The desperate search for rhythm and rhyme in these Queer Poems, through intense imagery, assonance, alliteration, lines that match in rhyme yet not in rhythm, broken lines, quirky grammar that seems to have no resolution reflects the experience of frustration of all the pariahs of a society that still promotes prejudice, discrimination and injustice yet calls itself 'civilised'. These poems are a cry for the right to be really equal on behalf of all the downtrodden, all those who suffer from injustice, be they the homeless, the poor, those women whose marriage ends up being the prison of domestic violence, the LGBT community and more, and follows the path explored by Eliot's 'Preludes' in translating frustration and the quest for freedom and respect of far too many people into the search for form and structure in poems that seem to have a glimpse of form, but do they really have it? Shadow Whisper Behind the bleeding veils of coarse Corrosive cords of linen stiffened In the breath that freezes stars And chokes the Moon in solitary Nights, the blighted cries of voices Moist with poisoned spells Of Hell Are drawn on charcoaled canvas cut And torn by time When echoes shadow sparks In embers stifled under scars Like drops of thoughts that thaw in thick Black holes devouring dry, deserted Worlds with wanton words and woes - And stares - Behind the curtains no one cares.