Best Large Scale Poems
I’m looking to the sun searching for life’s answer
A truth starts to dawn, it could just feed me cancer
Still the moon’s mostly harmless, phasing away the night
Has a dark side too, that stays hidden in full light?
I know there’s darkness
upon my shoulder
I miss old flames
that used to smoulder
I feel sweat pour
and growing colder
I ache and shiver
under beads of solder
As for those shiny stars, twinkling in heavens high
Some are eons dead, still pulsing a white lie?
Our galaxy hoards them as supermassive treasure
Stuffed inside a black hole, that gorges at leisure
I won’t go nova
perhaps bipolar
I may lose my head
like a sniped soldier
I could love a god
not his mass controller
I will confess
the herd feels older
The cosmos gets younger the further out I look
Thirteen billion years of light, our connection took
On a large scale of nothing is how my mind thinks
The universe keeps growing, as its lifespan shrinks
I drag granite
upon a roller
I put my chisel
into the boulder
I sculpt an angel
but haven’t told her
she’s not my soul
just its beholder
My angel brings comfort, if not flattery
Helps to keep me grounded, in idolatry
If I was a god, my first commandment would be
Worship all those you love, and put them before me
By
David Kavanagh
Did you ever read a fairytale,
maybe the fun book was on sale.
I had a fairytale book with a huge purple whale,
riding on his back was a yellow fox with a pink tail.
the purple whale was large-scale,
the yellow fox loved wearing a ponytail.
They loved to drink ginger ale,
as they eat dishes of fruit cocktail.
Guess this is enough of my wild tale,
now off to buy a new fairytale book at a yard sale.
as she scales sea wall
humpback whale’s a humdinger —
aerial antics
1/17/2022
*palooza - a large scale event
Starting from Chota Nagpur plateau,draining into Hooghly;
Its our Damodar river, 'rope around the belly'.
Another name of Lord Krishna,
Rich in mineral resources,abundant in coal,iron and steel,mica.
It is a river in North-eastern India,rising with many tributaries;
Flows generally eastward course for 592 kms.
Passes through Hazaribagh,Bokaro,Asansol,Raniganj,Durgapur,Bardhaman;
Is the 'Ruhr of India' , led to the development of large-scale mining and industrial activities.
During Monsoon,huge volumes of water flows down the Damodar,
Overflow its banks and flood large areas.
It was known as 'Sorrow of Bengal' ;
Because of its ravaging floods in the plains of West Bengal.
The floods were virtually an annual ritual since 1700 to 1943;
Some of them are recorded horribly in Bengal's history.
Several dams have been constructed in the valley,
For the generation of hydroelectric power, which gained much priority.
It is the first multipurpose river valley project of independent India;
Modeled on the Tennessee Valley Authority of United States of America.
Damodar Valley Corporation to develop flood control,irrigation,generation,and distribution;
Of electricity, eco-conservation and afforestation.
Dams built on Damodar are Tilaiya,Konar,Maithon and Panchet.
Durgapur barrage to feed extensive system of canals and distributaries.
Tenughat Dam is also a dam in the state of Jharkhand;
It is a tributary of Hooghly,a distributary of River Ganga.
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Because of Him the grass grows green
And the sparrows sing their songs
The sunshine brings warmth to all the land
As the Easter season comes along.
Because of Him, a child's birth
Is celebrated, sacred, and blessed
An eight year-old child submersed in water
Cleansed and perfect, at their best.
Because of Him we can try again
Through prayer, we can be redeemed.
His gentle hands cleaning the apostles' feet
On His hands and knees, he scrubbed and cleaned.
Because of Him we have an example
And a path to follow every day of our lives
Where, if we follow the straight and narrow
With our parents, children, husbands, and wives,
We know that we'll reach His kingdom
Where He will greet us with arms outstretched
Call us by name, and welcome us home,
The kind lines on his face so delicately etched.
Because of Him, His sacrifice,
and the wounds that pierce His side,
Because of Him we can be whole again
Because he suffered, bled, and died.
Because of Him the sun on that Easter morn
Shined so perfectly on an empty tomb
Mary cried and wept, while He
Sought to ease her troubled gloom.
He lives today, He rose again
We will testify in every hymn
For today we rejoice, and celebrate
We have everything because of Him.
Sorry it's so delayed, but I'd forgotten to post this in time. This is my Easter poem
for the year. Enjoy :) It was inspired by a large-scale campaign by my church titled
"Because of Him"
I AM CASSAVA,TURN ME TO GARI ,SPAGHETTI, FLOUR.EAT ME AS FOOD,I AM CASSAVA CULTIVATE ME IN LARGE SCALE.I DO NOT DISCRIMINATE,I AM CASSAVA .PLANT ME AND WALK OUT OF HUNGER,POVERTY AND MALNUTRITION.I AM CASSAVA A GIFT FROM ABOVE TO HUMANITY.
HANUKKAH
Festival of Lights/ Feast of Dedication,
As a kid, Hanukkah
was the Jewish replacement for Christmas,
But even better!
We celebrated for eight nights,
Which meant eight presents!
It was the festival of lights
We ate latkes or potato pancakes,
We Played with spinning tops called driedels
Sang the driedel song
Opened one present each night
Filled up ona chocolate money called Gelt
Got all the adults to sing along
In our beautiful nine branched candelabra
Called a hanukiah or menorah
One Hanukkah candle was lit each night
An extra candle, called the shamash, or the "attendant"
Was used to light the others candles
Oh what a memorable sight!
Antiochus IV Epiphanes, invaded Judea
Came upon the Jews with a great army, took their City by force
soldiers plundered without mercy, slaying a multitude of Jews
Antiochus spoiled the Temple, stopping the ritual daily sacrifice
Judaism was outlawed, circumcision was banned, an alter to Zeus was erected
and pigs were sacrificed in the temple, the people lost their right to choose.
Antiochus's actions provoked a large-scale revolt
Maccabees fought a guerilla war, and won the battle
The Seleucid monarchy was crushed
The temple was purified and rededicated
Undefiled pure olive oil was required to light the temple menorah
Only enough oil for one night, yet the oil burned for eight, the people were hushed
Hanukkah, a celebration of struggle and liberation
Whether or not the miracle occurred
Is secondary to our continual struggle to survive
We place the menorah with candles burning
In a window, to show the world
We’re here, we’re free, and we are still alive!
If I could rule the world I would have everything my way.
I would change how countries portion their food supplies.
Countries like America have a large surplus of food,
While other poorer countries deal with large scale starvation.
If I had it my way
Everyone would know world hunger is caused by the lack of proper
portioning.
In the meat industry, livestock companies invest most of the world's
agriculture
In negligible amounts of meat.
If I had it my way
Everyone would know the seeds and corn to feed livestock could feed starving
people
Around the world
If I had my way
Every human would have three healthy meals everyday,
With clean drinking water.
If I had it my way
I would listen to our early father, and abolish political parties
Which only further create division in America.
I would ensure that everyone knew that George Washington told us not to
create parties.
Because he knew Democrat and Republican division would divide the people.
If I had it my way
Every kid would have a proper education
And be taught free thought.
And wouldn’t have a rate placed upon them.
If I had it my way
Everyone would know that everyone is selfish
But the best way to combat that is to be selfishly selfless.
If I had it my way the world would subjectively
A better place.
The Dark Obsession - for contest
Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for violence and ruthless destruction
Obsession of supremacy so dreadfully corrosive
Mad spree to hoard guns and WMDs,
Innocents or criminals, men or animals,
shudder with fear all that has life!
Collossal apocalypse of terror-waves ...
Atrocious erosion of moral and social fabric
Grotesque grimace at the principle of
universal brotherhood that underlies all our
holy scriptures!
Oppressed n' suppressed are the weak n' unequipped
Belligerent, pugnacious mindset mobilisation to bring
vitriolic ripping n' decaying of global peace
Peaceful waters turned filthy black with terror,
boils in the furnace to give to the globe a
shower of hot flowing blood!
Amicable contemplation to assassin this obsession
would bring no wars, no terrorism but peace!
Sustainable peace assured for the eternity!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
glossary:
WMD- Weapons of Mass Destruction
For contest: The tragedy of black
sponsored by: Bev Smith
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Written on: 18th August 2015
Ignorance Is Bliss
Here in Malaysia things are happening and citizens are rather concerned..
Besides the regular petty crimes and stories of the juicy kind ...
For the past year or so, this country has been embroiled in the 1MDB story.....
Then there is the matter of Goods Service Tax applied across the country...
Some folks are relatively unconcerned despite paying their income tax..
Hey, people! With the snowballing effects from Goods Service Tax....
Plus scandals galore involving the country and her deminishing wealth....
Everybody suffers, not just you and me, everyone you meet...
Of course some smarter one are even making more money...
Going by the government, it is just too bad it is not you or me....
And our ex PM is trying to do good despite his advanced years....
Not doing anything while he was PM and Najib was merely up and coming...
A case of trying to close the barn doors after the horses have bolted...
Crying bloody murder only when he found that the PM has a mind of his own...
Now that he is a PM, Najib is in power and looks to be in control...
Despite the many swirling accusations chipping away his reputation...
The PM is firmly in control and cries out it is all political prosecution...
On the ground, no wonder things are getting worse for the people..
The escalated cost of living with GST and large scale profiteering..
Depressed petroleum and rubber prices, we Malaysians are in trouble....
With accusing fingers being pointed at the PM from ruling government ...
And so much vitriol and regular negative news about this goverment....
Local news today are not worth reading for being so depressing...
And with the current political cat fighting, each political news is sickening...
Maybe one can play ignorant and be unconcerned for Ignorance is Bliss...
Malaysia Boleh.....
Mrs Claus made a viagra eggnog
To energise ol’ Santa Claus Yule log
His frozen south pole recovered large-scale
Wagging frisky as a puppy dogs tail.
Mrs Claus dumplings hubby does adore
Her stew warms up her Santa’s inner core
Gravy so thick that it sticks to their lips
Leading to bliss of a lingering kiss.
The black crow, a stunning bird
A closer look witness colorful inserts
A loyal bird with only one lifetime partner
Play hard, but work harder
Constant construction of the nest
Collecting grub while chicks rest
Spending a lifetime in one residence
I wonder if they have different accents
Meeting the rest of the community
Making sky patterns, cackling in unity
Intelligent species, that's how they thrive
Craftiness helps keep them alive
If a crow dies they gather from all around
A large scale funeral with a massive crowd
I give the old crow massive respect
But my chimney stacks a right mess
and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
A chicken diner stream is a recipe of combined cream but crossing a work surface is often best using traffic lights, zebra crossings and highlighted roadway maps. It is imperative to firm a very tight organised congestion. With cups to the left and glasses to the right the secret glow of gravity gravy is smiling at the floor. Yet shudders at the arriving sponge. Nodding. Nimble are the beetle bugs. Ooh a ballroom dancing spectacle for earthworms writing in packeted slices. Wow. Earthly eradication ejecting evil evolutionary evidence. But it could be said that dressing very casually is not the same as dressing in a greasy tissue. Fabulous isn't it? Queen gong on a long skinny street picks up a steeple and canters away. A catalogued misted mispronounced misprint of a moonlit mortal. Brighter is the bay before beauty bathes. And a beating bear brings bassist and bongos. Fantastical notions of a citronella cube. Formations frown upon upside down house bricks. And hot housework in leopard attire.whirling. A bun in a jar is neither a jar a bar or a bream in a stream. Straightforward structure strengthened strategy. And a large-scale looking leaking leaning lover. Haha now bake. Hahaha and bring a small frog and a little linguistic fish. Giggle then. Hehe head hornets. Xxxx constitutionalism z that was p y Q reporting on the corner from the facts. X
The sky is leaden,
season's first rain
begins to fall.
The earth is thirsty
but cannot quench it's thirst
and the sound of rain
is not soothing in summer.
For a shower's while
water spills over
the roads,lanes,yards.....
as local ponds vanished,
drains,rills encroached
and filled with clay.
The hills from where
the rivers originate are barren
trees fallen in large scale.
Though the paddy fields
await with glee the rain,
pitter-patter on the roof
brings little comfort,
for the price is still
to be paid.
The rain once welcomed
with elation
now falls on a jaded land.
Each time they are ready
to shift their belongings,
but not ready
to right the wrongs.
In a pucked out pick there is often a puck. Not 1 or 2 but several. Ships adorn the landscapes as predicted. When the sweet waving smiling swan secretes secrets with a bow from their arched necks. Wispy winds whistling warbling. The over energetic gorilla bouncing toffee flavoured tea cups is always a sign of troublesome curtains. Falling fleeing fearful frogs. And the wisest fruit salad is never in contact with bulbous demonic door mice. Dusky mops could never be described as hand sanitizers'. Hahahaha and now the wooden spoon is coming-out to play. Woo hoo. Quite quickly quickened quiet quite questing question. And a large-scale laughter. *** hahaha indoctrination inkstand ignoring igniting ignitions igloos. *** trapezoidal xxxxx ha z. ***