It’s Not Easy Being A Poet

It’s not easy being a poet these days
especially one who suffers from depression
overly sensitive to the ups and downs of life
to soar like an eagle one moment
plunge into the valley of despair the next
whose family out right ignores and despises
intentionally misconstrues what you say and do
doesn’t care or even tries to understand

It’s not easy being a poet these days
when your wife insistently demands the right
to tell you what you can read, write and watch on tv
tries to control the very thoughts within your head
when your so called friends come and go
like the sun and moon on a cloudy day and night
here one moment when they need something
gone the next until they need or want something else

It’s not easy being a poet these days
whose coworkers all say that your feminine and gay
because in your heart you care, can feel another’s pain
like to read and write instead of watching sports
can’t stand the taste or smell of beer and alcohol
to contemplate the intricacies of life
while that very life seems to pass you by unnoticed
to be an observer standing alone on the sidelines

It’s not easy being a poet these days
to comprehend that which others refuse to see and hear
yet in spite of all the condemnations, false accusations
the awful loneliness and the cruel and heartless teasing
not a single thing would I be tempted to change
for nor longer do I write just for my contemporaries
but for those who shall come after me
who will read my words long after I’m dead and gone

For I Am DaPoet and A Poet I Shall Always Be!


Raindrops Softly Falling

What began as a friendly game of Texas Hold Em on a rainy afternoon.

Soon morphed into a game of strip poker just as soon as the box of wooden matches we were using to place bets was emptied.

Only to come to an end when she took me by the hand.

Led me into the private sanctuary of her boudoir; where entwined together underneath the sheets.

Our shared passions burned all the hotter – brighter.

As the lightning flashed across the sky from one horizon to the other.

And thunder roared overhead like civil war cannons upon a blood soaked battlefield.

Together we soared above the storm with our bodies entwined as one.

Fell asleep within each other’s arms mesmerized by the gentle sound of the raindrops; pitter patting upon the roof just above our heads.

He’ll Hath No Fury Than a Woman Scorned


I had only been waiting about ten minutes within the small lounge of the local pub and 20180311_101422grill that served the small town in which I’d grown up in; only to leave it behind in the dust the day after I’d graduated from high school. Not once had I ever dreamed of returning during my ten year absence; and the only reason I had returned now walked through the door dressed in a skimpy black dress that showed off her perfect hourglass figure.

Camilla looked even better than she did when her husband Rob and I were best friends and ended up competing with each other for her hand in marriage. Of course Rob had won Camilla hands down and I ended up leaving town with my tail between my legs to start a new life elsewhere.

Now that was all about to change.

Once Camilla and I were settled at our table in an out of the way corner of the pub where it was unlikely our conversation would be overheard. She leaned over towards me, after our waiter went to prepare the drinks we’d ordered, and said in a low voice, “You were right I finely caught Rob cheating on me.”

Camilla’s revelation didn’t surprise me in the least since Rob had carried out several affairs during and after the time we’d competed with each other over his current wife who now sat facing me from the other side of the table. I was sorely tempted to say, “I told you so!” Especially since I’d warned her about Rob’s penchant for sleeping around with each and every girl that caught his roaving eye and tickled his fancy – or rather made him hard.

But I didn’t, choosing, instead to remain humble as I asked my former best friend’s wife, “What do you plan to do about it.”

“To start with your going to make love to me!” Camilla answered in a straightforward manner that, quite frankly, took even me by surprise.

Of course her plan was as devious and vengeful as to be expected from a scorned woman. As in: Hell hath no fury then a woman scorned.

It was also quite simple and Rob was going to regret cheating on Camilla.

The first part of her plan included letting me have my way with her right there on top of my former best friends and competitor’s bed.

The second part of her plan (the part that would sting her cheating husband’s heart and knock the breath right out of him) was her decision to go with me when I left town to return home.

For a long moment I just sat there gazing into Camilla’s eyes, when at last she fell silent after outlining her plan of revenge, patiently awaiting my answer.

Finely all I could manage to get out was, “So when do we start?” As my heart began to burn with renewed passion and my face lit up with a smile of victory long deferred and impatiently awaited.

No Longer Afraid of Being Alone

For as long as I can remember
of being alone I’ve been afraid
to avoid ending up alone and lonely
is why I married and started a family

Even after twenty-four years of marriage
my wife still doesn’t understand me
no longer do I think that she ever will
if she ever does no longer do I care

Growing up in a blended family many times over
alone I always was and learned to be
not once was I ever understood
nor did those around me ever really try

With my childhood in such utter chaos
the result of my parents immature choices
kept off balance by abuse and depression
until sixteen my world just kept spinning

From state to state and town to town
my parents kept us moving
so from school to school did I hop
that even now my friendships don’t last

Now that over the hill I am
of this I’ve come to accept and embrace
my life shall always be very lonely
for a loner truly I am and will always be

No longer do I seek the acceptance of others
for without a single doubt
they’ll only see what they want to see
the acceptance and understanding I crave

From within myself I’ll just have to make do
alone with my dreams and fantasies
the books and movies upon my book shelves
and my best friend the computer upon my desk

A Special Place

Even though
My heart no longer dreams
About you

Still you
Have a special place

A place
That no one else can
Ever fill

The door
Will always be open – the lights
Turned on

Should you
Ever change your mind – desire
To come back

Into my life
To make my heart your home
Once again




Your love shines
through your words like the stars
In the sky above


Sakshi Rajput Poetry

I’ll bring the moon down
In your hands,
Shine our house up
And send away the

I’ll catch the butterflies,
Decorate them on the walls
Of our hearts,
And send away the
Black and white parts.

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