Barbarism Poems

The Freedom Flotilla

This is no pleasure trip, no voyage for the weak-hearted. 
The activists singing, holding arms, like birds in the trees, 
those in awe of morning’s glory, in a dolphin-crowded sea,
mantle of intellect, a true heroic affair.
They have a ship load of food and medicine, a holy mission
to the chagrin of warmongers and their media culprits.

To the shores of Gaza they sail, 
Where flesh is burnt like used tires,
monuments of barbarism.
Bewilder them till they die!
At night the stars come out into 
this artifice of humanity, caught in the web of
an unspeakable tragedy. 
Alas, the flotilla is interdicted, freedom is not,
sailing past the deceits, the barricades, the barb wires,
And the AI-guided bombs.   
Freedom is never negotiated on high seas, commands
all the waves to safety.*

Dedicated to Greta and her comrades

Befallen

Mouth of the orange-flavored lollipop
Hands of the bicycle on the yard
Eyes of the doll playing days
Saw nothing
But easy death snatched the child

Piles of tears
on the red valleys of corpses 
prayed the naked pact of
The world weapon business!

Nobody dies but
the hearts of barbarism
on the worried thrones
to save the truth of Scriptures

Humanity or civilization
The Dome of the Rock or the life
Now in the befallen wish of God

©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April

The Inept Pianist

Being handsome alone is not important.  Having talent is.  Quote by poet. 


Bewitched, her fingers flew, 
keys pressed, sound vibrated
song sang assonance in perfect pitch.

He tried, he fumbled,
closed his ears, a cacophony of
vulgar barbarism.  He remembered standing up
disgusted, turning, looking in a mirror,
a nauseous narcissus.

He could not help but admire
his sapphire eyes,
the clean, well-shaved chin,
his perfect figure...
all useless, for he lacked
her talent, her special gift,
her poise;
but not her face
where ugliness triumphed.
It was then, alas, that he felt 
the death of music in his soul.

Virtual Wasteland

Behind a screen, they hid their faces…
Cruelty unleashed, leaving internal damage,
They sneered as she crumbled, a spectacle for them, 
Their laughter echoed, as her world began to fall. 


Anonymously, they hid behind the pixels, 
A poison ring, horrifying scene indeed.
“She deserved it, I hope she’s dead”
Are we not allowed to make mistakes?
Her soul, once vibrant, now withered and gray, 
Consumed by the darkness, fading into oblivion.


The bottomless pit, a soul-slaughtering house, 
Where werewolves wandered, devouring her innocence. 
Their words, like arsenic slowly dissolving inside her, 
An unending torture, deep wounds left bare.


In the virtual white room, her cries ignored, 
Nonstop nightmares, her fate slowly being written.
The poor girl withered, an angel losing her wings,
As the darkness smothered her, sealing her tomb.


Their barbarism, a barrage of bullets fired,
Unleashed on a soul, a life they did end. 
Their cowardice exposed, a truth they can't defend. 
In the depths of hell, judgement awaits, 
A punishment for their actions, forever burning.

Our Games Define Us

Our games define us, who we are
    by which ones are most popular

  First comes football, all blood and gore*
    #1 with those who long for war

  Then there's basketball, the 'city game' 
     for ghetto-dwellers, a path to fame

  Last and least, poor tennis
    long the 'gentleman's game'
  
  Of late reduced to barbarism
    grunts and shouts ~ through a racial prism  



  ____________________________________
  *American football, a violent sport

Best Blessing

Facing any criticism,
Like crude barbarism, 
Had been true terror for me,
Stung my heart like jungly honey-bee...!
Little taunting enough,
To make my mind fluff;
Days and nights I brooded,
Over anything that deluded...!
Psyche filled with suspicion,
At two people's conversation;
They're talking ill of me, I thought,
When got chance, with them I fought...!
Doubts ate up peace like parasites,
Often led to silly fights;
Each one suffered damages,
Thought: have we turned savages...?
Void betwixt like valleys,
Widened each day like alleys;
Why betwixt humans such distance?
Why is such existence?
Tranquility got trailed,
Harmony re-railed;
Enlightenment,
Left negligent...!
During midnight prayers,
Alone at church-upstairs,
Heart filled with fears,
I implored the Lord in tears...!
Could a father see his son cry?
Doesn't he hasten to wipe his eye?
And so the lord responded 
Took hold of me as though bonded...!

===

I bloom a smile on all today,
Forgetting events of yesterday;
No doubt; no venom; no burden;
Life has turned Garden of Eden...!


22 November 2022 
Best Blessing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh

Benevolence

Working in fields and farms,
In offices and workspaces,
In light and dark,
In summer and winter,
In sickness and health,
In pain and suffering,

Under pressure and relief,
Under freedom and oppression,

With the aim of feeding the family,
With the aim of educating the generations to come,
With the aim of helping the needy,
With the aim of peace and prosperity,
For the aim of creating a better future,

Irrespective of caste and race,
Irrespective of the ignorance and negligence faced,

If we have the same goal,
Why fight in the name of god?,

In the name of culture,
In the name of belief,
In the name of patriotism,
In the name of the future,

If we have the same goal,
Then why the need to fight at all?,

Aren’t two better than one,
Aren’t four better than two,
Isn’t peace better than war,
Isn’t humanity better than barbarism,
Isn’t love better than hatred,

There is yet much to care about,
There is yet much to ponder about,
There is yet much to understand about,
There is yet much to discover about,
There is yet much to reveal about,
There is yet much to love about,

If you don’t believe if my friend, then the satan tricked you once again.

Peace Or Piece

Is there any place for underworld in islamic state?
Why acts of barbarism are common in Pakistan?
Does the word Islam mean peace or submission?
How angels are different from ghosts technically?
What are the benefits of worshipping the Lord?
What are the beliefs and practices of Islam?
What are the odds of a religious person?
Who guided the rightly guided caliphs?
Why every religion has a god Literally?
What are the components of religion?
How Islam is a superior religion?

Money

Money,
plus than paper
with images,
a symbol...
further than vile metal,
a gesture...
even demonized
a blessing... !
Further than a villain,
a miracle... !
sensitive further
than primitivism
Sweeter and smooth
than pettiness...
Charitable,
as a meritorious...
Humanist,
as a donor...
It is the summary
of all actions
dynamics,
efficient artifice
of motricity...
is altruistic when
avoid barbarism
of the dispute of
man for food...
It's an enjoyable benefit
to all available...
The selfishness of men and that
do it
scarce....fickle...!

No Denial

undisputed truths
unspeakable barbarism
slow rusting train tracks

One Day

When man becomes
           the man's dog ...
           When the clear appears
            the dark...
            When the authority acts as
            injustice ...
            When the law lives on
            the disorder ...
            When violence establishes itself as
            the truth...
            When the ideology admitted as
           the religion...
            When all love is
            the pain ......
            When love then
             weaken...
             When to defeat instead
             to touch ...
             Then this world will be
             close to extinguish ...
             Then our blackout will be
             imminent...
             But it won't be exactly
             so if, man does not
             disappear in the opprobrium,
             in barbarism ,,,!

The Expert In Escapism

I told him to create an account
and write me a poem
you won't believe his recount
this will compel you to focus
he said he wasn't allowed to
that it would be one document
when if he would just do
it would be a different occupant

When he was still working
they have a device to snap up temperatures
he would say he had to proceed clerking
and do it himself when that wasn't his expenditures
in other words he didn't check them
and would leave for work pretending
earlier than his shift he would stem
and leave me at home depending

It's not just me he does this to he's sleek
he told a friend he had to be at work two hours early
when that wasn't the case I'm proof as I speak
to refrain from dealing with confrontation surely
which is what he's trying to spout
the expert in escapism
though prisoner he's not no doubt
I hope this stops soon for I'm not into barbarism

Back To the Jungle

Might is always right in the state of terrorism
Might is always right in the state of barbarism
Might is always right in the state of animals
We have lost peace and rest
Is this a punishment or test?

Feast of Beauty

FEAST OF BEAUTY

I thought humans don't eat humans
and bands don't break bands

But your beauty is eating me up - Cannibalism. 
Sheer barbarism and "taboolism",
Not empathic and absolutely no sympathy,
Emotions running high for your posh of beauty
As my own desires are feasting on me - Autocannibalism
Just like a person being consumed by or**sm.
Miss Farhana Sait,
Your charm is a bait
That lures mankind into your paradise gate. 
Set me in confinement,

multiplying multiple enjoyment;
Cocooned in your milky endowment.
If beauty were transactions and sold in zillions,
Yours would be priceless and raise common opinions.
Tiger doesn't eat Tiger when famish
Yet your looks feast on this Tiger in ambush.
All these models do is slay, slay & slay
But with the fangs of beauty & your outlay
You feast, feast & feast on your prey.
To survive your allure, this I pray.

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme.
Copyright © October 1st, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #inspiredbyFarhana
#inspiredbybeauty
#beautyappreciation
#feastoftheeyes #feastofbeauty

The Mind Is a Temple Within a Kingdom

Two kings wage war on the same crown.
To which the fate of your kingdom is bound.

Destined collision. 
Of a manifesting mechanism.
The great schism of barbarism and wisdom.

Ruling over a nation of one.
By your actions a King's victory is won.

You are their common denominator.
Which is the Curator? Which is the Traitor?
You must crown one your great emancipator.

Curator
No doubt design of the mind was divine.
A temple that denys the confines of the sublime.
A bulwark from demise amd derise of the benign.
Guardian of the shrine that shines with all those aligned. 


Traitor
Unstable power. Responsible for malicious creation
Removal of "our." Potential usurper of an ambitious station. 
Emotionally sour. The source of your auspicious ruination.
Desire to overpower. Edging closer to vicious insubordination.

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