My Love Don Go

Time it seems wants to take his own back 

Like a playground child w' ownership in his hands 
Enforcing with intent to bully emotion sadness into joy 
It is mine I want it back, in insistence he holds 


Regardless of your present stands of declare 
I am more than cheerful for being that crude 
Time it seems wants to collect his own back 
Like minutes run, allowed on jukebox dance mat 


Enforcing the echoes of silence in mid-dance 
Courtesy is over rated and without show to falter 
It is mine, I want it back; hear me loud
And the heavens can rain tears regardless  

Time it seems wants to take his own back  
Like a plague on harvested grain
To leave courtship dead in the course of try
But what of love and what passion we share


What of the entwined bond we hold of touch 
What of promises we made in dream's pool 
Time it seems wants to collect his own back 
As seasons ends and autumn emerge 


We met on crossroads, on routes home
We shared a den and scattered like birds disturbed  
O my love don go, the cruelty of time clouds heavy 
The rains gather with tears to mourn this premature 

Capturing a flower

This flower, capturing this moment  
A stretch out to touch this gem 
This pearl, solidified to make fascination real 
Align allegiance with spectacular, this radiance  


To witness this moment 
To touch fairy wings and unicorn horns  
I have seen magic in its purest, in this life 
What delight of beauty ordained on nature  


When the heavens leaves open, oportune  
Curvature doors long enough ajar, this moment   
To witness paradise with such sight from earth 
And see rainbow radiate from within, this aura  


This angel, this moment, this smile 
This twinkle in the eye 
This star bright, this joy 
Forever captured, this flower  

My Joyful Day

I will silence the winds 
And have the trees stop their dance 
Until called upon to do so 

I will call out the clouds 
And say to them, this day 
Just this day, spare me your rain 


And the grass will know to keep to a height 
We greed on, upon a gentleman's handshake  
Not too high a' not too short, just perfect in trim 


The sea will calm their rattle 
The dolphins will synchronise their jumps 
The salmons will not yet go red 


I will have the sun come out  
And the birds will line in choir, well tuned 
Ready and willing to sing at a moments notice 


And the sky will give me 
Its bluesiest of colour so picture perfect 
For ceremonial  me, to sit in adore   


To name this day 
My joyful day, oh what a day 
To have this day be  

Announce Tables

Announce tables 
A stage set, a page turned  
A letter head with an unknown name 


A picture drawn, with an unknown face 
A character stands undefined
A faint disturbance from a standing mic


The winds blow, the curtains dance
 A Mexican wave gathers form   
Slowly with grace, like a ball room dance 


A whisper of sound, awakening light 
Ignites blaze, glow of fire  
Slowly gathers ground like the waves 


A figure enters a crowded room 
He takes a step, and nears the stand 
He finds the center and comes to light 


A stage is set, a page is turned 
A character is defined 
In a sea of crowd gather 


Who are you to be 
In a crowded room, taking steps 
While shoes wait to be owned, claimed,  filled 



Announce tables 
A stage set, a page turned  
A letter head with an unknown name 

Mystery and Magic

Blankety blank, doors goes bang  

Mystery lurks behind

Ah, bang goes rabbits! 

Edited by: Ramesh Sood 

Faded Tapestry

Drum rolls, pictures fade on project-al, slowly   
Faded memory of prime, lovers that came a' went  
There was a time, when I used to swing and lights sparkled 


Playing gallantry with the dance floor 
I made the earth vibrate down to its very core 
With such foxtrot moves, I conjured up tango and danced 


There was a time, in not too distance past
When my stands brought novation, adored, stage light bright   
And I charmed the most pessimist to believe in miracles  


Occasionally I walk past walls, such walls 
That once captured shadows of dance, in my prime 
In my prime, in my prime, oh in my prime 


A song in my heard, tap tap, foot movements 
Tempts a come back, with dim lights flickering 
And I heard an old soul calling 


My brittle bones, fights to escape 
This captive surrender, rose cottage signal signs  of an end 
I fight so I can be  a matador again, 


To bring shadows back to this life again 
To bring shadows back to this life again 
Drum rolls pictures fade on  projected walls 

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Dancing to the Beat

Vibrant sounds echoes from distance

Hibernated energy awaken in the souls of man

Dance brings movements, celebrated hour

Charlie Chaplin

Oh Charlie , back when I was so young 
And the box set, I sat in front  
Only showed in black and white, so small  


No words spoken to show intent, signs 
Act, actions, oh but you made me laugh so loud 
And I brought the house down, with giggles   


Like the house of cards, tumbling, rolling with belly laughs 
Running in fast forward, on walk steps, dance steps
On two legged fork doing the one, two step 


You knew how to wow the girls, so much, you show off
Moving in cartoonish ways with sway 
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie, oh Charlie Chaplin  


What good old classics, truly time tested  
You gave to me in gift of joy and laughters 
Like clock works you never failed to amuse, like clock works


You made me laugh a thousand laughs, belly laughs  
Tears in my eyes, my jaw hurts, I ask for more 
Just on silent movies, oh  what such classics  


Oh what such happiness 
You brought to my door step 
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie, oh Charlie Chaplin 

A Mexican Stand-off

Some times I feel like greed 
Going after too many objects that glitter  
My eyes goes blind, and I am left with none  


Close though, always close enough 
To taste ownership of the dream 
So I make a come back, on addiction of ambition 


Sometimes I stretch so much, so far  
I lose elasticity and take on other forms 
Like what lies between magic and the spell "half baked"

Longer in such forms than I want to be 

In transformation state. No one is suppose to look 
In the  hot eyes of melting ore, not for that long  

Some times it is the commitment that lacks 

Like sitting to watch a screen play about, me myself a' I  
By a bunch of rebellious teenagers, with other plans 


There is always that tingling feeling 
That takes me back, with strive 
For a while away from procrastination 


That lures me into just one more step 

When I am past the muscles  stretch of strength  

Just one more, to shy procrastination 

Sometimes I take that step, with vim  

Other times I feel  so stretched 
Chasing two dreams on opposite ends 


Facing a Mexican stand-off with a handicap  
Awaiting for outcome on count down 
Between sat in sofa comfort procrastination and strive 


Something has got to give, that is the rule
Something always gives, that is the rule 
When the needle drops, that is the rule  

But for renewed strength from back bones 
Which says to one, take on the two, am with you 
I believe in you, and no mountain is too high to climb 


To make it to one's feet 
And still be the fastest shooter 
With smith and western 

A Song, A Scent

A song, a scent, suddenly I am in paradise
A sunny place, a happy place, a fun place 
Gravity feels a little lighter on weights, I'm weightless    


The breeze sings a calming song to my ears 
On tree branches, swinging on dance melody  
The flowers, bright and rich of hibiscus, red 


The sun plays disco with reflecting lights 
On the surface of aqua, like diamonds   
It sparkles, on rainbow colours, the sky so blue 


Even the aluminium roofing sheets join in  
Like an open invitation to symphony of happiness
The birds, the insects, the animals, come out to play  


A ripe mango lay hang on trees, coconut, cocoa   
Inviting me to plug, with taste on delight 
Every single senses in my mouth alive 


The shade gives me resting lie 
To sit and ponder, to enjoy every bit of nature
For here I wonder and awe life in treasures 


This is my utopia, my happy place
In the gardens of joy, in nature, on memory lane  
A scent, a song, suddenly I am in paradise 


Some where in my childhood memory 
Some where up on the mango tree 
A scent, a song, suddenly I am in paradise 

The Dancing Joromi

Today I saw an epiphany, Joromi in the shop window

Hanging on a doll, sat on a Victorian rest

Cinderella's shoes and a necklace to match

Joromi looked alive, incandescent bursting with excitement

She moved on pause, pulse, in a beautiful, butterfly print 

She had a heavenly spirit, that drew on my hunger

Today I saw Joromi in the shop window

Next to her, stood such adoring dancing shoes 

So tonight, when the bells go din dong, in moon light show

I will be at the ball room, with Joromi

Ready to dance  my tango and foxtrot

Dance my High-life, to win the heart of my love

Today I saw Joromi in the shop window

Tonight I will become one with Joromi

And dance the night before dawn

Today I will win my lovers heart


And take Joromi home with me 
Today I saw Joromi in the shop window 
Tonight Joromi would share my bed 

Am I Radical

I am not radical, as a man 
Half the time, I turn a blind eye
Too far fetch, on box set  


I read books seen through 
I like them and I get carried away
To worlds away


Politics is a bore
Indulgence, by the overzealous  
I am not into politics 


As a poet, 
Maybe just border line
I can't help myself


My thoughts run wild 
With notion of rational
To my finger tips, where 


Key pad, click, click, tap dance, 
Next to my knowledge, the story line drawn, 
And to the reader myself as one, to take in notions


To have been, thought provoked
In what I read, in my own words
In what I think, in analysis


I am not, radical as a man 
But am afraid, in confessions 
My subconsciousness   


Bares the label 
And calls freethinking
His own, to thought provoke

Theatre Of Life

Theatre of life...
Politician, politicking
With lives of a Mother’s Son
Wars being called theatre
To sweeten the horrors of our nature


Flag drape coffins
Lining up the tarmac 
Heroes whose Mothers
Would have wished their Heroes


Were the one's...
That did bury them 
In their old age 


Now stand
In graveyardS
Overlooking gravestone
With inscription of their sons


Still, in these present times
We find ourselves
Faced with situations
That needs resolving
And our heroes are the ones
That are called for
In this theatre


We stand saluted
To the fallen soldiers
Who fell
In theatre