Debanjan Dhar Poems
|1.||A Beat A Stone||7/4/2013|
|3.||I Brought You A Whine||12/12/2013|
|4.||No One Was Home||7/3/2013|
|5.||The Sun Finds You||7/3/2013|
|6.||Five Feet Ten||1/17/2014|
|7.||I Would Leave No Breadcrumbs In The Alleyway||3/20/2014|
|8.||A Whiskey Nursery||4/6/2014|
|9.||Songs From Silver Street||7/3/2013|
|11.||The Golden Of The Dark Lake||7/3/2013|
|12.||Roll On Over||1/17/2014|
|18.||I Dont Have A Gun||7/3/2013|
A Beat A Stone
A beat is a stone to which a parachute is tied.
A beat is a ripple, Welcome my mermaid bride.
When the beat is done, you have tried your heart,
Cheek and tongue.
There is a beat in a light in a little packet.
There’s a purple tree on a white sheet.
Silver strings from silver streets.
All in a beat in a constant speed.
Gorillas shy in the eagle’s sky
There’s a beat in the red of the summer’s death.
Picture perfect, catch that bluff
Swing thou beat, at the off.
A light is shown on the men, who work,
Men who smirk, men who pause to miss a ...
That was just a gimmick, a poor hand on mimic,
Tasteless stereo-comic - How outrageously platonic.
Makes a fellow laugh, be indifferent as a calf.
May cut the head in halves and then lead the mind to starve
For a gentle wise approval, for a deeper sense of real.
An age and its burial, the present in a visual,
Like a leading man on the stage, like the peasant in the tiger cage,
From the mountain home of a sage comes an order to simply graze.
On a sunshine golden hay