Best Inaugurated Poems
Though just a wall
or so it's deemed
She's kept alive
a people's dreams
Myriad pilgrims come
her faithful friends
To renew her glory's
beginning and end*
*Beginning - Inaugurated by King Solomon, c. 1000 BCE
'End' - To be rebuilt with the advent of the Messiah ...
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The Western Wall, aka The Wailing Wall,
miraculously survived the razing of the
Holy Temple and the Temple Mount by
the Romans in the First Century C.E.
Jews have made pilgrimages to the
Wall over the millennia, especially since
1967, after the Six-Day War.
Puffing languidly by blowing the whistle, there came
the mementos of zig-zag meter gauged companion,
The first consignment on the railroad track, locomotives shipped from the United Kingdom,
by crossing 586 bridges, beautiful Himalayan Mountain Ranges,
37 tunnels of major attractions arrived at the destination,
A first venture, to boost up the drop's tea and coal transportation.
That day, a track known as Brahmaputra Valley,
literally airdropped as an island railway went conversion,
became history to usher the broad gauge interconnectivity of the remote region.
Eleven years later in 1892, thousands of men and women
gathered to cast the last glimpse of the railway track
at the eastern part of the Indian Continental,
to become the witness of the track's last communication.
An emotional moment, when the train ran for the last time
on the 115 year old meter gauge line
by flagging and blowing the last whistle of the dominion.
To bid tearful, joyful adieu to the first whistle
of the last morning, on the old track of the 65 km
railway line, inaugurated in 1881, in the so called
Land of the Raising Sun as commemoration!
He had do fight all odds
A man of unbreakable idealism
Alone with his ideas
A mysterious death at high sea
The truth will never be known
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Gegen alle Widerstände
Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus
Alleine mit seinen Ideen
Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea
Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren
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En lucha contra todas probabilidades
Un hombre de idealismo irrompible
Solo con sus ideas
Una muerte misteriosa en alta mar
La verdad nunca será conocida
Note: Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel, 1858-1913, was a German engineer and the inventor of
the Diesel engine. He spent his youth until 1870 in Paris and surroundings. When being
extradited after the start of the German-French-War in 1870, Diesel and his family left for
London. He as a child travelled alone to Augsburg, Germany were he lived for five years
with his uncle and went to school there. He started studies of mechanical engineering in
1875 in Munich and applied for a patent of a „New and economical power engine“ at the
Emperial Patent-Office in Berlin. From 1908 on he developed the first functional model of
his engine with the financial assistance of the Krupp company. In January 1898 the first
factory for Diesel engines was built in Augsburg, Germany. A Diesel Engine Company was
inaugurated by autumn 1900 in London. The first motor vessels with a Diesel engine were
built in 1903. Diesel was at a state of bad health due to numerous patent-lawsuits. He was
not a good businessman and lost his complete fortune. On September 29th Diesel boarded the
mail-vessel Dresden to cross the Channel for Harwich to participate in a meeting of the
„Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing Ltd.“ in London. He seemed to be in a good manner when
he was last seen on board of the ship. On October 10th 1913 the crew of a Dutch
government pilot ship saw a body drifting in the water at heavy sea. As the body was
highly decomposed, the crew only got hold of some personal belongings (a pastille box,
purse, pocket knife and a spectacle case) which were later identified as Diesel's
belongings by his son Eugen. The real cause of his death was never clarified and his
dependants never believed in suicide, but in murder to steal Diesel's ideas. So his death
is still remains a mystery.
Showcase of my favourite painted collection, a
Piled up for years, eventually being inaugurated, b
Without fail, what if colours were amalgamated ? b
No one could ever unveil my apprehension, a
Heart pouncing, breaths endured expansion, a
More and more to the colours as I concentrated, b
My senses shivered and swiftly hibernated, b
My passion, my hobby could not be my profession ! a
Neutral to doctor's innocuous advice on colour, c
Who proved out the reception on retina as deficient, d
Creator himself had prejudiced me in chromacy, e
Dreams of painting vibrant having lost all valour, c
As literary gained power, hues became munificent, d
Enriched in colors, now could be a pen's supremacy ! e
Written on 5/5/14
Sponsor- Craig Cornish
Contest- Miltonic sonnet
To be predicted means that you’re the fruition,
Of a rational process, effortful and determined;
We can all predict that someone will soon cure cancer,
And so Jesus was foretold as medicine’s romancer.
The name Jesus Christ means predicted saviour,
And Isaiah 53 verse 5 states that he definitely would be,
Wounded by the government for the people’s freedoms,
But that because of his wounds society would be superior.
Those who were intelligent just before Jesus came,
Felt a wave of change in the medical field,
Where doctors only treated the families of the rich:
The intelligent said that such a wave would equality yield.
When Christ was stressed out, about to be arrested,
He forsook his medical mind and surrendered all to god;
You can see that the god thing is for trials by government,
Or today, trials by society when your stance is not odd.
Upon arrest, the soldiers wanted Jesus of Nazareth,
Not Jesus the son of god, or the Jesus of any divinity tribe,
And Jesus simply replied to them “I am he,” squarely and plainly,
Unlike at his trial, where for speech he had to be bribed.
The allegation was indeed productivity in profession,
His work skill, which came and grew from his family roots;
He got much social power from his healings and exorcisms,
As he had learnt the joinery trade well, had invented new shoots.
Caiaphus asked if he was a king from the miracles he did,
Miracles of course being new methods and techniques,
And he replied to Pilate that god, the church and he himself,
Determine his actions, that their lee-way is his health.
Jesus was popular at church, not amongst the government,
So it was informally considered to be his validator;
The question was whether the people still saw state over church,
For common order to be maintained and not left in the lurch.
He knew he would die for the good he had done in life,
So inaugurated communion to remember his cause:
Loving the weaker, lower ones no matter who they are,
Saying everyone should know that personally in applause.
The Passion of the Christ film 2004 used.
A Change Is A Com'n
Though this baby boomer,
(who didst roam man
upon this Earth
since the year
mcmLix) does not
coon sitter himself
a political activist his wear
re: some ness, particularly
with chronic setbacks
inaugurated by President
Donald Trump, an in volunteer
re: response, (asper just
the faintest hint
of a smile) veer
really played itself across
my countenance un bear
ably impossible to depress, repress,
and/or suppress, upon
gleaning America Online
cover headline indicating
Representative Beto O’Rourke,
a (Texas Democrat) care
fully, sir up tush hiss lee,
reportedly, and quietly
considering a 2020 grab
for White House
commander in Chief chair
met with Barack Obama dare
ring political polls
to hedge intimation,
though true motives unclear
that said progressive
former named person
(from Lone Star State)
might be seriously sincere
conjoining what promises
to be a dynamically
hearty, lucky, and plucky
solution to uptear,
the present woebegone crisis
of dreadlock, gridlock, and
padlock stasis, the political
ship of state (Leviathan
countenanced by Thomas Hobbes
circa 1651) pitching
United States government
upon reprehensible threshold
inching the Doomsday Clock
closer than ever to thermonuclear
global mortal kombat triggering
unset of unstoppable subnuclear
barrage in record time (mere
minutes transforming the
world wide web into
many a schmear
compromising most all life
into a bajillion bits
of pulverized powder,
guaranteeing the demise,
sans *****sapiens,
and thus no
Santa Claus to steer
the motley crue
of feisty reindeer,
this above mentioned dissolution,
would sadly, unfortunately,
wretchedly remove *****
as well the straight
sexually oriented persons matter,
would become reconstituted
into surprise show stopping premiere
of some alternate lifeform,
no doubt signalled
with at least one outlier
or maybe even a noncareer mutineer!
Vast dynamic catalysts
inaugurated biochemical
(biological), geological,
and/or meteorological
processes, that didst
wax and wane
since time immemorial
before this "FAKE"
pencil neck geek NOT vain
poet law re:hot bubbled
outa (Compton)
primordial ah stew,
(ward) uber urbane,
sans global Pangea some
bajillion years presaging Ukraine
chiseled terra firmae didst reign
from hydrosphere,
(setting the stage
for Matthew Scott
Harris to markedly twain (train)
his thoughts), wrought variable dramatic,
epochal geographic upheavals
(recorded palimpsest like)
across global terrain
catastrophic, dramatic, epic forces
rendered prehistoric creatures slain
extinction, though billions of years
survived Prince sip
pull purple rain
skill little till lee (skeletally),
within said dam hint
(sediment) permanently preserving
an impress'n quatrain
jam packed with species, some
of which flew like a
donny soaring plane
signaled onset and demise
of supposed pseudonymous
terrible lizards with bulging eyes
"NON FAKE" special effects,
but actual - no lies
wooly alive paw lick
tickly incorrect, tough,
winning ignoble dangerous prize
huge, out of control, trumpeting,
who eve vent chilly gave rise
to Adam Abel bodied
coon sitter ably reduced
cane raising,
(yet most fearsome) size
a totally tubularly err wrecked
primate nada so wise.
In your mother's eyes I catch the first sight
A miracle in our lives so vibrant and bright
The pride of all married folk
A pride we will soon revoke.
Kicking into the air, you're inaugurated into my life
As I teach you everything I know.
You looked up to me with your innocent eyes
A curse that the heavens will bestow.
Your trust in me became resentment
As you grew thinking you knew more.
All I sacrificed for you
Faced my worst fears, endured your mother's tears, holding fate tightly near,
You failed to appreciate
And instead turned away from me
To you I began to depreciate
As you turned soonest to the sea.
And those eyes are still the same
But everything around them has changed.
I raised you to be the best
You turned out as bad as the rest.
Children are sweet in their innocent youth
Believing what you say and saying what they mean.
But it seems this world twists and turns
Changing the once pure inner soul.
And with a flip of a switch, a turn of the knob
The child you knew turns against you.
But can we say we were surprised?
We did the same to our fathers.
Rebelled, as we beheld rage
We too were once miracles and now we're living hell
As the maturity of time grips and makes us bitter
Bitter is time's emitter.
So let us return to those who bore us
Set an example for our offspring to mimic us
Because without em, there won't be anyone left to mourn us.
Her, an abstract art
Whom he finds difficult to understand
Truly inaugurated by Almighty's heart
Her, an expensive brand
Her aura enlightens
The dim & dead
Morning brightens
As she communicates eye to eye & head to head
He gets jitter while confronting her slaughtering smile
Barely manages to talk
Since her only job is to send him exile
Yet above all is her seductive cat walk
His highness
Take heed of his shyness
Go to war in Iraq. Deny everything
Just don’t look back
Solider I gave you a direct order to shoot that woman
The one in all black
She’s wearing a bomb
Concealed in her wrap
I don’t care if you can’t see it
The US government doesn’t pay you to think
Quick shoot her in the head
Before she teaches her son to hate and kill back.
There is a cycle it is undeniable
For close to eight years we have claimed democracy
yet we have lived under a rule of hypocrisy
there is also a fascination of denial
living steady in this country
secret organizations and special interests groups
uh ho here we go, you hear it and your eyes roll
another Conspiracy
but the occult and its rituals lives strong today
From how a president is inaugurated
Right down to the pen and the hand shake
It’s in the tarot deck and stands in front of the justice system
They hide it in plain sight so you wont think anything of it
With a blind fold on her eyes
You cant judge what you did not see
Holding a scale that can tip either way
From the roses to the arrows in the eagles claw
What must a person do to assist humanity
How do I guide the people away from fear
And into self realization without disturbing your true path
Knowledge is the key. The more you know
The more you experience
The more you can see past the lies of hipocracy
Opposing energies magnetize their clustered convictions,
Lastly, amassed intentions remain beyond comprehension,
Presently, polarized detachments collapse in their face-off,
Ulterior effectiveness spotlights their futile parties,
Action demands prompt communication, and trust begins to rise,
Credence anchors individual aspirations to form,
Insights gaining momentum furtherance sparks enthusiasm,
Welcoming yielded principles, sanctions relevant accord,
Restrict naught one's conclusions with a particular outlook,
Narrow points exert pressure amongst willing participants,
Obstructs equitable compromise, shadowing a stalemate,
Broadening perspectives enables means for negotiation,
Opportunities will modify one's beholden opinions,
At all times, vast or modest, voice concerns without skepticism,
Participation amidst others will rally the reserved,
Cooperation inaugurated embraced invitations,
Unswervingly, uniting the collective wholeheartedly,
In hindsight, repetitious history craves inferred foresight:
Matured apple-eaters, ripened-keepers of the lesser kingdoms,
Furthermore, equanimity amidst all that encompasses,
And to that end, understanding, we are resolved, henceforward,
Our prospective generations, producing the greatest
Godsend as Earth’s human symbionts ... what I (really) want.
“The Nazi’s had no value of life,
They neither understood it,
Nor did they reckon it merited any value,”
My dad objectified at the table,
One Remembrance Sunday,
When I was young.
Although November the 11th,
Was inaugurated by King George the V,
In 1919, just after World War I,
As a day of remembrance of the Great War,
We use it as a day on which,
We can consider both wars,
And, for some, any war.
The King never wanted again,
To see any more bloodshed between nations,
And so rendered it as our choice,
By making it the people’s contemplation.
We must remember their resilience,
Their hope in the face of certain death;
Tirelessness embroidered in tears,
Their well considered bliss in pallid gloom.
Fight and figure jostled the in-education,
Of the German’s thirst for war, power and dictatorship;
And truth flamed in our side,
Until by our character we succeeded.
That valour is perhaps passed on to us,
The kids of future generations,
Because from our older relatives,
We can understand how they fought.
With this bravery, we need to cultivate,
Trust, love and understanding between nations,
Between our foreign neighbours and friends,
So that killing and maiming is not a possibility.
I Let You Go
People learn
- grow,
from the reminiscence
of a broken violin,
- torn strings,
grey dust;
they tremble now,
in lounge music –
- people learn;
I don’t
or can’t and won’t;
I gather a piece
and another
of wooden chips,
strings – uncoiling them
and
hope for the tune to evolve again;
I've become selfish,
to hear the resonance again –
one day –
But
I let you go.
My soul, violin
are incomplete,
without the melody –
and –
I let you go with all the tunes with you.
Pour that grey dust
on the grave of my violin;
which is lying next to me;
The dust will throb
with beats,
if they come from your heart –
- ever,
Wind will listen
completion of a symphony
which hardly was inaugurated –
and
I let you go;
violin can't play me anymore –
because I loved you.
Life is fetched,
Humanity is hatched,
Cruelty is cracked,
Equality is back.
The bridal of Earth,
And right to exuberance is inaugurated,
Holocaust was profound by
Resilience in search of rejuvenation.
The figment life is over,
Real life has commenced,
Mishap is over but it's footprints
Are knocking the door of cheering world.
May the new dawn be bright,
May the life of 2021
Be like my canvass,
On which I can paint
The roads of new world.
Nayan .C. Shrimal
Inaugurated by colors of autumn
and closed with flurries of snow,
on the calendar, it reigns as queen.
Frost is its silver companion,
transforming nature—
signaling transition and rest.
Roots withhold nutrients
and petals fall next to leaves,
to be swept away by northern winds.
Farmer’s fields lay bare
following harvest,
prepared for winter’s blanket.
Hearts, filled with gratitude,
overflow with expressions
reserved for this special month.
November’s glory introduces
a holiday season endowing society
with generosity and love.
by Gerald E. Greene
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