Autumn: Tragic Fall

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Sprang open Spring a box of rainbow rains,
And Summer rains led to your gold grains;
Juice oozes from your yellow, mellow grapes,
You play a kingly show with curvy shapes.

Morning mist floats, dancing through trees;
Fragrance of fruits sails, prancing in breeze;
Bees buzz and birds hum, granting us bliss,
And night flurry flows hissing me with a kiss.

Fall, after a great rise, comes a worst fall,
And shows your fall my mirror on the wall;
Green turns into gold and now into grey;
I hear a grown-up lamb’s cry from the brae.

Copyright © September 14, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Cobra Kite

 

A
kite
cobra
hisses
on high
sky.
To flight or to fight
-In such height –
The gusty wind, the hot daylight,
Snake charmer below, quite right,
Birds that fly mimicking with delight
Or to freely, with arms open, try,
While flirting rosy clouds, to fly
-In blue sky-
And gleefully cry
With no sigh
Are What he can try.
He does fly
Terribly
High,
So
He chooses to fly
-In blue sky-
With delight,
To the tune
Of kite
charmer
who pulls
the
long,
tiny
end
of
his
tail
..
.

Copyright © September 12, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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If I ruled the world

If I ruled the whole world,
I would have Covid hurled

From all the four continents
And boost our own confidence,

And pack the leading politicos,
Who sat polishing their toes,

To an asylum to count stars
And sling their hearts at Mars;

I’d sit with you in my royal court
And have fun of their frantic sport.

Then I would gather all money
And give equally to each bunny,

And command all men to learn
To refine love in a poetry firm,

To spray love on withering plants,
And duly attend to innocent ants.

Finally, I’d crown my starry girl
And cradle her as a divine pearl.

Copyright © August 25, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Her Heart is My Sanctuary

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I floated fatigued as a ship with none to steer,
Banging, and crashing with no sanctuary near,

And then she dawned blooming: a crimson rose,
Soothing with an angelic smile my heart that froze.

Heart leapt sensing her move as a gentle breeze,
Glancing at me like the moon, through the trees.

In the morn, she sunned my cold, snowy world;
In the eve, my soul froze when darkness furled.

I stood wriggling and adoring her lovely heart
Waiting for a welcome call to my piece of art

Soon lovely petals opened and let me sail in;
Her heart is my sanctuary: my greatest win.

Copyright © August 18, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Time for us to go merry-go-round

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You are in your prime, and I’m in my clime;
Why sweetie in twenty then we waste this time?

Come, dance; we can gently our pleasures hound,
For here’s a time for us to go merry-go-round.

Run around, and you’ll see how flowers bloom
And drones fly around wanting for some room;

Birds, herds, and all love while their time is high,
So come sweetie; in delay, our prime will sigh.

Moon smiles and night palls a velvet blue veil
And owls and curlews sing in a choric wail;

Xylophones and cymbals bounce for our dance,
So come sweetie; let’s dive in a hypnotic trance.

Copyright © August 16, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Psychic woes

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Flutters a crocodile gecko his thick-edged tail,
And licks his sticky lips with his twisted tongue;
His eyes ablaze with fire, and in his abdomen,
Rotten corpses stand erect like haunting tombs.

And now – withering thuds of weighty strides
Drown the boulder, the child’s hideout,
And a wretch with a deep cut on his right jaw
Towers, beclouding him like a deformed ghost.

A tender home gecko breaks his own tiny tail
As a trick to escape from Crocodile’s grip,
Yet Crocodile lands on the tailor-less soul,
Seizes him by his neck, and they wrestle and fall.

Wresting – rustling stops, and sky stands higher;
Nature’s slow somber music laments in a choir.

 

Copyright © August 12, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Miracles

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I wonder when alone why we’ve been blessed with twos:
Two ears, two eyes, two hands, two feet and two shoes;
Ah, is that not a miracle?

Two eyes help us to view well the world and its wonders;
Cyclops had only one, and he committed cynical blunders;
Ah, vision is the pinnacle!

Two ears hear around us as guards and report all news
I lost one for a second and lost equally all views
Ah, is that not clinical?

We buy before each season ends, a pair of fancy shoes
My friend lost one and he walks now as if he has had booze
Ah, is that not satirical!

My eyes conspired with my heart to hook another heart
I dropped a note of love to own that precious art
Ah, songs she sings so lyrical!

 

Copyright © August 9, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Little Man

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One murky morning in early seventies,
Little Man, an eight-year old
Scrawny little child,
stole into an abandoned govt estate
with his two fellow thieves
and climbed a coconut tree,
for hunger flooded
his head.

That was his first space visit,
and it was not to spy on Moon
or to bring rice from Saturn,
yet to share with his two brothers
the remaining two young coconuts,
for he heard their bellies growl.
His left hand gripped the tree trunk
and the right twisted the first coconut
or tickled the nut behind,
and the nut smiled, hustled,
leapt down,
and then rolled

and knelt at the feet of a village bandit.
Either to snatch the coconut
or just to hear the child’s cry,
bandit picked the coconut.
Hunger clouded Little Man’s smile
and he said, “keep it, or I’ll fall
and die”.
The man was a bandit, yet he threw
the coconut and limped
down the sloppy land,
letting Little Man
win the game,

yet it was too late.
Either the child let his hand go
or he could not hold the tree trunk anymore,
he slipped down
and hugged the craggy mound.

 

Newton Ranaweera, July 28, 2020
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Starry crown

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Feast galloped into a hole
And king held just its tail
But his tummy did tell
a tale his tongue didn’t tell.

I’ve read an anti-heroic tale:
A jackal a king cat fooled
And aptly proved him a fool
Witless, tasteless, and old.

Voices hissed in her ears
To mourn, to fight for rights
Or free this bloodless tree
And flee from deceit and lie.

“I’ll wear,” lastly he did swear,
“Atop, thee, my starry crown
And sit beside thee benumbed
Adoring thy rosy, fairy feet”.

Copyright © April 23, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Doomed heart?

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He may lie to the whole world;
Rob he may the entire world,
But have you truly noted one
Escaping from his faulty heart?

He may pick a delicate flower,
And create a castle sky high,
But have you seen a man ever
Mending his crumbling heart?

He may win the entire world;
Lords may kiss his velvet feet,
But can he ever, truly heal
His doomed, aggrieved heart?

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Upstream, you did swim!

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Upstream, you did swim,
Sprinkling love on envy,
And ousting fame and name as sputum,
But we’re paddling and battling downstream.

Upstream, you did swim,
Partaking from love of owning,
And tuning paeans seeing others dining,
But we’re paddling and battling downstream.

ඔබ ගියේ උඩු ගං

ඔබ ගියේ උඩු ගං
වෛරයට, පෙම් ජලය ඉසිමින්,
කිත්, යසස්, කෙළ පිඩක් යැයි හඟිමින්.
එහෙත් අපි තරඟයක ගළන ගඟ සමගින්.

ඔබ ගියේ උඩු ගං
වෙන්වීම, නියත බව දකිමින්,
දන්දීම, මහඟු මග ලෙස ගනිමින්,
එහෙත් අපි තරඟයක ගළන ගඟ සමගින්.

Copyright © April 12, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Jungle law? / අවනීතිය?

A-Monkey 2

Dinosaurs! a meteor killed.
In case, it failed,
Sure, they could have killed
You, me, and all.

Corona, will kill us all.
(I hope it won’t!)
In case, it failed,
Darwin, for sure,
Will prove us false.

ඩයිනසෝර්? නැහුනා.
උල්කාපාතයක් වැටිලා!
හැබැයි නැහුනෙ නැත්නම්,
අපි ඔක්කොම නහිනවා.

අපිත් නහිනවා,
කොරෝනා ගහළා.
හැබැයි නැහුනෙ නැත්නම්,
අනිත් උන් නහිනවා.

Copyright © April 5, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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Magics?

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Did those clear eyes
that grin and sneer at
a man’s lost eyesight
see their sister-daughters,
or brother-sons
that did his ill-fate breed?

He was the beacon,
the guiding North Star
that guided us all
when we just grouped,
but what use of those magics
if in mud he wallows?

Copyright © April 5, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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The Tenants

The Tenants, Poem

Let’s say.

Let’s say high,
kneeling down,
weeping, lamenting,
while waving
milk-white flags,
the emblem of peace,
praying,

“Give us,
just one chance more
to learn and live”.

Let’s say high,
pray and pledge,
palm on our lungs,
kneeling down.

Yeah, let’s say
high and loud,

“Allow us to live
as tenants, at least”.

 

Newton Ranaweera, March 29, 2020.
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A single wish!

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In a police cell I live today
with fellow criminals
who may know not, as I do,
why we’ve been locked in.

Zoom in tales so horrible
from lonely, dark rooms,
maybe hellish than this cell
that we freely move around.

I see one’s feeble face
illumined with a single hope,
with a dire desire to die,
holding a loved one’s hand,

and with a faint, farewell look.

Copyright © March 28, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
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