
some huts facing the sea
to welcome the captain from the task

he is thirty by thoughts
and by his arms and shoulders
he is strong and dare to face:
the storms and mighty waves

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barbsdad2003 Jul 09, 2007

when he soars

I have a thing about

that flying horse.

 

he makes me want

to run indoors.

 

when he soars

well o’er my head,

 

I’d rather he poop

on you instead.