By vrajavalagoundar aka/dr bobbi anne white August 8, 2001

Little Sister “Muffin” joined the secret traitors’ pact
Of the foul knaves I once called close family
She cruelly denied her infancy
Molded by our kinder-sorority…



Seduced, abandoned, then bewitched into
Into domestic slavery, which was merely a mockery
Of amenities disguised to cheat beguiling ingenuity
Her swamped, broken heart does thus rebel and cannot quell



The murmurings of her foolish complicity
Jarring nightmares of her disloyalty corrupt her serenity
Faint, ever so faint, haunting non-sequiturs screech
A tale of her shredded personality



And her first unwanted baby discarded? What was the penance?
Seven Hail Mary’s? Her nursery condemned to be vacant?
Was it just an incestuous travesty?
Some pre-modern stab at a cloning factory?



Little Sister Muffin never quite blossomed
“Boogie man” tales spoiled her virgin mystery
Nullified her biography and doomed her to mediocrity.

Foresakened By vrajavala Goundar 8/9/2001

Forsaken, but not unloved
“In the least of my children am I present”
You slammed the door and barred forevermore those
Whose past consolation you did return with unmistakable hostility
So much for cherished genealogy!



It was just another mockery of civility
Stony piety, hatred of non-conformity
Puritan ethics: cast the stone!
Curse the sinner! Be alone!
But into that blessed void does creep
Krsna’s smoldering embrace
Those forsaken, scorned fatalities
Plundered by the Puritan hoodwinking sellouts
The Irish have become the turncoats
Become the tormentors
All for me none for you



This is the slogan of knavery
Forget about brothers and sisters who
Could not share the harvest crop
Brother sworn against sister



Bedeviled by the gleaming amenities
Treacherous beckoning of eternity’s
“Rewards on earth” philosophy
No thought for her prosperity



No promise from the patriarchy
She would be on her blessed own
But little did they reckon
on the immeasurable DIVINE MERCY

Sub Zero Sizzling August Day

By vrajavala goundar a.k.a./dr. bobbi anne white August 9, 2001

“New England” is virtually obsolete, speckled
With judgmental ironies, brutal hostilities
Brick walls cemented with pompous piety
Ancient traditions unfriendly to youthful ingenuity


Hardly a situation for creature like me
Seductive travesty of brick and mortar amenities
Chilling, appalling conspiracies
Fratricidal travesty, zero-sum** socio-economy


Bleak, barren homogeny
Stony faces, heart-less smiles
Zero tolerance for creativity
Ruled by dusty figurines of saints from frozen memories


Black and white photos that were cast
To resurrect the hopes of the past
Photographed angelic, chubby face evolved into an “iron “knave”
They sold a sister as a slave


In exchange for Wall Street annuities
They kept one sister in the nest …
Jeannie was spelled to be “second-best”
And, so, accepted altruistic servitude


She was tricked by thoughts of piety
Seduced into a mockery of selfless devotion for the family
She had no time for spiritual
Creativity, seduced by Ivy wizards of fertility


To believe in conception at fifty-three
Pressured by the speculators at Harvard maternity
She ignored the deed of our maternal ancestry
That fancied a child from the waifs and strays


Mimicking Panakeia’s* speculative remedy was ultimate fatality
Scorned her sister Hygeia’s ill-fated lessons
Contemptuous to her admonitions, ignored her dissertations
Since they were contrary to the Ivy League’s popular speculations


Her two fledgling sons would henceforth consider
Maternal wisdom as cruelly deficient
Since she assumed a capricious science fiction
That equated maternal delusions with impending gerontology

references

*Hygeia and Panakeia were Asklepios daughters. (Panacea and Hygeine)

Non-Zero Sum by Robert Wright