Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Kung Fu Jack Ass vs The giANT


 Superman Batman Iron Man
They all had glorious fame
That did not bother
The one introvert hero
That no one had heard of
For he was fine in that
unknown farmers backyard
Being a normal Jack Ass
As any other day


But then was heard a sound
Like that of a super nova
And Jack Ass’s ears perked up
And he sighed for
The world needed him again
In a jiffy with ass lotion
Did he become
Kung Fu Jackass for the day again

This time the nemesis was not many
But one adversary who
Only wanted to draw out
Kung Fu Jackass for
He wanted to end the reign
Of humanity as such
By watching they self-destruct
There he was invisible to the naked
Eye you pervert.. eye..
There he was the evil Mr.Ant

Kung fu saw and laughed
By saying what ANTics have you
Been up to Mr.Ant?
The play of words was all
Kung Fu needed to keep
It fun and groovy y'all

The furious Mr.Ant said
You shall perish Kung Fu
For you do not know that
I have found the ANTidote
To counter your ass lotion
And to wipe away that smirk
Off your ugly face

HAHAHAHA he laughed and all
And asked the question
That had stumped the best
If you do not die today
Mr.Jackass "K" shall perish
In her own way light years away

Kung fu Smiled and said it was time
To duel Ant and asked
But then Mr.Ant K is 2000 light
Years away and every time
We travel through space
Time...
Goes backwards while the
Same on earth goes forward
So whatever you do
Everything has already happened
And then nothing has happened at all
So to say.

Mr.Ant stood there and watched
Stumped in his triumph..
For humanity did not stand a chance
and yet..
Kung Fu smiled and walked away
And that is how mon ami
Kung Fu saved our asses all
Over again.

A legend they say not known to anyone
every so again..

- A Filarial Special Pome

Monday, January 11, 2016

Kung FU Jack Ass - Goes Third






Burrrrppp did he and all raised
Their eye brows nastily
Little did he care for
All he thought of was..

Long and Far had he come
On the path untaken
Without anyone even knowing
The hero that he was

Rubbed the little elixir that was left
Of that he thought to be ass lotion
And sat on a rickety chair
To live out the days
With his farmer friend
That mortal Scientist
When..

A Cry he could hear
From outer space
Little did he understand
That sound does not
travel through space
Flew out did he
To meet yet another dooms day

Who you ask? Who else
But that inferior hero
That nobody knew off
Kung Fu Jackass was his name
Forget him not at least for
He was going to save
Our lame asses all over again

It was a trap to draw Mr.Jackass
 Zoom did he suddenly
Into a black hole and trapped
For Sound does not
Travel through space
But little did he know that
It did through time

Ass he accelerated through
The queen thought
She had won finally
For Kung FU would be
Thrown into a time
Where he ceased to exist


She would have her revenge
On her sister K
Who was imprisoned
For treason against the state
In jail she was
The king long gone
All alone

Kung fu did not think so
Turned on his ass did he
And that little elixir that he
Had rubbed turned to
A whole blob for time and space
Was collapsing which gave him

BOOOOM! Back was the famed
Flavour fart and he let one rip
That caused a ripple in
the expanses of Space and time
And there he was, Back in Beta K

Then new queen was appalled
Her plan had been thorned
Flee did she but where
In panic and all
But little chance did she stand
For she was up against that legend
Kung FU Jackass.

What ensued they say
Is legend till this day
K was freed and restored
 But all she pined for
Was her former nemesis

He looked at her once again
And with a smile once again
Flew into that doubles sun
To be sling shot back to
The oblivion of the unknown

-          A Filarial Special Pome

If you are interested here are the first two J


http://filarial.blogspot.in/2014/03/kung-fu-jackass-again.html

Monday, November 16, 2015

The Court Jester





He stood there
Almost like at the
Eye of the battle
That raged

He laughed at
What was at Play
Seemingly a war
Between good
And evil between
Black and White
So to say

The black knight fought
With valor and sleaze
Mixed in divine portions
Against the white knight
Who though white
Was probably just
As Black in his attack
And as their blood mixed
From the blows, it turned grey

The Jester watched on
And knew that
There was no good
Or evil for it was
All in the mind
But who was to say
That it wasn’t real
For it was only the Jester
Who could laugh?
As the battle raged

- A Filarial Pome

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Salvation

The path to salvation
is very similar to that
which leads one to
eternal damnation
there does not seem
much difference between
the two so to say
for without one
the other seems impure
I wonder though
which is it that I seek
Salvation or Damnation

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

To the Moon!



I boarded a rocket to the moon
A while back before which
Memories and experiences
Where sparse and galore
At the same time that is

Accelerated against gravity
And as we did lost
That big lower weight
Which to my surprise was
Filled with payload
To escape inertia and baggage

The second and third stage complete
And we were stranded in outer space
So to say but slowly but surely
One the path to the destination

It is this time that I felt
Is the most dangerous
For when things were
At a staggering pace
Associated with the escape
One had time not
To think a lot

It is in this time that
Memories and the past
Haunts you it seems
To the last for
Every few paces there
Are but thoughts

An interesting fact though
The pace as slow as it may seem
Is something that was earned
And the world around me
Moves just as fast

In fact back on earth the
Time differential is a killer
And far ahead has time moved
While I slowly progress
With a painful existence

I know not at the moment if
The gravity of the moon is close
 Or still far away
Is the path right or righteous?
But for now…
There is no escape

~A Filarial Special Pome

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Sometimes

Memories are an emotion not
They don’t let you go of the past
They flood you deluge you
With no warning whatsoever
A song a verse something
From a book is all that it takes
For memories to take charge
And make you feel enough

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

OF the Dragon and the Caterpillar



A dragon once kidnapped a princess
And put her on an island
The island had a lush forest
And as she made her way through
She saw a wood cutter

The wood cutter’s story was similar
Alone on that island having
Been brought by the dragon there
A little while earlier than
The princess herself

The princess was royalty
Having been brought up so
And yet she felt a surge of freedom
That the lonely island provided
And could not have been happier

Along with the woodcutter
She formed a friendship
That was carefree
And as the days and nights
Passed the bond only grew stronger

They scoured the mountains
And the valleys of the islands
Sun, Rain and snow they felt
Sang happy songs in zest
When they came across a caterpillar

The wood cutter was distracted
And the princess got news of
The outside world
The news was not good and
Without his knowledge did
She cut a deal with the dragon

She disappeared that night
And the wood cutter felt stranded
But the caterpillar on the instructions
Of the princess showed him
A path out of the island
A path he had not considered
To a whole new world

The island where there was no one
Else still remained in the illusive mind
But what the new world had forged
Drove things forward
For change he wondered was inevitable
No matter what the struggle

All that remained as a constant
Was the machinery of the Dragon
And the caterpillar wondrous

~ a filarial special pome

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Fear.



There was something in the closet
Something under the bed
Something behind that curtain
Was that a skeleton or a monster?

I got up in a haze
The room was still dark and
There was perspiration
On my face

It was tiny and small
And it ran from behind the curtain
Into my open closet
I could see it there

I got up slowly and
Looked for my specs
And then realized that
I had none for I wore not

I wondered why the instinct
Was it me or an alter
And yet the mystery stark
In that closet close to me

I got up and walked
And opened my closet door
To find but a mirror
In which was my cold dark face

Was that the monster I thought
The fear that was inside
I could not be sure
And threw my clothes hither thither

I had a blind realization
I was running from whom
Was it myself
Or the country open
Things were hazy
The fear was clear
Fear is always with you
Not happiness, nor sorrow
Fear is your friend
Fear is your foe
Fear is not
Fear is yes

I got up with a fright.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Kung Fu Jackass Again....




The king of the roaches
Sat up one night, not Sat night
Pondering on his kingdom
And the doom that prevailed

It had been seven years
Of lost itch and glory
Since that fateful day
When the queen had lost
To that jackass named Kung fu

The vermin had attacked
And taken over most of the kingdom
The queen had lost her sanity
For her heart was lost to insanity

The vermin were closing in
On the famed walls of the
Roach kingdom Zinzane
In that universe Beta K

And that was when he came
Having learned to interstellar
That same inferior hero
Who no one knew off

He had learned a new art
That of a flavor fart
What is that you ask
U would rather smell it not

The vermin surrounded the city
The forces were vile
The leader shouted
Surrender u damn roaches

The elixir still lasted
and Kung Fu Jack Ass thought
the roaches saw him as an enemy
and yet he was here to fight naught

He stood outside the room
And whispered the words
Queen I have come and I ask
Do you lie on a cos over a sine

She perked up and said
Yes this is a cot
You came after all
And left human kind to rot

He laughed and flew into the sky
And drank that elixir to the drop
He built of up his famed ass acidity
And let go of one big flavor fart

The vermin did not stand a chance
The king fell first then those rotten
One million that followed
Not knowing what hit them

The queen smiled into the sky
And was grateful the flavor
Was controlled
The city was saved but what
Of that inferior hero….

A smile exchanged and a seven
Year promise maintained
Kung fu was on his way
To the next place that he was not needed
Or so they said for it was legend.