POETRY
Waves
Waves, n the sunny seas
oh yeah, they call to me
come join us in our joy
In the brace of our saline tongues
You’ll play
I run towards the waters jump in the bue-green liquid
the planktons hidden
they stare at me
As I splash in the water
the water splashes up
Like a cover around me
I stand up again
as the waters too cold
The waves they start to come
The first ones like a rocket
coming zooming to me
But as it comes in front of me
it breaks down
and all I get is a ripple
Then there’s the second one
coming like a horse
This one strikes
and the water blasts around my body
Now they have begun
The other waves start coming
I get a lashing like as if its a fun whip
Striking like an arrow
Three waves hit me like that
Boom!Boom and Boom again!!!!
The salines in my nose
There’s that salty foam everywhere
I sit down for break
But what the heck
There’s another
Coming straight to me with force
This ones hits my back hard
My insides shaking like balloons
But in that whack there is a certain joy
and the waves, they keep coming
Treacherously from all sides
sometimes from the left
Then from the right
or just making their own road of splash
I revel in the sea
In the treachery of glee
The waves swinging me around
me going round and round and round
The sun shines on my salted hair
as I move towards the sands
Sitting on the wet beach mud
I see a hermit crab passing by
My tight bones have cracked open
and the sea has relieved my back
Looking back at the sea
I see the waves- a – jumping
I see the merry they make
and I rush to join them again
Trinity Lobo
Muscles he wanted
Day and night
To the gym he went
For greater calves and thighs
Pumping Iron
And fleshing biceps
He wanted to be the best
Rhyming dumb-bells
And lifting weights
He wanted to conquer
The taller gates
And hike longer trails
Time goes by,
Muscles grow like balls
Success beckons
Then Hollywood gives a call
Years of patience pay off
Success grows grand
Movies expand his glory
Money starts to roll in
And the amounts that show up
Make your head spin
Money is a fountain
That still flows like a shower
on him
Got all the happiness in the world
And the satisfaction of achieving his goals
Who is this, to know I,m eager
None other than Arnold Schwarznegger
The Clown
He laughs and he claps
And in a moment he snaps
In the circus he plays
With the poodles and blades
In whatever he finds
There’s a humor behind
Rewarded in claps
And awarded in cheers
Bringing a lot of sunshine
In the human river of tears
Ain’t nothing wrong with this clown
His head is not turned around
Red tops and Lipstick
And his amazing getup
He shines in his smiles
Along the artists he riles
The circus is in town
No Pennywise or Arthur Flek
Just our Jolly good clown
One Paradise to Another
Missed the Ferry yeah
On the road to Bombay
Disappointed I was,
I’d say
Now I walked back
What to do, I wondered
Walked to the bus stop nearby
Got into the bus and took my seat
Wasn’t feeling good
As the bus was a dump
Missed the blue skies I would see
And the huge ships sailing
Gulls flying around the ship
Now sitting in the bus
I wondered what would happen,
A dull mundane journey
That’s what it would be
The bus began with smoke and dust
And the noises comin’ from
hinges and rust
Starting with the creaks and clanks
The journey began
As the bus started its movement
The journey began
The bus started to travel the land
Houses and buildings I started to see
Tourist buildings made for
breakfast and stay
As the bus moved
Out of the buildings
The road began to open
And I sat there
My eyes …… dozing
I fell asleep……
Felt like a flashlight
It woke me up
I looked around
It was the sun
Rubbing my eyes
For a better view
What I saw amazed me through
Beautiful fields of green grass
And in between were fields of rice
Farmers cutting the rice crop
Harvesting it from the water-filled soil
Such fine senery
Such beautiful greenery
As the bus passed through
The green haven and slies of blue
My sight was fine
I could never imagine the joy
I felt as the winds blew in my face
I had missed one paradise
Only to gain another.
The SniperThe desert winds blow
With sand grains and microstones
The stone houses
They stand amidst the sands
The heat shoots up
In the city
Not by the sun
But by guns and missiles of the
Bomber planes fall
The heat was a furnace and the
sniper sweated salts
His helmet on his head was his own relief
And a bottle of mineral water.
His eyes stayed on the lens
Waiting for his target
All day, he was waiting
From the heat to the time of dusk
He was waiting ready for the shot.
The town was occasionally filled with people
Today was not the day
Few people sat on the street
Others wandered away
The night would soon set in
Though it was still daylight
And our sniper waited for the man
To come in sight
Nothing seen on the horizon, but searing
Heat and distorting images
All of a sudden
From out of nowhere
A black figure shone
From the base of the house
It just popped up high
The Sniper put his finger on the trigger
Aiming for the target
He let it rip
The figure was down in a minute
It lay flat on the ground
Dead, and still as stone
Like a split coconut
Mean terrorist, that’s what he was
Using that brain to kill and plan,
For the bombing of non- Muslim lands
Now the blood of his head
Like thick sauce, was sprayed on the floor
The snipers job was over,
A head claimed for the day
And as the terrorists family mourned
To the American base,
The sniper walked his way.
The rowing man
The rowing man He rows
Through sun, and wind
And hard – drop rain
From the cove he starts,
Fish, prawns and auto-parts
the island is where he starts
Ferrying across is an art
His skin tans in sun
and in his basket
melt the buns
Never being paid in full
As the product is always
Screwed
But still he goes on
Day and night
And then beginning
from twilight
he rows across the sea
and the salts eat at his feet
but finally he makes to port
and has to ferry back a goat
As the night begins to fall
With love and food he goes
To feed his family
And finally to bed he crawls
——— Trinity Lobo
The Portuguese Pigeon
The Portuguese Pigeons
They squat on the pavements
Circles they keep goin around in
Wonder how the do so ?
But they never fly
And they just stick to the ground
And take their lovely circles
Round and round they go
A lot of shit around
But for them , life is sound
And their lives gel with the earth
But you are a bird,
A bird with wings
The treasure of your existence
Spread your wings
Go Fly away
For wings are to fly
And not be closed deep within
For flights leads to new places
And the birth of new eyes
So don’t stay down, bugger
Like a plane
Conquer the Skies!!!
—- Trinity Lobo
