All Poems and Prose written by Abubhaji (Aboo-ba-gee); inspired by all of you. He hopes you dig them.

As I was saying

As I was saying, if Art,
Is the imitation of life
And poetry is art,
Poetry then, an imitation of life,
Of the living-
Should life not be more poetic?
The air would be cleaner
Fruit would peel itself
Like the snake who grows
Less fond of the grass, as
Sassy lambs milk themselves happy
The food would be sweeter
Accessible ambrosia-
Less dysfunctional signage
More positive moods swings
To rock about on the porch all day, happy
The landscape would shine
Mythic and benign:
Railway cars loaded with
Limitless possibilities, zig-zag
Through towering for- giving trees (sappy)
Time would bend for us, You’d
See me as a monster no longer.
-All children would have homes
And the lonely too, wouldn’t know
What to do with the attention
They were given
But Art is not Life.
Life is a man that gave it all
And received nothing-
Nothing kind, anyway-
But irony in a sign that reads,
“Let it go”


I write best
in the slop
Perhaps, due to my pedigree
the size of my feet and hands
In the slop, my words create
great art
giving me an unfair advantage
for six-furlongs or more
Unfortunately, the odds
never are
n my favor
So you may want to sit this one out
or see who’s writing down in sunny Santa Anita



Ode to Walt

I celebrate the animation of me, the silliest of symphonies, air cerebral,
Inebriation in Grecian waters,
                                        organic well of Spring, the four seasons,
riding the wave beyond tomorrow-land to help, p-p-piglet, me.


I celebrate the hook, the clock of infinite tick-tocking, tick-croco-diling, following
the moonlight sonata, unicorns and pans frolicking, centaurs surrounding
toe-dipping fairy-flight, pond-side, Chiron, polliwogs under lazy fireflies, Mister-


Toad hollow follies, Icarus meet Icahbod. I celebrate the think-I-can chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga, choo-choo with its
carnival cargo go-going, merry-go-round the bend
Big Ben
towering celebrates the second star, that’s right
to you, left to me, left to applaud; dapper daffodils, gracious
petal-hand shakes,
                            trees and shrubs
                                                                       dancing like swirling dwarfs.


Meet with me, in the middle of the stream. Invest in the line that draws us together, fulfilling harmonies
myth and metabolic.


Zeus speaks
in lighting bolts and Donald dodges another bullet. Ferdinand knew:
stop, smell the daisies, new to freedom, he was
held as captive as I, not the I that I celebrate but the I that witnesses the celebration that I no longer.


Make a wish,
                                           I will you to wish upon a star.


Celebrate, the curvature of my apparatus, the depth of my inter-being, the heffalumps and rabbit-holes I encounter
on my way to hmmm? (think-think) a smackeral of honey, perhaps. If you could be


so kind as to let me see inside your honeypot.


Night has followed: the charades, parading about my thought as pink pachyderms ring round
the roses,
the garden of our union sings tonight.
Let it.
Let the stars shine bright over our pilgrimage of the organs, the heart will
lead us as does the magic feather
leads the fearless.


“Hootenanny!” Dare say I as I celebrate the Kingdom.

Predation Study #2 – 1st person

From yonder thy fancy feast approaches,
toward its inconceivable fate,
manufactured by my wit alone; I salivate,
and (mu-ha-ha-ha)
precariously, a boulder,
anvil dangles above thy bait,
Rocket propulsion thing-a-ma-bobs (check),
Signage planted along roadside (check),
ACME roller skate (check),
I adjust thy goggles, lick thy chops,
steady thy cape,
and (mu-ha-ha-ha)
Ladies and gentleman, weak at heart,
You may want to avert your eyes,
lest you witness what the wild would call
a most natural demise,
and, (A-hem)
I shall add,
Nature’s most preposterous offence;
matching bird-brain and beep! beep!
against the cunning art of thee, Wile E. Coyote,


Kickin’ Kerosene
Mixin’ match
I so lated
(Feeling that)
Givin’ what I got
Don’t get me started
Find away
Equus begotten
Forgotten fruit forbidden
Piranha primadonna
on a Honda
Fond a Jane
On golden pond
Leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back
Within reach
Onibaba beseech you
For now
Just do
A Dreamengineer
A dream engineer
A rough fuss
This Lastday
Where I can be
At long last
In line
Just fine

Just fine
I can
by my

Liar’s Dice

Split-tooth snarl
he, with the minor E
                                   at the V.I.
                  with everready
Freddy drivin’ stepside
his tangerine love machine
“let’s roll, Bro
‘fore 5150 struts in with toothless grin
   ‘n gets it
with a cuestick again,”
“that prick ripped me off a year ago,”
       Red said, smokin’
a red, tokin’ a roach
                         downbar at the V.I.
downstool from you and I
    with four fives –
five fours –
“Six sixes,” says the devil Dan
Pete claiming he’s taken a life
with his own hand
we continued
to roll the dice
                                                downbar at the V.I.

Ling’s Note

It’s all relative;
take Lydian
or Mixolydian –
Sappho, Bro, invented that shit
in 7th century B.C., no lie              fuckin’
imagine Sappho
starting on the 7th, of C
in key of F, flattens the B,
B-flat being the minor
of G-flat (modes, bro), but          fuckin’
what’s a G-flat tonally? It’s A-sharp!
What’s A-sharp got to
do with the key of F?
Starting on the 7th, of C
bro, don’t you see?         fuckin’
Just play your A sharp,
you would think it wouldn’t work
it shouldn’t be in there right? fuckin’  you do it
anyway, you just
fuck with that note, just that
ha!         see?                      fuckin’
Make a seventh chord, 1st-3rd-5th-7th
what I want to hear are the notes in
between; the ones not
being played
by Sappho

Bodhisattva Vowels

want to crawl into the
of your mouth
U    U    U   4  E-a
I      I      I    candy-
man can
A -pex of understanding
E-nuff enlightenment 4 1 night!
Go 2 sleep

Liebster Award!!


Many thanks to, Wall of Words, for giving me the honor of relaying the Liebster Award back to the wordpress writing community! Thank you for extending it to me. I truly appreciate it! Cheers ~
  1. Thank the person/people who nominated you by providing a link to their blog in your Liebster Award post.
  2. Give 11 random facts about yourself. Have fun with this one! You get to use bragging rights or things you’ve wanted to get off your chest for a long time, so go for it!
  3. Answer the 11 questions from the blogger who nominated you. Know that you can have fun with this as well!
  4. Nominate 11 other blogs that have 200 followers or less. That was the criteria used here.
  5. Ask your nominees 11 questions of your own. Time for you to get some satisfaction after you answer your questions.
  1. I do not like them here or there, I do not like them anywhere, I do not like green eggs and ham, I will not eat them.
  2. I dug corduroys as a kid and I’d wear a pair now if I had some.
  3. Mr. Robinson, Mr. Robinson (what a horrible mess) I broke your window with my words, and I’ve come to confess!
  4. I’m not what you think, think Iago.
  5. Ulysses once said, “I am a part of all I have met… ” I really dig that line (and the rest of the poem). Know that, my poems will sometimes contain parts of you.
  6. I do not heat my PopTarts or use salad dressing.
  7. I find poetry in many places outside the lines, one day I hope I can find the words to share some of it with you.
  8. My favorite color has always been green, but thinking about that now, perhaps its due to green being both bright yellow and dismal blue at the same time; sometimes I feel that way when life gets rough and I need to think positive. Green is also the color of Starbucks straws. Go figure!
  9. I met Kirk Hammett from Metallica recently, he told me his favorite Bukowski poem was Bluebird. I guess that qualifies as a random fact about Kirk but seeing as he was cool enough to share that with me, I’m cool with sharing my #9 here with him.
  10. I do break rules, but I relocate spiders.
  11. I am grateful for receiving the Liebster, it’s nice to be recognized, but what’s even better is that I get to nominate some people too! That’s too cool. On top of my list would be the one that nominated me, Wall of Words. I don’t think I can reciprocate that way but please know that I would. Thanks!
  • Given your choice of countries to live in, which would be your number 1 choice and why?
USA ; It’ s home. It’s where the people I love are.
  • What would be your favorite mode of travel if you could chose i.e. Airplane, Automobile, Boat, Bus, Helicopter, Motorcycle, Train etc. and why?
Heck, if I could fly myself around, like with a cape, that’d be cool. Whatever gets me there the fastest and safest.
  • What is your favorite dessert?
My favorite dessert that I can’t eat is ice cream. My favorite desert that I can eat is a shot of tequila while sitting on top of the world.
  • What would be your favorite beverage?
Venti-sized elixir of life, iced, no sweetener or room needed.
  • Who is your favorite poet in the entire world?
I have to say Bukowski. Though I experiment with many, I always go back to him. He was also a horse-player. I used to go to the track with my grandpa and feel a bit of association in that regard. He can be a bit crude, but his honesty (through embellishment) is great, and, his stripped-down clothesline style is magnetic to my simple brain cells.
  • If you are one who plays board games, which is your favorite? If not board games your favorite sport?
A great game to play on a board is beer-pong. I don’t play often but it’s great fun with many people. I’ve mentioned the track already; it’s one of my favorite sports. “Sports” is an interesting subject for me as I have always enjoyed them but I’m also moving away from them. They seem to be less and less sport-like these days.
  • What was your all-time favorite movie?
Whale Rider! I love movies: from Peter Lorre in M, to Joaquin Phoenix in the Master, to the Princess Bride, to Onibaba (awesome), to the new Mad Max Fury Road, I dig soooo many, but for some reason Whale Rider is my favorite.
  • Do you recall the first book you read as a child? What is the name of it?
I used to carry around Syd Hoff’s Danny and the Dinosaur.
  • Do you recall your favorite teacher in school (any grade), what was their name and why?
Many cool teachers; Mr. Miller in Biology was the first to make me consider teaching when I grow up. Mrs. Feldman in Jr. College taught me about “sound and sense” and introduced me to some wonderful material, and Mr. Fuchs was such a bad-ass English teacher, I took him four times. But it was Mr. Anderson, in 1st grade that wore a bandana, played guitar, and read Shel Silverstein to us; that was way cool.
  • Do you play a musical instrument and if so which one?
  • This question is for you to fill in and give us the answer to your own question. This should be fun so just give it a go and let’s see how you do.
If you could improve one thing about the poetry you write, what would it be Abu? Sometimes, I feel like I am writing on the surface or at least my deliver doesn’t run very deep. There are subjects I leave alone, deeper ones. I entertain myself to some degree when I write, it’s a bit improved, and I rarely strive to deliver something that’s very emotion-drenched. I am in perpetual debate with myself over what I should be doing.
Timothy Parkin Poetry
Poems by Nadia
U R always WELCOME (again! that’s right!)
Americana Injustica
Wuji Seshat (I know the rule but I’ve got questions Wuji’s got answers)
Poems of Childhood
  1. Who is your favorite poet?
  2. What is your favorite poem?
  3. What is your favorite thing to write about?
  4. Who is Charles Bukowski?
  5. If you could change one thing about your writing, what would it be?
  6. If you could have any animal as a pet or friend, what would it be?
  7. What mythological creature to do best identify with?
  8. Do you aspire to be published?
  9. What’s your favorite rule to break?
  10. Give me a one or two word prompt, please?
  11. Name someone you admire?
  12. Do they know?
Only a couple more things about this award. If you could please confirm back, through the blog, that you accept the nomination, that would be great. As I found out, it takes quite a bit to put one of these together but it can honestly be fun and rewarding. This is a wonderful community to be in and great to be a part of a place where I have yet to see harshness enter into the lines of great words by folks like yourselves. It is an opportunity to have a voice, that can be heard. All the best to each one of you and remember to make it a lot of fun.

Back to Man

Ghost town sound surrounds the scene
The City
Fades behind me
Blurs the line under
Tender swirl of stars in your skies
Tape deck rewinds words unspoken
Claps his hands
Stands starry along the rue
Sign reads life is suffering, namaste
My friend
My friend
My friend.
Mein kampf; and I do.
Aloha nui loa, my friend
Life is suffering
Suffering to know
            Where the days go
                           When they go
                                        That they do
This I know
My friend
My friend
This I’ve known
            For ever as long as I’ve known you
Ghost town dirt stifles the hurt
Before the dawn
Light shines upon me
Bringing this ghost back to man

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