Tag Archives: history repeating itself

When You Hear Of My Passing

October 3, 2018PoemsDaughter, do not take sides, family, fate, Father, food for thought, history repeating itself, my one true love, personal, poison mothers, regret, Satori Publishing, Son, sorrow, too late, total love, When You Hear Of My Passingsatoripublishing2013

When you hear of my passing
Will it make you pause … and think of Life gone by
Or will you just shrug, look away, not even a sigh.
When you hear of my passing
Will it touch you enough to squeeze out one tear
Or will you continue to act as if I was never here.

When you hear of my passing
Will you at least raise your hands in prayer
Show the relatives that, deep down, you care.
When you hear of my passing
Will it warm a memory in your cold, cold heart
Will you appreciate my total love from the start.

When you hear of my passing
Slowly read these words that you did not want to hear
Acknowledge the one-way love, and the price paid so dear.
When you hear of my passing
Think of the mothers who poisoned and twisted our Fate
My father and I, you and I, we learn this much too late.

Generally

January 12, 2014Poemschickens coming home to roost, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, Generally, history repeating itself, major surgery, original, Pakistani, reap what you sow, Satori Publishing, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionarysatoripublishing2013

General Bigstick : “What is Constitution?
A document of twelve pages …
I can tear it into pieces
And throw it away!”

Generally speaking, there are documents
That can tear a man into pieces
And throw him away.

Or, speaking in General,
There are key documents
That can blow your plane into pieces
And throw you all over the sky.

Paki Corner Shop

November 1, 2013Poemsacross the board, brash, cutting edge, dramatic, eye for an eye, facing facts, Fatima Bhutto, history repeating itself, in plain sight, original, Paki Corner Shop, Pakistani, passion, personal, poetic, Satori Publishing, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Fatima Bhutto knows that your father
had her father killed.
And your mother knew it.

Do you know that your father
had your mother killed?
Your mother knew it.

In the instant the bullet entered her fatuous skull
In the instant her fat arse lost sphincter control…
She knew it.