Best Deliberated Poems
Today, the local daily papers highlighted a man of honour...
Deserving of his honorific title Datuk bestowed on men of honour...
Given his loud and strident calls for those holding the reins of power....
To better buck up in all matters of governance, to honour pledges while in power..
From relative obscurity, this quiet man has been religiously executing his duties...
As a number 2 man in the high office called the Special Branch, overseeing matters of security...
Given that his beloved nation now staggers under a yoke of suspicion and bad governance....
He is steadfast in his intergrity pledge of topmost quality service to the king and nation...
Loud is his urgings for civil servants to uphold pledges of intergrity and loyalty...
It is obvious his strong conviction is born out of a man of the highest principles...
Befitting the post of the Special Branch deputy director....
Today's interview in The Star provides an insight into his character...
Clearly it shows he is not easily cowed under political pressure..
And most admirably, not seduced by subtle promises from political masters...
Headlined as From Special Branch top cop to enemy of the state...
His candour in this news piece is credit to his character...
He knows where his loyalty lies and he is highly principled...
Admitting that he deliberated well and hard before he launched....
Some very personal and opinionated statements that jeopordised his career.....
When in fact he has merely 1000days more to see the tail end of his career...
What a ignominous exit for the country's top cop because of his stand on integrity...
How many other officers in the goverment dares stand up to uphold such integrity....
This dedicated man daringly calls each spade by its name and no other names will do...
Even as in this complex society we live in, a wrong can be whitewashed with blinded loyalty...
If only there are more politicians and statesman of this datuk's quality...
Our country will not be suffering from escalating racial prejudice...
Or economic ills that is plaguing our posperity and currency...
Are there more men of integrity and high principles..
Are there more such men to help steer this troubled country...?
Tiranga (Tricolour)
First unfurled, was the Indian tricolor;
on Everest, the world's highest peak.
All the three colours are deliberated
to give some message and speak.
Dark saffron, white and Indian green,
the three colours of Indian national flag;
all in horizontal rectangular bars,
top to bottom, respectively placed.
Green band at bottom tells Indians,
grow with greenery and agriculture;
White band in middle of it, gives us
message of peace, truth and culture.
Saffron says, be brave and courageous,
don't hesitate to sacrifice if nation needs;
Wheel of twenty four spokes at centre tells,
on the path of progress always proceed.
Made of hand spun Indian cloth, Khadi,
at one hand symbolises pride of nation;
Design and colour on the other, say symbolically
what ought to do the great Indians.
On every Independence and republic days
Tiranga is unfurled widely in the country.
That reminds the people; be nice, graceful,
peaceful, prosper and keep in mind your duty.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
My friends Rosie, Hammond and me
Had insomnia and were in the kitchen one Sunday
Discussing The Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention
We wined and dined and had a good old time,
Hammond in his Spandex boxer shorts and
me feeding Tid- Bits of Listerine soaked tissue
to my crazy, vacuum salesman biting Bichon Friese,
"Are we going to go to that gig?" we all asked eath other
After all, the convention was held on a UFO.
"Ahh, heck, maybe we should go," we deliberated
"Otherwise we may be in Dire Straits and infiltrated!"
So hence we went- to the Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention
Speaker talked about lunar craters and wormholes.
Me, I was drifting off to sleep, as Rosie
held her hands to her ears as if in pain-
Hammond asked,"What is there to gain? Let's go
and blow this idiot convention."
There was nothing to gain except a fun way to go
Riding around in a UFO.
A. Green
An Unforgettable Crime, Between Sunrise and Sunset
Mankind shall never forget their choice and misdeed. Yes! He was highly displeased. An incident like none ever before. A betrayal of love and trust, that caused an eternity of fuss.
It happen in a small garden, a village called Eden, in the state of paradise. Population not many, but the animals were plenty.
A golden law was broken. The guilty parties attempted to flee, and ran through the trees. Not knowing, there was no escape from this place.
The guilty, were called and did not respond. It was as if an evil light came on. One whispered to the other “let’s lay low and maybe He’ll go”.
An alert was issued nationwide. A subpoena was served; the two knew they were jailbirds.
When asked, why were you hiding? The leader spoke and said, “I was influenced by the other party you introduced to me”. “I was misled. You should have known, it wasn’t a good match. I don’t want to leave this home”.
The voice said to them, “a forbidden law was broken”. A one man jury and judge were appointed. The jury deliberated on the spot and justice was hot.
They were told, “Go on your way”.
The world will never forget this day. What was perfect became imperfect. Now you know. “A simple bite of life can forever change you and your wife”.
The sentencing was fair. Both were told to leave. As they departed, I heard one say “Come On Eve”.
Dr. “G”
A certain kind of forever passed by today –
It was coiled up and corked in a bottle,
And as I watched it ride the ripples
Of the clouds in dank sky,
I sat in wonder –
I thought about the gripping restlessness –
That forever would eradicate,
The funnel of emptiness
Engorging my heart,
That forever would calm –
I contemplated, deliberated and toyed –
With the notion of that forever,
Out of grasp, out of reach
Enlarging my need,
Oh that timeless forever –
I watched as that forever passed by –
Caressed by the glass of antiquity,
And as it rode out of sight
Into sky’s vastness,
My wonder throbbed –
She seared the defendant on the witness stand with a derogatory look.
"What do you mean, you’re not guilty ? Let’s see what it says in the book!
..Murder: the unlawful killing of another human being with malice aforethought“.
She pronounced the words slowly for effect.
She slammed the book shut, turned towards the jury
staring as if in pain standing erect…
“No more questions, your Honor”.
This prosecuting attorney wanted the jury to convict
the defendant of murder.
She proved beyond a reasonable doubt it was premeditated,
and to expound further,
She proved there was plenty of motive to say the least.
That became plain as the evidence was released.
The murdered victim, if he had lived, would have caused the defendant
A loss of financial gain,
Not to mention major inconvenience
and possible emotional pain.
The defendant, it was proven, had hired an assassin,
Making the defendant, she argued, no less guilty,
Around his neck the crime’s noose must be fastened.’
The jury was out and deliberated for just a little while.
When they returned with a guilty verdict,
the attorney’s face creased into a victorious smile.
The court was adjourned and the prisoner bound.
The team toasted the attorney at O’Malley’s
and celebrated with drinks all around.
Satisfied that justice was once again served
and proud that she had done her portion,
She meditatively… drove slowly home,
and scheduled herself ….
an abortion.
Author's note ; Dedicated to our youngest and most
promising friends and lovers.
I speak for all our defenseless and mute babies
"aborted" one million strong in the USA alone yearly
when I say, there is no greater mystery to me than that
which exists in the dichotomy and verbal engineering
present in the words "abortion" and "murder".
God bless us all with prudence, wisdom and love for
all His children. His Mercy is great and will lovingly forgive
and envelope all of us who ask for it who may have made
this mistake in the past. Thank you for reading this my friends.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot your fame.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot your name.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot about the inauspicious and piteous moths that were attracted to your irresistible flame.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot to abrogate your lovers game.
In a small stretch of tempo, in the delay of my deliberated falseness, in my delay of barefacedness, infused by fierce streams of atrocious schemes, and baleful dreams.
In a small stretch of tempo, I was captured by you.
In a small stretch of tempo, the old had no power to cut into the new, from a small sum of time you sieged my body, permeating it, filling up spaces, touching barren places, erupting bridled desires, causing seismic waves of pleasure with; intense and faultless measure. In your arms and while my head rested against the swell of your chest, I inhale voraciously the sweet smell of your beautiful sculpted body.
At rest in an intoxicated mindset, I felt abundantly content; a perfect segment from my antecedent shameless intent.
In a small stretch of tempo, like the break of day and a timely resurgence of a nimble mind I realized that through the dull substance of flesh and encephalon, I did not adequately measure the art of your scope. With newfound hope, and like the hands of a clock swiftly pasting the minutes across its face, I put my plans back into place
Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake, copyrighted 2017
Jasper Johns saw the number eight,
And he was illuminated,
Then he started to speculate:
A lonely number should be mated,
I need something with more weight,
And the obvious he deliberated:
Paint with numbers my good man,
I’ll draw them from the colours in my can!
A tribute to 2015 GU13 British Junior Squash Open 3-9th January
The 2015 edition of the prestigious British Junior Squash Open was unusual...
The timing of the championship was in early January, that was the usual....
The quality of play in each of the age-group events was very much in evidence..
It was after all, a premier junior squash championship, awarded Platinum status..
I guessed many a squash enthusiast would have seen, heard or at least read..
About a Malaysian player named Jessica, there she played and how she fared...
She performed very well, winnning in every one of her squash games...
Especially in the semifinals when a highly seeded Egyptian player she did tame...
With a straight 3-0 win, avenging a heartbreaking loss the previous year..
Sweet revenge it was, a very good win to cheer and to hold dear...
In the final the next day, another Egyptian player she has to face...
The opponent was the top seed in this event, she played at a frantic pace..
Jessica did exceptionally well, taking the 1st set easily and setting the pace..
The 2nd set was a thrilling nail-biter, going dueced but Jessica lost her pace....
Jessica next lost the 3rd set too, and then came high drama in the 4th set..
Leading 10-7, the inrushing Egyptian player should have called for a let...
She was but one point away for a win, for squash glory and the ensuing fame..
But in her haste to win, she barged into Jessica so hard that the latter fell...
Jessica was prone on the floor, grimaced in pain and her playing hand was lame..
The tournament referee and officials, they deliberated awhile, then proclaimed...
Jessica is the deserving winner! Loud were the protests after this claim...
That, people, is how the Malaysian won her 1st British Junior Open and found fame....
Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness
Analogous to mobius strip -
measured passage of existence
only took precedence
with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
the figurative pedestal
presiding over domain,
sans Earthly covenant
a bajillion ago,
where fits and starts
pitted proto humans
at no immediate advantage,
yet merely, thru
dint of accidental
happenstance ever so
imperceptibly amassed dominion
over every other species
as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
anthropological
evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
and/or pullulations arisen by
spontaneous circumstantial grant
ting quasi consciously
coalescing into brutish
deliberated focused intent,
where forethought
coopted indiscriminate
chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
baby buggy bumpers
activated, aggrandized, and
allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
i.e. hierarchical designation
present day primate
predecessors practiced negligible
notched nimbleness orchestrated
(equal parts gall and genetic
giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
manifesting, outflanking,
and proffering
quintessential urgent
biological scrim quietly testing,
and wrestling, whence yen
(to secure rootedness)
zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
to adapt adroit edge
pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
falling into abyss
of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
such as a primitive sledge
hammer instinctively
resigning animal instinct
death be not proud not
before inculcating
survivalist tactical wedge.
Even if I feel there's nothing more to give,
death may come but I choose to live.
I'll read her goodbye letter to open my eyes,
and keep my nightmares of when she cries.
I'll keep climbing up and away from the cliff,
even if I feel there's nothing more to give.
I kept a small promise from her cowardly lies,
my life is contingent on her disturbing goodbyes.
When she slowly killed her counterfeit disguise,
I deliberated all her premeditated whats and whys.
Even if I feel there's nothing more to give,
it's not fair her final weeks I must relive.
For so long I blamed myself for her demise,
I'm disgruntled and lived with constant scrutinize.
I must live to be free from being so vindictive,
even if I feel there's nothing more to give.
Rhyme Scheme: AABB-AABB-BBAA-BBAA
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 28, 2016~
Often in my life,
I deal with hated strife!
Through many ways,
yet no one pays.
It seems so needless,
The burdens I carry.
For in this life,
I have nothing to prosper from.
It seems so endless,
The worry I bear.
For from nothing came nothing,
but yet I still care.
Tell me this,
Yes, I am sick.
I cling to this & that,
There is a season & a reason,
for my deliberated indecision!
Often I turn to the sky,
to look for help from the Almighty Eye,
I do not know where to go,
for I have been both here & there,
You tell me this,
Am I right or wrong?
Psyche a thing, mainly planned of divine craze,
Not the product perpetuate by singular technical base;
Or an effective assumption made in artistic race,
Universally accepted creed prove its multi logic trace.
As psyche ever enjoys, boon of immortality
Preserve truth magnetism surely not loose symphonic authority:
No bar can move psyche frequent all round voluntarily,
Truth may try in lap posses extreme poverty,
Psyche is somewhat deliberated having a vengeful nature,
Holding power to bruise her foe with vulgar;
Same bold pace of truth aghast a feigner,
Alteration in many live reveal perhaps specific character.
Hence, I say truth is another form of psyche,
Neither it can obliterate nor meet rejoice.
~ (~) "Yes to tell the truth whatever I deemed alone so-far-myself in my-lifetime to be-of-
eminent-promise, quiet virtue — is but only a tale I fetched up to be my merry placate... yes
gathered up from the ominous hollo of the wandering winds, told in the futility of my mind
infinitely far-and-a-ways beyond the timelessness of their prudence, love... enchantment
continuing grace; that which I would delight myself in the-hands-of today — and for-the-
remainder of them... if were they to come to pass... ." (~) ~
~ (~) "For-them I would-not-barter a thing... but-offer-all-of-me again... and whatever
pleasures brought-bought-and-sought after-from-then-on yes I pray it would assume a true
peace, for everyone — instead-of-the-clutter wrought-mostly-of-my-own-confusion, and the
certain-hell-it-has brought-me, and another, as a result — but still... given this fact I feel
scars still-grow-old eventually growing over, given-the blessing of-time... life — the struggles
toward an honest enlightenment through faith in Christ all leading to victory I believe today
no-matter — the periodic lack-thereof... ." (~ ) ~
~ (~) "So I consider the experience of this hope as-the-promise-awaiting all-who would-will-
moreover-to fight-to-breathe, God's mercy the breath of life being their release, forgiveness,
their-humble-reprieve... ." (~) ~
~ (~) "Because captivating I think-yes, the-passion-of-a-promise left unfinished — alive... like
the-fury-and-fortitude-of-a-raging-wind, and so it is felt and upheld forever-kept-open —
such-it-is-I-feel-to-own-a-love, unending." (~) ~
~ (~) Be-it-to-death-or-the-journey-beyond, though prompt as time-presses-on so this hope
will always remain. (~) ~
~ (~) "Abounding-of-all good things-peace-forever-carrying its sweet refrain...
and with eternities light shown down... you know I shudder-to think-not...
because where-have I gone-that the-ground has-not risen-up to-greet-me... and-peace-
wasn't-found-eventually...
and at this moment where is it exactly I don't feel safe... through these things I know truth is
always resurrected...
and yes through these propositions I'm sure... so very much more can be deliberated!" (~) ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koJlIGDImiU
Who Would Want Trump
What Trump said puts us into a stupor
Is party pooper and things are a blooper
With Hillary items are always tangible
His hair is orange and unmanageable.
Trump does end up putting us imperil
Would be best if his mouth was sterile
In my Hillary and Trump comparison
She is friendly and us he is harassing.
From difficulties Hillary will be venerated
Idiots like Trump have him incinerated
And her actions are always amenable
Can be changed to becoming commendable.
On many fine points Hillary has deliberated
Trump's mind needs to be rehabilitated
By a bunch of fools is now surrounded
Problems are now profusely compounded.
When Hillary speaks she seems so eloquent
Trump takes us for granted being complacent
And foot into mouth does continually plant
Why would we want him to ne our President?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Dig this. Just got my hair cut Saturday. Her
name was Hillary. Asked her if she ever had
been to DC before and what did she remember.
She saw some guy sitting in a big chair and
enjoyed feeding the squirrels. Prime example
of people living here in Brunswick County, NC.
This is really true.
Yesterday, I was on the Democrat Committee
to make sure people had registered to vote.
Cashier said she could care less who wins
and has never registered. Wow!!!
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