Best Ceasar Poems
Can a man – all alone - foist a god upon his fellows
Even if it’s only himself
And they his subjects
G.. is Akbar!
Does the muezzin from the minaret of Qoutoub-Minar
look up or
down to the illiterate savant emperor
whose newly-ordered cosmos
much as Tamerlane and Genghis Khan's blood
mixed gods
invented the Gysin-Burroughs cut-up and fold-in method
a cornucopian chimera
shi'ite-sunnite-kharidjites
hindu/buddhist-jain
confucian-taoist/zoroastrian
orthodox-christian/judaic
saivite-vaisnavite
mahayanist-theravadite
shintoist-zen-chan
agnostic-atheist
A…. is Great!
In the begining there was no VERB for him
In the end
from
"brahmana" Himalayas to the "asurya" Deccan
from
Ghazna and Kabul to the spent chugged mouth of the Ganges
where bloomed the Allah-Upanishad
One common language
One uncommon religion
One classless society
One mutually nourishing art
One scientific quest
and the sweet music of friendly disputation
within then the world’s vastest book and art collection
though knowingly
took to wife an Hindu princess
chose his prime counsellor from among the Brahmin élite
where within hearing distance lithesome nymphs bathed in scented milk
his victoriously wearied warrior limbs back from punitive expeditions
through Panipat Delhi Agra Punjab Gwalior Ajmer
Gujarat Bengal Sind Orissa Baluchistan Ahmadnagar Kashmir
Khandesh
to circumscribe the sub-continent
a Ceasar at the court of Fatehpur-Sikri
Akbar is ___!
Who would parse and complete or conclude the syllogism
For « One » who dared abolish the jiziyah
Note: Jalal ud-Din Muhammad Akbar (1542-1605), the third Mughal Emperor, edicted that muezzins should herald the rising of the sun by the call: Allah-u-Akbar!
The « jiziyah » , a word of Arabic origin, meaning a tax levied on non-Muslims who wished to conserve their own property, and imposed by the Moghul sovereigns – on and off - in India, was abolished by Akbar in his seventh year of accession to the throne.
©: T. Wignesan, March 13, 1992 (from the sequence/collection: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent")
Before the world began Before the apple fell from the tree It was always you with me Heard the cries of my first born Made love till early morn Beneath the stars In a rocket Jupiter to mars With you only you It was always you with me A love so great It spans from New York To the Golden Gate Even before I came to be It was always you with me Traveled far and wide My love at my side To guide the way Listen to what I say If I die tomorrow Please no tears of sorrow I have seen the pyramids Made love on the eiffel towers In a bed of flowers With you only you It was always you with me A million years before man walked the earth Before I could see It was always you with me Put the angel on top of the tree Bounced my newborn on my knee It was always you with me When I close my eyes Only you only you do I see The truth never lies It was always you with me Alexander conquered the world Before Julius Ceasar came to be In all the books for all to see It was always you with me Romeo and Juliet gave their lives to be A history of love For all the world to see It was always you with me A love so great It spans from New York To the Golden Gate Even before I came to be It was always you with me
People think plants are not violent
This is where I will tend to disagree
Have you ever seen a vine strangle a tree?
What about when a fly is devoured by the Venus?
When the weeds clog the yard with such immensity that drains every nearby plant?
Sure you have
Therefore you have witnessed the hard-wired DNA principle
To survive
Regardless of species
The predation and the prey
All within the concept that.....
Celery somehow made it to dominance in a seemingly peaceful fashion
Yet deceptively, as stoic as this ... Celery... seems
It most certainly practices a turgid diplomacy of violence
Showing its importance as
An invaluable part of classic broth
A team player in regards to fiber
And
Let's never forget the partnership with peanut butter
So it began
Celery was allowed into the favored gardens of the chosen vegetables
Walled away from the thorny, thick monstrosities that grew unattended
On the other side of the gate
Shedding their pollen without the slightest of apologies
But none of this was a concern for Celery
As Celery grew strong, robust and prolific
Soon it was apparent Celery had larger dreams than walled-off gardens
It was time for world domination
It was time to run the competitors unto the topsoil
Celery's surrounding mother roots went deep and everywhere within the soil
This unquenchable thirst caused
Many neighboring plants to become so stifled
A massive plant exodus occurred
Creating even more harsh turf conditions
This was compounded with the
Many casualties from plant-like warfare
Yet, one may ask
Did Celery show mercy and a vegetative state upon its face
No (and yes)
The roots took over and drained the essence from every beet, scallion and basil
In proximity
While simultaneously and
Ravenously soaking in every bit of energy needed for
Survival
Even at the cost of Celery's family and friends
So
Given this veracious tale
Do you still believe plants are not violent?
Prince Vegeta
Prince of the Planet is Vegeta
Against Freiza
Super Saiyan 4 to God level
Had to be a God to go against these devils
In my trunks an sneakers
No fusion with these creatures
Cause they weaker
Meager
Against these treason fake demon gods
No picollo but Dr gero
An these androids trod
Aiming death beams to rod
In the time chamber with a ipod
Short like krillin
But lethal adrenaline
Eager for fitness
Of all saiyans I despise kakarot
G.o.d of destruction
When OOZARU ego is hot
God of justice for defending his spot
I'm ten times naruto
The Neo
Villains betray theyself to be the heroes
I'm Vegeto
Finito
Saga sequel
Budakai flow against these pseudos
Jujitsu sumo flow
Ninja stars nunchucks in my dojo
My training thought come from judo
The last dragon Liu kang eyes in flames
Y'all need enough sensu beams to maintain
King Vegeta
Against the ***** Witch Rita
Vegeta fight till he the Lord of the ring in the arena
Super Saiyan God to Godzilla
I pretty sure the god knows you devils is also sinners
I write when the moon full oozaru enters
Vegeta like Ceasar
Yeah no planet Namek
But I'm A Ape
Alter egos like Vegeto cerebral
Its more than one personality you face
You can collect all seven of the Dragon balls
Shenron you can call
To make a wish that I fall
But it won't be granted
I'm with the GOD of all gods over the planets
I'm use to being against those with an advantage
She, Queen of Egypt, he, Ceasar of Rome,
Together, their lands united a sea,
Their fusion less capitol, more a home,
A son born to them, though rule, not to be,
Yet, her debut in Rome breathed an epic,
Whilst there, Brutus and his clan, did tragic,
End murdered, Gaius Julius Caesar,
Self-death, Cleopatra Philopator.
2019 September 24
The ignominy of buying and
selling
Is disgustingly despicable
The church of God
Has lost its taste
Its flavour diminished
The worldly purview
Is warming its way into the
church
Money is the order of the day
The taxonomy has to change
So as not to bring the name of
God
Into disrepute....
The drawing board we must
go
Checkmating ourselves...so
this excesses will not condemn
us
By not giving to ceasar what
belongs to ceasar
In Gods presence
You reverence Him in its
entirety
Not hiding under the backdrop
Of christian resource materials
being sold
Let's change and digress from
this sinful way
Before change changes us
Jeremiah 10 OH oh christmas tree oh christmas tree how have you lied to thee
santa claus is a black man jesus is white with blonde hair and blue eyes
how much longer must we listen to these ridiculous lies???
God is love God is good God is great
but i bet you didnt know that God can hate!!(Malachi 1:2-3)
you say open your heart come to God come to truth
but did you know your God delights in destroying you?(Deuteronomy 28:63)
you celebrate christmas and easter as if it were so
but the devil has kept you out of the loop out of the know
two calendar months were added to the year
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear
july for julius ceasar and august for augustus ceasar complete this revolution
but you believe in the pagan traditions with no proof or absolution
september was the seventh month
october was the eighth
november was the ninth
december was the tenth
do you still believe dec 25 was the day jesus was sent?
the bible says they have eyes but can not see and ears but can not hear (Ezekiel 12:2)
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear
you give gifts once a year and celebrate his birth
he died for all our sins is that all that he is worth?
you love to nail the law of moses to the cross
and in doing so youre sending a message saying the message is lost
jesus didnt come to abolish the law he came to fulfill them (Matthew 5:17)
but it is the devil in you that is determined to conceal them
Ezekiel 12:2
"Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people
Deuteronomy 28:63
Just as it pleased the LORD to make you prosper and increase in number, so it will please him to ruin and destroy you.
Malachi 1:2-3
. “Yet I have loved Jacob 3 but Esau I have hated. I have laid waste his hill country and left his heritage to jackals
Matthew 5:17
Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.
Mere means of being master of all labor, this power
Overthrows all virtue, and write the metered history
Nations spin web in web, and now it is the cocoon hour
Emerge the spider on spindly legs from calyx tragedy
Yelping bankers and their merchants billed for all wars
Consumers credit lost, money minting on us its scars
Ruined trust in men awake us to being pawns of greed
Economy after economy in goldless tatter and its shame
Dies, drizzle, toxic in resuurection the fawned at weed
Industrialist used to circumvent taboos in the blind game
Trapping with historic dream the energy of men stagnant still.
I come not to Zion yet but old Jerusalem in desert sand
Sighing at the prints, O garrulous the nail marked hand
Debt and deal transacted, the calyx shrivels in winkless sun
Orbituuary of Babel's history, Mammon's feathers unwaxed
Nature in sure cycles recovers, wind breaks the spider spun
Emancipated faith confronts the Ceasar, ransomed and taxed
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : IX
IF you pull a long face
Being born with a long face bytheway
Then you have at worst a problem face
None will know if you're sad or gay
Now if you keep pulling this long face
Mostly at the dinner table, say
Most would think it a commonplace
To pull the leg off the mint sauce tray
Yet if you keep pulling the same face
Some mugs who thrive on mere hearsay
Might try to pull your long aching face
To pave the way for a new long Broadway
And if you keep pulling that long face
Long as Sphinxes' smirks look from far away
Remember how Ol' Ceasar fell for Cleo's grace
And Antony dragged half-sister to Rome as prey
So if you must pull a long face
Seeing who pulls spiteful faces in disarray
At those faces being belittled for their race
Put on balance long face and Sphinx to weigh
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 2nd , 2019
The sound of
the wind is
the
wind that
makes the
sound
what is a
sound?
What is a wind?
What is the sound?
What is the
wind?
What is the
sound of the
wind?
Censored the
sound is
shimmering
to fissure the
fetter
a locust of
beigns rigged
out
If war means
death why
do people go
to battle?
war and
battle are
they the
same?
Which one is
bad?
which one
incites a bard?
a necessary
end death is
to Ceasar but
why come
when the end
is
unnecessary?
If hunger that
has hope kills
what does
hopeless
hunger do?
What defines
a foreign cow
and a
local
cow...the
milk or the
colour
Is the
evidence of
absense
same as
absence of
evidence?
If poverty is
indeed a
curse
what is the
cause?
why is killing
someone
called
murder but
killing at
the right time
called politics?
What is
murder?
Is it the same
as mother?
Which one
annihilates
and
which one
creates?
What is
politics?
Is it a game
is it a war
is it a battle
is it evil or
is it all?
What is evil?
Nothing!
The heart
only makes it
so
if the heart
could think
evil
is the heart
not evil?
Since one
acquires
one's mother
tongue
what forbids
one from
acquiring the
murder
tongue too?
If the patient
dog eats the
fattest bone
and a
person
who
arrives at the
well
first
draws the
cleanest water
what then is
the
equilibrium?
Saying what
you mean and
meaning
what you say
are they the same?
Does the
constant
nodding of
the
lizard mean
all is well?
Now the
sound I know
the wind now
I know
but the sound
of the I know
not
Tell me the
sound of the
wind
Revised in two parts
Mysteries of Human Hairs I of II
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble,
When nicely looked after and softly taken care of.
Hairs O’ hairs O’ lovely ravishin hairs,
Your beauty and elegance, has often inspired,
Your softness and shines have captivated many and
To put their hearts on fire,
Your aroma can evoke to extremes,
Passion and lust like streams.
The lustrous beauty of these hairs,
Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions,
To win only a Helen of Troy and
Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey,
Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors.
Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs,
Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors
Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages,
Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ Lovely ravishing hairs,
Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters,
Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world,
While many have altered their existence, completely,
To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls,
Even the dullness of your hairs too,
Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
When you hang, you look like dark clouds,
Playing on the forehead of a woman,
By watching such clouds many get lost,
In the colors of your showering rains.
Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations,
Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and
Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever,
While many have found the goal of their life,
In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors,
What a strange it is, that still many
Would like and love to get sacrificed,
In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17.10.2010
Revised on 28.03 2012
I said look
Lord is my salvation
I can feel my heart
Pulsating
Aching my head
Procrastinating changes
I hope I change this
If u can handle me at my worst
You deserve me at my best
Life is a test
Study a human
Study every movement
Unchain your mind
No pain is soothing
I'm looking eyes blurry
My mind feels stupid
I lose it
Starry eyes and stooges
Talking lies on the pulpit
I can prove it
I'm lonely I'm the moon man
Eskimo life in this cold world
My body shivers like seizures
All I ever wanted is the realm
Like julius ceasar
My body numb
Razor blades cut through my wrist
I bleed out
All the pain and unrest
Emotions that trouble my chest
If there was a beginning
This the first
If God is omega
This is the end
High Powered Fences,
Beyond Your Vote
Armchair Politian's sitting beside Ceasar(a),
believing or at least making believe...
that they are for the people,
and not against.
"They" have been there too long.
Rot is strong, coming from the corpses.
They point thin-sharp fingers,
and makeup rules,
using the tools, of the trade.
Lies like snakes,
that live on both land and water,
in every form of underling,
pressed into service...
for the queen, of nothing.
Lowlife voters pleading for honesty,
from dark web media that has sold out.
The land-turtles living in office,
fighting over the scraps of the victory garden,
a warning of war already in the distance.
Like bugs eating their own fallen,
while striving to start a new colony,
they chant over the electric lines...
martyr-ism.
Of a hero, no, of a monster.
How is lifting evil up okay?
If not backed by the lies of a religion,
as dark as those that hide their face,
like cowards do,
and bow.
You have read it at the end of every book.
It is the same sunrise and sunset.
It is just another day,
no matter what the media say.
They scream and yell and cry,
like Hinny Penny and the Sky.
The facts quit... not quite the case.
The prayers of a country,
saints gathered knowing all are coming.
Standing up for the weak,
taking back and remembering.
Waking up the old to dance again...
on the government franchise,
we should own from the illegal gotten gain,
the children of the political elite,
and supreme, cheerleaders of the third world.
The larks in the media,
busy telling us...
all they want us to know.
The reality is "they" do their best business,
lying to us all.
There will be an accounting.
There will be, a fall.
The time is coming.
That is the call.
I was born a pauper
In the early Roman days
When Ceasar was the ruler
Of the soldiers and the slaves
We lived within the outskirts
Of the city life domain
Feeding from the lamb
And the produce of our grain
I grew to be an athlete
True of heart and strength of steel
I joined my nations army
To defend our rulers will
They sent me off to Bethlehem
To take the sensus toll
I counted every head that came
And wrote it in the scroll
A shepherd and his wife came by
Joseph was his name
He said his wife was Mary
And they need a place to stay
I took their names and wrote them down
Then pointed to the town
I said, "I make no gaurantee
I only serve the crown"
So there they went upon their way
On that December night
I finished up below the glow
Of something shining bright
A brilliant star up in the sky
Above the nearest town
I had a room there at the inn
Where I would soon bed down
That night as I was there asleep
My eyes were torn awake
I felt as though I'd met a king
That we would soon forsake
I grabbed my robe and took my sword
And made my way outside
Something told me He was here
A will I must abide
I saw a stable all aglow
Where wise men stood around
As well as shepherds and their flock
And others from the town
I pushed my way past local priests
And other sordid lives
I had to see what caused the glee
Of everyone inside
But there was just a manger
With an infant in its bed
Swaddled in a tiny cloth
As mamma held his head
I looked upon the moment
And I heard the angels sing
Glory hallelujah
Praise the birth of our new King
Rockman
I looked back to when time had its first bloodstain,
Before the ringing of the first bell;
When grace was pouring like rain;
When envy first unleashed its spell;
And Cain murdered his brother Abel.
It was a time remembered so well,
The wickedness of man unleashed the first hell;
Even the healing effects of time could not just quell,
For it was ingrained like a spell,
Like an endless flow of water from a well.
Then came the time of the great Ceasar
When his friend Brutus co-plotted his demise;
The plague that tarnished
The bond of friendship was unleashed,
Like a lurking predatory beast.
No wonder why in the time of Jesus,
He was also betrayed by his disciple Judas,
For a price of Pesetas,
For the blurring effect of silver spell,
Is as deafening as the ringing of the bell.
So be therefore forewarned,
Even in these days, Judas is around,
He did not change except in name and appearance,
For the luster of a penny he could slay without penance,
Like a lurking crazy blood hound.