Best Fusion Poems
Enchanted sequins move with laser precision
Sensationally choreographed pyrometrics dance
Mystifying wingless flight of earthbound spirits
Steadily intensifying blurred colors streak by
Blades defy gravity suspended on breaths
By Robb A. Kopp
The Wailing Wall is standing tall
So men may bang their head and bawl
But burka girls
Must hide their curls
So no one can see their tears fall
My New Fusion Song
My Lyrical composition is based on the universal teachings
of Love & Brotherhood for All.
It is a cocktail of Hindi - English - Sanskrit
Theme - Politeness (Hindi Namrata) or Modesty
Nam Ho*, Namra bano* Namrata ki Jai Ho*
Nam Ho, Namra bano, Namrata ki Jai Ho
Nam Ho, Namra bano, Namrata ki Jai Ho
Nam Ho, Namra bano, Namrata ki Jai Ho
Namrata ki Jai Ho, Namrata ki Jai Ho
Nam Ho, Namra bano, Namrata ki Jai Ho
Jai Ho, Jai Ho Jaya Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho,
Jaya Ho, Jaya Ho, Jai, Jai, Jai, Jai Ho,
(Hindi lines)
Nam Ho, Namra Bano, Namrata ki Jai Ho
Bhed bhaav, bin gale lagaao
Sb par hi sneh lootaao
Fir dekho kaise, hain, bhar detin,
Khushiyaan, Daaman ko
Be polite and Be Modest - Let your Modesty win the Hearts.
There is only one Earth,
Only one life, everyone get on Earth
Give love to everyone,
Without difference and distinction
See then, how you would be filled
With the joys and pleasures of life.
Nam Ho*, Namra bano* Namrata ki Jai Ho*
Nam Ho, Namra bano, Namrata ki Jai Ho
Nam Ho, Namra bano, Namrata ki Jai Ho
Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Namrata ki Jai Ho,
Namrata ki Jai Ho Jai Ho,
Namrata ki Jai Ho Jai Ho, Jaya Ho,
Jai Ho*, Jai Ho, Jaya Ho*,
Jai, Jai, Jai, Jaya Ho.
Sanskrit Sloka
Na kaschid api jaanaati (Namrata Ki Jai Ho)
Kim kasya shwo bhavishyati (Namrata Ki Jai Ho)
atah shwa karanee yaani (Namrata Ki Jai Ho)
kuryaadd dyeva buddhi maan (Namrata Ki Jai Ho)
Meaning of the above Sloka:
Nobody knows what is going to happen tomorrow. Therefore, wise men finish their daily job same day itself and do not keep it for tomorrow.
Ravindra K Kapoor
30th Oct. 2014
Currently at Vindhyanagar M.P India
NOTE: This lyrical composition is protected under the Copy writes
provisions of Poetry Soup as per US rules.
Meaning of Hindi words:
Nam Ho* = Be Polite
Namrata* = Modesty
Jai ho* = Let it win
Jaya Ho* = same as Jai Ho
Namrata ki Jai Ho* = Let Modesty win
If I were to swagger off the streets
Some gangster as I perched the skulduggery
Of my litany in glitter and smoke
An ageless vandalism to linger unknown
While I sneer from the lounging corner of your TV
Would you recognise me
Though I slide sheathed in the flags and banners
Barking and whining with the malaise dogs of freedom
Still with the coils of bright subliminal stars
With the cool smoothing glass of my poison
Throttle every whisper in the eyes of your children
Would you know me
Should I sink in bitter teeth this Nospheratu gift
A mechanical mayhem of guts and blood
In impassioned exaltation choke the anthems of liberty
Should I scream dank from the cellar
Beneath the rubble litter of such celebrated and hollow victory
Would you hear me
When I dally in the mall smile Muzak ghost of neon
And peddle from every crisp clean rotting shelf of starvation
By coat-hanger noose dangled so footloose
Breathes it’s monoxide pull into your lungs
Better for the fashion this fashionable becomes
Do you recognise me now
As I secretive polished in slick glide reflective coercion
In the vaunted line of the halls of my fathers
Where this iniquitous trail of fiddling crumbs
Lay their poor morsel under the boot of my banquet table
I dine on metal and speak with weapons
And faceless electronic the vendetta of surveillance
And twisted media to quell every utterance
I hide this honed blade skulking behind you
Chill grip to the spine in bright sunshine
I haunt you
You ….. photographed
Are ….. stamped, filed
Mine ….. and numbered
PORRIDGE PERFECTION
SOUP SATISFACTION
NOODLES KNITTED
MISU MARVEL
SALMON SMOKED
DEADLY DESSERTS
CARAMEL CRUNCH
TRIFLE TEMPTATION
CREPE CREATION
TASTE TITILLATION
ENHANCED EATING
GASTRONOMIC GLUTTONY
Think no past, it is now gone,
There is no time to rest and sit,
Hold on to dreams and move on,
And life is what we make of it.
If you wish for better future,
Act in present for pleasant time,
Sow seeds of hope with labour,
And learn to make your life sublime.
Only the dead believe in sleep,
While others combat in life,
As they have promises to keep,
And work hard to end their strife.
Life is fusion of sun and rain,
Clouds of sadness won't last long,
Let the time heal all your pain,
And turn life to easy song.
Cherish what you have with you,
Cry not for what you do not,
Fortunate like you are very few,
And thank God for what you got.
Let not be conquered by woes,
Leave inner fears and march ahead,
The fears you own are your foes,
Secrets of future are unsaid.
Life is short to hold bitterness,
For your good, you learn to forgive,
Bring smiles with your kindness,
Death is the end, deeds shall live.
August 20, 2016.
In the style of my favorite poet - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: The Seeker
Inspired by the poem A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/360/a_psalm_of_life
This poem has been published in 2019 in my poetry collection
"Far in the Meadows and other poems" by Meenakshi Raina
FUSION
Breathtaking brook braving brazen bruises became broken
Entered estuary emanating exuberance
Reopened rosary resonated rhapsodic raga
Together these tides tried to tackle tortuous terrains
Flowed far fathoms freely fertilizing fallow frontiers!
~18th November 2016~
~River Line - Poetry Contest~
~ Sponsored by Rick Parise~
5 lines; 14 syllables in each line
Dick Flaccid lived a Mary life
Though Bible teachings caused him strife
He hoped someday
Someone would say,
"I now pronounce thee man and wife!"
In the sizzling heat
She wears new a furry mink
The sly little fox
Now its brimming cold
He dared bare himself of skin
The wily serpent
And what racket here
The cricket makes through the night
The bats cannot hear.
The rain is singing
The roof plays her pop songs sweet
Clouds dance on the street
A little black boy
Playing upon the blind rock
A trope for lost joy
Naked on the sand
No season tells tropic time
The sun milks the hand.
The eye milks the sun
For gold leaves waiting to fall
No fruits on bare limbs.
He writes a poem of illusion
But my poem makes fusion
Do not hanker for topmost position.
Saroj khan[sakha]
RightBrain's eco-geometric metaphysical systems,
ecopolitically optimize rational-primal networks,
co-empathically trust
ecologically healthy LeftBrain
deductive-orthodox BusinessAsUsual
scientific revolutionary discovery
as regenerative SacredArt Fusions
bicamerally yang/yin integrative balancing
Ego/EcoPolitically Positive ReGenerative
of/for Permacultural (0) Earth-spiralscaping
Reverse-Temporal 4DNA/RNA empathic-mensional
DeCompositional through Regenerative dipolar spectrum
Climate-Health Developmental
Dialectal-Nutritional CoOperative
ExteriorYang-Uracil/InteriorYin-Cytosine 4D fusion-doublebinding function
NeuroSensory CoEmpathic-Trust
EnCulturating ConSciences,
equivalently both/and contrasting
appositional zeroism as coincidentally notnot balance co-arising
notnot cognitive-affective dissonance
of/for deep learning pathological unraveling rememory,
multi-polypathic paradigmatically reconnecting
ego/eco bicameral ecosystemic consciousness
comprehensively democratic
fertile
regenerative
bicamerally unfolding/refolding climate-health networks
for Bodhisattva-Messianic (0)soul co-operatic sacred climates,
ElderRight through Left Brain Balancing multicultural
cobinary occupiers.
Dimensions running through my head
The doubt of what is left ahead
The pain is ripping me apart
Where did I go when did it start
How many years till I must go
A memory is what I`m living for
I will not go I will not stay
Seems like I`m left here anyway
Give me the last chance technology
This life must be more than an anology
Duality of mind is all I see
What was then and what is to be
Historical movies and tv shows
What goes on between us nobody knows
A revolution of this pain technology
Is what I leave for you
It is all that I can do baby...
There’s a new music fad or fashion
A genre of Swedish/Australian fusion
They play Dancing Queen and Waterloo
On the wobble board and the didgeridoo
I don’t know if it will catch on at all
They call the music Abbariginal
Life is fusion of sun and rain, clouds of sadness won't last long.
Oct 12, 2016.
Excerpt from my poem - Life is fusion
Life or death one liner - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Both strings
Soul wings
A strum
A hum
Both wound
Sweet sound
A pick
In sync.
18.12.2020
‘FOOTLE-me Poetry Contest’