Best Modernization Poems
How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love?
I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love.
Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers.
If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it?
Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities.
One’s feeling doesn’t seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort.
Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world,
Attempts and efforts don’t seem to fade away.
It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive.
So does God understand this?
Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many,
The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire.
The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again.
Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon,
One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies.
As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity,
Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt.
Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way.
There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests.
Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.
Categories:
modernization, devotion, faith, god, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Wandering the virtual
green fields of home,
I open the farmyard gate
fall into a haze of retrospect.
I see a “LMS Black Five” Locomotive
bellowing upon a utilized line,
ghostly sparks tantalizing
the embankment.
Below a paddock ploughed,
sown with scattered seed
to germinate this memory
of that time past.
I stroll the hoary lane
beneath a pale cold eve,
discover soft mist stirring
upon the low moor, in warps
of time, giving in to modernization.
Mile high bracken upon the Beacon
under a clementine moonlight,
in shadows drifting to and fro
like the tide upon the silken sea.
At the old cottage
in Sugar Hill,
I see a cut glass vase, sitting supreme
upon the polished surface
with rose, carnation and dahlias,
near by a collection of love
in all those wonderful bluebells
from Nesfield.
“In the old Jam Jar”
Entered 2022 Poetry Marathon mile 14 contest
Sponsor Mark Toney
13/9/2022
Categories:
modernization, old,
Form:
Free verse
Utopia's Slippery Slope Continuum
Trees of pink snow bloom
by the lake when Spring is full
Young warriors dream
...
Old warriors walk
Through dreamless trees of concrete
Modernization
3.8.2017©deborah burch
Categories:
modernization, allegory, change, perspective, success,
Form:
Haiku
Before morning sun was dressed for the day,
the white noise came and shook the darkness,
like swells swinging ships on the French Passage,
cargo ships before the engine was pulled
from the womb of modernization
Before the day break open the citadel of night,
leaving weak traces of dark shadows in small crevices,
the darkness was crowned with gold and diamonds –
stars gazing on eastern isles
The sand storms came from Arabia
and we walked with our eyes closed
The Atlantic rocked ships like noisy babies,
the white surge broke like whips,
pushing salt in our wounds,
and we prayed to the God we’ve forgotten,
but he must allow our curse to come to pass,
it was written of us
Souls were thrown in the locker,
as we were dragged westward
On rigid eardrums I play this song
Categories:
modernization, history,
Form:
Narrative
Our heritage vanishing
Before us it's diminishing.
Stolen from us in broad daylight,
In hopes of better tomorrow we delight
While in ruins our yesterday lies,
As vices thrive and culture dies.
Bleeding from blade of modernization.
Oh! Can't we see its colonization?
Though not based on our geography,
But it's aimed at our philosophy.
Built on sheer deluded logics
To corrupt morals and destroy ethics.
Like predator scavenging at seaside,
Awaiting her preys as it tides.
Yet calmly we swim the bloody pool,
Oh! Aren’t we tired playing the fool?
While traditions plead for rescue,
It's a pity we have no clue:
Mother tongues in oblivion,
Lost and exiled by western Albion.
We've sacrificed chastity
On alter of insanity.
Decency lost to the dogs,
Shattered in pieces by western logs.
Respect traded for shame
At the shop of white man’s fame.
Oh! Shall the culture we despise today
Be our treasure hunt someday?
From dawn to dusk culture cries,
In tearful days it slowly dies.
Categories:
modernization, africa, community, corruption, environment,
Form:
Elegy
Thoughts raised questions,
mysteries lead to discoveries.
Nyquist’s analog signal digitalization,
led to the electronic world modernization.
The door to victory is never known.
Opportunities towards success could be blown.
Choosing a path already chosen,
is safe yet done by a dozen.
But a road – not – taken is freshly paved,
which an opportunist considers being plagued.
Victory being unbiased,
could be claimed by an Ant or an Elephant.
A loser who is well bred,
shall rise and shine against any opponent.
Failures obscure a path well led,
leading to the novel achievement
A strategist sets to sail,
without dropping an anchor on failing.
Rowing through storms and paddling,
through the wrath without bailing.
The forest of success,
where flora and fauna are in million.
strategist encountering ferocious lion,
to grab a dandelion,
who dares to use a Venus fly trap,
as his guide map.
These are the life lessons of wildlife,
Engraving wounds of memories like a knife.
A winner with pumping adrenaline first crosses the finish line.
Loser slips the borderline,
racing to create the headlines.
Categories:
modernization, confidence, courage, dedication, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Forty two years and I've finally returned
back on the shores of the place I've long yearned.
So what pains of time have corrupted my dream,
where are the things that my memory has seen.
A mixture of people with one common cause
to nurture the freedom once lost in the wars.
To honour the past, but to live for today
and learn from life's struggles as they pass their way.
Penang now has altered, it grown with the times,
with modern and ancient now both intertwined.
Hawkers and Restaurants, Street Stalls and Malls,
the old and the new both now trading as pals.
I miss the old memories, warped now with time
as I now look at skyscrapers all in a line.
I long for the time when life passed by so slow
and wish it was all like I once used to know.
But people deserve all that life has to give
and the past only points to the way we should live.
With pleasure and comfort for all to enjoy
and not simply reserved as a millionaire's toy.
Penang has not altered, it's stayed just the same
with modernization relieving some pain.
It's beaches and gardens still open to all
let's hope that it's commerce is not it's downfall.
Penang's grown so quickly, compared to the rest
that it's old worldly culture is being compressed.
Whilst tourism flourishes, hotels take space,
let's hope that it's culture's not lost in the race.
So what now my feelings some forty years on
of this 'Pearl of the Orient' where life was such fun.
I still feel the warmth of Penang in my heart,
for in who I am now... Penang played the best part.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
modernization, moving on, nostalgia, paradise,
Form:
Rhyme
Somewhere there is a system
If one decides to study and listen
Finding global position
To finish its mission
Here we go shooting for the moon
Showing the kids lovely cartoons
And teaching them of a big blue marble
Such a life full of marvel
Then later in the day
There are sports all over the world they say
Using a satellite link
This is great the post-Vietnam innocent does think
For into space
Visual communication technology builds its case
Now in the two thousands
Mostly climbed this planet’s mountains
It is the darkness that has us eager to explore
Trying to open a mysterious door
This is how it goes
Being a super power you know
We are the best
From all the rest
Having beauty and brains
In our arsenal of gains
And paths to peacefully complain
But there seems to be something wrong
With our patriotic song
Did we over play our moralistic hand?
Helping others take a stand?
Or was it the fantasy we love to boast
Celebrating modernization coast to coast
On this Fourth of July
When we recount separation from King George’s lies
Let’s rehabilitate the red, white and blue patient
And make it a healthy nation
First prescription is respect and trust
Second would understand others without a fuss
If we can handle that
Not acting like spoiled brats
Our goals may come alive
Returning to the energy that is giving the best try
While exhibiting the all American rally cry
Categories:
modernization, america, child, innocence, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
Colonialism,
Neo-colonialism.
Independence,
Donor dependence.
Westernization,
Modernization.
Feminism,
Gender equality.
Gay rights,
Human rights.
Murder,
Abortion.
Nothing has changed,
Except for the words.
Categories:
modernization, irony, poetry, , western,
Form:
Gitanjali 11
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
Leave this vain chanting and singing and counting of beads:
what Entity do you seek in this lonely dark temple corner with all the doors shut?
Open your eyes and see God is not here!
He is there where the tiller tills the hard ground and the paver breaks stones.
He is with them in sun and shower; his garments are filthy with dust.
Shed your immaculate mantle and like him embrace the dust!
Deliverance? Where is this "deliverance" to be found?
Our master himself has joyfully embraced the bonds of creation; he is bound with us all forever!
Cease your meditations, abandon your petals and incense!
What harm is there if your clothes become stained rags?
Meet him in the toil and the sweat of his brow!
These are modern English translations of poems by the great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), who has been called the "Bard of Bengal" and "the Bengali Shelley." In 1913 Tagore became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. Tagore was also a notable artist, musician and polymath.
Gitanjali 35
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been divided by narrow domestic walls;
Where words emerge from the depths of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not been lost amid the dreary desert sands of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward into ever-widening thought and action;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
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Categories:
modernization, clothes, devotion, god, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
Modernization;
A person is skilled, sufficient and mature,
understands sensitivity of change to establish modernising.
Categories:
modernization, inspirational,
Form:
Haiku
A kingdom with flower citizens
competing with the west with discoveries and inventions,
boasting of a time-stretching written language
and a non-stop dynamic civilization globally significant.
White is for sadness and red symbolizes happiness.
Even with its obese geography,
all of it is timed under one scale.
Its culturally molded body-defense arts
originates from ancient hunting and farming skills
Unique in its glamour and special in its glory;
from the awe of greatness of the forbidden city
to the great modernization and powerful skyline of Hong Kong.
Also the beautiful intimidation of the stone forest
and the amazing human grit exhibited in the terracotta army building
all stand tall in the flaunting of the globes bragging rights.
Popular is the amusement established in the combats of crickets.
Inhabits one of every two swine in the planet.
Creation of ghost metropolis as its exhibition of economic power.
American census can’t even beat the number of its English speakers
and yet, the pipe sucking out its mental potential
is known to be the largest in the whole world
Categories:
modernization, earth, environment, society,
Form:
Ode
When money becomes a man’s greatest motivation,
timely treasures metamorphose into timeless temptation...
his desire to be richer than others will be the foundation
upon which he will build the castles of corruption.
When reckless rodents become the rulers of a great nation,
they preen in the pomp of power, prejudice and perdition...
And in their boisterous bid to win the next general elections;
they mortgage the future fortune of unborn generations.
A nation without a definite destination needs no direction...
to such, every side attraction becomes a source of distraction.
Since manners and morals were murdered by modernization...
Common crimes have become the core creed of our civilization.
“Change begins with me” is our new national salutation,
let every man carry out a mental environmental sanitation.
Politicians should embark on a socioeconomic disinfection...
Budgeting billions to milk millions should go into extinction.
Investors should put service before profit maximization,
Consumers should put need before undue satisfaction.
Family and societal values should be given optimum attention...
We do not need to re-brand a product still under construction.
If political offices continue to be a juicy platter and position
for the few to get economic and financial domination...
We should put the change-chains in the right direction,
Change begins when chain beckons on terrifying traditions.
Categories:
modernization, identity, inspirational, patriotic, political,
Form:
Monorhyme
*Democracy VS Mentality*
Globalization or mobilization
How safe we are in modernization
We're all a part of democracy
But how much we pray for mentality
But when our ego shows more humility
With friends and the fidelity
With all courage and maturity
Together we exert in unity
To see righteousness prevails in this society!
Busaba Patanawiroj
5 June, 2010
Categories:
modernization, dedication
Form:
Yes modernization is here
Islamic rules have made it clear
Pick up a small stick
And beat her to the wick
Make her understand
Obey your command
Pakistan is the modern land
Live like a man and beat at command
Only though because you care
To make her subservient and thus obey
She must follow your Islamic commands
And bend over for perverted desires in your satanic land
Now death to Israel
For they have committed the crime
Of being modern in un-modern times
As they saved the wounded of Syrians blood
They embrace humanity
Pakistan grabs a small stick
And strikes fear in the sexes
My god is there no common senses?
Notes: This is not to condone or condemn any Country. Merely to show how at times biases take things way out of context. At times the world decries one death, as in humane as next door hundreds of thousands take place under the silent ones of oppression.
Secondly this is specifically about The Council of Islamic Ideology a powerful constitutional body that advises the Pakistani legislature whether laws are in line with the teachings of Islam. There interpretation is of course ludicrous and I am well aware true Muslim worshipers would never follow such violent and antiquated teachings.
This came about from the CNN article http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/28/asia/pakistan-women-light-beating/index.html on the topic. On weekends I often partake in discussions at a Middle Eastern coffee shop, people from all over the middle east, where we have lively discussions. So it’s of note that this poem was the summary and views of the Muslim mates are I was sharing tea with.
Of note, many of them in their own countries could never voice any dissenting views without being tortured or killed.
Categories:
modernization, angst, dark, prayer, violence,
Form:
Free verse