Marziya Let Me Go
you are suffocating me
with your love
marziya
dont you know
shooting my
fragile predicament
your grandfather
flickr pro
haunted fleur de least
has raised her eyebrows
anthony posey from mardi gras
switching to lilting prose
uncle fred miller
is not one of those
though a few of his friends
are new now public foes
wear tight sweatshirt and panty hose
a camera in hand missing person
cousin lefty where he is
no one knows
jeff and leyla
style and fashion
in periodic throes
from dragony flys
photostream
recycled graphics
some awards that flows
wanda brown eyes
in disgust her nose blows
feeding fishes to the crows
new orleans lady
in sadness going
melancholy and morose
holga headed monster
friar tuck
yogically touching his nose
with his toes
these few lines
of pedestrian verse
written by
bollywoods most wanted
firoze
no feasts no hijdas
only bandra blogs
to dispose
more misery bad business
to add to my wolfish woes
in memory of jeff lamb and fred miller ,,my dear friends RIP
31 March 2018
as time has elusively flown
for friends that passed away
into the other world my verse
mourns ..what we possess today
is on loan nothing we own
in the end barefeet we have
to undertake the long journey
all alone no malice no hate no
scorn the soul to the celestial
skies airborne ..to an unknown
zone ..beyond the twilight in
search of a Moonstone ..
no calls no connection
no internet no facebook
no twitter just memories
of Flickr no mobile phone
the soul is no more accidental prone
from a cuckoos nest it has overflown
but such are the ways of the world
they remember you place daisies
lilies tulips on your tombstone
oh fred oh jeff to me you both were a milestone
Marziya Let Me Go
you are suffocating me
with your love
marziya
dont you know
shooting my
fragile predicament
your grandfather
flickr pro
haunted fleur de least
has raised her eyebrows
anthony posey from mardi gras
switching to lilting prose
uncle fred miller
is not one of those
though a few of his friends
are new now public foes
wear tight sweatshirt and panty hose
a camera in hand missing person
cousin lefty where he is
no one knows
jeff and leyla
style and fashion
in periodic throes
from dragony flys
photostream
recycled graphics
some awards that flows
wanda brown eyes
in disgust her nose blows
feeding fishes to the crows
new orleans lady
in sadness going
melancholy and morose
holga headed monster
friar tuck
yogically touching his nose
with his toes
these few lines
of pedestrian verse
written by
bollywoods most wanted
firoze
no feasts no hijdas
only bandra blogs
to dispose
more misery bad business
to add to my wolfish woes
in memory of jeff lamb and fred miller ,,my dear friends RIP
31 March 2018
as time has elusively flown
for friends that passed away
into the other world my verse
mourns ..what we possess today
is on loan nothing we own
in the end barefeet we have
to undertake the long journey
all alone no malice no hate no
scorn the soul to the celestial
skies airborne ..to an unknown
zone ..beyond the twilight in
search of a Moonstone ..
no calls no connection
no internet no facebook
no twitter just memories
of Flickr no mobile phone
the soul is no more accidental prone
from a cuckoos nest it has overflown
but such are the ways of the world
they remember you place daisies
lilies tulips on your tombstone
oh fred oh jeff to me you both were a milestone