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And he writes;
'I buy a bottle of red wine
from the lottery scratch
but it's not much?
Just a ten dollar bill.
And I try to eradicate
my bad cholesterol.
I take only a teaspoon
before the supper
but I noticed the level
that goes down faster
to the bottom,
Then only I realized
It's a tablespoon
I have used?
*to that homeless who said; 'If this not a non-filter cigarette we could have shared it brother, believe me I do not have any sexual transmitted diseases and try a puff if you like? '
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A homeless became a house owner for a while?
[I got myself a sleeping, walking, crying, talking Living doll.]-Cliff Richard, 'Living Doll',1959
A manor by the riverside
Black Swans mate and drift with ripples
in the Moonlit night,
And the dumb ferryman
Who sings a sad song
in his deep voice?
White washed Church stagnant
and the bell tolls to the strong winds
without a bell-ringer?
And he suddenly woke up to the moisture
As his cardboard shack got totally wet
Heavy rains started late in the night
And he sees through his blurred polythene window
Lightening makes sorrowful designs of life
in the dark barren sky?
*I remember while I was in California, one night a homeless smiled with me and he muttered; 'Long time no see? Sorry brother, I have a non-filter cigarette otherwise you could have a small puff into the patchy lungs if you don't mind? '
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I saw what you did?
Oh! My harmless
Black Ants!
Granules,
One by one
You have taken
From my opened
Tiny brown sugar bottle
Within the whole night
And it's empty now.
I peeped into your little World
And it's a big sugar mountain
But I cannot climb
As I am a diabetic!
*It's approximately forty years ago, myself and brother Lalith we watched together a detective movie 'I saw what you did' a matinee show, Oh! That beautiful childhood never comes? Remember a filter cigarette 'Four Aces' we pulled together the smoke up to the Heaven!
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A Very Sad Movie At A Dark Horizon?
I have not been to a movie theater
and it's really boring this life here? '
My beloved grumbles.
I pacified her;
'See this news darling
What a sad happening?
A gunman killed twelve at a theater in Aurora Mall, Colorado
and fifty nine wounded, and it's safe watching the movies
at home?
That's why I try everyday a scratch lottery
If it works properly, definitely
My first preference is buying a T.V. and a CD player
for you! '
*My deepest sympathies to all the victims and their families.
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A Homeless writes on the Ballot?
O the rich Winter comes
Poor Man's eternal enemy?
I have to move from my cardboard house
Nearby the Railway Station.
A hole in my old boot
and a penny stuck in the wallet?
I have to skip fish oil
the doctor prescribed for cholesterol
But I have to fill my miniature empty bottle
with that weather-beaten Elixir?
For decades I just dropped my poor vote
to every Tom, Dick and Harry
But still it's a dream
The handsome politician's usurp Utopia!
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The Glass Cleaner
The Native who comes with a bottle of Windex,
Regular paper roll and a damp piece of cloth.
He cleans the outer glass of the shop well
And you could see the World brighter!
When he finished the cleaning
Boss gave him few dollars and a big thank you!
He bought a scratch lottery out of his payment.
When he leaves smiley I asked; 'Any luck Mr.*Red Hawk? '
'Yes I won five dollars and I can drink a bottle of King Cobra beer tonight
And have a sound sleep! ' He said very happily.
Through the shined glass I saw he's walking towards his home
Like in a bygone Cowboy movie but without a horse!
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Kind glance at a sorrowful ash tray
The cigarette butts gather day by day
If it counts more than of his age
Like a mountain on the tray top.
I see in the darkness like a firefly
Cigarette moves here & there.
Where those circles of smoke
Gone to the sky?
My brother!
Don't burn yourself
And let the life burns.
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To My Precious Brother Lalith!
When I eat an apple I think of you
And when I sip a cheapest wine
I am with you,
When I smoke a non filter cigarette
I share with you,
When I walk along the lonely streets
I meet sometimes beautiful debutantes,
But I never take them into my soul
As I have a faithful fighting beloved with me
Who's like a glass of rum before the War in life!
But I think of you sadly as you're still a loner!
And I dive into my holey pocket, a damn shame
Pennies still shine like my innocent hopes?
blood is thicker than water............!
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Where I find a treasure-trove?
A Dollar coin stuck in my sticky wallet
And I salute the face that engraved on the coin,
The sixth President of the United States of America
Mr.John.Quincy.Adams who resembles my benevolent maternal grandpa.
I would like to Scratch a lottery to build up my treasury
But I am scared that I'll loose the coin which guards my magical wallet(notes fly & coins remain) since a long time.
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My old drunkard companion
Once a war veteran, who goes
with an old haversack which carry the belongings
hanging on his shoulder.
On his way towards the pedestrian crossing
stands at a bus stop a long time
and waiting for the train called 'Desire'.
Which is scheduled via the Cancer Reservation.
He lit a cheap cigarette, pulled a big puff to bottom of his lungs
and talking to himself.
'It seems to be an exile.'
Sounds of the locomotive echoes as ' passengers get ready please,
those who want to disembark at the station of farewell to the existence'.
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A pleasant mood of a ragged Angel!
A street child smiled
As a Lottery Winner!
And I inquired.
She has found a pencil stub
and an eraser
in a trash bin?
*[There's no experience better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.]-John Andrew Holmer
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Poor human puppetry and Warfare strategy
Bombers in the handsome sky with acrobats
And they dropp modern sophisticated devices.
Starving bonhomie children run to the playgrounds
As they believe some bonanza gifts from the superiors above.
Calcium, Iron and fish Oil capsules
B12 Injections, Mutivitamins and pain killers
Cough syrups, Viagra and Condoms
Precautions for sexual transmitted diseases
And for their chastity it seems,
For the boisterous & bombastic young recruits?
To fight with their poor own brothers & sisters!
Common Graveyards sincerely cry with deeds
As there are no any spaces for burial our offspring?
*Go dress yourself all in your best
And come along with me,
I'll take you to the cruel wars
In High Germany. - Some lyrics of a song.
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An aged Woman poses in front of a shattered mirror?
The rusty pincers she holds
With shivering fingers
And she plucks her grey hair
Here & there
She noticed in the eye brows too
few appears?
Dark rings below the eyes
And wrinkles on her forehead.
She smiles with the mirror
And mutters; 'No change at all the secret smile
But what happened to my youthful Elasticity? '
She realized for the first time in her life
That mirrors too speak sometimes?
'Madam! I am there with you
even in your fleeing beauty? '
*[God made woman from man's rib-not from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be walked upon, but from his side to be his partner in life, from under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.]
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Cradled
Sexually transmitted diseases,
Healthy mother and healthy babies;
And like a newborn baby who lies cradled in its mother's arms.
It is a natural process but,
Let us watch out for thses sexually transmitted diseases! !
The pride of parents when a baby is born,
And cradled in the mother's arm is this new born;
But having no prenatal care can put prenancies into a high risk!
So stay very healthy to overcome sexually transmitted diseases.
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Bootee!
I found
your
precious
bootee
Mom
in my dark room!
I tried
them
to my
wearied feet again.
But it's not fit?
Then I realized that
I am closer to your
resting place!
to all the mothers knitted our lives!
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Bottle Of Red Wine
(by bonnie bramlett and eric clapton)
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I cant get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
You hear what I say?
Gonna love you anyway.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I went to an all-night get together
And everyone I knew was there.
Had the love that would last forever.
Everywhere I looked, I saw you standing there.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I cant get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
I said get up right now, oh oh.
I said get up right now.
Feel so bad this morning; got a terrible headache in my head.
Do me a favor, baby, do me a favor please.
Please get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up, get up; get your man a big big bottle of red wine.
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Why are flowers brightly coloured and perfumed?
On a Sunday at dusk
fireflies gather under a flamboyant tree
and I met him with that familiar smile
near the dim light pub!
He introduced himself as 'Charles de Gaulle.'
'I am Nimal.Priyasiri.Dunuhinga from another planet? '
He ordered Scotch on the rocks
for me a Mrtini Rosso Vermouth
with a thin lemon slice.
Both of us lit the French cigarette 'Gitanes'
and I pulled a long puff into my patchy lungs?
We discussed current politics and lot of things.
Why are floweres brightly coloured and perfumed
While the humanity fades and stinks?
'It's Master's choice! '
And he reads my mind it seems?
Time has come you to quit poetry
and start painting.
No restrictions on painting at all
of the brush strokes?
When in poetry you collect kind friends
As same as few worst enemies too?
Don't waist your precious time in vain Comrade
If you come to France I could have arranged you a Working Visa
At least you can paint the Eiffel Tower there in your Life time!
*Humbly I dedicate this scribble to www.FeedTheChildren.org
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For My Inner Sickness?
Hey! My pain killer
You boil Lotus root
and fry Asparagus
check everyday
the blood sugar level
But why did you hide
my Nirva-nic drink?
I just want to spin my head a little
With the spinning Karma-ful World!
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Health Organization, Malaria and the Mosquito
This bloodsucking insect sings in the night its usual melody.
“My dear Health Organization and it’s mandatory I live on human blood
Though I give the disease causing recurring fever what do you called Malaria which I am not aware.
I have the right to live. Isn’t it?
The whole World is sick with so many diseases and you make pesticides to destroy our brotherhood then what about the mankind who makes deadly devices to eradicate the Nature? ”
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The sad Castle of our little World
Our new roost a tiny room
And no table and chairs.
I sit on the bed and scribble this
While my beloved tastes a chicken broth from a teaspoon,
And she stuck in the Kingdom of her Kitchenette.
'Darling where is that miniature cheap bottle of Whiskey? .
The previous night I kept somewhere.'
She measured and gave me a small sip from the same teaspoon.
Then I grumbled; 'Oh! It's not enough my painkiller as the World still rotates.'
She kept quiet angrily.
Through the broken window panes I see the faraway floodlights in a Stadium
And I whispered to my beloved; 'I would like to play football again like younger days.'
She smiled like Mona Lisa.
* To our dearest daughter Tharindu.Inoka
We received your graduation photograph and the copies of relevant certificates today.
We are so proud of your achievement, May the winds be always at your back.
Really we missed you darling!
Merits to Kelum! One of our precious Son-in-laws who struggled the entire journey for bringing you up to this standard.
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A full stop
She begged!
At least before the New Year
Eradicate this unnecessary punctuation mark
From the life sentenced.
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