Category Archives: Poetry

LoveBird

Someone said it was National Poetry Month? So. I wrote this several weeks ago. Love flew in my window last night. Stretched his wings out wide and came to rest upon my heart. Feathered up all his sumptuous sweet breath And called awareness to his sound. Come close, Love. Sing your soft song down my…




Poem of The Week – “Infinity”

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Hello there, wonderful world of BayArt! It’s me, Queertastic, and I’m back again with our features poem for this week It was written by the very talented Kinjal Parekh, and it’s called “Infinity”. If you want to get your poetry featured on BayArt, you can check out our program here. “Infinity” ; Kinjal Parekh If…




Infra

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  Gone are balmy days. The jungles canon now applies. ‘DO NOT PASS’ reads the sign. We are not precocious minds. Olfaction overwhelmed on entry. Burry plants scratch and, sting. A souse of sweat, flowing free. The itinerant pair are not prepared. No place for eiderdowns, no point to harangue. They must find the jungles…




Apathy

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The first time we met It was Spring; blossoms on every tree my naive heart dancing with joy making way for love Love like a gust of wind —unannounced I had no choice but to let you in you touched my lips and made me sing long walks along the parks lost in your eyes…




Vernal Shores

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  Taught expeditiously, to trill and, squawk. The reveille rings at 4 o’clock. Another day of genuflection, to the corpulent, boreal lords. Canvassing the favour of gewgaws. Remain phlegmatic and dream of vernal shores. An axiomatic life. Doff the uniform, end the strife. I am rancorous. Trapped in a seine, I feel the Quahogs pain. Supercilious…




The Scourge of the Town

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  She is a scurrilous one. Artless and fistulous. Vaunted for everything she does. Not the amative type, luxe is her way. I did not take her for a proselyte. Finding God, she takes the sacerdotal rights. A flume of spirituality. A reprobate personality, no more. No more feints to stay alive. No more feeling…




If continued…

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If only I were a better writer; I would weave alphabets and make words out of thin air words that can reflect; what you mean to me and show you how much I care If I could sing sonnets of our love and ballads of the wonderful times If I could pour my heart out…




Looking Forward

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Its may seem hard Yes, sometimes so discouraging That, You’d wish You’d given up Nope! That’s the best moment! Yes! The best moment to look right straight Straight ahead! Because, there remains a prize for You ahead! The reward of  Your efforts! So, Keep Looking Forward!