Best Dedicationworld Poems
For more details, please see my Blog dated 7th April 11
'In India, a new Revolution is in the offing'
A New Hope shown by Anna Hazare in India
A new torch is there in your hands, dear Anna Hazare*,
A torch by which you are waking up the souls
Of millions and millions of our sleeping citizens.
To wake up and to remove the curses created by many of our
Corrupt bureaucrats and down to earth polluted politicians,
Such people inspire only directly or indirectly in my country
Violence, crime, corruption, and greedy coalitions.
No words are sufficient to thank you, O soldier of Gandhi,
As by non-violence, only Gandhi wanted to change the society.
God has given you an opportunity to do something,
O bold soldier
Several hundred thousands are standing with you and
Millions would join your campaign for removing the curse of corruption,
Effecting our country and many countries of the world,
All these are the result of ever-increasing greed and misdeeds of many such bureaucrats and politicians,
Such people are ruining many countries of the world by their
Ever increasing lustful temptations for money and greed for power and pelf.
In an era when the world is facing its new Renaissance of knowledge and awakening,
We salute your guts and efforts to bring a wind of change in my country.
Just keep walking with the torch of courage and hopes you have lighted,
As millions and millions more are waiting to join your efforts or
Waiting to start a campaign like this in every country,
As all the nations of the world are facing the tortures created by unworthy bureaucrats
and politicians.
Keep the torch high to light up the nation with a new light,
Our dear soldier Anna Hazare.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th April 2011
Anna Hazare* . Anna Hazare is a 73 years old man and one of India's
well-acclaimed social activists. A former soldier in the Indian army,
Anna is well known and respected for upgrading the ecology and
economy of the village of Ralegan Siddhi which is located in the
drought prone Ahmednagar district of Maharashtra state
By John Moses Freeman, Sorry Nette, I don't have means
of centering the poem on my post page.."Disparity"
~Cloud
my dreams
on serpent
chain links create
feelings of a time
when my backbone was mine
I dream of another time
when the world was really mine
the lack of food has weaken my mind
dream gift concludes, serpent chain links protrude
~
~Reality, a dream’s fatality
wickedly the fate syndrome sets in
world of the rich concepts’ excuse
unemployed, beaten, flat broke
signs and times have spoken
my children await
starvation’s fate
no escape
fate’s soul
mate!!
For and in Honor of Nette Oncloud
And her first Contest:
“Touch me, count up and down”
Heroes and Heroines (In Honor of Park Center Outreach)
Today, I stepped off the pedestal of important footsteps that leave no impact, to a world
of kindness and brutality, and I felt alive.
Today, I stepped off the pedestal of eloquent words with little meaning, to a world of
tears and violence, and I felt alive.
Today, I met a man who beats his wife and comforts her in kindness, who fears the sting of
rejection and embraces the compassion of small things,
Today, I met a hero gone mad, gone sad, full of shame and rejection, who beats his wife
and comforts her in kindness searching for a reprieve from voices of derision and his own
violence to the peaceful sound of rushing water,
And I saw heroines who understood his complexity.
I tell you, I know heroines, who doubt their own beauty, who doubt their own narrative
because the days are too long for reflection, and the broken hearted need them now!
I tell you, heroes saving heroines, heroines saving heroines, and heroines saving heroes,
I saw it all. I saw a man who saved my soul, for through his battered brains, he found
the strength to tame the rager, and now he speaks with soft spoken eloquence,
Today, I stepped out of the horror of a world without meaning, of a world without
tribulation, of a world without joy, into the teeming torrent of bittersweet euphony, and
I FELT ALIVE!!!
Beloved, the Inevitable
Sky without the moon
Ring without the stone
Song without the melody
Garden without the rose
Shell without the pearl
Shelf without the books
Bottle without the perfume
Israel without Moses
Deserts without the sands
Monsoon with the rain
Body without the Heart
Leila without Majnun
Ah! I could imagine any such naught-
But world without Muhammad not!
This world is as good as naught
Had not his Light been naught
He is ultimate brick in the Tower of Life
He is the Gem in the Ocean of Existence
His is the light of my culture and nurture
His is the pen wherefrom comes my every letter
Love and its description is he
Life and its meaning is he
Flower and scent is he
Moon and its light is he
Science and its proof is he
Faith and its creed is he
Prayer and its answer is he
Power and its justice is he
Heart and its love is he
Eye and its vision is he
I and my good is he
I may be naught, not he!
In hell and heaven I’d disbelieved
Were it not told by His Beloved
Mistake not these lines as mine
The Tablet had it long ago written
I am only being just to myself
As I sing his song to others
(dedicated to the Holy Prophet Muhammad)
From a faithful heart a world torn apart, from a battered
mind two taken from time.
A heavy heart you touched my soul though to me you
were not know but, in this senseless violence there is comfort
because to Heaven you have flown.
When I think of this wildness I can’t help but be filled with so much
anger, I lay my face in my hands and cry for your terror.
A million antecedents, your heart must have been huge; or did he
ingrain in your mind something that wasn’t true?
For love or something, you endured and paid the ultimate sacrifice,
so let’s never forget Teresita and Rachel, ironically they showed us
how to save a life.
From a faithful heart a world torn apart, from a battered
mind two taken from time.
(Victims of family violence taken from the world)
Form:
Mr.Mrs. (reader)....If I could just have a few minutes of your time. And can I get you to
close your eye's....now remember to remeinence, of the radiance of the power within
your thoughts. "What will a perfect world be like", Really. If in the morning my job would
always be there, no pollution in the air, bickering (never heard of it) no homiless, every-
day will-be the authencity for sucess.
"The Republican's will get along with the Demorcrats". "Wouldn't that be a mess". A new
era has invade our land, our roads and on the T.V.'s and all the hatred of principalitie's
and complication of idiotcrce's of a long-long season of thinking it may never happen, we
overcame, and we survive, now a man who is black, sit's in the Whitehouse. "Thanks all
red-blooded Americans, for being so bold. Can you see the road".
In a perfect world you see that may never-happen. This new era that has invaded, the
insight to accomplish comes boldily when eye's of prosperity clearily rectify the concept
of some people getting too happy about, just living the life, for all have felt the impact
of greed and doing other's so cold. "Can You se the Road". This-this road, in this poem,
its a pathway within a path(?) for childrens hiding from neglect to reject and for familie's
struggling for paycheck to paycheck. Still it doesn't conquer your soul. "Can you see the
road". O'How we've all been blindsided by unforseen misfortune that not only bring about
the direllic for pain in the troublesome land. Remember Mr. & Mrs. redblooded, in all your
getting's. "Get Understanding".
(My humbled tribute clowns all over, deceased or alive)
Cheerful faces made up and painted white
Glowing with stark colors extra bright
Wonderful array of emotions on faces displayed
Making people happy is the way in their hearts and their heads
Some might think that it is only a simple job
But really it is more than that it's a choice when they laugh or they sob
A decision that they've come to terms with when they gleed
Even when deep inside they may be also so broken-hearted
But they continue making people laugh just the same
And entertaining children of all the ages just alike
They bring into the world so much joy and happiness acclaimed
As they spread to the mermerized crowds all their charms unnamed
Funny faces made up of white paint as they ride
Melting sad hearts and sowing everywhere hopes
Even when they may be hurting deep inside
They always bring to the world so much joy as they play!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004-2009
August 19,2009
Tyler Jones
Rain the Story Contest Poem
I see Rain from time to time.
With pain in her eyes she can't leave behind.
She knows this world is a preamble to the next.
She's someone divine in a world full of rejects.
Her visions of tomorrow fulfill her very soul.
Knowing the next world won't be so cold.
When parting from Rain I'm always filled with sorrow
Knowing her new world could come tomorrow.
I float within a billowing cloud
Enveloped in puffs of white
Drifting along in a world upside down
I playfully bounce out of sight!
I live with my friends who softly trill;
They hop and bob, making me smile
My life has begun with such a thrill,
I'm contented and loved all the while!
A shadow has ceased my reverie
And tears I cannot help but cry;
That woman again is looking at me
With a world of love in her eyes!
Years flew by like clouds in the sky
And my life grows weary and cold-
But I'll always see the love in the eyes,
Of my Mother whom I long to behold!
Form:
“The Request”
Villanelle form that the world might have sight,
Gracious, Doctor Ram and contest needs.
From our sacred hearts let us bring forth light.
For wise men know inward talent is right,
Not the mere words of many carnal greeds.
Villanelle form that the world might have sight.
Dark thoughts like black clouds, no revealing sight,
They bring evil deeds, parasitic seeds.
From our sacred hearts let us bring forth light.
Let wicked imaginations take flight,
As of brotherly love, not evil deeds.
Villanelle form that the world might have sight.
As darkness in the naught of death is night,
Blind leaders of the blind, of the mind feeds.
From our sacred hearts let us bring forth light.
Gracious Father, grace all men’s sacred hearts,
At Doctor Ram's request sacred heart bleeds,
Villanelle form that the world might have sight.
From our sacred hearts let us bring forth light.
For: Villanelle Me
Sponsored by: DR, Ram
Placed#7
Little angel smiles
Holds the world in tiny hands
Sings new golden songs
Sent especially by Him
To make world a better place
By-Tahera Mannan
For Linda Marie’s ‘Baby Babbles’ contest
Forecasts
'...the burnt-out end of smoky days'
T.S. Eliot
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The evening rumbles in
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit,
rum is offered,
daily bread, and thankful for it.
Curtains closed against the weather,
children say their prayers together,
snug and safe now, sister, brother.
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The morning sun prods sleepyheads
to service and to play,
the colliery beckons
and the women make the beds.
The cobbled backstreets glisten
from the rain the night before.
The siren calls
and all the miners listen,
they heed the strident roar
and pull on their coveralls.
lll
You take fresh linens from the chest,
it's time to straighten up the nest,
then gargle, and repair your face
to meet the challenges and woes,
you hold your children to your breast
and wonder how by heaven's grace
you'll pay the rent, afford the food,
as praying to the Lord you stand and shiver,
arms and legs are shaking, all a'quiver,
a dreadful vision haunts your eyes,
the poor house, shameful to conceive,
you lie upon the bed and weep,
how will you cope, how will you sleep?
no items left to compromise,
a constant struggle to believe.
lV
He wrestles with his conscience, tried
and troubled, thoughts of fraud and theft
beset him constantly, he's torn,
his sickened heart is worn, bereft.
He looks into the eyes of strangers,
each consumed with his own fears,
distraught, and never satisfied,
into a world of want, stillborn,
condemned to worry all these years.
I suffer with these souls who wander
through a life of toil and grief,
tread-milled with no hope of solace,
no expectation of relief.
Take trembling hands from blinded eyes,
for the world revolves around you,
mankind labours, grasps and cries.
World, here's a warm fuzzy!
It's supposed to make you smile
Thank you God for each wonderful and unique
character that exists in it
Let's have a grand feast
on world peace
Everyday the world will light a candle
we'll send out good vibes, thoughts, and energy
Wishes, blessings, prayers, and good intentions
They'll be sent up to God
We'll make love go round
like a merry go round
We may jump off
but we'll always jump back on
Jump on to world peace
warm fuzzies of heart
Like white doves
Peace comes from within
Love and light to all
Peace is a glorious blazing journey burning bright
Pass it on, give it away
carry the warm fuzzy candle of Peace!
By Susan J. Mills
Form:
Awakened to the sound of screaming
As the earth begins to shake
Where are all your loved ones
In the midst of this massive quake
Fears on a mass proportion
Begin to fill your heart
As the buildings begin to crumble
It tears your world apart
It lasts, what seems like, forever
There's nothing you can do but pray
Nothing will ever be the same
For your world has changed today
All communications fail you
No one knows where you are
You hear the people talking
But yet they seem so far
Minutes go by like hours
And the hours go by like days
There's nothing but pain and heartache
That's lost in a hopeless daze
Lost, but not forgotten
As you hear your family cry
Their tears are their last farewell
As you give up the ghost and die
This poem is dedicated to the families affected in the recent earthquakes.
This is for the one and only.
The one who sent his son to die for me.
I wanna thank you for the fam,friends,nephew,and niece.
Thank you for the skillz in poetry.
im going to be the best I can be.
Give you all the glory.
Im going to spread your word and tell them about your story.
I know I broke your rules but im sorry.
Now I understand the bumps,dips,and the wrecks in my journey.
Cause I follow you the world is trying to burn me.
There is only one father,boss,king,God,and one Lordy.
From my cuts,sins,and lies cure me.
I know you will open the world eyes so they can see.
God is a hospital and we are his patients.
If you didn't know this is a dedication-Mario Perez
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