Death of my Childhood Place

I miss the place so much
where I could climb trees
ate star apples and green mangoes
from fruit trees near our house                
 
bath in the river
made a raft
out from banana or bamboo trunk
go boating with my brother
and enjoyed swimming in the river
 
Where we made a makeshift dam
got some catfish
or played  with the tadpoles
and shooed away the frogs
 
and on rainy day
played with my childhood friend
creating pots and anything from the mud
forming clay vases and figurines
and enjoy the drizzles of the rain
 
But father sold the place
and we moved to an urban zone
where trees don't bear fruits
and fruits are not on trees but on groceries.
and clays are beneath the cemented road
and during rainy days
people will not go out
and everyone seems so busy on
their business and their job
 
so in grief of my childhood place
and gone with it is my childhood stage

Growing Up

 I never grew up

I still like beer
like I did when I was 16
Mommy
Daddy
all my teachers
several bosses
lots of friends
they all told me to grow up
I never did
Even my children hint at it
Dad! Gotta love ya
and then they giggle
That is the part I love
And when my wife says...
That is just the way he is..
I even like that better.
A kid in an old mans body
How good can it get
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Never again

 Never again will I be duped

Never again will I fall in your trap
 
Never again will I'll get near
to someone who is tricky, sly and foxy
 
Never again will you fool me
Never again will you bring me down
 
Never again will I let cruelty triumph
Never again will you make me cry
 
I'm stronger now and have grown in wisdom
and never again can you ruin my heart
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Rare Find

It's a rare find these days,
to find a beautiful mature person.
It's is either
beautiful and still a baby,
or matured and ugly.
not because it's the natural law,
but because most of us grow,
bringing with us negativities.
It's not just because of the law of gravity,
that the skin sags and
eye bugs drop in asymmetry
but more because of keeping under our skin,
resentment, frustrations
unforgiveness,  
anger and envy.
and I'm not pointing here
mere physical beauty.
 
 
We can still grow old gracefully,
maybe not physically pretty.
but we can dress our personality
with grace, kindness and congeniality.
It doesn't need an expensive jewelry
to show or bring out the best in us.
 
a warm smile than a frown
a cheerful disposition than a "feeling down"
for sure can make us grow with inner calm.
 
like an unattractive duckling
into graceful swan
or like an ugly caterpillar
into a beautiful butterfly.
or like a pure gold
that keeps its luster
despite the passage of time.

The Best Version of Me

I'm thankful that He made me the way I am
I can't imagine myself
if He made me like Alexander the Great
or He made me like Socrates
I guess He made the best version of me
not so well known
but happy and contented on my own.
 
I don't know what if He made me like Gandhi
Surely it's not me anymore
so instead of questioning why He didn't made me
as handsome as the mythical Narcissus or Adonis
or as powerful as Napoleon
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I know I am blessed because he made me
to be the best version of me.
 
He doesn't made all the flowers to be daisies
Some are roses, some are tulips, and some are lilies
He doesn't made all the birds to be eagles
some are bluebirds, and some are falcons
So thankful for the diversity
Brown, red, yellow, beige, white, black or blue
I'm thankful for the variety
for the wealth in diversity
and I know this is the best version of me.

Guilty Pleasure

I'm happy
but I feel guilty
of doing a thing which is others say…
a satiation to be abhorred
 
I'm living in this world…
of instilling what is moral
giving me  lingering guilt…
Instead of peace after the said gratifying sensations
 
I'm happy with what I have done
guilty pleasures!...
but the larvae and worms of religion
is pestering my conscience
 
I'm neither a monk nor a hermit…
I am flesh and not a spirit
I'm surrounded with heart-beating human…
who make my pandering emotions in wrangle
 
Perhaps!...
what the religion says as heavenly paradise…
is for the innocents…

Jonathan Earl Bowser - Cascade aka Water

- Cascade -

A fluid blade

has slashed deep wounds into his ragged face

The long cascade

and torrent cuts toward its distant place

And so they know

a brief caress and interlude of sleep

but soon she'll flow

to others lost in darkest ocean's deep

He makes to her

an offering, a lonely bloom of red

to thus confer

his longing, shall the Earth and Sea be wed?

Some rainbow smiles

the Water gives, but will not be his wife

He falls for miles

impaled on her flowing river knife...

 

Jonathan Earl Bowser - Cascade aka Water

I've been tempted by the Temptress

I've been tempted by the temptress
I've fallen into her sin
her sin consumes my flesh
through her soft and delicate skin

in this war she fights
she fights you from with in
she battles with her body
my body won't let me win

with my soul I give
I give to her to let me in
even though I know
it's one of man's
seven deadly sins

I've been tempted by the temptress
I have been persuaded by her touch
with each intoxicating breath we breathe
and connect
erecting bonds that do not bind
she confines me with her lust
buried with in her sin
she holds me hostage from with in
inside her human cage
she suffocates
with all her lust and rage

I've been tempted by the temptress
I live in her for her sin

her passion consumes the fantasy
her insanity consumes the mind
her compassion I seek
but can not find

I've searched deep inside her
looking for her truth
her truth she does not leave
leave for me to find

with each gaze into her eyes
I see but do not  realize
I bought and paid for all her lies

I've been tempted by the temptress
I've given into her sin
she fills me with her lust
I do unto her
what she does unto me
I'm giving back
what she's givin me
together our souls will burn
burn for all eternity

with her heart she will disguise
she misleads you with her lies
with her tears she cries
she hides
with out love
she opens up letting you inside
with her words she will manipulize
when she speaks she deprives
she speaks words that deceive
when she cuts you you will bleed
she will bring you to your  knees

I've been tempted by the temptress
I've come to her to sin
even though I know
it's one of man's
seven deadly sins

I've been tempted by the temptress
but I could not escape her lust
I know there's no salvation
trying to resist her temptation

when she needs me
she feeds me
she leaves me
empty with her lust

In the End...

I have done this
I have done that
I have done You
but I never did You
while I did this or that
It was all about you baby
until you came
with that other guy
to my party
In his tight T-shirt, white teeth
introduced as your cousins friend
The DICK
I knew it

And now, since you want to know
That is how I ended up with Tally

Desert Head

Desert Head
Behaving like a child
infantile browbeating
stunted growth of the character
 
Desert head
like staring the desert sands
with no oasis therein
no grass and plants for the camels and the Bedouins
 
Desert head
hairs died on his toxic character
don't like to grow on the follicles
his poisonous blood make the hair falls
 
Desert head
a paradigm of a living dead
breathing but devoid of life
with heart hard and cold
moving but like a falling leaf
detach from the source of life
rotting
starting to degrade
the worms eagerly waiting.
  
headstrong
conceited
have to turn away from this desert head.

without self control