Poems

Loneliness came calling

Seeped in and settled down

So familiarly uninvited

Like an annoying relative

And I dont know how to entertain him

And I can't lay the table for him

For my heart is on it...

No I can't be drunk in his arms

He reeks of resentment

Of wishes unfulfilled dreams aborted

Bottled love choking at the threshold.

How I told him to leave me alone

yet he slowly slid in

With a sad tune and a sigh

smooth and cynical

like a lover who loves you not.

So I let the chips fall

Cut a deal

until morning

Till Lord says "Now"

I sit

with the cards close to my chest

To play a charade of contentment

-Sentinaro Alley.

*Sigh* I wish I can write poems. I looove this poem by old hostel chum and bully extraordinaire Naro. She writes about things I have never felt but feel like feeling one day- for a brief while. I'm really horrible with poetry, I can only write lonnnnng answer papers about the merits of a poem (I don't understand the cards thing in the last stanza of this poem, though, but it still sounds wonderful).

I think to write really good poetry, its not enough to just know a lot of words. Poetry feeds on emotion and experience and I guess I dont have enough of both. The poems I usually write fall under the category of "lame":

O Wallclock that hangeth on the wall

Thy hands doth move so slow;

As yet this boring lecture

Has not yet reached its mid-point.

O wallclock thou tormenteth my eyes,

For thou makest their lashes

To meet in a slumb'rous smbrace....

I wish I was a poet who "eat men like air" or "dance like I've got diamonds"

Oh hell, Naro is so going to kill me. All that sensual energy and I had to put my two paises worth and totally kill the buzz.