Drama Poems
A Cosmic Drama
by AiR - Atman in Ravi
Nothing is real; it's a Cosmic Drama
We are just actors; we come and we go
There will be laughter; there will be tears
Such is the Cosmic Show…
It's a drama you see
Whatever will be, will be
Our role we must do, you see
What will be will be
Nothing is real; it's just a dream
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Fizet's Demise
by Gabrielle Allard
There once was a simple man, lowly born
In a time of war between clan
The red might of the English
The fortress of a french parish
This man made his fortune, selling corn
Fizet the merchant saw opportunity
Louisbourg was on the edge of the sea, hungry for unity
The life of a soldier is so cold, empty of pleasure
The sea has a bite so bold, it leaves you with despair so sure
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Words from a Woman
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses her stanzas locally.
By that I mean her stanzas nurse patience,
Drifting from gossips to loose, impotent
Talks held when midnights ail.
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Rain Talk
by Salai Kulamani Birlasekar
I was riding on my bike to my office
With dreary daily dullness;
Yet, happened to notice a drama in the sky:
Sun was so bright and suddenly dark cloud hid the light;
As I tuned my hyper sensitive senses on,
I heard them speaking in a meeting:
It was the Earth-table conference
Between the sun and the ocean
Clouds and rays were also presented—
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Continue readingRain Talk
by Salai Kulamani Birlasekar
I was riding on my bike to my office
With dreary daily dullness;
Yet, happened to notice a drama in the sky:
Sun was so bright and suddenly dark cloud hid the light;
As I tuned my hyper sensitive senses on,
I heard them speaking in a meeting:
It was the Earth-table conference
Between the sun and the ocean
Clouds and rays were also presented—
......
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by aaa bccuu
Continue readingWords from a Woman
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses her stanzas locally.
By that I mean her stanzas nurse patience,
Drifting from gossips to loose, impotent
Talks held when midnights ail.
......
Fizet's Demise
by Gabrielle Allard
There once was a simple man, lowly born
In a time of war between clan
The red might of the English
The fortress of a french parish
This man made his fortune, selling corn
Fizet the merchant saw opportunity
Louisbourg was on the edge of the sea, hungry for unity
The life of a soldier is so cold, empty of pleasure
The sea has a bite so bold, it leaves you with despair so sure
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my friends and I like to talk Shit.
by Jane Doe
shit,
I've been sitting in the middle of this room for too long.
For six months or so.
shit.
It's starting to get really hot in here, do you feel that?
Its hotter than before.
Shit...
Does it seem tighter in here to you?
Maybe the walls are closing in.
Shit!
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