Best Incurs Poems

"Circadian"



In the garden
I planted for you,
somewhere in 
the unplundered
Territory of Hypothalamus,
I found a flower 
who’s name was
You Wouldn’t Know the Truth
“God Help Us”
cried the lost 
Praying Mantis,
“Hear this, the journey
towards Light 
incurs a deep dive 
into Dark Matters bleak,
there in the centre
of betrayal and lies...

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"Louis!",she calls out.
Yes,ironically I am the namesake.
A signboard-Please don't hurt me.I'm blind.

"Are you lost in thought again?
You and your stupid world!"
My stupid world.
I see her bite her tongue in my mind.
A smile on my lips.

"I am so happy today!
Won't you ask why?"
"Need I?"
Laughter.Sameness.Bliss.
Such conversations are...

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“Through me you enter the city of woe
Trough me you enter the eternal pain
Through me you go to people lost below.

Justice inspired my highest factor reign;
I was created by act of divine,
Supreme wisdom and the first love as main.

Of all created things the first is...

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To be on water is to be of water I'm told
The sea a deep blue and unsettling cold
Offshore waves roar in and relentlessly roll 
Cleansing rounds that forcefully come and go
In many ways water is what makes me whole

Sailors proclaim water eases mental pain
Replaces rage...

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Tyrants make a lasting name, 
They ruin life and lure fame.
Their name incurs all sorts of shame.
They think alike, and die the same....

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Perhaps sometimes you wonder
When life seems misery and pain
How do you rise to greet the morning
Or begin to smile again?
Where do you find the strength to go on
With dear ones so cruelly lost?
How can you bear to keep your hearts open
When to love incurs such...

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THIRUK-KURAL on not offending the Great*: Periyaaraip Pilaiyaamai - Canto 90 K895 and K897

[* The "Great" here are indifferently the King or other learned and wise people whom the King ought to respect and fear. In this canto, Thiru-Valluvar repeats himself (though elegantly, cf. K897...

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Alphabet, .... Our Word's to Test;
.... Forward, Backward, .. Letter's Sent!

Field's Of Victory, .. Song's Burst;

Rhythm, Rhythm, .... Fun, .... Incurs!...

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Now, as a general rule, sergeants are rather decent guys,
Compassionate, reasonable to a degree and uncommonly wise.
But woe to the private who incurs a sergeant's wrath;
That young feller is destined to tread a very treacherous path!

For minor infractions, privates are relegated to the latrine,
To scrub...

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In youth, I wrote many poems of rhyme,
	quatrains flowing freely on the lines.
Here and there a couplet would unwind
	and on occasion quintains undefined.
As time progressed, I tried my hand
	at Japanese Haiku and tanka you
	but mine were plain and bland.
Soon enough came some monologues,
	they are always...

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(the following extrapolated 
     thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate 
     how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house as-sized).

as a former ace procrastinator, i abhor
     putting off doing what best ought
 ...

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I despise anyone telling lies.
We all tell little ones, surprise.
A sin yes, what about spies,
Sometimes under a guise,
It always occurs
Yes, his or hers
Both incurs
Each spurs
Slurs...

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Creativity emerges with two wings,
One aids her flying.
The other like a sting,
That aids her on intuity piercing.
But she looses her wings,
Left with one but nothing.

Music pitch her tent on the mountain,
She travels from dale to fountain.
Her voice incurs pleasant thrills,
Set apart trees and rigid hills.
Boasting...

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“Was gesagt werden muss” (“What must be said”)
by Gunter Grass
translation by Michael R. Burch

Why have I remained silent, so long,
failing to mention something openly practiced
in war games which now threaten to leave us
merely meaningless footnotes?

Someone’s alleged “right” to strike first
might annihilate a beleaguered nation
whose people...

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Sheltering myself from unhappy thoughts,
is recalling those serene days on deserted shores...
picking up empty shells discolored and broken,
they mean squalor to the vagrant who has awoken!

Instantly I'm overtaken by the somber winter's blues,
it's the sureness of the February sky that deludes;
and turning myself into a...

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