Magnificent

The flame just begins

Mildly

I see the window

Has faces that call

Come,

Into this dream

Tell us

Why there is nothing

Before

The night

But just light

And fright

How the day would end…

I scream hard

No, I want no help-

The faces have a way to do everything!

Indeed, I seek none

Apologies

At death-

I don’t want emails

And words that spread

Like ripples in the ponds of thought

Wrinkled

And twisted

In a vacant lot

Of crumpled papers

That carried my song!

kbdgr8est

05 July 2008

s Muthu Pochi has been in around for sometime in my mind as a muse… she does occasionally get into trouble and seeks my advice- she, I must admit, is a special friend of mine- say a mental live in, usually bubbling with energy, and an inspiration for many a good and bad poem- written in haste and hate from time to time… and sometimes illustrated with the other female in my life, besides my wife, that and obviously, Ms Mary, Maria Juanita y Cannabis Indica!

My muse has a male live in at her home- allegedly, her husband alias gander a.k.a.  Georgie- Porgy!

I am more than a little concerned about her, she was not sounding normal for the last few days. I called her up and asked- she said the loose gander was mad at her- and boy! Was he nursing a grouse!

And my poems suffered quite a lot… Muthu has a long sulking (alleged) husband! My muse fed on her gander’s grouse, she would never be any use as a muse… my mind was in ones and twos! The don’ts over-rode the do’s in this case- like I let you on to Ms Muthu Pochi…

Sorry the cat is NOT out of the bag, as long as Maria and my wife do not come to know of this- in that order!

But then I am reckless, always eager to guarantee satisfaction…

Cheer up Ms Muthu Pochi!

Let the festivities begin, while people drool- at thoughts of sin- you and I are well nigh living in like mice in a house…

The cheese tin rolls, for opinionated polls and the cat calls…

Heck!

I asked her to cheer up- but she forbade- unethical she said, but the sulk of her favorite hulk hung too heavy on her mind... Chief Long Face really has a sentiment to grind- the axe effect seemed perfect!

Olé Chief!

M

Chief Long Face

Sulks alone

His mood has sunk

His wigwam

Has shrunk

His devoted squaw

Is pretty afraid

Of domestic law

And of course-

Chief LF’s paw!

She made him tea

As you can see

The Chief denied

And Squaw sighed

Until a flea

Dropped in

Chief Long Face

Sipped his flea tea

And his squaw

Squealed at what she saw

Said Chief Long Face

"Cut that scream

I want some cream...

Fleas are better

When white

And of little might!"

So the squaw

Being afraid of the Law

Milked the mare

And fed the flea raw

Mare’s milk

The Chief just squawked

He cut off the poor squaw’s lock

With his tomahawk

And the squaw

Bit the Chief’s paw

The wigwam shook

A little time it took

Chief Long Face

Began the race

The Chief’s Special Squaw

Had the Tomahawk in her paw!

It must be said

The long face was red

The chase was short

You could hear the Squaw’s snort

Was worse than the Chief’s grimace

In the wigwam base

The story of the Long Face

Would not so soon end

Now, there is more

To the legend!

Well, until next time… soon! MP- things could be worse- drown the gander!

kbdgr8est

05 July 2008

 You, Eve

I have seen the garden

Grieve

My rib, now aching flesh

As God stood by

And watched me

Rub that missing thing

Hidden

Within

And then you grew

I knew

My peace was gone

You, Eve

Here was the heady realization

Things had changed

This invitation

I would recount...

The leaves

On that fig tree

Or believe

What I could see

That Eden

Was not a place to be!

So I sip

The wine and cry

Hoarsely

The prize runs

In the fermenting chaos

That begun

With a melody

You, Eve

Why?

kbdgr8est

04 July 2008

Chocolates and Kisses

What more would you like

Other than those sunsets

And dreams laced

In wine

Sweet tender wishes

I know there is always something

Like those add-ons

That we found in the twilight

Window shopping

On neon lit malls

Admiring those curled tresses

At the road side cafe

The little unsaid tastes

Looking hard

It was time

For the stars

In your wistful eyes-

Those glimpses

To remind me

Of chocolates and kisses!

kbdgr8est

04 July 2008

Bovine Nation

We look for Vitamin G

O Bovine Mother

Children of a different species

We just over-breed

But You we need,

We rape your udder

White milk revolution

Your blood, foaming white,

For our progeny-

We do love to smother

Your own child?

Starve him and let him die!

Bovine divinity,

We worship thee

You granted us immunity,

Chewing cud serenely,

As you are tied to the peg

With a string on your leg

Milked, and at night

We just turn you out

To roam the streets

Forage for feed

Block the speeding truck,

When out of luck,

Hit hard, you bleed

Bovine Mother, you we need!

As we milk and milk

And inject rBGH

Sell milk in tetrapack

That milk sack

Grows and sags

We stare hard anxiously

Has it not grown bigger?

Yester day

25 kilos it weighed

At full flow too!

Mother don’t moo

The pain is no deal

The cancer in us will carry your seal!

You know we love your shit

And religiously, even eat it

We love to call it Vitamin G

And your P is holy too, you see?

Sweets! Bovine Mother,

The sweeter the better

Covered with silver foil

By our brothers toil,

Beaten thin

With your holy skin!

So Bovine Mother

Don’t bother

We just won’t let you die

In our house

We are grateful

We would ease the pain

Past your prime

It is time

To sell you to the butcher

Please feed the others

Nations

Russians

American

Arabs

And make combs

Out of your horn

Affectionately

We would remember you every morn…

And yes

Don’t forget

We want you

Wrapping our feet

The leather shoe!

O Bovine Mother

We are the nation

That loves religion

And kills

In gratitude

When in the mood!

kbdgr8est

03 July 2008

I wonder…

Surely my dear gents and ladies

I am going to do a Dodo do

And I don’t have to ask you…

I wonder…

Let me walk with the Dodo

A Dodo does not dance with a man

But sometimes he will check if he can...

I wonder
Dead as a Dodo as the saying goes,

Something that you and I both know

But what did he die of, of what mighty foe?

I wonder…

If the Dodo had a strong sense of human ethics

He was a big bird, but rather cool

I think the only disease that he died of was being the eternal fool

I wonder…

If the Dodo was a bit silly trusting Man

Rather inquisitive he should've known,
He was damned, to be soon ousted to heaven, or be overthrown.

I wonder…

Yes… no more I say! For the Dodo was past his day-

Now he waits for Man to achieve the distinction

To soon join him when doomsday calls with his own extinction!

kbdgr8est

02 July 2008

Squiggling?

Those squirming, wriggling

Lines and beads of sweat

Broke in unconsciously

Carelessly

Clung to my chest

Heaving in protest

And asked if it was right

To just cling

Like the ivy

Until the morning broke

And sing

The lyrics

We wrote

A squiggling line of fate

Or

The twisting, entangled, coiled snake

That

Rose straight!

Tell me,

Did the apple taste-

Of honeyed lips,

That shyly pout and cry

In happiness...

The forked tongued

Satan of pleasure

Just slithered

Into the dark abyss

And the morning broke

Into dew drops!

Dreams came-

In the pantheon of desire

Unspoken wishes

And millennia

Of intimate caresses

Somewhat late-

Traces in the skies above

In Eden!

kbdgr8est

02 July 2008
Migrating Soon N

Incidents at the tennis court

A stolen glance:            at the derriere exposed

A sullen glare:                 at the exposed glance

A hot word:                  at the glare exchanged

A running foot:          at the exchange of words

A charging eve:            at the exposed derriere

A running man:                       owner, derriere!

Yellow Pages

Your poem speaks of

A tormented soul,

Wrapped in the cobwebs

Of memories

From a distant time

I hear the echoes

Of the grand piano

Playing an aria

And a child’s voice

Rippling

With sunlight

Amidst a waterfall

Spraying a rainbow

Of darkness

And a nothingness

Sweeping

All hope aside… 

Long dead like Ophelia

And now

In the whirlpool

A palm seeks

Rescue, clutching thin air

Begging

Save me,

Just once,

This time…

And everyone stands

Frozen

At the end

The end of Time!

Your poem has

A tryst with Time…

And the yellow pages

Flaking…

With the chime!

kbdgr8est

30 June 2008

Weighing your head?

(revised editiion)

My head weighs 4.78 kg. I shall not weigh it again!

But someone did ask once on Yahoo answers…

Most people said "chop it, and weigh it after draining the head juice!" I think that may be illegal, but the local laws apply I guess!

They almost beat me to the answer!

I researched the 'Net: My answer?

"To resolve this important query of gravitational nature, Shave your head if you want accurate results!

Ask a friend to stand by to help you...

Fill a 40 gallon barrel of water till water spills

Erect a scaffold for hanging a man/woman by his/her legs.

Make sure the height at hanging is 2 meters at least!

Ensure the noose is strong!

Stuff cotton into your ears

Dip your head into the water fully until only you neck upward is visible- you must ask your friend to help with this- one slap on the butt means dip more, one poke in the ribs means pull out a little! His butt/ribs that is!

Slap-poke-slap-slap-poke-poke-... till it is done!

Use of scuba equipment is forbidden for the sake of accuracy

Wear life jacket on a winter day

Ask your friend to fill up the barrel with your head in water - shh- why didn't you think of that before?

Remove your head from the barrel, while still attached to your body!

Buy a measuring jar and fill up the barrel ounce by ounce to get accurate results

When it is full, measure the volume used to fill the barrel- that gives the volume of the head- with or without hair, as you started out with. Hurray, that’s the volume of your head……

Dry your head!

Take cotton out!

Weigh it

That's the weight of wet cotton in your ear!

Stupid!

Wait!

So you wanted to know the weight of your head?

I am afraid, I may be somewhat wrong!

Wait for a hundred years at most- shouldn't be long- some one would detach your head and aweigh it, if you so dictate in your will, before certification as dead...

Or,
Ask bin Laden to help, if he is ready with his chopper

Chop one head off

Weigh it

You shall have a dead reckoning and a very satisfactory answer!"

Any more questions?

I thought again…

How would you go about weighing your head?

Here’s my second reply!

My head weighs 4.78 Kilograms+/- 1 Kg, I shall not weigh it again!

However, that is against scientific spirit so (for every one else):

Buy a guillotine with a 14" 24 Kg or more sized blade for clean results. Try the Castle of Bastille, they had good ones at the last known epidemic of people who wanted to know the answer to this very serious question!

To come to the point:

Chop one head off

Weigh it at the butchers'

You shall have a dead reckoning and a very satisfactory answer!

Any more questions? Direct them to the link below!

ask KBdgr8est

Regards

kbdgr8est

Electronics, Software and Mechanical Engineer,

Wicked Evil Mechatronics Genius

KB's Robots and Control Software

29 Jun 2008