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Details | Free verse | |

Money-God

Trust not in the words: "In God We Trust", printed on currency,
for God and Money should be kept separate,
unless one desires to tempt fate with the Money-God,
tempt fate by not over-turning the money-lenders' tables,
although many might argue how this isn't good for business.

Why not know the value of life,
instead of focusing too hard on the prices of Idols.

People are bleating at the prospect of "God" being removed
from money, arguing that if God is removed from money,
the grazing grounds will become Godless.

Godless? 
With or without the words, 
a Money-God is a God nonetheless.
There is at least one true God, 
whether man-made or not;
an authority of control,
a God of profit margins.
Violence is a profit margin.
Hatred is a profit margin.
Bullets, Amendments, and Death, are all profit margins.

The war being waged upon children, is a profit margin.

If I had been given the chance, 
I would have tried my best to take him out,
morphed the vapours of my remaining hatred into bullets,
or torn him apart with my hands.
To stop innocents from losing their innocence.
There are lines drawn in minds,
that if crossed over, stretch beyond the bristle-board of rehabilitation.
Even Clockwork Orange bleeds into crimson spatters.

When a child survives a massacre,
runs across his school field to find safety from a stranger,
proclaiming to the stranger, "I can't go back to my school, it isn't safe there.
My teacher was killed, I don't have a teacher anymore.
All of my friends are dead."....

....then innocence has been lost, and the Money-God is empowered even more.
Lost innocence spreads like a disease through the minds of global villagers.
Fear breeds fear, breeds control and disintegration of the Stream-Mind.

If I had been given the chance,
I would have fought fire with fire,
fed the beast within, 
taken him apart with a breath of hatred.
Breathed it out, pushed it out, purged it out.

Satan is a scapegoat used by people who are unwilling 
to take accountability for their actions and sacred responsibilities.
The Beast is humanity -
not marked by a fairy-tale Devil,
but instead marked by the Money-God created in the image of man;
recreating the image of man through fear.

Some people might be intrigued by how many definitions of God there are.
Even if money is a necessity,
within our core there should reside a different Kingdom -
without and within, within and without.

If I had been given the chance -- past tense....

....if I am given the chance,
I will try my best to take him out,
smudge him out
with the remaining hatred in my heart.
Breathe it out, push it out, purge it out,

until all that's left is to love,
until all that's left is to love.







December 14th, 2012 - S.H.E.S:  28 - 2 = 26




January 7th, 2013




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Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Best Friend

I had nowhere to turn, had nowhere to go, this is just something ,I think you need to know! I don't know what made me trust you, I still remember the day, when I told what I had been through! I thought, I should jump off, or go hide in a hole, but then I followed whatever you told!
As each day grew longer, my trust became stronger! Each time I wanted to cry, you stayed there right by my side!
Then I moved to the twelveth grade, I was really afraid, that my trust would slowly fade, But I was very wrong, the bond is still strong!
Eventhough you don't have time, you atleast ask me if I am fine! You are just seen for a while,with your contagious smile! And then you walk away and you are out of sight, I smile and then things are allright!
I am so glad,that only you were there when I was sad! You are the one on whom I can always depend, And this is what makes you...MY BEST FRIEND


Details | Rondeau | |

The Priest with Spirited Eyes

The Priest with Spirited Eyes


Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes,-
  Shared love given to those with great need!
   Comforting hearts that hurt but don't bleed,
 With love spent in helping as precious time flies

Your healing gently washes away so many lies,
   Mercy prevails as you plant that seed;-
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes,
   Shared love given to those with great need!

As welcomed as are rain clouds in desert skies
   Healing those victims with kindness and speed!
   Hearts mended, imprisoned Souls quickly freed,
With tender mercies prevailing and joy in the cries,
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes.

Robert J. Lindley, 07/13/2014

Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 
Contest Name - Random Acts of Kindness 

Rondel
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet,
 rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the 
refrains, or repeats.


Details | Couplet | |

Short Stuff

You were always happy, always on the move
with a great zest for life and a heart full of love.

We loved you too and checked to see if you’d get mad
if we mimicked your habits, but you laughed instead.

When we were in school together, you often horsed around;
I ribbed you about eye trouble, eyes too close to the ground. 

You lived life with gusto, knowing your time was short;
playing hard, working harder, often with a jolly retort.

Honest to a fault, you saw the positive side of things;
kept things in order, solid rock with no mood swings.

Cut off jeans, gray tee shirt, tinted glasses, baseball hat;
great big grin, teasing quip, a big hello, a friendly chat.

You were the best teacher any student ever had;
I could call on you to help as though you were my dad.

You drove my school bus on many a winter morn;
dressed in brown coveralls, bottom legs frayed and worn.

You were there in summer, helping coach baseball games;
at football with your camera or turning cartwheels in the gym.

You taught us how to care, how to study, how to play;
how to work on the computer and make the most of every day.

So determined to learn, spending hours at a throw;
self-teaching all the things a teacher needed to know.

You are the poem of my life, who you were tells the tale;
your poem will last forever, healing memories never pale.

You wrote the words of this poem, pages of my life tell the story;
you will read them back to me, when we meet again in glory.


Details | Haiku | |

The Lost


                                                Innocent lifeless
                                       Pretty children rest in peace
                                             Let us pray for them

                                            The kids were victims
                                       The shooter was victim too
                                             Let's not put a blame

                                                 Exclamation sign
                                          Love family, love it right
                                        Don't loose, hug them tight

                                                  Dear educators
                                           Part of the victims as well
                                               The lifetime tribute

                                           Mourn traveled the world
                                         Burn by cause last on effect
                                               Careful in our steps

Author's Note:
Deep condolance for the victims of Sandy Hook School in Newtown, Connecticut,
Inspired by Zamalea George Poetry "Sweet Children, Sleep"
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4th place
poetry soup VIGIL" Free Poetry Contest 
Sponsor	SKAT- AB SIN THE-


Details | Lyric | |

Cindy Had A Little Bird

Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Errors Made In Knowing

Honestly stubbornly looking forward logically
A loyal humanistic individual does unpredictably
Having determination to stay friendly cemented
One rebels with aloof detachment though group-oriented


Details | Verse | |

US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.. 
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US.  
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died. 
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.  
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US. 

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

VISIT US AT; http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Imagism | |

GOD ALONE

I have barely seen Him or catch even His shadows around. 
I have barely touch His hands...
Nor I have barely heard His soft soothing voice..
Nor I have barely felt His footseps lurking beside or behind me..

However, what a deep soaring reassurance is His presence...
Not of like a Human Being that can be perceive..
Rather He is the silent rescuer and ever living Spirit..
No need for extravagant welcoming..

He has always been within our innerselves..
He is the calmer of our quivering nerves..
He is the greatest teacher not wanting us to fail. 
He is our dearest friend not forgetting..

He always is waiting for you and me..
His arms widely open to embrace us..
His unending; unfailing is so felt..
Beyond wonders; beyond times and beyond borders..

All the time we are invited to talk to Him..
Even sing a song for Him and with Him..
More to play a harmonious melody to commemorate Him..
Truly, majestic in limitless abundance is His providence...

He is only one..
No one can overpass Him..
All the earth will uphold His Name..
He is our God - OUR GOD...

by: olive_eloi
2:14pm
23/10/2013

-------------+++
GOd has always been with me..
and so is He with you..
He will comfort you..
He will be there, never leaving..

just believe..
do trust..

blessed afternoon


Details | Rhyme | |

Thankfully

God, my ears are open
And I know what to do.
Please help me to make a decision
That finally leads to You.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Rhyme | |

Relation Between Teacher And Students

Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….


Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….


Details | Free verse | |

Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


Details | Free verse | |

Teaching Me a Lesson

You think you’re teaching me a lesson
By what you say….or alternately by your silence
You think you are teaching me how to behave
Or what to think
Or what to say

Teacher, I don’t want to learn
The lessons that you teach
You have imbued them
With your own philosophy
Of life 
The lessons are biased
Tainted
Jaded
Full of mind control techniques
And propaganda
The hidden agenda is clear
You want me in subjugation
To your wishes
And whims
Not a person in my own right
With a thinking, reasoning ability

Teacher, I can teach you a lesson or two
About true love
And life
About mystery
and fantasy
About passion
And satisfaction
About superiority
And mediocraty
About domination
and submission
About the “live and let live” policy

Teacher, most of all
I want to teach you
TO LOVE...
To love with no strings attached
To love without constraint
To love without demanding obeisance
To love without conditions
To love because of love

Teacher….you need to learn
A lesson or two
About love, life, and sacrifice
Desire, Need, and Paradise
Tell me, Teacher, are you willing...
To let me teach?

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Free verse | |

The Name of Jesus

Whisper me the sweet sound of freedom,
The sweet sound found in Your Name,
Holy and Heavenly freedom,
All in the Name of Jesus!


Details | Light Poetry | |

On Silly Childish Stickers

I scribbled quickly
As they wrote their final exam
Little notes of appreciation
A special individualized message
Thanking each student
For having been in my class
And for bringing me joy
Reminding each one
Of the potential that lies within
For each is a remarkable individual
A personalized message
Of encouragement
And a shared Bible verse
Psalm 37: 4

This was a special class
Made up of pastors
A journalist 
An architect
Adults from different walks of life
Some married
Others single
Some shy
Others bold
All wanting to become
Better writers 
What an amazing group
My French came in handy
With my students from Algeria
How I loved their French accent
As they tried to pronounce
The bothersome words in English
Leaving a never ending smile on my lips

After they spent an hour writing
I made them pause
To have home baked brownies
I’d made from scratch
Along with a soft drink
A time to relax…

Refreshed
They continued on their essays
And I decorated each note
With stickers
“Great Work”
“Way to Go”
“Excellent”
“You are a Star”
And for the women
Lots of hearts!
I love hearts
They decorate my office
Pillows
Key rings
Earrings
And now
My little notes
Which came straight from my heart

Each one got to exchange the finished essay
For a handwritten note from the teacher
I said with a sheepish grin
“These stickers are not because you are a child….
But…because I am!
I am a child at heart!"

That brought smiles
And a hug from 
The journalist from Brazil
“I’m going to cry,” she said.
As she gave me a bear hug
My heart sang
They had learned to love writing
What greater joy could be mine?

The Brazilian journalist
Met me in church last Sabbath,
Gave me another warm hug and said,
“Teacher, thank you for the note
You inspired me to do my best.”
And what she couldn’t articulate well
Sparkled in her eyes
And danced in her hand motions

Silly little stickers
Simple little words
A whole lot of love
Love for my students
EVERYONE needs some encouragement
Everyone needs to know 
That inside the heart resides
A wealth of beauty longing to be expressed
A piece of the soul that longs to live forever
In the written word

I thank God I’m a teacher
After all, 
I’m in good company
For, the GREATEST Teacher of all time
Jesus Christ
Is my mentor!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


Details | Quatrain | |

Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


Details | Free verse | |

Lessons I've Learned From Crazy Stupid Love

I fell hard for this movie when it first came out man. Each time I watch it, something new is revealed to me. 
Welp. Here’goes. 

1. Don’t get Lazy with Love. 

It’s interesting to note that most of us are often referred to as someone who is smart, funny and charming in the beginning of our relationship with that special someone that we have come to deeply, madly & truly love. 

Then, we get Lazy. 

We stop being smart. We get stupid. 
Our humor or sense of humor comes to a dead-end. 
We don’t try anymore. We get bored. We become boring. 
This is how most relationships come to an end. Because we have deliberately made the choice to stop loving. Ourselves. And our partners. But what would happen if we kept on loving ourselves & our partners? What if we got smarter, funnier & more charming each & everyday of our lives? If you must be lazy, be lazy in it’s purest form: being halfway asleep on the couch with your lover. 

2. Don’t get Crazy with love. 

If you have ‘lost your mind’ you are no longer loving. You are lusting & obsessing. True love is all about ‘using your mind’ rather than ‘losing your mind’. It requires you to be not only sane but deeply profound. True love will enable & equip you to be patient & persevere. It will also empower you to use every “wrinkle” in your mind to create. True love does not destroy. True love never destroys relationships. It builds & edifies them. 

3. Don’t get Stupid with love. 

A person ‘in true love’ is not stupid. Even if you were, you will do just about everything to hide your stupidity. You’ll get smarter & wiser. You’ll go at great lengths to memorize all kinds of poetry, music, and quotes to somehow inspire & deeply touch the person you love. (Note: Not to impress, mesmerize & get in their pants) You know you’ve fallen out of love (and into lust) if you start doing the dumbest things you’ve ever done. 
This happened to my friend Chris a few years back in his relationship, and I started noticing how he was changing. A person in true love is always developing him/herself to grow & mature into a wiser lover! 

There really is something special about this movie. If you haven’t seen it yet, go to 1channel.ch , type in the movie title, and watch away


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Buffet

Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.

Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.

Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!


Details | Free verse | |

The desires of a loving heart

To see you the way I do,
When my eyes are closed.
To hold your hand firm and strong,
when my heart is wet with tears.

To see you alive always...
the way you are in my prayers,
to whisper in your ears..
my deepest of fears.

To never to be scared,
of having to be far.
For forever to be sure,
that we will stay the way we are...

To be knowing that in this life,
I'd never have to say goodbye...
To know every morning..
That I'd get to see you smile.

I have a very small wish,
The only 1 in my loving heart,
I want us to always be this way..
I never wish to part.


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Mothers Day

How you've done it I'll never know You loved me before my feet ever touched the floor Raised and supported me in the battle of life And still taught me simple things like flying a kite You read me stories when i couldn't sleep And taught me the strategy of counting sheep Rubbed my back whenever i was sick Held me close when the the path got thick I remember all the smiles we shared and how when i cried you was always there You loved me even when i was bad And in return i hope to make you glad You've been my teacher and my mother for so long Teaching me that a right does not equal two wrongs My mother and teacher you will always be And forever and ever you'll be dear to me


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Tipping

Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;

Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god

And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.

7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated

And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till

So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!


Details | Dizain | |

This one got away from me

When you look, you will see,
what, I want you to.
And when you decide, to judge Me,
Hurting yourself, is what you’ll do.

For in judging, you shall be judged;
Or don’t you know, My commandment.
I told you to love, then you be-grudged 
And oh, how I can’t stand it

Love on another, for you are all Mine.
 I have made no mistakes.
 Open your hearts and let My love shine
For this is truly all it takes.


Details | Free verse | |

By The Wayside

Remember third grade,
When the raciest book the teacher 
read out loud
Was Wayside School Stories?
Maybe because my mom was all for 
wholesome stories,
But hearing those books was a 
weird guilty pleasure.
It was my first introduction to the 
bizarre:
The Gothic novel of children's 
stories.
Sometimes people disappeared into 
alternate dimensions,
But more importantly, Bebe Gunn 
was having troubles with her 
brother Ray.
Today, I remembered the ice 
cream.
The teacher at Wayside made ice 
cream flavored like each student,
To teach the importance of diversity 
and individuality.
And I remembered this today 
because I found your shirt,
Kicked under the stage, and I 
picked it up.
As I shook off leaves and other 
debris of neglect,
Your shirt let forth your essence to 
tease my nose.
And later I thought about how over 
time,
I would have probably grown 
immune to that smell.
I thought about how this must be a 
computing error in the universe,
If you truly don't notice that primal 
connection,
Like you don't seem to notice your 
agonizing attraction.
But at that moment, I had to walk 
away
Before my tear ducts could become 
inundated with particles of scent,
Because the craving I got was more 
than a chocolate-coated addiction.
I am suprisingly literal here, but
You would be my favorite flavor of 
ice cream.
Only then you would still be here to 
comfort me.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatman's Song 19/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                                                     19/Many 

He asked her in a very natural tone
“Who you are, and why you are telling me those things
About which, I know nothing?”

Urveshi revealed her identity

Urveshi knew, how this warrior like Youngman would react,
And told, “I am Urveshi* the Apsara from heaven,
I came here Youngman to hear those beautiful melodies
Which you were singing from earth, but its echoes were
Ringing even in heaven”,

Your songs and melodies have brought me, here on earth 
And I am happy to be here, to find that you are not only a singer, 
But, in actual a warrior and scholar, with extra ordinary va lour,
In your body and arms 
Gifted with the sharpness of mind, that too with a noble loving heart
 
It’s time O Chandragupta*, you should help your love
I know you don’t want to let your name be called before anyone
Till you are in seclusion and exile, due to your differences with the kingdom
But there is no one here to know, what I tell you as a sincere friend
You have to save your love the Princess, 
From the poisonous jaw of her Uncle’s clutches  

Urveshi exclaimed! Put strength of va lour in your arms, Youngman 
And polish your fighting techniques
So that you may end the vicious circle engulfing your love
By killing those treacherous men in black in her kingdom

I know you are alone, without men to fight with you
But you are the same, who can even fight with an army alone
And you have given a pledge to your Guru* Chanakya* 
To save your land from King like DhanaNanda* 

Even Alexander* the Great, was in praise of your va lour
As no man ever had shown to him, such a courage
To face and fight his men,  as you were alone 
And made them wounded in few moments
And escaped using your mind’s alertness
Like a lightening appears and vanishes during rains

Your destiny is going to change, the future of this land
And you are going to rule on the entire Aryavarta*
As no one has done ever, in the history of this land 


Ravindra					19/Many   to continue……

Kanpur   India 21st January 2010

      * Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
      * Guru Hindi word means teacher 
* Aryavarta. Ancient name for northern and central India
      * Chandragupta.  Name of the Boatman. His full name was Chandragupta       
   Maurya, Born in 340 BC
     * Chanakya. The name of the great teacher of Chandragupta & a great politician
     * Dhana Nanda. The wicked King Dhana Nanda dethroned by Chandragupta


Details | I do not know? | |

The Girl Who Had Pele's Hair

For: Samantha

The beautiful young red head
moves in mysterious ways
as she pulled her lava orange stick of wax
from her box of crayons
She is not a girl
actually more of a woman
Yet something in her eyes
is where the secret lies
 
In the Hawaiian sunset her hair twists and turns
rips and burns
like rivers of burning lava
trust me when I say
"The Past is Today"
Part of Pele is in her
 
The red head sharpens her crayon
smiling to herself
"I used to have a box of crayons 
like that when I was little," says the teacher next to her
His face is strained and stressed,
A perfect contrast to the girl
"I used to get upset when my crayons
wore down to nubs," says the teacher.
 
The girl with the lava hair smiles,
"You still do," she says softly. 
The teacher looks at her,
his eyes far away.

Years later the teacher stops his car,
on a rural road, next to an old lady walking,
The old lady's formerly red hair replaced,
by Pele's grayish silver ash. 
The teacher rolls down his window,
The old lady smiling through missing teeth.
 
"Do you need a ride?"
The Teacher asks the old lady.
The old lady looks down the open road.
She shakes her head.
The teacher smiles with tears in his eyes,
And a feeling that will not go away,
remembering the past today.


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My Man

A man I know ....
 
A man I see before me 
Is a man in every meaning
Knowledge in his words
A mind of many sides
A lover of kindness
A lover of mine 
His strength is bold
His understanding is heart felt
A determination in his being
A teacher to his young
A wisdom that he has learned
A respect and love to his teacher 
His passion is passion its self
A fire that wants to be free
A hunger for desire and to be desired
He knows how it is to feel alone
His heart has been torn
But still he feels with love and admire
A man of strive and ability and morals
He works hard and strong and is a good father
Like the seed that grows with nature
His home needs the heart that completes 
For his children to feel the breeze of laughter
And love that makes you sleep with ease
I know this man 
He lights up my day
I love this man in everyway
I understand the way his heart races faster
The look in his eye as he smiles
I am even in part of his dreams
His thoughts are carefully said 
A voice that helps when a voice is needed 
Caring wisdom is shared 
Nor does he judge just encouragement is given
A man of spirit that is free to be free
A love that is strong a man that is real
And best of all I can say 
He is my man


Details | I do not know? | |

once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


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Scarred Hands

One day a Mother saved her new born daughter from a raging flame.
Holding her to her bosom,calling out Jesus name.
A Mother love is something only God understands.
The Mother wore gloves to cover her Scarred Hands.

One day when the little girl was older,
She asked her Mother why she always wore  gloves?
She said her hands were scarred and ugly she didn't want her to see
Ths gloves was just another way of showing her love.

One day the little girl pulled the gloves off her Mother Scarred Hands.
She said Mom these hands are not ugly, they are beautiful to me.
These hands are full of a Mother love.
These hands are Scarred Hands of love.

One day the little girl was at Sunday School.
The teacher ask her why her Mother always wore gloves?
Then the little girl told the story how her Mother saved her from the fire
The gloves were a symbol of her love.

Then the teacher told her story about a man who had Scarred Hands
Jesus hands became scarred when He was hung on the cross to save us.
With Jesus on the cross and His Father sharing His love from above.
Jesus also had the Scarred Hands of love


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Thankyou,my teacher

Thank you, my teacher, for lending an ear When I had things to say You showered love on me lavishly When no one seemed to care You brought me joys untold To fill my heart with moments of gold I would have felt isolated and lonely If you had not been there I lack the words to let you know How much you mean to me, But I will profusely thank God for you Until the Eternity.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatman's Song 20/ Many

The Boatman’s Song  					20/ Many

The world would come to know one day
The real strength of your arms and the balance of your mind
And your love would be,  the inspiration of your life
Making you,  an extra ordinary King of this land
Who would rule the hearts of its people and not the  land

The boatman heard and grasped every word
He looked at Urveshi* and thanked her, from his heart
“I am so much grateful, O Princess of Heaven,
It’s a dream or a reality, I do not know
But I am going to save my love, from those traitors
Who are trying to capture her kingdom

I have taken the training of fighting and warrior hood
From my Guru Chanakya,*  the most worthy of all teachers at Takshila*
And I will finish those traitors,  of the kingdom of Malla*
In no time only, I can make a small army of my own"

He looked at Urveshi* with a look full of friendly love
And thanked her by saying,
“I shall always remain indebted, for what you have done for me,
From You only I have come to know, where and how my love is”

Same day  the boatman gathered,  his ten  trained young men, 
Whom he had trained silently, as the men of his army 
And all of them were the men of great strength, courage and dedication
Ready to sacrifice their lives, on just one call of the boatmen, 
Always willing to go any where 
That day they were ready to give, their first test of warrior hood
Along with their Chief, who knew the art of making an army
Even without a kingdom, 
And that he had learnt from his Guru*  Chankya*
Who was a man of Great learning

Same day,  the boatman with his ten men of mussels
Reached a place, near the fort Palace of the Malla* Kingdom
And he found out many things, about the Princess and came to know, 
She visits a nearby Temple everyday
The boatman and all his men, separately waited 
In the premises of that Temple, waiting for the princess to come

The time came and the Princess along with some of her friends
Came to make her daily prayer
And went inside the Temple, where only the Princess could go
The boatman waited for the Princess to come
The time came and the Princess arrived, like the Moon appears
On a dark lonely night, and travels alone the sky 

She came and made her payer to her deity

Ravindra 					20/….	to continue….


Kanpur India 22nd January 2010

      * Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
      * Guru Hindi word means teacher 
      * Malla. A name of the Republic of ancient India of 400BC
      * Chanakya. Name of the great teacher of Chandragupta & a great politician