seri two poems. i mean my level these only poems. first one is spoofy and written half a year ago. it was a bit crude. now it is edited. the second one is new.

tweedledum and tweedledee

i am the walrus
said lennon
i am a walrus too
said bono
so which walrus do i talk to?
asked the harvester
you better speak to me
for i am the only star here
the sun has scared the clouds
said ringo starr

the oil was as oily as it could be
the gunpowder was dry as dry can be
you could not see a cloud
were they standing in chernboyl?
no birds were flying overhead
there was no bush to rest on

if five minister with five interpreters
speak about it for half a year
do you suppose asked the harvester
that they could drink clear wine with aq kahn
i doubt it said the pop
and he shed a drop of blood

oy africans come and walk with us
so said the harvester
a pleasant walk,a pleasant talk
along the briny pool 
we can not do with more than five
to give a hand to each

the oldest african dint understand him
so never a word he said
but winked his eye
and shook his hand
meaning to say
he dint care

but four young elephants hurried up
all eager for the treat
their skins were brushed,their faces washed
their hats were big and clean
and this was odd, because, you know,
they hadn't any head

and the four elephants followed them
one had big ears
the other had big tusk
another had a big trunk
and the other had 13 wives

the pope and the harvester
talked for a hour or so,
and then they rested on a chair
conveniently rectilinear
and all the elephants stood
and waited in a row

the time has come, the pope said
to talk of many things
of eggman and van and yellow mother custard
of crabalocker fishwife and pornographic priestess
and why the sea is boiling hot
and whether ozone has an o in it

but wait a bit,the elephants cried
before we have our chat
for some of us are out of depth
and we expect a house,on the rocks
no worry said the carpenter
they thanked him much for that

a loaf of bread the walrus said,
is what we chiefly need
pepper and oil besides
are very good indeed
now if you're ready,elephants
we can begin to feed and grow

but not on us the elephants cried
turning a little black and wet
after such promises,that would be
a dismal thing to do
the might are always fine, said the walrus
can you ever protect maitri?

it was so kind of you to come
and you are very big
the harvester said nothing but
pour us another glass
i wish you were not quite so dumb
i've had to ask you twice

it seems a shame,the pope said,
to play them such a trick,
after we've brought them out so far
and made them rot so quick
the harvester said nothing but
the ice is just too thick

i weep for you,the pope said
i deeply sympathize
with sobs and tears he sorted out
those of the largest size and depth
holding his laptop he showed him the wells
before his streaming eyes.

oi asians,said the harvester
you've had a pleasant meeting
so shall we all climb eiffel tower
but answer came there none
and this was scarcely odd, because
they'd invaded every one.

"we like the pope best," said the watchmen, "because you see he was a little sorry for the poor elephants".
"He ate more than the harvester, though" said Tweedledee. "You see he held his laptop in front, so that the carpenter couldn't count how many he had taken: contrariwise." .
"that was mean!" said the watchman indignantly. "then I like the harvester best-if he didn't consume so much as the pope".
"but he drank as much as he could get," said Tweedledum.This was a puzzler. After a pause,watchman began, "well! They were both very unpleasant characters".. and then the watchmen were shot

the harvester of sorrows

he was short and fat
skin the colour of cooum
you ugly child wailed his amma
what shall i do with you?

let me go amma
there is just too much sadness
my heart longs to be a buffalo
and my legs want to wander

he asked him amma just for one more
and so he started his journey
seated on his buffalo
the rope in his hands

away he went
in and out of wormholes
and harvested as much as he could
the sadness which was every where

a distant bell,a temple bell
wailing lady and a wailing child
the bell yet again
and the wailing too

dear lady asked the harvester
why do you cry?
i cant feed my baby
and god doesnt listen

dear lady,said the smug harvester
he does listen you know
its just you dont do it right
but i shall teach you

 the lady picked her baby
and hugged it to silence it
oh dear sir bless you
enlighten and save me

dear lady, light is faster than sound
and a thought is faster than light
a prayer is a thought
no matter its tone

you pray for long
then you ring the bell
and when god wants to listen
you just wail

so dear lady first the bell
then your prayer
he shall answer
for i am the harvester of sorrows

the lady lay her baby on the floor
she removed the bell and the chain
and launched it with such force
she never knew twas in her

the bell did its job
he lay flat on the floor
a minute and a half
he was dead

the police came
the lady went
so did the baby
the temple was silent

the lady was happy again
she was served rice daily
her baby was well fed
the temple was peaceful

and daily she would pray
praise the harvester of sorrows
for without him
i wouldnt be here



Insignia said...

Oh my!! Oh my!! The second one just made my heart skip a beat!!

You have written it beautiful. But I dont like sad stories :-(

Good job!! Try more of it with some happy ending

HaRy!! said...

ena ya room potu yosichiya

soin said...

@hary..ithukelam romm pota..