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This blog is about German and French Language in Vijayawada. Articles, poems, songs and experiences of poolabala

Monday, December 30, 2019

Moribund - English Poem - Poolabala

She came from the family of bourgeoisie
In the middle age she reached her apogee
She hugs her weekends in pubs and clubs 
She is a metro sexual drunk on success

So often she kisses herself with mobile
Narcissism and hedonism are her style
She drank education more like a potion
For a posh life she took it like poison.

She is nestled in western culture
She loves exposure in haute couture
For her marriage is simply a rupture
She thought consort is a spoil sport.

Her big bazookas are firm and rotund
She is jocund but her mind is moribund
She has a fat ass she wants any jack ass
A dumb ass who slogs gets more bucks

The bimbo long kept her marriage in limbo
She finally chose a senior in her bureau
She’s pragmatic, never minded age hiatus
What matters to her is the financial status

Two years they had beers with cheers
They had honeymoon every Sunday noon
But when his work is double he fell in trouble

His libido sank he admitted it, he was frank
She demanded it, she said marriage is no prank
For him the game seems like a hobgoblin
but she demands it, she was a knob goblin

He said he was neither nineteen nor a machine
He couldn’t long defend soon came the end
The wedlock came to a deadlock. who cares?!

Saturday, December 28, 2019

Love on train - English Poem - Poolabala

My world is just plain until I met her on the train
I saw her wicked curves they burned my nerves
Her body looked like sugarcane I couldn’t sustain
The sweet pain worked on my brain like cocaine

She boarded the train at Bhopal
I guessed she was going to Nepal
The train reached the station at seven
She got in like manna from heaven

In Jhansi I coolly climbed up the upper berth
And gazed down to find hot hell on earth
The train at soft pace runs towards north
From the blouse her bulged bosom bursts forth

The train reached Agra I felt I swallowed Viagra
Her sexuality augments unknown acrophobia
Her perfect personality garnishes her sexuality
But I am afraid it tarnishes my personality.

Just after an hour the train stopped at Mathura,
I saw her black mascara in the flames of aurora
I cannot anything think or my eyes ever blink
For sure into the whirlpool of her beauty I sink

 Her oblique looks like bullets never misfired
Many a time they have my heart pierced
In her jade eyes there is something weird
I wonder how her feminine energy steered
 My masculine energy to ecstasy

Green, red colors swirl in the sky like rainbow
 The rare spectacle brought us to the window
She spoke soft, tête-à-tête using love lingo
She looked like a siren, my burning desires run

The sluggish train, on the bridge stopped again
 We saw Yamuna river and forgot all the strain
We threw coins sitting side by side on footboard
We are absorbed in the fun but never got bored

Finally we reached Delhi she looked odd and smelly
She ran towards her hubby who stood with a baby
The train journey was a beauty pageant of past
She forgot and showed the talent to be nonchalant

She is nett but I bet she is a coquette
Her sexuality covers up her venality
Oh! My wife in wait too what a tragedy! 
what a banality!! what an ultimate fatality!!!!

Thursday, December 26, 2019

Lava - Kusa - American Accent Play-let

This is an American Accent Play-let written by Poolabala for School Children.

LUV and Kus are the twin warriors. They are the twins born to Sita, children of Lord Srirama This is a western accented Drama with four scenes. This is meant for school children to perform during cultural activities. . You may select all the four scenes the drama lasts for 20 minutes. You may selects  last two scenes if you have only 10 minutes. In such case the gist of first two scenes may be read out.  First let us see the brief story of the twin warriors.
Brief story 

After performing the recital of Valmiki Ramayan Lav and Kus get to learn that Sita was left in the forest by Ram, so the twins come back from Ayodhya and develop rage over lord Ram. Lord Ram performs Aswamedha , the Ashwa (Horse) comes into the hermitage of Valmiki, thus the twins happen to read the declaration of  Ram  scripted on the golden plate which was hanging on the forehead of the Ashwa. They consider that it would be a good opportunity to question Ram about the injustice to Sita and to argue with him about Dharma. So they decide to tie the horse and invite  Ram for a Battle. They successfully defeat all the army of Ram and also tie the two brothers of Lord Ram i.e. Satrugna & Lakshmana. Thus Lord Ram has no options and hence he himself had to enter the Battle field to fight against Lava - Kusa the twin Warriors. When King Rama enters the battle field himself, Sita and Valmiki get there and avoid the fight by telling the truth to Rama that these two twins Lava & Kusa are his own sons. Ram affectionately embraces them and request Sita  to come to Ayodhya but she refuses and recedes to her mother Bhoomatha (the Earth Goddess) and sinks into earth.  Ram announces Lava Kusa the twin warriors as crown princes of Ayodhya Kingdom.

                                                      Return of Luva kusa from Ayodhya.

Luv and Kus perfected the art of reciting the story of Ram (The Ramayan) written by Valmiki. They keep chanting the story. They go to Ayodhya to chant the Ramayan. Sita who was awaiting her kids watches them coming from Ayodhya after their performance. Luv and Kus enter the hermitage. The conversation begins.
Sita: Luv you look so sad and so stressed out, anything serious? Anything matters?
Luv: ------------------------------
Sita : Tell me kus what is bothering you? You look so haggard and so woe betide.
Kus: Mom we have made a big mistake.
Sita: a big mistake? What do you mean? What are you talking about?
Luv: Mom, you really wanna know what is bothering us? Listen, we have been singing the story of Ram glorifying his image believing that he is an ideal king, gem of a man and personification of all virtues.
Sita: Yes in deed.
Kus: No, he is not.
Sita yes he is. He is an ideal king, living legend, gem of a man and personification of all virtues.
Luv: We believed all the stuff so naively and spent all our time singing his story. What a waste of time! Singing praises of a stone hearted king, a loveless man who drove his unsuspecting queen, pregnant wife into forest.
Kus: We are sorry. We are really sorry for what we have done so far. We are not going to continue the big mistake.
Luv: we don’t sing the story of ram any more. Undeserving king!
Sita: Stop that nonsense and shut your mouth at once. You know who you are talking about. You are talking about Ram the great, the Apex of solar dynasty, the epitome of truthfulness. Even gods long to see my righteous lord. You are too puny to stand before Ram. You chaotic kids, You hurt my feelings,  I am not your mother and you are not my kids.
Luv: Mom we can’t bear t see your rage. We are extremely sorry. We failed to understand the deep fervor you have for ram.  We are sorry. We don’t repeat this mistake. We promise.
Sita: no its not really a mistake. It is a blunder. it is arrogance it is inexcusable. I just can’t take it. Your attitude is too foul. It is stinking and you are offender.
Luv: Yes we are offenders but we are repenters too. We regret our wrong doing.
Kus:  Mom we are really sorry. At best we can apologize it is just water over bridge. So forget and forgive your stupid kids. After all you are the compassionate mother.

                                                                    Scene -2
                                  Sita doubts Ram and later realizes her mistake

Valmiki: It seems you want to tell me something
Sita : No I have something to ask you
V: Go a head. Don’t hesitate
S: Did you hear anybody doing a Yagna without a spouse?
V: Doing  Yagna without a spouse? Impractical !!!
Anyway, why do you have such a question in your mind?
S: It is'nt difficult for you to guess. It is preparation for Aswamedha. Haven’t you heard of it?
V: Yes. He is on the mission of glorifying his power, expand his kingdom and prove his sovereignty over neighboring kings. You don’t have to doubt Ram, your impeccable Ram who is a staunch follower of single wife policy.
 Sita:  I don’t think that  I can take it lightly. I am so nervous.
 V: I understand your psyche. Laughs….Seeing is believing
Sita: you mean….
Valmiki: I am sending your soul to the royal palace.

(Sita faints in the chair. Suitable background music... Light must be dimmed.)

After a while light will be bright Sita gets off from the chair. Oh great sage! I have seen with my eyes. Your words are true. I am so crestfallen to have doubted my lord.
Valmiki: don’t worry. Tell me what did you see there in the palace?
Sita: Ram has a golden Sita made for her.
Valmiki: Are you happy?
Sita: I am guilty. Because doubting Ram is certainly a great sin. And I have to pay back for the sin. Please advise me to how to atone the sin.
Valmiki: It is quite natural, Sita. Even if I were in your position I would do the same.
Sita: don’t you try to stop me. Get me out of this sin please.
Valmiki: Well, well, well. I suggest that you worship goddess Lalitha. But be careful. The pooja should not break in the middle at any cost.
Sita: I am glad at receiving your advice.

                                                        Luv takes the horse at ashram

Student1: I wonder how you maintained your composure when your mom was very angry
Student2: I was really frightened.
Luv: she was not angry she was upset because she couldn’t bear to hear anything against Ram. So I just compromised.
Student 3: compromise? Why?
Luv: I don’t like Ram but basically I don’t want to strain my relationship with my mom. So I had to feign respect for ram.
Student 4: Lo what a splendid creature.
Student 1: hey, look up. It is a horse.
Student 2: look up there is a golden plate on its forehead.
Luv: let me look at it. It is a declaration by Ram.
Students: declaration?
Student 3: No one should stop the horse unless willing to fight with Ram.
Student4: Anyone who takes the horse must be prepared to fight with Ram.
Luv: Fantastic. I won’t miss this wonderful opportunity to confront Ram.
Students: confrontation with Ram?
Luv: yes but don’t tell my mom about it.

Soldiers: boys what are you doing with the horse. It is not a play thing leave it.
Boys: we are not going to leave the horse. Do what you can.
Soldiers: perhaps, you don’t know the consequences of detaining this horse.
This horse belongs to Ram. I warn you for the last time.
Luv: you lily livered cattle. Enough of warnings and verbal conflicts.
Here is my response to your warning. ( Luv disperses them with arrows soldiers run away)
Satrugn: Who tied this horse? 
Luv: me
Satrugn :Come on don’t be childish! This is Yagna horse.
Luv: we know it. Have you forgotten that a warrior can stop it?
Satrugn: look you don’t seem to understand. No one should stop the horse unless willing to fight with Ram. 
Luv : Anyone who takes the horse must be prepared to fight with Ram. And I am ready.
Satrugn: Look, you are a boy that’s why I have a soft corner for you. I don’t spare you any more if you talk like this.
Luv: Go a head then. What are you waiting for? I don’t need your mercy
Boy tells Sita: After a terrible fight Luv becomes unconscious. Satrugn carries him off.
Kus: Mom I will get my brother back. I am leaving now. Please carry on unperturbed.

Kus enters the scene and stops Satrugn:

Kus: hey Satrugn I the brother of Luv  am here to take him back. Stop me if you can.
Satrugn: you didn’t learn anything with your brother’s mistake. Fool, why are you making the same mistake? I don’t guarantee your security. Don’t jeopardize your safety.
Kus: hey you first you look for your safety.
Satrugn: Are you challenging me?

The war ensues between Satrugn and kus. Kus wins and releases his brother.

                                                    Verbal conflict with Lakshman.

Lakshman : Oh my lovely lilies, sweet cherries. Are you the boys who hurt Satrugn? 
I can’t believe it. Who are you?
Twins: We are the disciples of Valmiki.
Lak: How come the disciples of Valmiki get into a fight? Unbelievable!!!
I don’t actually believe that Brahmin boys could ever wage a war like this?
Tell me who you are. Tell me?
Luv: We are tired of your questions. We are sick arguments.
We dare you to fight with us and take the horse if you can.
Kus: If you are brave enough come on. Don’t waste words.
Lak: Don’t get excited about your victory. Victory is transitory.
This horse belongs to the greatest of warriors, the bravest of kings Ram.
Twins: For god’s sake stop your superlatives. And stop your blind worship of Ram.
Lak: Are you challenging matchless power and bravery of Ram who killed Tataki and saved the sage’s yagna?
LUV: I don’t know whether killing a woman is bravery?
Lak: Are you strong enough to protest Ram who broke "Shiv Dhanas" the world’s heaviest bow?
KUS : Oh God!  it is a bow half eaten by mots. Here is a man to laud such a king.
Lak: Ram stands for the ultimate warrior of the world killing Vali. Nothing can stand before the power of vali.
LUV: True tha’s why your Ram stood behind a tree. Aren’t you ashamed of killing from hiding? How immodest of you Laxman!!!
Lak: Are you making a fine point on the kind hearted saviour who seated Vibhishan on throne by killing the mighty Raven?
KUS: Kind hearted? Do me a favour Laxman.  Don’t use words without knowing the meanings. Is driving pregnant wife into forest kindness? Is this how you define saviour?

Read: The verbal conflict turns into an armageddon war. Lakshman loses the war Ram's entering the war becomes inevitable. Meantime Hanuma was enticed and decoyed by the boys using the chanting of Ram.  Ram entered the war scene but hardly had the war began when sita revealed the truth that the twins are Ram's own children. Ram embraces his children. 
    Song plays in western accent.
Ramachandraya janka rajajamanoharaya mamakabheestadaaya mahita mangalam.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Verses of Vexed Hexes - sonnets

Facial Symmetry - Sonnet

How benign is her broad face                                                                      
You admire her upturned nose                                                                                                    And a pair of lustrous angelic eyes                                                                        
Her mouth is cute that shiny pearls expose
She has cupid’s bow in the upper lip                                                                     
When  open apart they your heart rip                                                     
Her face is as bright as day light 
Her heart is as dark as winter night
Her large eyes may be so nice
But stay away if you want peace                                                                   
 Beauty is skin deep - a mire so deep                                                                    
 If you fall in beauty’s trap, you weep                                                        
Hear the call of her facial symmetry 
That is a sure way to cemetery 

 Kick me out of your heart - sonnet

My love for long on your looks bread
but your crooked foot on my love tread
use your looks like bullets to thwart
my heart and with hatred you tore it apart

Kick me out of your unwilling heart
I may from the apex of love fall apart
Let the stones of truth into me pierce
Let my pain and agony touch your ears

I trust that you might live alone in joy
After the dainty bonds of love destroy
My blood should speak the truth
I wish it should your heart sooth

Let my soul mingle in the light
Let my face be out of your sight.

Friday, December 20, 2019

జీవితాన్ని ఎలా అలంకరించుకోవాలి ?

డిసెంబర్ 19 తెల్లవారింది , తెల్లవారితే పని పని పని పక్కమీంచి లేవగానే కనిపించేది పని . పక్క ని చుట్టి పక్కన పెట్టినట్టు , పనిని చుట్టి పక్కన పెట్టేసాను.  2019 వెళ్ళిపోతోంది, పెళ్లిచేసి కూతుర్ని అత్తారింటికి పంపుతున్నట్టుగా అనిపిస్తోంది.
దూరదర్శన్ కోసం చేస్తున్న ఫ్రెంచ్ కార్యక్రమం శిక్షణ లో పాల్గొన్న పిల్లలు 
ఈ శుభసమయంలో ..
 నాజీవితాన్ని స్నేహ సౌరభాలతో అలంకరించుకోవాలి అని నిర్ణయించుకున్నాను. స్నేహితుడితో గడిపిన  ఆ తీపి అనుభవాలతో హృదయం నింపుకోవాలి అనుకున్నాను. సంవత్సరాలు మారుతున్నాయంటే సంబరాలు...
 అంతా ఇళ్ళు , షాపులు అలంకరించుకుంటారు. స్వీట్స్ తో నోరు తీపి చేసుకుంటారు  మరి జీవితాన్ని ఎలా అలంకరించుకోవాలి ?

స్నేహ సౌరభం , సేవా పరిమళం, జ్ఞాన కాంతులు , వెరసి జీవిత మాధుర్యం గా మిగులుతాయి అందుకే వాటితోనే జీవితాన్ని అలంకరించుకోవాలి .అందుకే మిత్రుడు , స్నేహాభిలాషి , జ్ఞానాభిలాషి పామర్రు వాసి హేమంత్ కి ఫోన్ చేసి పామర్రు వస్తున్నాను అని చెప్పి పామర్రు బయలుదేరాను.

(నాకు భోదన ద్వారా సేవ చేసే అవకాశం ఇస్తే చాలా సంతోషం. కొంతమంది గేలి చేస్తుంటారు. నీకెందుకు నీ పని చూసుకోక అని.  వారి మానసిక స్థితి అది.   దూరం భారం కాదు  అంగీరకారమే . పల్లెటూరు ఐన , పట్నమైనా , చిన్న స్కూల్ అయినా , కాలేజీ అయినా , యూనివర్సిటీ అయినా ఏదైనా ఒకటే.  జ్ఞానాభిలాషులు కొద్దిమందే .. జనాభిలాషులు కొద్దిమందే

సేవలో ప్రేమ మిళితమై ఉంటుంది. ఇంట్లో వాళ్లకి , తల్లి తండ్రులకి కూడా సేవ చేయలేని స్థితిలో కొంతమంది ఉంటారు. ముక్కూమొఖం తెలియని పెక్కు  మందికి మక్కువతో  సేవ చేయడమంటే ప్రేమించడమే. ఇదే యూనివెర్సల్ లవ్. చాలామందికి ఇది నమ్మబుద్ధి కాదు. ఇదో దుస్థితి.  ఎవరి స్థితి వారిది.

టెక్స్ట్ పుస్తకం కూడా చదవడం దండగ అని , పరీక్షలకి ముఖ్యమైన ప్రశ్నలు , పరీక్షముందు చదువుకునే వాడి చదువు దండగ. చాలామందికి  ఈ స్థితిలోనే  ఉన్నారు  ఇదో దుస్థితి.  ఆటలో మోసం చేసి నెగ్గే వాడి గెలుపు దండగ కాదా ? )

ముందుగా  టీచర్లతో ఒక  చర్చ ప్రార్రంభించాను  30 మినిషాల పాటు ఈ చర్చ కొనసాగింది. విద్యకి సంబంధించిన 10 ప్రశ్నలకి నిజాయతీ గా సమాధానం చెప్పడమే ట్రుథ్  అండ్ ఫిలాసఫీ అనే చర్చ. మధ్యాహ్నం లంచ్ తర్వాతా  పిల్లలకు ఫ్రెంచ్ కార్యక్రమం మీద శిక్షణ ఇచ్చాను.
ఫ్రెంచ్ భాషాభిలాషి  గీతిక  ఫ్రెంచ్ కార్యక్రమం వివరాలతో  
దూరదర్శన్ కోసం చేస్తున్న ఫ్రెంచ్ కార్యక్రమం బోర్డు పై రాసి పిల్లకి కార్యక్రమం పై అవగాహన కల్పించానుసాయంత్రం 4.00 గంటలవరకు హితం స్కూల్ పామర్రు లో గడిపి విజయవాడ బయలుదేరాను. ఈ మధుర స్మృతులతో నా జీవితాన్ని అలంకరించుకో గలిగాను. టీచర్లకి ధన్యవాదాలు , పిల్లలకి జేజేలు . హేమంత్ కి  ఏం చెప్పాలో  తెలియదు. 2019 నా నుదుట పెట్టిన తీపి ముద్దు ఎప్పటికీ మరువలేను 2019 నా మొహాన్న పూసిన రంగులు ఎప్పటికీ వెలిసిపోవు.

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

December Deluge -Romantic Goddess

Romantic Goddess

I had a chance meeting with her in October

A rotund face and a slim figure I remember,

It is a surprise she gave me her number

O My God! I checked if I were in stupor


first short sweet messages flowered

hot hotter messages later showered

She invited me to her place in the city

A lonely place too what a serendipity


Her gaze was stunning it is a romantic Pilot

She threw a smile the meeting's highlight

But I’m afraid it’s a charade played by God

Because I trust my destiny is a bit skewed


I could not advance albeit lust me hounded

scared of the consequences remained dead

The Goddess looked kindly and laid her hands

my heart throbbed and nerves played bands


For the long marathon time is the witness

For sure she is a divine romantic goddess

Damsel or bombshell

When my phone rang, I sat under the twilit sky

I felt shy cuz it was her romantic whisper

I took the call and felt her voice was crisper

Her words and breath woke the romantic guy


In me after all words are more seductive

they are the powerful arrows of cupid

 that can instantly charge any stupid

 Only a few know words are productive


when the nature was singing aubade

I sat in front of her the Goddess

 she looked like a hungry tigress

I began feeling the honey cascade


She pressed me to the window

I've seen real damsel after ages

 oh! What an incredible libido

 that spreads on to pages and pages


It is hard to forget such a damsel

She is not a damsel but a bombshell

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Surreal - English Poem - Poolabala

Love is love when it's mutual and factual
Love isn't love when it's platonic or sadistic 
Love is realistic, not mystic and surrealistic
Love needs body and nobody says its bawdy.
Love breathes passions and promises
Love lives in dreams and in schemes
Love doesn’t mind losses and gains
Love rebels frets and repels regrets 
Love brings strains and recounts refrains
Making love is what keeps it in tact
without that there’s no love in fact
love is poorly realistic without that act
when love is platonic it's purely sadistic

When I touch your stuff it’s just enough
that my buff gets twitches and itches
my bouncing libido pounces and jounces
and trounces and we remain victorious

Darling, take me tight into your arms
Mangle me till I get the thunderstorms
Strangle me with your hot charms
Give me the love that I long longed for

Sunday, December 15, 2019

The Bridge - English Poem - Poolabala

The bridge is where I always hang
It’s where the sweet love bells rang
It is where the wet primroses sang
And I forget the hunger pang 

It is where the winds whisper
The azure sky seems crisper
It is where two hearts unwind
It is where the love is enshrined

The bridge is where I always hang
It’s where art from my heart sprang
It’s where bodies thong, hearts twang
Later in memories they boomerang

Lo! Beyond the bridge lies a world
Where sweet dreams get unfurled
It’s where you scream and I scream
Together we eat yummy Ice cream
That always makes the love extreme

The bridge is where the lovers kindle
Their hopes to save them from dwindle
It’s where two souls meet their sweet goals

Up! Up! Cheer up my friend!

Peel off the sad thoughts

up! up! cheer up my friend
Yesterday was not the end
you just learn to transcend
you are my beautiful friend

up! up! cheer up my friend
come out of the sad feeling
why are you to them kneeling
They'are your charm stealing
It comes with simple peeling

Sad thoughts are like dark spots
Right now remove the nasty dots
For sure you need a great healing
Better feeling, comes with peeling

why do you look so glum?
what is the strange scum!
come on! you are n't a nerd
Oh! your heart is a sweet bird
up! up! cheer up my friend

Listen to the throstle yonder
Her melody is a great wonder
It isn't really worth to squander
Your life for someone's blunder

Oh honey bee don't lose the key
Embrace nectar with glee!

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Queen of Guns

She is the queen of guns, she is full of guts
She plays with any gun and it's a simple fun
Her push makes the game go great guns
She wants more and more bun the buns
She's anonymous, autonomous lady killer
She always dons low cut denim jeans
that show her splendid round moons.
their charm evokes love monsoons.
Oh! the man in you swoons 

Their liquid motion evoke goddamn passion
Her knee high boots augment her booty
O My God! she is untamable beauty  
She is the home made gun she's the shank
Oh! Thunder chunks -Oh! bun the buns

She is the lady killer her name is revolver
she's a resolver, romantic thriller gives a chiller,
she is so chic , she is so quick.  
she has the drive she wants to drive 
she plays with daggers but loves the guns

she is ultimate in wielding  the revolver
she likes cocking the hammer , squeezing the trigger
she never misses the aim she is meant for the game
she looks chic  she is quick she loves the pique

She is the queen of guns, she is full of guts
She hates shotguns who twiddle their thumbs
she has stunning looks, and bouncing globes
She is lady killer, she gives you chiller

She has the sacred hunger
She is an acrid hunter.
she plays the game of love
with the passion of a gambler
She is insatiable lover
ever ready for a new encounter 
she has ceaseless vigilance
she's hostile with virulence
Her passion has a tinge of pungence
finally she has a bit of belligerence

Missiles in her smiles, cannons her eyes,
she does the staking  before love making 
She is the queen of guns she is a queen of hearts.

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Jesus - English and the Gullible People

Are Jesus and English a part of Cultural Imperialism?

Extending a country's power and influence through colonization, use of military force, or other means is called imperialism. There are several ways to occupy other countries, language and religion are the most powerful of them all. The English always established the superiority of their language and their religion. The Gullible people believed them.
How the English carry out their imperialism?
The English always establish superiority of their language and religion. Fool believe them. They say Jesus is the only God or the best God. Your Gods are not Gods. English is the best language. Your languages are not languages. Learn English we give you work. Pray to Jesus we give you bread.
When English becomes dominant, other languages naturally disappear. Languages spoken by small communities could become extinct as people learn English in order to find work. This would obviously have a negative effect on local cultures, customs and traditions because the new dominant language would bring its own culture with it. For example, the expansion of English has paved way to the increasing popularity of American culture. The American film, music and fashion industries are as dominant as global American companies and products, such as Microsoft or the iPod. This is ‘cultural imperialism’

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Stolen Horse Trilogy (Thrill and Memory ) Part 3

Sable Island, thou art crescent in the Atlantic,
What if your epithet is graveyard of Atlantic
Thou hast fresh water ponds, rare plants
perchance thou art the purest  on the earth

 Oh sable Island thou art a land of wild horses
A floating synagogue art thou make me agog
Ah! Nature steals glances and benumbs senses
Caresses birds of rare species, fences the lenses

Lo! How lovely when the sun shines on low pines
I can forget the whole world but not the old times
Oh! Rolland, write a lyric on my horse in Scotland
Oh! Orpheus' your music can coax rocks

My heart is nestled in the Roxburgh castle
The horse ride turned into an eternal grapple
with memories vicious I am another Sisyphus
Oh maestros together this fuss you tackle

Oh so swift my memories drift ….
In Greece a few miles off the centre of Athens.
In Yabanaki beach the yik yak women in stains
Cozy up with men, their charm is deadly fire
Triggered by their hypnotic beauty, love transpire
We find men and women coiling, the beech boiling

Oh so swift my memories drift to Roxburg castle
Roxburg! replays on my mind  over and over
Like a conjurer it makes my spirits hover and hover
stunner is the mare  like seductress in my head meander

The sun’s smiling on the yarrows blooming
Vibrant with wild horses and vagrant birds.
Tuk  tuk how charming is the drumming of Frigat
Trilling  calls to his mate in a spate
blowing his scarlet throat.

What a bewitching beauty! Sable Island
what an escape into exotic lush landscape
In serenity of the island my hearts murmurs!
What a transfixing beauty! the black horse
Quel instant épatant avec le cœur palpitant

The act of adventure is gone bye
But the beautiful memories still fly
Like butterflies in my mind’s eye

After the man dies his spirit lives on
After the ride the memories hang on
What an unprecedented marathon
Those moments in my head persist
And me to distant islands transport

The horse once I rode is in Roxburgh fort                     
but the memories me ride now and exhort                     
They rock my body and knock at my mind                       
The pleasure of gallant ride lives in breath                                   
The pride of ride doesn't fade until my death.