Best Indirectly Poems
As I
Soak in hummingbird’s exhale
I feel tragic sonatas
Trying to chain
Trying to crucify
My sedentary grip on instability
I smell the repugnant commoner
Blasting scattered shots
Against yesterday’s decent
I became the handsome error again.
The godfather of uplifting idle minds
Sedated within the bosoms of complacency
Because, indirectly, I was the inebriated screw-up
Immunized with community pride
As 420’d lyricists
Puff corrugated burns
To keep their spine
Fused in relatable,
Flaccid significance
They dodge flagrant accountability
Like an intentional cripple
And I
Slow dance with agnostic prayer
There would be no commandments
To remind me
That I am still beautiful inside
Beautifully flawed.
Beautifully demonized.
Beautifully improper.
Ugly.
Yet, Gaia’s sun empowers this stanza
To breathe better breaths
To see what refuses to be seen
And no longer accept what cannot be changed
I carve milestones upon gravestones
In friends’ memoriam, nevermore
It felt peacefully redundant to be important,
Chiseling away the vowels of animosity
Attempts to hold my hands
Within this ambidextrous nightmare
Right hand, red
Left hand, chained
Courteous disdain
For developing minds,
Their figure of speech
Meant no blissful harm
With their 40 lashes
Conjured by judgmental testaments
Oh, how they preach for better tomorrows
While stirring yesterday’s pot
Becoming the “end” in “friend”...
©D.J.E.
Once you filled the room which hollow for a moment
Couples of days before new year eve we indirectly met
Hilarious to remember how we know and admire each other that day
Without knowing it won't last forever
One song... One song keep chanting me back to the memory of you
The song of blue sky collapse
Year goes by, first, second and more
Each of my story buried you without trace
Until today you seek me through the mailbox
Simple words as "happy birthday" and more words as "still think about you"
Surprised, touched, even mine still one more day to go
You missed the day, but you caught my yearn
Thousands words would I type to reply
But the fact my hands stoned
I missed you even more, sealed beyond these words
But don't know how to say nor expressed it through the blank page
Once you filled this hollow room
Once I ever loved you
But I found my better way... better life...
And decide not to look back
January 7, 2013
Dedicated to the person who ever dwell within the past of my sweet memory...
Author's Note:
If you want this poem to be perfect to be read, I suggest you to open this link; https://soundcloud.com/adhitiasofyan/blue-sky-collapse
"Blue Sky Collapse - Adhitia Sofyan" and hear it along while you read this poem, this is my favorite song and I drown already :)
You'd think by now companies would have seen the light
And stopped trading in Russia and doing what is right
But many big companies are still there, raking it in
Indirectly funding that war mongerer Vladimar Putin.
See the list of companies above and remember a name
How the hell do they sleep at night, have they no shame ?
Their profits are being payed with Ukrainian blood
Bodies of innocent people lying dead, in snow and mud.
Russians are cowards, man to man they won't fight
And fire missiles indiscriminately at everything in sight
A sign of sheer desperation by an evil Russian despot
But Ukraine is fighting back with everything they've got.
Written 10th March 2022
Subway, Pirelli, Hellinic bottling company
The Citigroup Inc, Herbal life and KFC
Also the Kimberly Clark Corporation
And Hilton are a disgrace to every peace loving nation.
McDonald's have now pulled out and have stopped trading
Or they'd have been in this poem that I'm naming and shaming
Sanctions will only work if every one is on board
To cripple that evil nation we need to cut the cord.
There are probably many more and I'll add them when I see
They're all still trading in Russia, helping their economy
Haven't these companies got one ounce of shame
They're indirectly helping Russia to bomb, kill and maim.
Show support for Ukraine, show them that you care
Buy your food, drinks and services from alternatives elsewhere
I'll never buy from them again as long as I'm alive
I'd rather die of thirst and hunger rather than see their profits thrive.
A big thanks to those companies who've already severed ties
And those innocent Russians who have seen through the lies
The price of goods will rise but it's a small price to pay
To ensure freedom prevails and Putin doesn't get his own way.
Written on 8th March 2022
Silent Wisdom
Did you see?
Did you look?
What do think?
They are so… … ?
Words heard directly,
indirectly or by accident,
but never by intent.
Not things you would say…
to anyone’s face,
especially theirs.
No!
Not things you would sing.
Not things that you would want…
said about you,
or your family.
Let the words die before they live.
Let the shadow of their ugliness,
roll off the backs or pure white ducks.
Swimming in small lake,
That turned out to be an ocean.
That ended up the sea.
Forgetfulness.
Welcoming everything,
that should be silenced,
long before it is
ever…
given breath.
Silence is my native tongue, when I open my mouth
My true and unclear colors come out.
One may see me differently, but I know I’m still the same.
I have many countless layers yet, shysters still don’t see me,
But judge me. My crimson eyes have been polluted
By gossipers and power hungry fiends.
Sometimes I forget who I am and in doing so, others do too.
People see me in a different light saying things like,
‘Oh she’s no angel, and quiet people can’t fight.’
What angle are you viewing me from?
You think you can create or be a better me?
Even in the hallway fiends seem to think
I’m alone among the sea of blue lockers.
Speaking indirectly, their malicious tongues
Spit venom, attempting to ignite forest fires.
Yet I remain un wilted by their itchy voices
That begs to be scratch by my cold hands.
I am reassured by my quiet brothers and sisters
With the touch of their slight nods and ever watching eyes,
That if those shysters become beaten like dead corpses
They will remain an unsolved cold case.
Our mute sounds bark louder
Than any wondering spirit and our eyes hide
The fact they we are both cunning and bold.
I am a chameleon, the wind moves
With my spirit like a leaf
Dancing upon invisible seas.
Don’t take this silence for granted,
It has backbiting edges and some sharp curves.
Since I know all this, why should I say a word?
For more details, please see my Blog dated 7th April 11
'In India, a new Revolution is in the offing'
A New Hope shown by Anna Hazare in India
A new torch is there in your hands, dear Anna Hazare*,
A torch by which you are waking up the souls
Of millions and millions of our sleeping citizens.
To wake up and to remove the curses created by many of our
Corrupt bureaucrats and down to earth polluted politicians,
Such people inspire only directly or indirectly in my country
Violence, crime, corruption, and greedy coalitions.
No words are sufficient to thank you, O soldier of Gandhi,
As by non-violence, only Gandhi wanted to change the society.
God has given you an opportunity to do something,
O bold soldier
Several hundred thousands are standing with you and
Millions would join your campaign for removing the curse of corruption,
Effecting our country and many countries of the world,
All these are the result of ever-increasing greed and misdeeds of many such bureaucrats and politicians,
Such people are ruining many countries of the world by their
Ever increasing lustful temptations for money and greed for power and pelf.
In an era when the world is facing its new Renaissance of knowledge and awakening,
We salute your guts and efforts to bring a wind of change in my country.
Just keep walking with the torch of courage and hopes you have lighted,
As millions and millions more are waiting to join your efforts or
Waiting to start a campaign like this in every country,
As all the nations of the world are facing the tortures created by unworthy bureaucrats
and politicians.
Keep the torch high to light up the nation with a new light,
Our dear soldier Anna Hazare.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th April 2011
Anna Hazare* . Anna Hazare is a 73 years old man and one of India's
well-acclaimed social activists. A former soldier in the Indian army,
Anna is well known and respected for upgrading the ecology and
economy of the village of Ralegan Siddhi which is located in the
drought prone Ahmednagar district of Maharashtra state
You took her
From all of us
You got the blame
You never understood us
You ignored us
She loved you
She then ignored us too
You created a sort of destruction
In the hearts of us
Indirectly
You caused the creation of fear
A fear of abandonment
A fear of alcohol
A fear of our own mother
A fear for our own mother
A fear of her destroying herself
Just as you had
You were a creationist
You were an artist
You were the sculptor of the
Dent in the wall
And the musician of the
Noise upstairs
I never had much of an appreciation of your work
But asked by the only woman capable of loving you
To create something of the memory of you
I create something too
I string letters together
To create words
I piece those words together
To create statements
And with these statements I say the only thing on my mind
Since your heart of cruel origins stopped beating
Thank God you're not here
To create anymore.
After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,
The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,
Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,
They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,
What they want is just conflicts?
In the entire world's districts,
They like when people kill each other,
Its how indirectly they do smother,
Try to understand that what is a war?
Because it opens up the profits door,
For the imperialists and dictators,
And of course their very own creators,
When imperialists start a war,
They make sure that its paid for,
So they pose to help by selling arms,
As if they are selling them charms,
In return of arms they make money,
So much that its not even funny,
On the other hand people also die,
In the region where they don't comply,
They want the entire world to obey,
Their orders and want them to say okay!
As long as one stays this way,
A nice attitude they will display,
But for instance if one says "NO" to them,
At first they get angry and hem,
And then come bans and sanctions,
Penalties all kinds of aggressions,
And still if they are not successful,
They wage a war to make stressful,
So that's what they did in Syria,
It was their anger and hysteria,
Because they couldn't do anything,
And through a war they wanted to sting,
But they forgot that who they are facing,
And what kind of a enemy they are racing?
They already are, their army, replacing,
And because of defeats they are reducing,
The Takfiri terrorists they brought in,
Are ruthless and not even human,
They are ripping chests of people,
And eating their hearts like animal,
So west and its cruel tactics,
Has nothing to do with the ethics,
So once and for all everyone,
Let's finish savagery which has begun.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
Canis Lupus, gray wolf of forest and brushlands,
Where denning sites throughout are plentiful and safe,
With gifts of strength, endurance and great stamina,
You travel on for hours before fatigue sets in.
As Alpha male, joined with your Alpha female mate,
You lead the pack which heeds and follows your commands.
You join in pairs, or go alone at times, to hunt,
Exhaust your prey on lengthy runs to wear it down.
Sometimes in gathered pack of ten or even more,
You hunt for prey to feed extended family—
A group that works together and shares equally—
After the Alpha pair, main hunters, had their fill.
You choose large prey of herbivores, but if they’re scarce,
Small animals like rabbits, squirrels, mice will do,
Along with all domestic prey on farms close by.
You mate for life, produce young pups, from four to six,
Most times in later Winter or in early Spring,
Within your dens, the young are whelped in two months plus—
Born helpless, blind, but are full grown within one year.
You indirectly helped to shape domestic dog—
Through common ancestors evolved the “man’s best friend,”
With many varied breeds that formed throughout the years,
The dog and man create relationships that bind.
Canis Lupus, gray wolf of forest and brushlands,
You stand with warrior command, head held up high,
With gifts of strength, endurance and great stamina,
You have endured and thrived eight-hundred thousand years.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~2nd Place~
Contest: Canis Lupus – The Wolf
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 04/12/2015
Iambic Hexameter
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Freedom makes man responsible for his acts that they are voluntary
Progress in virtue
Knowledge of the good
Enhance the mastery of the will over its acts
An action can be indirectly voluntary when it results from negligence regarding one should have known or done
Example, accident arising from ignorance of traffic laws
Written 09182012
This poem doesn’t rhyme but it is a quatrain with a couplet.
The Form is: Sesta Rima
( this is my way to bring out what i see and what i object to ... the happenings in the state of Goa )
When strange lands begin to unfold
And pathways commence to get green and fold
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
(to the real estate mafia.. not all builders)
When the naked tunes of glum hilarity fill up the air,
The cacophony of eight notes in the eardrums blare,
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
( the many bhavans and academys)
When the scribbling on the wall,
Will be the last call
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
(a portion of the fourth estate)
When the ageless form will break up the glass,
Seven years of bad luck will come in en mass
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
( to some of the so called environmentalists)
When the sky will not itself clear
Our sights will be blinded to long way from here
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
(To some of the politicians of goa)
When the worms crawl out of the torn can
Brain drains itself and ruptures itself like a self destruct plan
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
( the traitors who under value Goa)
When the cold from the ice,
Will itself pay the price
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
(the bars, shacks, hotels who overcharge to make a fast buck )
When the ore form the Goan mines,
Will persuade the lawmakers the rules to redefine
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
( the suffering middle class & the people depending indirectly on mining )
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke
Please stand up with me!!
( People of Goa)
Nigeria.
The country of my birth. Beautiful in youth. Wrinkled as the years pass by. Through no fault of hers. But by the doing and undoing of her children, consciously and unconsciously.
Blessed by God. Impoverished by mankind.
Struggling for self-liberation but incarcerated by wicked and egoistic souls. Souls who prefer to squander and milk the nation today with the goal of enjoying life and securing the future of their lineage.
Nigeria.
Everytime I read the dailies, the thought of what might have been makes it all the more pathetic. A nation whose citizens should ‘swim’ in milk and honey. Whose name should be revered amongst the comity of nations. But for the myopic thinking of our leaders – past and present – we are where we find ourselves; in the woods. The genesis started with their actions and inactions.
Directly or indirectly, the fault is ours to bear. Forget colonization. Forget its offshoot, neo-colonization. We can be what we want to be. Fortune favours the prepared.
Nigeria.
A weak giant.
Clueless leaders.
A country with no respect for history. For the rule of law.
Whose citizens are permeated with a brief memory span.
Nigeria.
How can looters still have the temerity to contest elections after their misdeeds some years ago! And people will vote!
Another election is forthcoming; we will forget the ordeals of the past. And vote these insatiable, power-hungry, monstrously greedy, sinister people called ‘leaders’ into power!
Posterity will judge. If it can’t, then God.
Nigeria.
Girls are being kidnapped. Maybe raped and dehumanized. Students are on strike and the government does not give a hoot. Some governors are forever enriching themselves by passing bills that will pay them billions of taxpayers’ hard-earned funds. Pensioners are being owed. Poverty is on the increase. Unemployment too. Crime. Name them.
All these in a sane country!
Nigeria.
Until our ‘leaders’ are stopped from travelling abroad to treat headaches.
Until a law is passed mandating their children to school in public institutions.
Until every politician is made accountable for every kobo spent.
Until the rule of law is supreme.
Until our votes count…
Things will sure fall apart in this country.
In English classes my skull would be reelin' with a myriad of perplexities,
Strugglin' to cope with English Composition with its multitudinous complexities!
I could never comprehend (and never will) the mysteries of verbs and pronouns,
Or danglin' participles, prepositions, conjunctions and irregular nouns!
"Your future will be mighty bleak", my patient teachers hinted indirectly,
"If you don't learn the intricacies of the English lingo now and correctly!"
The long-sufferin' teachers considered me a dunce and their hopeless bane!
I wanted to be a pilot! How was this folderol gonna help me fly a plane?
Incomprehensible to me were past, present and future perfect tenses!
Invariably, I bungled those terms in trying to compose any of my sentences!
Fiddle faddle! Why, I mused from my naïve and youthful perspective,
Would I ever have any use for a comparative or superlative adjective?
My favorite classes were glee club, art and gymn, each in which I did excel,
But adverb clauses, proper and predicate nouns to my mind just didn't gel!
The use of consonants, vowels and indefinite articles left my head a-spinnin',
I couldn't understand the use of predicates or proper titles from the beginnin'!
Thankfully, after the vicissitudes of high school and bewildering frustration
I somehow managed to accumulate enough English credits for graduation!
Well, I reckon I ain't never gonna be no good at parsin' a sentence no how!
(Wouldn't my teachers be proud of that line - or would me they disavow!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
I did that!!!
I stabled the child
In his chaste, and kill his dreams
While he wanted help
I saw his pain flew
Before the wick act of mine
Felt his field of pain
I could help him from
His savage time under woe
But I show no love
I could make a spark
Of light made a difference
But I was too sloth
He wailed with strong pain
That I myself felt his wounds
But I was still numb
He was a gold child
‘Cause of his youth or future
Of change, the oil o’ it
I should help him ‘cause
In my times, I was in his
Place, and eke hurt
I had all to help
Him, but I ignored him.
It was my dark eyes…
Whatever his pains
Were, I had the hands of pelf
For I show no clack
Thus, he died under
My sight indirectly for
People, but me – no!