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Details | Light Poetry |
The Twelve Angels of Beirut

They huddle together in the heavens
Muttering amongst themselves
Confused as any human down below

We bestow upon them the ancient teachings
Not once, not twice, variations to please all walks of life
Yes thrice

They may choose the ancient books they follow
They may keep the traditions yet must adapt to modern intellect
Such literate men who seem not to read

Who can cast his eyes at his child?
Feeling nothing but love and endearment?
Who pray tell us is displeased to arrive at his home at dusk?

Angels we twelve have nourished
We have showed you both love, morality and compassion
Yet ye who divides faith, chooses battle

You so easily prefer to drink blood
Rather than bestow a red rose upon breast
Olive trees so ripe have no meaning at all for you

Like a tree that reaches the sky
All things change, as evolution’s duty dictates
Yet you fight to keep perceptions frozen in time

You cover a woman’s face
When its you who should hide in shame
Modesty is how we bestow good deeds to strangers

It is how we look at our hearts in the mirror
A woman’s beauty should shine to the heavens
Competing only with a mans debonair style of chivalry

Honor you mother and father
Honor your tribe
Not with traditions and rented cloth

Honor with your whole heart
Feed the poor and kiss your enemy on both cheeks
The skies will become your friend

We sit here waiting in torment and anguish
Crying to the heavens that surround us
We gave you hearts and minds

You return us blood and bombs
We are ashamed of our duties
For we have obviously failed you

Forgive us, you tribes of the three branches
We are the twelve angels of Beirut
Whose tears give you your sea

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015




Details | Light Poetry |
Those who worship
Those who praise
Day by day and night by night
Icons glorify their homes and holy sites
Their love for you in symbols up for show

They sing of your joy
They praise your glory
As they walk by the poor
Oh that’s another story

Their hearts are devoted
To the love of above
Yet they forget those beside them
Whom require our compassions
Sadly this kindness is so out of fashion

It selfish that happiness comes from looking above
When contentment of faith gives you a shove
Hey you who worship the gods up beyond
The gods are ashamed to be the idols of love

They ask you not to speak of the heavens
Or Jesus or saviors, or holiest of ghosts
If you truly wish to show your devotion
Stop all this heavenly commotion

Kiss your wife or husband at night
Invite your neighbor for a feast to delight
Give the poor man a blanket for the cold
Forgive the thief who stole some of your gold

Why every single day of you r life
Ask how you can make a fellow man more nice
A smile a hug, a compassionate ear
Talk against war and take away fear

It’s not by your praise of the lord above
That he will open you doors up in the heavens
The good lord is wise and sees your intention
So forgive your enemies and make them your friends
For this the lord will love you until your earthly end

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Love implodes

I see only the brightness and beauty
       Of her eyes
            Golden hairs,
	           I am envious to caress her sun rays
                        As I discover the universe,	
	 			Thrusting into the abscess of loves black hole

The void of loves creation begins again




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Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016




Details | Imagism |
In color flouting leaves, those leaves of times:
In dream as searching for hope another rhymes,
They met the grass, everywhere,the grass of hope;
But neither fate nor faith were set to moral slope.

The trembling leaves were free to kiss the wind
While the postmodern Columbus swore to find
The freedom`s borders with morning quivers,
With shinning heart like golden sharp scissors.

Like the pretzels with seeds of caraway
Passed our serenity and the emeralds` day,
Coiling itself up  in the times`shell,
Calling recollections hidden in hell.

Noon of amber color, with old scissors
Is ready to cut the black stripes of tigers,
The moon, and the beard of the Prophet;
But monks cannot endure: Not even a poet.

Breaking away through the walls of reality
Going  away from the cold rationality
Entering the realm on the heart`s side
Now was the time to open up your mind.

Was forest covered by guilty silence of mankind?
A rusty axe out of the east perturbed the mind:
If love was true, why liberty was not responsible
And it might mock the saints and hate was possible?

Truths hunt and think upon us. A larger reality: 
Feelings were talking about love and brutality
Spirits, beasts, ghosts in a pale path of normality
Taking gentle face of the family, city, mentality;

For once you should not try to shirk the real facts:
The language, beliefs, culture, feelings and acts.
Life is our own real reward and punishment
Living in the woods, kind of self banishment…

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
I am Charlie
Je suis Charlie


I laugh at myself
I laugh at the world
I mock you with love
I love to contemplate
I love for humanity to think
There are no limits to freedom of expression
As long as we have no hate in the heart
Let us mock the universe
In gaiety and laughter

If we learn not to take ourselves too serious
Maybe just maybe
We shall feed a few poor
Maybe an act of kindness
Maybe we shall forgive and open our hearts
Maybe one shall rejoice and clap at a daily good deed given
Maybe our kindness will rank higher than our ideals
Maybe, just maybe, a cartoon can be just that
A Cartoon

We all have different views
Different tastes
Our diversity is our beauty
We can each enjoy that which we see as art
We can each ignore, that which pleases not the eye
Free choice is golden

Cold blooded killers
Have no place in our civilization
Whoever kills in the name of the most merciful
Is a fool and an infidel
If Allah was an artist
The infidels would be caricatures on a sketch pad
To be erased from all of humanity

Yes, I am Charlie

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
The Beheading of Nînwe

Ninwe is the ancient Syriac name for Mosul
(not to be confused with the ancient Assyrian city of Nineveh)

Burned books
Dead poets
Dark ages of Mosul

Smattered relics
Islamic horrors
Dark ages of Mosul

Education denied
Blind minds cutting out eyes
Dark ages of Mosul

Evil hearts
Dark Souls
Rulers in Mosul

The golden age of Islam long ago
Evil winds have blown
Now they live in darkness

In Burka tears
Fear
For years

Crucified Christians
Run run run
The museum is closed in Mosul

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Some One may ask, hiding behind mask
Who is the terrorist? Who indeed I ask? 
Many a terrorist deflect their sins
On the defenders of freedom, they sow their raw hate
They yell their morals then cheat on their mate

They care only for their own righteous words
They brainwash the victims to cut off the heads
Then invent truths to fit their illusions so dead
They sing of peace and sell bullets for blood
Careful of the dark shadows hiding behind masks

They are easy to spot
They say not their names, only to defame
They hide behind codes and monikers 
The KKK was classic
At the white cloak game

If you disagree
A hypocrite he says you shall be
When he is the leader of deceiving all of thee
Sweet words never hide the camel’s breath
Ask the children of Assad

Killed by men behind gas masks

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Islam Burning


In deep purple flame
Stapled to the cross
While the peasants yell below
Demon demon demon
Black flags rise
Hearts fail to beat
Humanity has lost this score
The axe swings in the air
Freedom at last
From Islam’s beasts
My head tumbles into the dust
I am now an icon of the history I so loved
I am Khalid al-Asaad
Your humble servant of antiquity


Aug 19, 2015
In memory of Khalid al-Assad murdered by Islamic cowards.

Islamic State militants beheaded a renowned antiquities scholar in the ancient Syrian city of Palmyra and hung his mutilated body on a column in a main square of the historic site because he apparently refused to reveal where valuable artefacts had been moved for safekeeping.

According to Syrian state news agency Sana and the UK-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights, Asaad was beheaded in front of dozens of people on Tuesday in a square outside the town’s museum. His body was then taken to Palmyra’s archaeological site and hung from one of the Roman columns.

“Al-Asaad was a treasure for Syria and the world,” his son-in-law, Khalil Hariri, told the Associated Press. “Why did they kill him? Their systematic campaign seeks to take us back into pre-history. But they will not succeed.”

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Hanging from hooks, all on the wall
All the dead babies, no one cares at all
Murdered for the cameras, so you will weep
Asylums for the weeping, dead babies make you crazy
Sadness fills the diapers of dead babies entombed

Kindness you never see, just a dead baby in a propaganda sea
Illuminate the terror, no dead babies to be
Live for your hate, let the dead babies die
Live in your dreams, as dead babies cry
Silence, I said silence

Babies in graves do not sing
A single angel of reason in the mist of a circus ring
Bring the evil ones to me for their crimes
Injustice I shall punish and hell I shall define
Eternal flames for the ha mass of dead babies
Satin is your king, I shall be your tormentor

72 billion years of fiery hell for all of you

Hateful attackers’ mindless attitudes seduced

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Silent Night

Espressos and explosions
Gun shots
Screams
Blood ebbing towards the lifeless drain
Then

Silent Night

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Abu Nuwas


He proclaimed to the caliphate
In the dark hours of the evening
Rejoice! These splendid virgins are a bleeding
Drink our youth, and let not harm come our way

Peace is the brotherhood
Wine and love shall hold sway
Let us rejoice at the gardens and fresh bled flowers
The vineyards and the imams holy ways

Abu, in his boastful poetic fashion
Told the Islamic court,
Let us dance until the stars begin to fade
This is the fashion the universe has made
Embrace the learning’s of our neighbors conquered

The gardens of Babylon
In our drunkenness
Let us de-flower
Rejoice rejoice

For all that we do
We wish no harm on others
To flourish is all that we shall demand
Live with honor as you kiss the maidens hand

Abu held the court as poet and jester
Wine and wisdom invaded his soul
At times prison lay in front, enemies do fester
Freed from his irons

Abu Nuwas wrote poems of love
That lasted forever














Isis is the weed
And not the flower




Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |
One bottle of wine equals three poems
Two bottles of wines equals four poems and a tear
Three bottles of wine equals no poems at all
Yet many a tear
Ask Abu Nuwas
He was great at the math

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |
   ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon  Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi!  To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai 
Jis Ka Unwaan !  Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki     
 Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka 
Jis Ka Raabta !  Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood 
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri  Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
 
SHAISTA MANSOOR

Copyright © Shaista Mansoor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Three Wise Men
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  December/2014


    

       Jesus ______
                          |__
               Gandhi     |          
                              |___
                     Martin      |

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
GOOD GOD AND ALLAH PUTTING 
THE WORLD TO RIGHTS 



Allah was eating beans - 
and he let out a very
loud fart.
Good God shouted at
Allah: 'Boy, that smell
won't do for a start!'
'What have you been
eating - that smell is
really rancid?'
'It isn't me you silly
moo - it's them plonkers
the National Grid!'

'Don't blame those
geezers - they don't
eat hot curry.
You might as well tuck
in to that awful smelly
slurry!'
Your backside it smells
awful - I have to live
with that.
'Just cut down on the
curry - no wonder
you're so fat!' 

Good God is so house
proud - and he likes
to act all human.
Allah tries his very 
best - but he's looking 
for a woman!
The curry and the
meat kebabs - are all
much to tasty,
Good God says to Allah:
'I guess I'm being too
hasty!' 

'Listen you sour-faced
pussy,' said Allah,
I start to fart all day 
long - and I can't smoke
my havana!'
'Who's a sour-faced
pussy, asked Good God,
his lips were like king
Tut,'
'Oh, get a grip said
Allah - and do also kiss
my butt!'

They both went on and
on - and fists were
going to fly,
But a little gay fairy
flew down and said: 'Hi?'
'Who the hell are you, 
asked God - you sound
a little queer,'
My name is Queen - and
you make me shed a
tear.'

'All you do is argue - 
and eat smelly curry.'
Me and my fairy friends - 
think you are so silly.'
You are two great 
leaders, but your diet
isn't right.
Farting all the time - 
and trying to cause a
fight.

'Leave that to the 
humans, who are also
a pain in the backside.
And if you carry on  
like this - I'll slap your
religious hide.'  
What's the world 
coming to - when two
Gods are always
squabbling?
Jack it in right now - 
and stop your bloody
arguing!

The fairy then flew off - 
to his lair of fairy land.
Good God and Allah 
both smiled - and they
kissed each other's
hand!
As they both went their
separate ways - and
not in any hurry.
Good God said to Allah:
'go easy on the curry!'

Have you seen that
geezer, Allah asked, 
Obama, he's the man.
Good god replied;
'Oh, that geezer with
a suntan!'
I hear he's leaving
America - because
he's got the hump.
And he's giving the
White House keys
to some guy called
Trump!'

'Oh, that racist jerk,
oh, he's always in
jolly clover.
Looking very silly,
with his blonde hair
comb-over!'
Will he make America
great again, and 
create a whole new
system?
He'll probably buy
his way in the White
House - that'll be
bloody treason!'

'The world has sure
gone crazy - and I
can't abide health
and safety.
They're interfering 
far too much - the
world has now gone
crazy.'
There is one thing I
would get rid of, said
Good God - and that's
political correctness.
I totally agree with you,
said Allah, they've
ruined bloody Christmas!

'And those corrupted 
politicians - they're all
out for themselves,
said Allah losing the 
will to live.
Oh, you do sound so
masterful, said Good
God - we really should
forgive!'
Sod that for a lark, I
know what I'll do, 
said Good God with
a frown.
We will join those in
power - and prance
about in town.'

All the poor people
are suffering - and
all the vulnerable too.
While all those greedy
world leaders - they
want throwing in a
stew.
'Isn't that cannibalism,
said Good God, giving
a little wink?'
'I don't care what it is - 
just let me bloody
think!'

Well, we will have to
sort them all out,
especially the UK MPs,
They are bullying all
the genuine disabled
people - their benefits,
they appease.
'And what's with this
same-sex marriage
nonsense, who's idea
was that?'  
I will not allow that
on earth - fiddling their
bloody VAT!!!!'

'And, what about gay
adoption, that is so
ludicrous?
They aren't allowed to
adopt babies or children,
it causes so much fuss.'
Oh, we have to be gay
friendly, said Good God,
to be any different, it
is against the law.'
Who's bloody law? It isn't
mine - and I'm the boss,
gay adoption - to this I 
do say; 'NO!'  

But both Good God and
Allah knew they were
in for a fight,
Spreading that same-sex 
marriage rules - is from
the gay rights plight.
But how do some folk
go on - and object to
all this "same-sex" mania?
Oh, if you do object - 
the gay rights will cause
mass hysteria!!!!

In the end Allah said:
'Let's go and get some
curry.'
I'm not eating that stuff,  
replied God, my bottom 
would really worry.'
'Worry, asked God, how
do you mean - how about 
a tasty KFC?'
'Now, then, that I can 
always cope with - just 
like MP's - we'd get it all 
for FREE!!!!'


BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.

Copyright © zineb laddioui | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
How can geographic points for interaction and socializing become haram? Catching up with the flying time and constant upgrade in civilization process; these too are also haram? Is seeking knowledge and applying understanding haram too? Funny enough, a particular 'god' gives his affirmation to this way of stone age enslaving way of living. Females with males on the same platform is unthinkable and their significance and huge role in a modern society is so haram. 'must', 'force' and compulsion; their coat of arm. dialogue and democracy abominations and canal. In short, all are considered haram. Spoken words without submission; submission without worship and reverence; reverence not to a supreme called 'Allah' enough reasons, for death to shop on souls. Free will, liberty and freedom; worst of all, the right to live have now been considered haram. Even with such a babaric ideology They forget that....................................... the use of communicating devices is haram why use video clips and satellite cells instead of crows and birds? They forget that......................................... the use of bombs and weapons of mass destruction is haram. Why not use stones and bare fighting skills? Even the bow and arrow are invention of knowledge and science! They forget that............................................ machines and wheels are also haram. Why not use camels and horses? They forget that.......................................... the cotton and silk they wear are haram. Why not use leaves and animal skin? The same ideology they propagate is the same they contradict leaving them with absolutely no excuse and gross foolishness in committing these huge crimes against humanity. This is not a war, yet we have prisoners and girl slaves? We aren't in the battle field yet people are dying in mass and numbers? Holy smoke! This is the 21st century for goodness sake... yet we are compelled to live beneath stones and find warmth beside raw fires? Woe unto you, masters of terror! don't forget that after a time cycle another hour immediately begins. You'll be caught up with your deeds and the whole of nature will spit on your existence. Life has been sweet, mysterious and full of hope like an expectant mother. Even though you've succeeded in making it a blind date; we'll face the occasion with hope never giving up on the final sight of a beautiful new acquaintance.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
God is right
Black or white.
© Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Grey Clouds
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  November/2014


Grey clouds 
drift

through 
the
stillness

in
the Celestial 
sky -

Casting
it's 
shadow

of
sadness

over
the earth -

Soon
grey clouds
will cry

tears
of
displeasure,

to
rain down

over the 
whole 
MAD world -

Wars
all
over
the globe,

will end -

Calamity,
Destruction
and
Riots

will cease -

A day
will come

when
Cops,

will
no longer 
hide

racism

behind
the
badge,

to
gun down 
black men -

That day
will
come,

and
heavens 
rain

will fall
from
the sky,

tears
of
Holy Water,

to
heal
the world -

copyright (c). 11262014
all rights reserved author -
  

 


 

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatern |
This is a script to read again Its wordings are clear- no blunder Each page on its own is a sane It has distinct words to ponder I’m yet to find its replacement This is a script to read again It’s obvious in its endowment A script fit beyond thousand reigns With what I've seen, I've much to gain Those about lives before our own This is a script to read again Can any author beat this Lone? In everything it’s just the star I think its lost can’t be regain It’s the same here and in Dakar This is a script to read again.
28/5/2013

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
GOOD GOD AND ALLAH BOTH DO RULE THE SHORES


Allah said to Good God:
'I'm really quite cheesed
off,'
Good God said to Allah:
'Yes, I too feel a little
ruff'.
"What is wrong with 
the crazy human people?
All they do is hurt and
kill each other - and
shoot at my own temple?"

'There has to be a 
reason - they call it
terrorism -
Always killing one 
another - and for no
good reason!'
'The world was a better
place - when Moses
was at large,
He parted the sea of
life - as the peasants
all did charge.'

Good God said: 'I do
agree with you - and
I will now make some
changes,
I'll put the living fear
in all of them - I'll 
report them all as
crazies!!!!' 
'I aim to be the boss - 
and I'll put Samson on
red alert,
He can then destroy
the world - and then
they'll feel the hurt?'

'What about the UK MPs,
and their ten per cent
pay rise - asked Allah
so bemused?'
'I'll block their cynical
pay rise said God - it 
really is absurd!'
We look down upon
the earth through our
magic lake,
But why must we hurt
innocent people - by
causing giant a giant 
earthquake?'

'Surely it is better to
resurrect a terrorist
hero?
Call upon Sir Guy 
Fawkes - he'll go
with the flow?'
'He can recruit some
pals of his - and seize 
his magic moment,  
Then make absolute 
certain - by dismissing
the Houses of 
Parliament?'

'So, as both Good God
and Allah stood up to
plan their glory mission,
Good God wore his 
specs - as he wanted
twenty twenty vision!!!!
Allah said: 'Go on my 
son - we will make
some changes'
And why won't you pay
me asked Allah - you
haven't paid me in 
ages?'

'Shut up whinging, said
Good God to Allah, I
feed you as you know,'
'Yes, you do, said Allah - 
but my last pay rise was
so low!'
'I told you, stop your
moaning - we need to
save the earth.
We need to stick together,
for a glorious new rebirth.' 

So the intrepid duo went
on their quest - as the
sun set over yon,
And both Good God and
Allah - did an almighty
yawn!!!!
You, see, the world is
always on the edge - of
insanity, that people cause,
Don't forget my friends - 
'Good God and Allah both 
know: 'they both do rule
the shores!!!!'

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Disciple
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  October/2014


I am
a living
Spirit,

from the
infinite 
sky -

I stand
in 
Solitude,

and
Holy Peace,

between
the 
spaces,
of 
time -

I Am that
 "Gap"

between
a
sunbeam

of
rays -

I Am
the hush
of
silence,

that lull
In 
the storm -

I Am
the pulse
and
flow

of 
rolling rivers,

that run
to wed

the
Infinite Sea -

My Heart
 and
Soul,

surrender 
to 
the breath

of the 
Great Spirit -

I walk
in 
the light,

of His
Divine
illumination,

that beams
out
from 
heaven.

I AM

a
Disciple,

a 
Messenger, 

from
the 
Most High -

 A living
Spirit,

Sent here
from
the Universe -


Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.

Copyright © zineb laddioui | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
SENSE OF UNIVERSAL CREATIVITY CONCEPT BEYOND COSMIC CREATURES REVIEW.
WHY, HOW, WHEN, WHO DESIGNED THE SYLLOGE KNOW HOW CREATOR ONLY KEN. 
OBVIOUSLY, SINCE INCEPTION OF MACROCOSMOS INFINITY TIMES LAPSED THE COINER SELF EXISTENCE HYPOTHESIS GIST AND FUTURE CREATIVE CRAFT STRATEGY SCENARIO REVIEW NOT YET FLASHED LILLIPUTIAN TO CYCLOPEAN SOULS OF MODERN CENTURY  
EVERY CREATIVE SOUL HAVE TO EXPLORE THE NASCENCY ENIGMA OF DIVINE COSMOS. 
TO RESEARCH ABOUT THE PURPOSE OF CREATURES CRAFT CYCLIC PRESENCE &UNIVERSE PANOPLY FOR FUTURE TIMES MARATHON. 
IN THIS HIS EXCELLENCY GOD CREATIVE CREATURES CRAFT OF UNIVERSE. 
THE GARGOYLES NOUMENON IS SCINTILLATION OF GIGANTIC COSMIC ANIMA DIVINE PHOSPHORESCENT.
 ACCORDING TO MACROCOSM ONTOLOGICAL MYTHICISM, THE CREATURE CREATIVE SOUL AS PER SUPER POWER GOD'S WILL AND PLEASURE PUERILE OPUS SCHMALTZ.
TAKE BIRTHS IN CYCLIC CHAIN AND AS PER END LIFE TENURE WOULD DIE HARD&COMFY LEGION. 
AS PER FUTURE GOD LIFE OF CONCERNED SOUL IN THE HALFWAY TIME SPELL OF NASCENCY &NECROSIS AS A FILM DIRECTOR HIS EXCELLENCY REV.,GOD WILL DIRECT EVERY SOUL AS PER HIS WISH&DESIRE TO PORTRAY MYRIAD CHARACTER'S BAD &GOOD DEED ROLES FOR SELF FROLIC&SHINDIG HOOPLA. 
HOW FAR THE DRAMATURGY WOULD CONTINUE AS PER WHIMSY&FANTASY OF OUR CREATOR THE ALMIGHTY. 
THE MYTH, FICTITIOUS, ERSATZ, APOCRYPHAL OCCULT SCIENTIFIC LOGIC GIST ABOUT IT. 
SO FAR, NO CREATURE'S DARE DEVIL SIXTH SENSE HAD SCORNED TO EAGLE SCAN THE SECRETS OF DIVINE WONDERS SINCE INCEPTION OF UNIVERSAL GOD SHOW. 
COSMOS CREATOR LIGHT FLASHES CREATIVE SOULS NEVER, EVER DARE TO DO RESEARCH ON THIS EPIGRAM.
IN THIS UNIVERSAL CREATIVE SHOW OF CREATOR MASTER HIS EXCELLENCY GOD.
AS PER SUPER SOUL WILL & PLEASURE TUNES OF ALMIGHTY.
THE CREATURES SOULS HAVE TO DANCE TILL ITS CYCLIC END OF IT'S LAST BIRTH. 
ACCORDING TO LIFE ENACTS PAST BIRTH DEEDS COMMITMENT A CREATURE SOUL FATE WILL BE FINALIZED BY DIVINE. 
IN TURN THE STATUS OF PARTICULAR SOUL PRESENT&FUTURE LIFE GAME WILL RUN TILL IT'S ELEVENTH HOUR ON VARIOUS PLANETS EARTH OF ENTIRE UNIVERSE. 
ACTUALLY, THE CREATED CREATURE SOULS IN ANY&EVERY SHAPE LIKE, HUMAN,ANIMAL,FOWELS,MICROBES AND WHAT NOT ALL MICRO-ORGANISMS TO GIGANTIC SPECIE CREATURES. 
ARE ROBOTS HAVE TO ACT IN THIS UNIVERSE AS PER INSTRUCTIONS OF THE GOD GREAT TILL THEIR LONGEVITY END.
ON THE BEGINNING DAY OF UNIVERSE WHILE CHISELING FIRST TIME ONE SOUL SHAPE.
THE CREATOR GOD HAD PLANTED IN SOUL SO MANY BAD&GOOD QUALITIES AS PER HIS WILL&WISH. 
RESULTING ENJOYING THE CREATURES DRAMA KEEPING ALL CLUTCHES OF COSMOS DRIVE IN HIS HANDS. 
THE ONTOLOGY OF GOD LOGIC GIST REVIEWED THAT, IT IS KNOW BEYOND CREATURE INTELLIGENCE LIMITS.
FINALLY, OUR GOD GIFT CREATURE CREATIVITY RIGHT THAT 
ALL CREATURES SOULS OF UNIVERSE HAVE TO BOW BEFORE CREATOR TILL THY SELF THEIR LAST CYCLIC BIRTHS END.
TILL FINAL EMANCIPATION IN TO ALMIGHTY SUPREME SOUL HOLY GORGES FOR EVER IN FUTURE TIMES.  

IT IS CRITIQUED ON THE GOD PHILOSOPHICAL UNIVERSAL CRAFT THAT ALL CREATIVE CREATURES ARE ROBOTS IN DIVINE PALMS FOR CREATION&OBSOLESCENCE CONCEPT AND FINAL JUDGEMENT ON THE ELEVENTH HOUR OF UNIVERSAL DOOMSDAY.SO NO WHIZ MASTER MIND OBITER PROFFERS WINED&DINED .













                    




Copyright © HARI VSRC SHARMA | Year Posted 2017

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My First Poem Example

From your mind, I want to remove a myth
These are first two lines I woke up with
Also have learned and heard as of late
Read my poems people can hardly wait.

Even last day when my life does expire
To write poems can't destroy the desire
And many may not ever like my looks
Should see my stacks of composition books.

Most of all much typing sure hate to do
Wish there was some way which I knew
To transfer all my poems to a disk
Without ever having to suffer any risk.

If each poem in my mind could only be
Transferred directly from inside of me
Without suffering mental and emotional strain
And end up becoming part of your brain.

All suggestions am completely opened up to
So my thick skull and brain can get through;
In the meantime, will you please do this
Any of my poems be sure not to miss.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran






































Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
All conversations,
like harmonic music,
practice rhetoric's resonant enculturation
with mutual communicating hope,
intent,
faith;
sometimes even love.

All evolutionary integrational spirals 
practice nurturing encultured healthy trends
with spirited hope, intent, faith;
and within great evolution's transitional climatic revolutions,
often even love.

All nutritional recycling events,
divinely humane co- as eco-repurposers,
recreators,
nurture open-loop polyculturing regenerations,
emerging healthy local through global hope,
positive political intent,
economic cooperative faith;
and, PostMillennially,
balanced nurturing permacultural love
of organic nested root system landscape development networks,
both on- and off-line,
with arts and craftsy ZeroEgo Optimization Zones.

All discernment practices languaged enculturation,
with enculturing hope, active climaxing love,
faith in Gandhian wealth of nondually co-arising healthy outcomes.

All prime information strings within networks practice dialectal flow
as rhetorically YangPositive AND YinYin double-negative
temporally and neurally aptic,
mutually inductive dipolar function,
with hope for less noise as dissonance
and pathological absence of prime-bicameral Left-Right communication.

All love practices communication
enculturing healthy faith in wealth of active regeneration,
EgoLeft as EcoEarth's Right
to live Tao balance proportions of symmetry,
Tipping MidWay Points
gleaming sunlight's reflection off Earth's transparent skin
toward Alpha through (0)Mega Primal Points
ecoconscious bicameral lights
displaying Ego's big stage for song and dance
rhetorical campaign events,
each interdependent aria 
comprising EarthTribe's Opera.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
ALL OF ME World's written with the fictions that one can't explain , The streams full of photonic dust leads to abodes in gain. Empyreal deity embraces me , Episodic cuddlefests then braces me . Bouts and animosities all obliterate , I do venditore the past but am not alone . All the gayness , peace, pride hails , All the halcyon moments prevails . Then murmuring the enchanting prays I say , Its All Of Me , loving all of them . And they are neither the fortune, nor a diviner I am. Its just feeling a halo , Walking forth a welkin , The feels are ephemeral but it stays right here eternal . As I see the zodiacal light with all the horizon paint white. Figured anelapsis with cool vibes . As I say , Its All Of Me , loving all of them . And that them, is a supreme one. The deity ! The God ! S•R• @thatoneshe_

Copyright © Shruti Rawat | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
I tried writing a poem tonight about the moon's brilliance. It was huge, as it was pale; hypnotic in its rise. The sun's reflection made me think of my own depression because I could see the moon's geography and its mountainous expanses. The darker shades of grey highlighted an elevation untouched by man's wishes. I had a sense of my own biology and its fragility. Like fine China placed in boxes void of upward pointing arrows, my warranty became null and void because of packaging and stacked in wrong directions. The molecular dust, mixed with rust, the ore and iron shavings, I could feel moonlight settle in my veins and I yearned to be a part of the universal order of detachment and attraction. Wishing ocean waves would wash over me as I fought the pull against my toes from lunar confiscation. A sea's toll, the sand that disappears from underfoot, admission into the deep. In my being, I felt all the knowledge Britannica had to offer, and then every answer fizzled away with evaporative tenacity and again I was left wondering about my place in this world, when a few seconds before; I swore, I was sure. The poem ended up being scrapped because no arrangement of words would've compared to witnessing the moon being painted on a deserted horizon and seeing His paintbrush come to rest on an easel.
No, my words wouldn't have been equal.

Copyright © TS Lewis | Year Posted 2015

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Some complain of snow

Some complain of the cold

But what falls from the sky

Is much more golden than gold

Blessings from the sky

Yet we turn a blind eye

We instead express our disgust

When we could turn our sins into dust

We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain

But instead we scowl and frown on that rain

We could thank God instead of making a fuss

(It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!)

A time to be grateful,

Yet we just complain

We could be making precious du’aa

For major beneficial gain

But it’s easier to grumble

Roll your eyes and shake your head

You may regret not taking advantage of this

When you’re long gone and dead

Don’t delay being

Grateful to your Lord

Let your heart live out

The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.

Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013