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Long poem by Jesse James Forster | Details |

The Aswang Fable

Day quickly fades into a fearful silent night
Frightful because within the darkness evil comes to life
Abomination that became legend as legend became myth
The Aswang
The wicked epitome of sin
Beautiful by day but a shapeshifting demon in disguise
It has a long disgusting tongue with unspeakable desires
Blood thirsty creatures eating unborn babies in the womb
Fangs that'll transform people into dead flesh eating ghouls
Severing her body from her legs so it can fly
On serpent angel wings preying on its next victim to die
Bayani took his pregnant wife Amor to the hospital for becoming sick
A three day journey from their mountain village will now begin
Theyll travel through the valleys seeking shelter as they go
Amor wearing garlic on her belly protecting her babies soul 
Traveling through jungle & deserted roads along the shore
Knowing when they hear a dreadful cry theyre not alone
With every step they take they abhor the falling moon
Something once so beautiful is now impending doom
By dusk they came upon a village but every door was closed
Desperation in their voice they scream for help with little hope
Dismay dripping from their skin so the demon could smell their fear
Before they heard the dreadful cry the Aswang did appear
In horror they banged on every door pleading for some help
But no one gave relief having their own to protect from hell
Bayani remembered legend perhaps there is a way we can survive 
Destroy her legs before she reattached her upper body in morning rise
A task that may be difficult because the lower half they have to find
Before they made a move she swooped down with her evil yellow eyes
She grabbed Amor by her throat as Bayani pled for her life
Please let my wife and baby go and in return you can have mine
She said a lovely gesture but be patient youre the next to die
With a evil grin she slit her throat and consumed their unborn baby still inside
Falling to his knees with a broken heart he asked her why
She said I have no compassion or reason and let me tell you why

"Im the first Aswang of this village
A maiden by the day
Im the reflection of their darkness and their evil ways
Desires that cannot be spoken
A blackened heart equally broken
Habits that are disgusting
I am made of nothing
I am the mirror they will never face
The fear that keeps them all awake 
But the truth is much more powerful
I am the face behind their faith
The contradiction of forgiveness 
For every time you kneel and pray
Im the fear that keeps the children crying and afraid
It started with a lie
Then desires to reach the sky
Which resulted into sadness 
but with a deeper understanding why
Sad because I can see the darkness they themselves alone hav caused
Many more will be like me and many already lost
Failed secrets buried forever
And I will be like them
I am also you 
If you wear the wickedness of all your sins"


Long poem by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Details |

woman-hood

A fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honour wit heart deeper 
Than the deepest sea;ful 
Of mysteries.
The mother of all humans
A mystery herself that 
Emanates power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has for 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendour.
She in the cage of 
Subjugation has patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But a 
perfect planner.
See how docile that 
Woman looks:appearing 
With ironic smiles in 
Paintings,never revealing 
Her real thoughts.
Always flowing with the 
Tide,never knowing what 
Lies ahead-turned into a 
Beast of burden from the 
Pre-Roman times till date.
Used as a"pleasure doll," 
"a 
monument,"........            
"A parody" and the 
Medium of displaying 
Manhood by the male 
Folks.
There is no haven for her 
Nor her "unfortunate" 
Unborn children,not at 
Home or even the society.
This sleeping tigeress, 
When awakened,fights 
for Her rights more 
doggedly Than men.
When she starts her 
Battles,she ceases not till 
Victory or defeat is sure.
Once a man called Jason 
As told by Euripides the 
Great Gracian dramatist, 
Took the wife Media to 
Colchis and there he fell 
In love with another 
Daughter of King Aegstus
A ridicle on Media's pride.
Media fought back and 
Craftily gave her a 
Wedding present.Nay a 
Poisoned garment it was.
The bride wore it and fell 
Dead,the King died 
Trying to rescue her 
doomed Daughter.
Flushed with this 
Vegeance,Media slew her 
Children with Jason"I 
bore them,so I kill them."
Oh!woman lamented 
Jason,you are the most 
Wicked of all creatures
(He gune estin 
kakiste,toon 
Anthropoom).
Also joan of Arch stood 
Ground till death.
Like there were women of 
Note in mythology,so 
Were great women in 
Real life.
Women crisis time seem 
To manage better,hence 
British forces vanquished 
Falkland and Goldie Meir 
Of Israel did the Arabs 
Humiliate.
Here in my country, 
Outstanding women 
Abound.
Senator Chris 
Anyanwu,an erudite,a 
Law-giver,a fearless 
lioness who 
revolutionalised the 
Mentality and thinking of 
The youth thru 
establishment of organs 
Of awareness.
A visionary leader, 
Advocate for women 
Equality.Defender of the 
Weak,hand to the 
Handless,mother to the 
Motherless.
Still the people's 
Mouthpiece-i salute you!
Okonji Iwuala,Vice-
president of World-bank, 
Thru her experience 
Transformed and 
Stabilized the economy 
to Buoyance.
Dora Akunyere,as 
Graceful as a gazelle but 
Un-wavering like Everest.
A lady of excellence-
many Lives are saved 
thru your Meticulous 
efforts on the Eradication 
of fake drugs.
Women are the base and 
Pillars of every society 
And homes.
Lifeless would be the 
Earth without women.
For a woman's heart can 
Be broken but her spirit 
Remains immortalised in 
The minds of those to 
Come.


Long poem by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Details |

Womanhood

Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendor.
 She in the cage of 
Subjugation patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But a 
perfect planner.
See how docile that 
Woman looks:With ironic 
smiles in paintings,never 
revealing her inner 
thoughts.
Always flowing with the 
Tide,not knowing what 
Lies ahead-turned into a 
Beast of burden from the 
Pre-Roman times till date.
Used as a"pleasure doll," 
"a 
monument,"........            
"A parody" and medium 
of displaying manhood 
by  male folks.
There is no haven for her 
Nor her"unfortunate" 
seeds,not at home or 
society.
  This sleeping tigeress, 
When awakened,fights 
for her rights doggedly 
than men.
When her battles start, 
she ceases not till 
Victory or defeat is sure.
  Once a man called 
Jason as told by Euripides 
a great Gracian 
dramatist, took the wife 
Media to 
Colchis and there he fell 
In love with another 
daughter of King Aegstus 
a ridicle on Media's pride.
Media fought back and 
Craftily gave wedding 
present. Nay a 
Poisoned garment it was.
The bride wore it and fell 
Dead,the King kicked the 
bucket trying to rescue 
her doomed daughter.
Flushed with this 
Vegeance, Media slew her 
children with Jason"I 
bore them,so I kill them."
Oh!woman lamented 
Jason,you are the most 
wicked of all creatures
(He gune estin 
kakiste,toon 
Anthropoom).
   Also joan of Arch stood 
Ground till death.
Like there were women of 
note in mythology,so 
were great women in 
Real life.
  Women crisis time seem 
to manage better,hence 
British forces vanquished 
Falkland and Goldie Meir 
Of Israel did the Arabs 
Humiliate.
   Here in my country, 
Outstanding women 
abound:Senator Chris 
Anyanwu,an erudite,a 
Law-giver,a fearless 
lioness who 
revolutionalised the 
Mentality and thinking of 
The youth thru 
establishment of organs 
Of awareness.
A visionary leader, 
Advocate for women 
Equality. Defender of the 
Weak,hand to the 
Handless,mother to the 
Motherless.
Still the people's 
Mouthpiece-i salute you!
  Okonji Iwuala,Vice-
president of World-bank, 
Thru her experience 
Transformed and 
Stabilized the economy 
to Buoyance.
  Dora Akunyere,as 
Graceful as a gazelle but 
Un-wavering like Everest.
A lady of excellence-
many Lives are saved 
thru your Meticulous 
efforts on the Eradication 
of fake drugs.
  Women are the base 
and pillars of every 
society and homes.
  Lifeless would Earth be 
without women.
  For a woman's heart 
can be broken but her 
spirit remains 
immortalised in the 
minds of those to 
Come.


Long poem by Tay Reid | Details |

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

ABODES

There isn’t a place I haven’t abode
a river mansion or a tree by the road
in a multitude of places not our home
from commune havens to being alone

Was cold and hungry and lived on the street
with two small children and nothing to eat
I asked you to care and you threw us away
erased all my words despised what I say

We’ve slept in the fields and a bus stop bench
none who cared to help when in a pinch
I’ve seen men at their worst and their best
the crazy ones who took us in as their guest

Lived in house that had no doors
got one now by the oceans shores
I have lived with plenty and without a dime
the people I remember gave us their time

The sectarian churches have I attended
but so few hearts their revivals amended
no sect can save you when you stand before God
if you haven’t learned love your thoughts still flawed

I’ve been coast to coast livin’ on the street
the stories I can tell bout the people we meet
the cars that stopped with sacks for a meal
so the children had milk and oranges to peel

I’ve been close to heaven definitely hell
felt the sleep of death for preference dwell
the most important lesson I ever learned
it is by the forge my wisdom earned

I’ve read the Bible so many times
stories of love and hate for hearts reminds
what a man would do to acquire affection
cave to opinions to avoid rejection

I know I will always consider you
knowing I don’t know what you’ve been through
you can rest assured I’m here to learn
my choices are the only ones I can turn

I could wax eloquent on prophecy
but like Paul don’t matter if loves not in me
to every kind of learning sold my soul
but if you don’t count my hearts not whole

So much in life we have to consider
experiences that can help or hinder
the so called guidance that many teach
a whole new Talmud do they preach

Funny thing in the Word of God
they were royalty or in sandals shod
one can never judge by their appearance
by their outside to truths adherence

I read every mythology by grade seven
all their thoughts bout hell and heaven
the Bible teaches that death is sleep
till the resurrections judgments keep

If you don’t examine all things taught
you won’t know the lies that live in thought
if you think you already know all truth
and that learning is only sought in youth

When you’ve unraveled the knowledge of the universe
and fully apprehend and can death reverse
when you are perfect and my attention demand
and like my Lord extend understand

I’ll always give a care bout who you are
but if Loves not your teacher you’re not my STAR
if you don’t seek love for earths family
what possible connection could you find in me

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Long poem by Leon Enriquez | Details |

ENDYMION

Mythology Revealed:
Endymion was a mortal man, perhaps a shepherd, 
who had a countenance of sheer beauty. He was fond 
of the mystic moon and her aura of light. This was a 
love affair between a mortal and a goddess. In turn, the
moon goddess Selene fell in love with this mortal, and
asked the all-father god Zeus to preserve his beauty. 
Endymion was put to an eternal sleep to preserve his 
beauty forever. Each night Selene would come to him to
marvel and delight at the splendour of his beauty.
The famous poet John Keats wrote: "A thing of 
beauty is a joy forever..." in his poem of the same
name. To this day, the myth of Endymion lingers
in the collective consciousness of humanity in
various interpretations of many cultures beyond
the shores of Greek mythology.

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Dear luna moon with your fine light,
My pulse now swoons as my eyes sight
Your lovely noon in mystic flight.


Dark is the night when I retire
With your fond sight that does inspire
An inner flight that love conspires.


A humble soul, this simple man,
Endymion's whole, spellbound sure span
In rapture's hold, in lovelorn trend.


And in return, Selene cast light
With sure concern to mark him right;
Zeus did discern to bless this plight.


A godly plan to grant wishing:
A mortal man in sure love's fling;
A sleeping grand as all time sings.


So for all time, Endymion sleeps
Bathed in light chimes with beauty deep;
Selene's fond rhymes, blossoms now seep.


Lovely love sleeps in brilliant light,
Deeper than deep immortal sight;
No need to weep for splendour's flight.


Ancient myth glows in glimpses bold;
The tale we know of choice that holds:
Zeus set the show in wonder's fold.


Oh mystic sleep, oh lovely light;
Beauty so deep, loving so right;
Fondness now peeps through starry night.


Fond lovers greet each fateful eve,
Eye to eye meet in timeless brief,
Love's endless street beyond all grief.


Start with mortal to greet love's light;
Glimpse immortal Olympian sights;
Love so vital as wonder bright.


Dear maiden moon and man lover,
In glorious swoon in makeover,
At midnight noon, now forever.


Oh luna rays that shine grand glow
Upon our stay of mortal flow,
Bless our fond play with lovely show.


See warm moonbeams in crystal stay,
Let light works stream with rainbow rays,
To fit our dreams with grandeur's sway.


Dark is the night when stars don't shine;
Still moon delights both yours and mine,
Luna insights hurl muse divine.


Deep darkness falls upon this earth;
We grope with gall since weary birth;
Yet beauty stalls our deathless mirth!


Leon Enriquez
16 Apr 2014
Singapore


(Dedication: For Louise Holley, and Amy Green.)


Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

The Love Story of Kacha And Devayani- One


The Love Story of
Kacha And Devayani-
One


BACKGROUND OF THIS
LOVE STORY

This beautiful story
from the Indian
mythology
speaks, how love and
hate can go to
extremes
when it is guided by
motives. 

Kacha was the son of
Brahaspati*. 
He was sent by Gods
to become 
the disciple of
Asurs*  Guru
Sukracharya 
to learn the secret
knowledge of
reviving 
the dead as a
representative of
Gods.

Guru Sukracharya had
a beautiful daughter

named Devayani. The
moment Devayani 
saw Kacha, she
instantly fell in
love with him 
and she began to
feel that she can no
longer live without
Kacha.

She requested her
father (the Asurs
Guru) 
to make him his
disciple to teach
him the secret
knowledge of
immortality. Guru
Sukracharya 
refused to make
Kacha his disciple
as he was 
the representative
of Gods. It was
Devayani who 
forced her father to
accept him as his
disciple
to teach Kacha the
secret knowledge of
reviving 
the dead as she was
utterly in love with
him.

The dramatic verse
starts from the
Ashram* of 
Guru  Sukracharya,
where Kacha stayed
for
many years to learn
the secret knowledge
in the
sweet company of
Guru’s daughter
Devayani. 
After completing the
entire learning’s of
the 
secret knowledge and
practicing it
successfully 
on Devayani's
father, one day he
told her 
that now he wanted
to go back to
heaven, as 
his teachings were
complete and by
reviving her
father's life he had
proved the
worthiness of
his learning’s.

Ravindra K Kapoor 

The Story starts
from Part 2.. 


						 








Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

Vasava An untold story 1/Many

Vasava
An untold story 


The story as Vasavadutta originally conceived and written by my late father Dr.Amar Nath 
Kapoor*  in Hindi many many years back, but Accidentally the major portion of his hand 
written manuscript got lost with many of his other hand written manuscripts during his 
lifetime itself. He had a deep attachment for this unique story belonging to the period of 
Guam Buddha 559 BC. 
Since I had heard him reciting this story when the manuscript was present I am trying to 
rewrite this unique story, as was wished by my late father. Hope my poetry soup friends 
would find it a unique story portraying a beautiful character of a dancer Vasavadutta or 
Vasava, who was an embodiment of beauty. Her life changed completely when she came to 
see Gautama Buddha.

I am rewriting his idea and story in English and hope to have your both types of comments 
as you find and feel, as it is always precious for me.

Vasava
An untold story 						Part 01/Many


She was a woman of splendid and unparallel beauty
Lavishly bestowed and blessed on her by Nature
Her intoxicating and lovely youth,  had sparked  
Her beauty and enchanting ness far and wide on Earth

On the beauty of her face and hanging hair locks
Many and mighty had sacrificed and burnt like moths
To see only a glimpse of her dance and to hear her voice
Many lost their entire wealth, only to enjoy her dance

Brahma* had labored hard, while shaping her beauty
Her enchanting eyes use to glitter, like beautiful sapphires
Which were studded in the golden cups of her lovely eyes
Attracting everyone, who came in the closeness of her eyes

During her dance performances, her eyes use to sprinkle 
A passionate intoxicating wine, to charm the audience
Her spectators never appears to stop drinking that wine
To get completely lost themselves in the charms of her dance


Ravindra

Kanpur India 01st March    2010	                  Part 01/Many

References and Hindi word used.

* Brahma   The Creator of the entire Universe as per Hindu  
   Mythology.

* Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor  My late father who was also a freedom      
   fighter who joined national freedom movements of Mahatma  
   Gandhi in 1920 but left active politics after India’s 
   independence in 1947 and devoted rest of his life till 1994 in 
   writing mass literature on Indian mythology, dramas , Poetry 
   and etc and wrote more than hundred manuscripts

*Kama  means wish, desire or longing, especially as in sensual 
    love or sexuality  ( Deo)  Hindu god inducing lusty 
    desires


Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

When the Earth was in danger 3

When the Earth was in danger     3/8
Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 2)

Then the most beautiful Urvashi* was called, from the heavenly court of Indira*,
To perform a unique dance, before Lord Shiva* who was lost in his Tandava Nritya*,
To calm the heat of his temper, which was burning like lava with in his chest  and
Which was trying to come out, through his dance of destruction to engulf the Earth. 10

Apsara Urvashi* started that day, 
Her unrestrained performance of a beautiful matchless dance, 
So that the inhabitants of this Earth, 
Could be saved from the lava like fire of Tandava* at any cost,
Even the Goddess of the seasons, 
Had spreads its intoxicating wine that day, to make Urvashi’s dance more enchanting.

The season of spring Basant*  had made it more blooming  &  intoxicating,
In every new step, Urvashi was breathing,
All that was only to distract,  the attention of Lord Shiva from his Tandava.11


Urvashi* was freely performing that day,  
Her life’s best and the most elegant dance,
Being an incarnation of beauty she knew, 
It was the last chance to save the Earth, 
From the cosmic fire of Shiva’s Trinetra* or else 
The whole earth will get burnt  with the flow of heated lava, 
Which was generating within His third eye Trinetra*12

To make her dance more appealing and effective, the season of Spring* 
Had defused  the air and atmosphere, with a fragrance and beauty unparallel,
Even the Goddess of Nature the Earth too,  was flowing a unique melody in the air,
The effects of these powerful wines were more intoxicating than the Sura* of heaven,*13

They all including the Gods and Goddesses, at that time were only praying with a wish,
That the beauty of Urvashi and her enchanting dance, with the intoxicating effect of,
Nature’s fragrance and melody flowing in the air, might divert Shiva’s mind and heart,14 

Ravindra
Kanpur India 19th Feb 2011               to conti. in 4

Clarifications
*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction
Trinetra*  means The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center of our forehead
Apsara*   Apsaras are beautiful, supernatural women. They are youthful and elegant &
proficient in the art of dancing.
Urvashi*  was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as per Hindu mythology  
Lord Indira*  .   Is the  King of Kings. A warrior par excellence. Ruler of the heavens
Dispenser of rain
Basant* is Hindi Sanskrit word for the season of Spring.
Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.
Sura*  The Nectar like wine of heaven




Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

The Boatmans Song 1/ Many

1/ To be continued in many parts

It was a different era and it’s a different story
Of a boatman and his enchanting melodies 
An Apsara* falling in love with that boatman 
But the boatman having a different love story  

The boatman used to carry simple villagers 
From one bank of the river, to its other bank everyday
While moving his boat on the river  
He used to sing those heart touching stories 

His voice in itself was a melody 
Bestowed on him by the Goddess Saraswati*
And his love songs were the songs of true love stories
Sung by the boatman, in full throated ease and beauty
While oaring his boat in the river side stream
Flowing between a Jungle, on one bank side of the river
And long sand dunes spreading  
All over the other non ending side of the river Ganges

Charmed by boatman’s voice and songs
And charmed by the beauty of the enchanting Jungles* 
Spread all along the one side bank of the calmly flowing river Ganges
His passengers used to get lost in the melodies of his songs
So long as his boat was moving from the sand bank of the river stream 
To its Jungle end every time the boatman carries some passengers

One day the echoes of his melodies crossed 
The airy levels of earth and started flowing
Like a soothing cool breeze, even in heaven
And charmed all the heavenly bodies in the court of Indra*
He listened them almost spellbound and became enchanted 
By the echoes of those unheard melodies of the boatman

Urveshi* who was a crown beauty among the Apsaras* of Indra* 
And was much more than, beautiful and charming
Among all the Apsaras of heaven, found her lost in hearing
The echoes of those love songs sung by the boatman 

Urvasi found one day after hearing those echoes 
That she was in love with them and became restless 
To hear the real songs of the boatman, while sitting before him
In his boat in the river Ganges on earth 

Urveshi asked the Lord of Heaven Indra*
If she can go to earth to hear the songs of the boatman
As the echoes of his songs had made her restless beyond imagination
She found that even she can not enjoy the heavenly pleasures
Till she quenches her thirst of listening the melodies 
Of that boatman, he was singing on earth


Ravindra
	
Kanpur India 4th January 2010

* Apsara=   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra=   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi=   One of the most beautiful Apsaras (nymph) of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology
* Jungle =  Forest


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