Best Differentiated Poems
T'was a beauteous morning I stood there adoring,
the florists flowers finest.
From outside I peered as a little I feared-
may come down with a pollen puffed sinus.
That's when I sighted hence truely delighted;
a blossoming rose differentiated.
Dashed in and out to purchase the sprout,
which completely captivated.
Studied it's life every day, every night,
peeling-petals naturally.
With no sense of age though still did engage,
loving and living life's tapestry.
Though something I noticed-the colours were deepest,
the prettiest of all at the later...
Some said 'dying', though I knew from the spying,
The rose near the end, gave the greater.
I decide not to worry about the parallelness
Of the tangents to the circles of our life story
The equation of the curve of my initial decision
Of you being my number tan45 was differentiated
As the union of your sets and conditions of your answers
Of your reply did not intersect with the tangent of the circle of my love
I integrated my mind and heart
So as to eliminate your love
But eliminating substituted the simultaneous equation involving you and I
Using completing two squares in solving the quadratic equation
Involving you was impossible
The almighty formula came into sight
When you factorized the algebra of you mind and heart
Making the line of your evergreen heart
Intersect perpendicularly at the center
Of the diameter of my life journey
You have rotated my life 180degrees clockwise
my soul is the shape of a bloodstain
poured there by Nadine Maraschino
my right eye sits
in the ruby voodoo goblet
that she wears upon her head
Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy
from the cauldron of shame
but she used her brain cleverly
with candor and anti-obfuscatory ardor
it was the mystic East
humping the mystic West
so said the gaming industry statistics
don’t believe me then
talk to my lawyers then
Circumstance & Circumstance
writs tarts and exonerations
they’ll tell you of the settlement
coded instruction to the next generation
Nadine's heart was as big as a catcher's mitt
her white garments billowed
like clouds passing before the moon
we met in an emergency room
after I pulled my best pickup line
hi I'm a friend to the entire human race
and she countered with
want auntie Nadine to show you
how to be a big boy
a buzzard shadow passed over her face
she pulled me close and hissed
if no one wants to look foolish
why so many truth murdering fools
I weakly countered with
if thoughts are differentiated
one from the other then so are you
Nadine’s lizard tongue gave him
the secret to the garden
descending down his throat
like a black lung miner
how can you tell if it's morning noon or night
hint you'll need a sense of sequence
hers was a dangerous mission
for both covert and overt ends
the life's a ***** and then you die cynics
took us for a pack of numbskulls
well we were arrayed in a tatty splendor
consisting of zero camouflage
but there was no substitute for living deep
even in Happy Valley
the slightly assisted living community
well hell we're all assisted
aren't we supposed to get smarter
as time scurries us along
and last I'd like to thank
my non-existent financial backers
for timely script development
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Born in a world of sin
A world filled with evil from the very beginning,
Greediness and selfishness,
With the existence of poverty, unemployment, crime and disease
Caused by our own human nature,
An inevitable cycle that continues from the past to the present future
Due to the prevalence of social class segregation,
Whereby the lower, middle and upper class fights for social status elevation
In order to achieve upward social mobility,
These social classes will fight in pain and hostility,
An ideology of who is best suited to reach the top
With one class that is, (proletariat) continued to be oppress,
While the bourgeoisie continues to be the dominant class to reap success,
A society filled with greed and self-interest
Every person wants that recognition,
They will always battle each other to reject sorrow and oppression,
That’s the reason why the world will always remain in war, famine and terror
Due to human beings error,
A world divided in segments of continent,
With different nation or countries having differentiated political style of government,
As well as structure, numerous types of culture and upcoming new subculture,
With every one wanting that one thing riches, prestige and fame,
A reward which symbolizes their name.
Demeter Edwards
Impressions of a teenager
I was born today twenty years ago
A healthy child with eyes of a doe
I grew up in a free world
Saw the national flag unfurled
Sang national anthem with devotion
A hand on my heart and no motion
It stirred my pride on secular belief
Sacrifices of martyrs elicited grief
I studied in cosmopolitan schools
Learnt honesty and obeying the rules
Ne’er differentiated between rich and poor
Or had any delusion to a life of grandeur
The TV news showed a bitter killing
The video clips were very chilling
A result of animosity between two men
One of whom lost in a gambling den
Days later two groups fought a bitter battle
The bone of contention was lifting of cattle
One group accused the other of eating beef
They said it was against their religious belief
Another day a young couple was burnt alive
The relatives and parents decided to connive
The girl loved, married the boy of lower caste
Retribution by the elders was prompt and fast
It’s awfully risky for girls to travel alone
Even if she has her mobile phone
She can be waylaid by men at a lonely place
Forced to satisfy their lust and face disgrace
“What has independence given us?” I ask
A discordant society oblivious of its task!
The sacrifices of martyrs appear to be in vain
All principles and ethics are down the drain
Greed of wealth and power is the motto
Governance is like a game of lotto
Honesty has ceased to be a virtue
Questioning the corrupt is breaking the curfew
End
We where all humans until
Race disconnected us
Colour differentiated us
Love blindfolded us
Money controlled us
Wealth classified us
We where all humans until
Politics divided us
Hatred filled us
Religion separated us
Tradition left us
Technology inclined us
Pride came to us
caste is gone past
now is the modern age
wrinkled and torn all
theories of old page
all are of same God
no one has higher caste
due duties are to perform
if not does not last
class is important present
minister is more than master
mechanic is not engineer
runner can run faster
education and wisdom main
along wealth there's name
new version continues
high caste rests in fame
Note:- After reading about casteism i have realized that casteism is a way which differentiated the same people in different social positions for which domination of upper caste people continued over lower caste people to have more preference in the same society even without having human and social qualities. Now a days the importance of casteism is going to be obsolete where social position has occupied the place of importance.
Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags
Ambition injustice and itching their backs,
Cunning those faces in front of the gate
Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late.
A fistful primary breeziness
Shared with smiles, tears and silliness,
Together they brawled, together they fiddled
At times they often complained to be differentiated.
Kiddo little minds and parents appeared unjustified
They cried, they blamed and they lazed,
Loaded by books and rat raced tutelage
They pass by a very dignified teen-age.
Out from the custody of cynosure
Together they stepped towards Lyceum liberty,
Few were classed and few remained united
The formers became edified and rests were unidentified.
A masked – small compliments and the evening aloha
The river side sunset appeared to be ambiguous –
A fiesta time boogie and the overnight cockeyed
At times such occasions made them to blab out their twinkly time.
Grown up as buddies and with time they rationalized
Affairs, status and outlook made them more gratified,
Traits made them parted and one cried in solitary
The formers humiliated the frailer and the frailer remained solely.
Lost in their computations, explores and technological justifications
Few carried out degree uprightly and few were abased shamefully,
Bucketed with knowledge, numbers, meetings and self-worth
They neglected those twinkly smiles who were grown up with assorted life.
Few became responsible and few got hold of ménage
Few were invited and rests seemed out of the sight.
Hearsays few get together known to be friendly trinity
Yet there also they lived with different hierarchy.
Left away life they sacrificed the age of assorted life
One who lived with it can now front the barbarous life.
They lost themselves to their twinkly buddies’ mobilization
Upcoming in their lives they will surly come by friendly exoneration.
Dated: 18/01/2010
man applauds
being the chosen one
who is made in God’s image
why not first pause to reflect
who in truth we really are
to know who God is
God is omnipresent
both wise and omnipotent
whilst we decay in organic form
thus we are not this mind-body
but the spirit that enlivens it
let’s find out what it is
all we see around us
is that that comes and goes
thus we must be in a lucid dream
notice void of polarity interchange
the moment before we exhale
or gap between thoughts
in this cessation
where pure awareness is
perception is non-differentiated
within this identity rested silence
simply present doing nothing
our soul speaks to us
extending the gap
vibrant silence nameless
we meld with the vital life force
divine magnetism navigates form
we become the energy itself
there then is no one here
ego shorn we are reborn
identity that never existed dies
awareness sees living light of Self
thus from singularity to feel contrast
to grow in wisdom and in love
we descend in this realm
Self as light is the truth
what is made in image of God
our single eye sees without mirrors
now to embody singularity in duality
that too in the waking state
is the spiritual quest
as for knowing God
we are breathed by His breath
that embryo of Self within may awake
shining lights
hide the toil of millions
in dark alleys.
in these dark corners
gleaming sweat of men
cannot be differentiated
from salty vapour of sea.
the toilers are used to
sparkle and glitter
the lives of those
who need these lights
to protect themselves
from dark.
the toiling masses,
themselves
remain in shadows;
they get burnt as fuel
to generate shimmer
for others.
this fuel is infinite in supply
for it is priced cheap.
forced to provide, perpetually
the lustre, the dazzle, for others;
keeping their own aspirations
in shadows; and
somehow hoping
to be redeemed,
some day, one day.
for only this thin,
trembling ray of hope
is their own flicker.
5.10.2014
Teach me how to teach oh Lord
Grant me wisdom and provision
To impart lifelong skills and lasting values
As I let students widen their horizons.
Teach me how to teach oh Lord
Give me enthusiasm and affection
To execute my task efficiently and effectively
As I deal with their differences and needs.
Teach me how to teach oh Lord
Offer me efficacious pedagogy
To spice up lessons with differentiated instructions
As I use technology and available facility.
Teach me how to teach oh Lord
Open my eyes, my heart, and my mind
To see, to feel, to think for a learner-centered classroom
As I become a steward of these perceptive young minds.
Teach me how to teach oh Lord
Shower me with optimism and affection
To look at the bright side of everything
As I monitor students' holistic development.
Teach me how to teach oh Lord
Strengthen me If I become teacher-centered
To keep focus on students' welfare
As I act not as sage on the stage but a guide at the side.
Evolved are the beings into the land of survival
Extending into the vast surfaces, creating boundaries,
for they are involved in the process of progression
As they spread, the nature differentiated them in the name of race
No disturbing of nature, for she believes each of her beings is unique and diverse
Then came the beings of single minded reality,
that indeed measured everything in a single scale
Laws were there accompanying flaws, and
That's how exploded the bombs and the banners
Fighting is an endless go for the sake of survival
As society changes, there comes an inequality standard,
And that's when the beings come forward in a crowd,
In a unison cried for the Human Rights, for they knew every sapient out there deserves it
..and then again a kiss..
one that could surely be duplicated;
simple steps:
1. zone in
2. touch lips
kiss
rather soft the matter and easy the thought
motions flatters; heats a spot
a sensation that is hard to correspond
one that could surely be duplicated
1. zone in
focusing on a area, differentiated from the whole
stepping into a horizon, that you have no known
2. touch lips
a bubble of skin, a currant of blood
all meshed into a mouth
(and then comes another
all hovered above her
lingering a doubt)
simple steps:
1. zone in
2. touch lips
a sensation that is hard to correspond
stepping into a horizon, that you have no known
(he stared with a fiddle in hand
her face lifted as his lowered
lingering a doubt)
all meshed into a mouth
..and then again a kiss..
Does the utopian human not salute,
The ideal person, right and sensible?
Which psychologists can easily foster and describe,
In certain personality models which are not dispensable?
The utopian human stands to beg,
The question posed by psychologists,
“What is your character and personality?”
Their good models encourage an interactive dexterity.
When a business or organisation invests in people,
They’re hoping to entertain a certain personality;
One that's open, giving and receptive,
Not one that deceives by theology or has religious animosity.
Your space - your problems and your pleasures,
Must be respected in a mandatory fashion,
Not differentiated away from to illuminate,
Someone else’s spirituality and god passion.
That morality exists necessitates the virtues,
Which today can be separated away from beliefs,
But religious demands should not go unquestioned,
As a platform without judgement relief.
Christian fundamentalists are either,
Right or wrong in the head,
And it is very much apparent to me,
That today they should be being lead.
Their kids can be not loved at all,
For their intellect, past-times and emotions,
By parents who will only talk to them,
If they do their daily devotions.
When you look out on life from its precipice,
If god is there, you will lack,
The speech, the confidence and the creativity to mark,
The land upon which you will embark.
Enculture yourself in human principles -
The church’s toleration of them is slight;
I don't believe agnosticism is an option,
If you want to be in the light.
Atheism and humanism let you become a better person,
And give you moral fibre every day if you would like;
But Christianity’s focus is on godliness and evangelism,
So atheism’s a better cognition, ‘cos agnosticism’s just not right.
People of sacred Cornucopias
found ourselves politically alone
competing to survive
in Earth's choking climates
of totally domesticated and over-run despair,
then neglect,
then more actively terrorizing abuses.
Corn People,
PolyCultural Planners,
greeting Yang-behaving bean bodies
growing up and into our digestive tracks
and tracts,
our speaking parts,
to sing like tassels
our Divine Corn and humane Yang-beanish ego-rising lines
of harmony
co-arising nondual Earth anthems
of graceful GreatSpirit incarnation.
Domesticating corn people
finally also meet Yin's squashed voices
flowing bilaterally out
well-grounded cooperative incorporations
intending divine corn
and Yang-bean
and Yin-squash
mutually braiding
weaving up and out
trimesters of rich
and deep
nutritional development,
with winter dormancy in-between
summerish diastasis.
Corn and Bean and Squash diversity
during August pre-birth deliveries
reduce competitive domesticating relationships
to favor cooperative democratizing trinities,
of Spirit and Body and Bilateral Flowing UnSquashed Minds.
These corny holonic domesticating resources
enjoy differentiated cultural climates,
Diverse partners prevailing
through multicultural nutritional landscapes
up and out,
down-rooting and inward feeding feeling
as outward bleeding
into each Other's Common-Space
and side-by-side solidarity reforesting times.
People of the Corn
and beans and squash,
co-domesticating temporal WinWin differentiations,
preoccupying Earth's global climate
in different times of day and night,
months and years,
transgenerational eras and stages
of mutual democratization
into trust
bean-sprouting
within interdependent pumpkin patches.
People of the Corn
invite diverse beanish vertical needs
and polypathic squashy tendril outputs
in different revolving stages
of our mutual domestication,
integrity empowered
through deep nutritional gardens
and forests of time,
like climates of Earth,
organically democratizing solidarity.
People of sacred wild Cornucopias
found ourselves politically atoned
through competing to survive
in Earth's stroking strumming climates
of globally democratizing,
healthy wealth,
Original PolyCultural Intention.