PABLO NERUDA CHILEAN
ROBERT FROST ROAD NOT TAKEN USA
TS ELIOT USA (TURNED BRITISH)
SHAKESPEARE STRADFORD ON AVON UK
GHALIB (URDU) INDIAN
OMAR KHAYYAM (URDU) PERSIAN

My heart pierces me
again and again
When will you
O poet compose
like these poets
who have gone with the wind
the bell has tolled for them
but in everlasting time
does memory,
their memory remain ingrained

Into the season of need.

"Shortest day, longest night"

Leaves that scamper down streets,
to the bluff and blow of wind
Skipping like children after cars
and drily scraping out songs, sing

In the note of mid-winter, where my
city brings all clatter and all clutter
That once was green, clinging to sky,
but you, in your dry, brought all to litter

..

My first lesson was years ago
while camping on a mountain river
some biker types with lights aglow
made the peaceful valley shiver.

One came back in a short while
in a station wagon lying dead.
An old white guy didn't like his style
and filled him full of lead.

These old white guys have few years left
and there's no way to really tell
if they've been to war and their foes cleft
while sending enemies to hell.

i was peacefully watching tele
involved in scotch
and quite a full belly

when from the kitchen rustlings came

i knew that there was no-one home
my flatmates errant
rage, rave and roam

so for rustlings someone else to blame

i crept up slow and took a look
there was a rat
intently chewing on my book

oh you rodent shame shame shame

the warrior within me woke
i grabbed a hefty stick
then that heathenous rat did poke

one mighty blow did smite it lame