Best Duty Poems
Our duty................
God not only create a man and a woman
but also their duties towards mankind along with that
Men and women meant for one another and
live together in truth and love.
God loves anyone who serve one another in difficult times
We must be honest with our duty with competence and integrity
and fight to end all forms of evil temptations and sins
The problems could arise in every way even you are truthful
towards your duty but it has to be tackle in the same manner
and at the same time the root of problems to be uprooted at once
If we do not perform our duties towards human society then our
faith and love will be end with sad and sorrow
If husband does his duty towards his wife then she will make
their family proud
If father does his duty towards his children then his
children's future will flourish
If a leader does his duty towards his country, then his
countrymen will reap the benefit.
Simply, Your duty is your God and serving to mankind is your blessings
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved
With the morning begins my day;
Different roles I'm ready to play.
Again and again I am perturbed ,
But nature and emotions are undisturbed.
Silently, without a word, all needs I suffice;
Day to night, unsaid unconditional sacrifice.
What do I gain from all these duties?
Deteriorating my health and my fugacious beauty?
Still, I don't pretend, I take my job seriously;
As a homemaker and a mother, working audaciously.
If I don't follow my virtue as my duty,
Who else do you think will prove their loyalty?
(Rhyme Scheme- aa bb cc dd ee ff)
21/04/2016
P.S. This poem is inspired by my mother who is a diligent homemaker and the best mother on earth.
My personal view of MY own poet’s duty
is to write for folk who are not too snooty
Poetry ‘experts’ may look down their nose
at the simple poetry that I compose
When I read a poem I don’t want to wallow
in archaic language that’s hard to swallow
I like lively lines not stuff that’s boring
want to enjoy reading and not start snoring
I don’t often write about sport or politics
But I may write of ‘Ron Dump’s’ latest tricks
I just cannot write a romantic sonnet
as love poems make me want to vomit
I could write about the birds and bees
and pretty flowers and wind in the trees
But many other poets write similar words
so I buck the trend and I write about turds
I guess I’ve developed quite a quirky style
but my overall aim is to make people smile
What’s right for others may not suit me
but we can unite by writing our poetry!
So who am I to say what’s wrong or right
if you get an idea then write, just write!
A Poet’s Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
10/07/20
I don't show it, but sometimes,
I slip into the serene sanctuary
of a sound slumber, and I arrive
in dream with feet rooted in
the peak of a hilltop that
overlooks the masked shadow of
human nature, and allows me sight
into the depth of a spirit.
It is here, on this brink
of my softest sense,
I rediscover the cycle of
what breathes and lives
And detach my existence
from the restraints of
a myopic perspective.
Using what crumbles away
of my former perception
as means to remedy the
illness of possessing an ego,
I search.
And, I find truth.
I find truth in the significance
of being insignificant by a closer
comparison to trees, insects, and
water.
And my head descends in shame
from vice of mistaking
point of view for purpose.
For the world moves while I
stand frozen on this hilltop,
And these bugs I squash,
trees I ignore, and water I waste
do more for this existence than I.
And of all connections inherited
from birth, I find mine to the
"Unappreciated" teaches lesson
on the tipping scale of life.
It is on this thought, I dwell
until I free my feet by waking.
Waking to a comprehension of
connection that surpasses
the fallible understandings
I once clenched as fact.
And through the clarity,
I embrace this humbling fact:
If I am nothing for my lack
of contribution to life while living,
then, without a moral mind and
kind heart offered to my fellow
beings,
I do nothing for the greater good
until I die and become sustenance
that lives in the earth.
Should I ignore this truth and
indulge in a selfish survival,
What "good" am I now?
The ballad most widely known
In Bhutan, a heroic tale of Tsewang Tashi.
Like the hero was selected to go
for the battle, so is he chosen to go for war
without armor.
Without armor?
would be your question.
Don't be astonished, for the war
is not against other worlds, neither between
different ethnic groups, but is the war
to combat the deadly disease of 2020,
yes! the pandemic covid-19
spreading quickly in every nation.
But why him?
would be your next question, but ask not
because he is not the king or the ministers
fighting wholeheartedly for the people.
Rather he is included,
to those group, who is on their
responsibility like any other individuals.
Why about him?
ask me that. I Phurchu Zam
like that of the heroic tale, awaits for his return.
Oh! that's about him, but its not.
For it is about Phurchu Zam
resembling my state, with hurdles in heart
massive than that of the man
who went for the war.
It is just a lonely night,
with your warmth lingering around,
just to fade away. The heroic tale
is sung and acted, mourning the tragedy
of nation's great hero. But who have the idea
what Phurchu Zam went through?
With her two fatherless kids,
with her hope like that of wings of a bird.
And that wings were broken,
For there is no hope, waiting for him.
I will wait, Just like Phurchu Zam
as he is my Tsewang Tashi.
Then am I her? No I am not,
For my hero will come
serving our country, with his selfless duty.
For he will be back,
as he knows his Phurchu Zam is waiting
counting on every seconds, for his
RETURN. He will be back,
without a wound in his body
though he went to fight,
A war without armors.
A poet’s duty’s to herself,
To translate what she’s thinking
From random gut reactions
Into words that merit inking.
Her purpose doesn’t thus depend
On anyone’s opinion
For on the page, her choices form
The core of her dominion.
She is the queen of all she writes
And bows to no one’s censure.
Her pencil leads to paths where others
Might not choose to venture.
Some poets crave renown and hope
The whole world will be smitten,
But I have done my duty when
I like the words I’ve written.
October 13, 2020
for the contest of Beth Evans
You have a right to speak your mind freely,
and express what’s important to you,
you have a duty to make your words sincere,
and do what you must to speak the truth.
Also to protect those who would speak out,
even if with them you do not agree,
because if you try to silence them
then you’re a hand-maiden of tyranny.
You have a right to worship what you will,
to believe the dictates of your conscience,
and not to let this be taken by folks
who claim that your morals only offend.
To never spread what you are thinking
by resorting to harsh methods of force,
and to resist those who would do it to you,
live-and-let-live, as a matter of course.
You have a right to assemble, protest,
to demand redress for the powerful,
to remember no right is optional,
but those in government do wish to full,
and that your protest must respect others,
since they also have a claim to this right,
and should the oppression continue on,
you may have a duty to go and fight.
You have a right to keep and bear weapons,
to defend your life with great lethality,
you have a duty to own a weapon,
to understand it’s use in entirety,
to never us it unless there is no choice,
since a weapon only has one purpose,
to know when to use it, and if that time comes
to understand what happens when you miss.
You have a right to possess property,
to control all the fruits of your labor,
and a duty to respect the hard work
shown by the property of your neighbor.
To not let the success others have earned
drive you to a covetous jealousy,
to understand that all civilization
is based on people using their property...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
your voice needs to be heard
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Ziket: a 2-line poem comprised of 5-8 syllables in 1st line, 5 syllables in 2nd line
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
I have a duty to the form
for in the past it was the norm
to insult the queen and king
with lyrics for peons to sing.
A mix of words to sting the beast
that fed upon an unearned feast
and fueled the tattered shoeless class
inflamed old fires from their past
turned the battle cry of words
to bloodied hilt and blade of swords.
So did the ballads turn by fate
extol the virtue of the great
as shoeless peons tilled the field
reaped not the bounty of their yield.
The jester's danced for headless king
who silenced those who dared to sing
the jester danced, the dance a ruse
protecting fate's poetic muse.
And in his cryptic, mocking schemes
rekindling lost battle's dreams.
10/6/2020
A Poet's Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Beth Evans
What a precious gift to be a writer
to pen poems of beauty
to be able to create a new form
to write of love and life and nature
of war and problems in this world
of death and grief . . . .
it is a gift we poets must share
oh, some write hate but that is not for me
I respect my gift not to waste it there . . .
for me writing poetry is like breathing
and I am greedy so each day I must pen
oh yes war and homelessness and pollution are real
and I write my sad poems of life . . .
and hope that my words can touch another
I pen in my preferred forms with a dripping pen
not afraid to modify a traditional form of old
I hope my poetic way will teach poets
inspire them to write there own way
and not be afraid to explore
a different way . . .
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October 16, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/In Answer to ''A Poet's Duty''
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1295-621-16
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Poet's Duty
sponsor, Beth Evans, Judged 10/20/2020
Duty called them
Duty has taken them
I went straight from High school into the service,
I was feeling proud but extremely nervous.
My mother cried with tears of joy,
she said, “I will try to stop referring to you as my little boy.”
I arrived at Basic Training with a bus load of candidates,
we were greeted quite loudly at the main entry gates.
The Drill Sergeants called us everything they could think of,
we knew, at least from them, we would receive no love.
We were too young to drink and barely able to vote,
we were all different races, but we were in the same boat.
We had eight weeks to learn how to work as a team,
we started to believe that it was all a bad dream!
We went to bed late but were up before dawn,
we do more before nine is definitely right on!
Basic Training was tough but we all got through it,
things would get worst and we pretty much knew it.
We would be on the front lines as Infantry Soldiers,
there would be a lot of responsibility put on our shoulders.
The first orders we received took us to the Middle East,
our primary mission was to bring about peace.
For the first time in our lives we were in a foreign land,
the things we saw you could never understand.
The precision bombings caused so much destruction,
the whole place looks like it needs reconstruction.
We are under attack on a regular basis,
our so-called enemy is in more and more places.
Perhaps we are acquiring more and more enemies,
the hate for us here is like an infectious disease.
We were instrumental in removing a terrible dictator,
but the level of danger here has gotten even greater.
Nobody wants to admit that we are in a civil war,
many of us are now on our second or third tour.
I have lost some of my comrades along the way,
we all know the risks and that is all I can say.
We will defend our country from all enemies, foreign and domestic,
we are a force to be reckoned with and we are not to be messed with!
We will win this so-called war on terror,
messing with the United States was their biggest error!
A successful completion of our mission would be a thing of beauty,
we are proud we answered “the call to duty.”
When time has come
We march from home
Where some will die
I don't look at the judge. I just look at the jury.
I don't look at the defendant or the defendant's attorney,
nor will I look a the prosecution assistant and or district attorney.
I will listen, not look at anyone giving sworn oath testimony.
As a juror I feel that it's my civic responsibility and duty
to decide strictly upon the evidence and not based on any ones appearance or personality.
My Justice is as blind as justice should be
not withstanding the decision that must be made beyond a reasonable doubt
based upon the hard core physical evidence presented to me that the judge will allow.
Every time I serve as juror, which believe it or not is an honor for me
I'm always dumbfounded by many other juror's stupidity
who are compelled to render this ultimate decision, Guilty or Not Guilty.
I wouldn't want 3/4's of the jurors I've met making such life changing decisions on me.
That's why I'll never turn down an opportunity to serve on a jury.
Everyone is Innocent until proved Guilty and all innocents need a juror like me.
When I informed a former boss that I was summoned to serve for jury duty,
my employer out right said, "Get out of it or you will no longer be employed by me."
Guess what I did. I served on the jury.
I'd rather lose my job, than risk someone who may otherwise be Not Guilty
losing much of their freedom and God given liberties.
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Another personal note:
In Every Election I Vote.
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Duty is but God's moral imperative implanted in Man's soul!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
25 September 2016