Best Befool Poems
Defeating the Brutality
In a civilized world where people,
Even share the grief of their enemies
And write Poems and Songs
When they are in pains and
Are surrounded by sorrowful happenings.
The soldiers of Pakistan army
Have beheaded the Indian soldiers
In disguise and have eloped
In the darkness of cowardice.
What a bravery they have shown
Making a mockery of Geneva Convention
As, such human aspects
Have no meaning for such an army
Which believes in brutal killings only.
My nation is shocked and
The world is bewildered
To see this brutal act of cowardice
But those who have done this
Barbaric act
Are laughing in their dark chambers
As they believe in
Barbaric cruelty and
A denial of such acts
As not accepting a things
Is the best remedy
To befool the world.
Ravindra
10th Jan. 2013
http://www.timesnow.tv/INDIA/Martyred-jawans-honoured/videoshow/4418578.cms
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-20957136
Categories:
befool, dedication, world,
Form:
Free verse
(I dedicated this poem to Linda-Marie Bariana)
Hey, Sweet heart, Good Morning, basking in the sun on Sunday
Just wanted to give a surprise, sorry for unannounced visit I pay.
“Ram, your visit was announced by your grandson from Ramsey”
My God, How? Did he make a phone call to you? From Ramsey?
Gave him your No.as driving first time, maybe worried going me stray
So, How are you and Ron, dear, hope going strong in every way.
So happy to see you in person though we meet on soup every day
Remember you, using the gift of Italian mouse pad you sent every day.
Thanks, Linda, for veg parfait and coffee you offered the Indian way
Say Hello to Ron when he’s home, now going to visit Michael on my way.
………..
I remember how to my above fancied write, you reacted and foreknew
“Maybe one day come true for real my friend.. never say never now”
*I remember what you commented when I wrote on Sweetheart’s Synonyms
Beauty, knock-out, Dish, Looker, Lulu, Smasher, Mantrap…. I deemed.
I remember how you reacted, “SUPER, SUPERB, EXQUISITE” honored
By your words and comparisons some by favorite women I adore”
The greatest quality she possessed was her INNOCENCE and gaiety
I wrote a haiku about to touch the nose with the tip of the tongue
To befool the readers on the PS on the 1st April and… see her hilarity
“I do this in daily exercises for strength of muscles of chin and tongue”
I don’t know wherever she is, but I do know how and what she will be
A sweetheart, ready to help anyone, full of life and love, spirit and spree.
+++++++
*My poem “Linda Marrie, the Sweetheart on PS” submitted to Irma, Skat-A Contest on her
**The words in Italics are the quotes from her comments on my two poems I wrote on her.
* My grandson is studying in Waltwick School, Ramsey.
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May 8, 2014
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: My beloved sweetheart by Amy Green
I have revised, added more lines and reposted this poem
April 17, 2011 (Originally posted on PS)
Categories:
befool, dedication, heart, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
My eyes have the vision to see inside your soul
my eye of the needle the threads you wove
behold the eye that seek to befool
beware of the eyes that once you consoled
take sight of the past
but focus an eye on tomorrow
don't let the eyes that judges
be the eye of your sorrow
don't let the eyes that betray you
lead your eye astray
don't let the eye of the tiger
get in your way
the beauty in my eyes
mirrors from my heart
the love in my eyes
will never keep us apart
if my eyes exhibit expressions
that touches your soul
when your eyes see the light
it should simply unfold
My Eyes.
Categories:
befool, beautiful, betrayal, desire, fantasy,
Form:
Ballad
May be I think, I’m grown up and I can decide.
It’s a myth in my mind so must be kept aside.
May be I’m respected and they take my advice.
I’m telling you this just to be precise.
Daddy thinks I’m still a child and always playing games
Anyone can befool me is what he claims.
“Don’t chat with strangers and
Personal details you don’t send.
And no need to tell that you are a mother of two
My baby, life is not as easy as playing – ‘loo’ ”,
Is what daddy advised, when I said
“My poems have got some comments on internet.”
Date:13/13/14
* loo - A game of cards.
Categories:
befool, care, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
Hell in The Stars
Befool yourself into believing
In words
And fool yourself into thinking
You’ve heard “the” word
All of our knowledge
Is designed by human hands
Look a little deeper
Look out towards the stars
We are planet bound
The same as a plant inside its pot
Still we know the galaxies are there
Just like a pot plant comprehends
Its nature is to live
In a field
It is the demonstration of arrogance to believe
That we have the answers to everything
The greatest mystery
Is how all this came to be
Yet you define it with your books
You even think that in your words
You can capture what it is
That breathes
Eternally
What are the stars to you except imagery
What are they to you but romance
What are they to you
Other than a figment of your imagination
What do they represent
Nothing more
Than your
Denial
What do we wake up to be
This planet and our own mediocrity
Or do we wake up
To feel all the suns which we call stars
And the entire expanse of creation
Witnessed
In our eyes
Do we understand that Hell
Is as much an aspect
Of heaven
As is everything else
A planetary definition made by limits
Does not define
Reality
And I know; being challenged
you will turn to your books of faith.
I know you will turn to each other, for support.
You will look towards the comfort of an easy excuse.
A human explanation of what humanity can’t explain,
you will turn away from
the evident proof of your eyes, yet again.
You will choose to deny the stars and every portent they contain
and instead; look towards a heaven
which simpleton faithlings say belief cannot resist.
While creation happens all around you
you will choose
not to exist
Give it another Prophet and another thousand years
For your stupidity
To stop up your eyes and your ears
Categories:
befool, lossstars, planet,
Form:
Free verse
When I was born,
My hands were empty.
When I was died,
My hands were empty.
What was a difference?
When I was born.
My family relatives and friends
Congratulates to my family.
My father got proud on my Mum.
And arranged a big party,
And celebrated as a happy day.
I have seen happiness around me.
My Aunty got jealous,
Not only with my Mum,
Also with me, because
She had six daughters.
She knocked all religious doors,
And followed every single instruction,
But failed to have a male baby.
And her family were grown as Pumpkin.
She also kidnapped me,
At spot, she and her supporter Sadhu,
Was arrested, when I was saved,
They were preparing me for a sacrifice.
For the happiness of a Statue God,
And believing to transfer my soul,
As a male in my Aunt’s family.
My life was a challenge to them.
My father said to her,
If you asked me to adopt my son,
As yours, believe me, I admit it,
But I am shame, you did this for me.
Do you believe? God will be happy,
To kill this innocent.
If it is easy to get something,
Society never stops to gain their wish.
My friends also hated me,
I was clever in education
And healthy in sport.
They never appreciated my deeds.
Always introduced new stoppers.
People also minded about my Love,
When I fall in Love with a Lovely Girl,
Her family was poor.
Poverty insulted them and snatched Grace,
And also humiliated me.
My family and relatives,
Ill-treated me, and provoked.
Her acceptance was only for a dowry.
I was honest and worked hard,
My innocence was also a crime.
Everyone get benefit to befool me.
My honest life was a misery
And everyone challenged me,
In a race of earnings,
They teased me when I was alive.
When I were died,
People also came to express sorrowness,
And promised when I was absent,
Their feelings are with my family.
My life was empty,
And died with empty hands.
Religion and traditions are,
Society worshipping them.
But never accepted me a human,
As human, I didn’t understand,
Whatsoever made this system?
It is only for living.
A human born for living, to enjoy
All free sources, as a human, who knows?
Insulted person has a better life.
After his death, in Heaven.
Categories:
befool, adventure, caregiving, devotion, education,
Form:
Name
Politics is a cluster of slogans
Pinching society’s all organs
The issues are just countless
Blaming others being careless
Sometimes of a child education
Sometimes removing corruption
Sometimes women’s protection
Sometimes poverty eradication
The slogans flow in every stream
Showing bright future’s scheme
During elections all catch the ear
But after it they are nowhere near
They only seem to be clever tricks
To befool through thins and thicks
All leaders appear to be prophets
Pouring in voice honey droplets
For God’s sake stop tricking on us
We are fed up of shows pompous
We want no more of slogans at all
We want the nation builder’s call
Categories:
befool, corruption, crazy, inspiration, political,
Form:
Lyric
You don't need to pretend
I knw whu u are
I knw wht u are
So wht if u cm up wid many new faces,
Change ur name
But the fragrance of lov cnt b hide
Ma heart cn feel u,eva frm machine tools
May b u cn befool oths,
But not this stupid ... As m alwayz ur stupid
Categories:
befool, desire, devotion,
Form:
Blitz
One light, one day reflect into the glistening pool
As the trickle of sunbeams bloom from the sky
Mother Earth gives her smile from her watchful eye
And there is a light of hope burning jewel
Doth, her eyes begin to befool
Landscapes full of turmoil and begin to die
Heavens open and lets the floodgates rise
Carelessness damaged her with such great accrual
Night grows near hope ensues
To mend her, time to change our ways
Future remains uncertain for where we call home
Phoenix rising pure and a new
There is time to turn back the clock, yet there is still abhom
Mother Earth we shall begin to renew
Categories:
befool, earth,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
The bold print was indeed gorgeous
Too prominent to befool
A quick surge in the unconscious
Brought me down in the pool
I am now almost drowning
Entangled in the moss and algae
Fine print-distress now unfolding
Though I crave I can’t be free
Had the gale of wind not arisen
I would have remained a captive
It would be hard to break the prison
The pool would have been most disruptive
One should always read the fine print
To avoid such a faux pas as the pool
Not responding to just the subtle hint
That stir the heart and feel cool
_______________________________________
April 16, 2016
For the Poetry Contest - I REALLY SHOULD’A READ THE FINE PRINT
Sponsored by: John lawless
Categories:
befool, hilarious, humor, metaphor, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
I still miss
The fragrance of dream
in your kiss
I wanted to express
what pulsated inside the gate
But I thought
the time was to come yet
The wishes remained unsaid
I still miss
the chocolate bliss
in your bird’s nest
I did contemplate
how to reach the higher branches
Every time I tried
Clouds would gather
from various skies
I hesitated
Sophisticated
using simile and metaphor
The desire remained unsaid
as before
I could see
How sometimes
you would set free
your handsome geese
towards my waters
For reciprocity
Still
From thoughts
that live in wood and hills
Some delicate tendrils
obstructed
that I wanted to say
Keeping it unsaid
Then one day
No smoke no fog no cloud
Sky in loud blue
I was resolved to be with you
and say
Those words
that waited in the wings of butterfly
that generated dreams in my eyes
that kindled orange flames inside
that invited hundred stimuli
But you had left
So those dreams remained unsaid
In the cleft
of dialectics of thought
Or the mind caught
in a whirlpool
to befool
my conscious mind
Tempest in my head
Since then almost every day
I regret
Why I left it unsaid
When the flower was torn
the sentence could not be completed
the evenings were robbed of their breeze
dreams made their decision to keep asleep
I couldn't help thinking of what was left unsaid
I have still been thinking
Of the bunch of tube rose I brought back
not given.
Replies
not listened
Reason
confined to dark prison
With the dissolving years
Many a grief
Many a bitter leaf
Many a thorn
have got erased
But the words unsaid
keeps me wearing out
Night and day
In light or shade
They keep coming back
Inside my head
Those words unsaid
Unshareable
Unbearable
Making me vulnerable
To my biggest regret
For the words unsaid
September 22, 2017
For the Contest
Form U - U Pick The Form
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Categories:
befool, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Oh Mum,
What is special in a human?
Nine months before birth and nine month after birth,
I learned only walk and talk.
You separated or your partner departed you,
That was only a choice.
Who am I?
Your normal time’s consequence,
A progress of enjoyable peace,
You and my dad had a planning of a future,
A dream of your wisdom,
Or planning of unwilling imprisonment.
I never thought peace lover,
Also have such treatment of cruelty,
Only selfishness or greediness will care for my birth,
They are worrying of my curse,
They shall bounce me with a ball of Law,
They shall throw me as a Tennis Ball,
Or they shall play foul to goal a Ball,
And they shall enjoy their victory,
Also well-wisher will hoot on my defeat.
People like Freedom,
People enjoying Equality
People establishing fraternity,
Cleverly or foolishly,
They play a game of pennies,
To befool someone or to enjoy gamble,
A game of their Luck,
But my fresh morning has covered with dark clouds,
And strong wind is pushing thundering,
Where Lightening is trying to burn my innocent smile.
Categories:
befool, devotion, faith, imagination, life,
Form:
Verse
Beast and Angel in the Flame
It will take more than religion to save you
More than the word of God to ignite you
More than thought to give you direction
More than study to give you conviction
And faith in the mountain will not help you
Belief in a path cannot guide you
Your moral decisions will only drown you
Until you wake up
When nothing but your own mirror calls you
And nothing but your own heart inflames you
All the passion in the world
Will remain nothing more than a shadow
When one day realization beckons you
With its delicate finger of remembrance
Makes you kneel at the foot of acceptance
And kiss the feet of who you are
When the doors of your judgment crumble
before the power of your desire
All the boundaries you have set
Will vanish in the needing want of fire
You will stand naked before another person
All your heart, your body, your spirit left; open
When gratitude and release floods every vein
Just to know you are human; again
All the same, all the same; we are all the same
In pleasure and in pain
We are all the same
Beast and Angel in the flame
And when life washes through you
In pain and pleasure for you
When you stand on this brink and it encompasses you
In a single name
Then lift your head in surrender
Raise your eyes in strength
All that you are in one second remember
Without you I am nothing
And I stand before you with belief
I hold you bound with a power higher than common love
Naked
Drawn to each other by a force greater than the both of us
And the vicious and the crack where the light pours in
And the supplicant and in the wine taste of beyond relief
I am saved
By the you beyond love
It will take more than a moral to save you
More than the words of a poet to ignite you
More than institution to give you direction
More than faith to give you religion
And trust in the law will not help you
Belief in justice will not lead you
Such moral decisions will only befool you
Until you wake up
When nothing but your own mirror calls you
And nothing but your own heart inflames you
All the passion in the world
Will remain nothing more than an unknown shadow
All the same, all the same; we are all the same
In pleasure and in pain
We are all the same
Angel and Beast in the flame
Categories:
befool, life, visionaryheart, angel, angel,
Form:
Free verse
'O' summer
Why don't you go?
As we can't tolerate you more
It is more than four
Sun is hot
Moon is cool
Everyday it makes me befool
Spreading heat all around
We can't keep feet on the ground.
I have some doubts
They can't come out
to play in the rays
In the month of may.
Categories:
befool, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
path any, what is pointed to is this
simply enter silence, stop flow of time
that God’s magnetism may fill us with bliss
and vibrant heart heeds the sublime love chime
relinquishing each conditioned belief
softening attention and gentling touch
on its own consciousness turns a new leaf
breath by breath thanking God ever so much
layer by layer, the false falls away,
revealing our true Self as divine light,
rapturous in bliss mists by night and day,
holding firm sconce of love by day and night.
let not narrow ego cravings befool ~
love’s the only rule in this earth life school
Categories:
befool, light, love, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet