Best Modernized Poems
While I was searching a book to read in my old school
Today maybe changed somehow modernized,
There were lot of rooms,
With many of the destitute instant of books.
Anyway, however, I was swerved..
This is my own school why should I hesitate…
The swot ..like swingle …
You’re my SCHOOL.. Swivelled on you
Who could have changed you like this…?
Distorted…
I am completely distracted..
At least the basement may be kept..
I went on to search into, the basement
My goodness, my school, everything distorted…
.. recasted ..
My sweet heaven you distorted, I am distracted..
I want to see the smile of the portia’s yellow flower..
Where is the doorway? And door steps of margosa?
The premises, the sun kissing ground..
All for me unseen world?
There is suddenly landslide:
Divination , there is my teacher pulling me out, digging
The landslide that covered me, the teacher with a mammoty
I identified first teacher ever remembering.
Now the light, my teacher…!
Pursuit smile ..national uniform in white,
How sweet he is…
A freedom is an epic.
Indian’s freedom is a splendid superior spectacle.
The common idea of million minds
And the common battle for billion hearts.
More than trillion cones turned to craft few patriotic arts.
The voice of millions of hearts
and the general target of billions of long darts,
Is to sizzle, stride and strike on British rule.
The Indian soldiers are much more than the most as massive
To collapse the fire fences and even set to die hard as leopard and be impressive.
Freedom fighters and soldiers work pronounces worth and delights
And their prodigy proves they are stubborn from dooms day till twilight.
The freedom they gained for us is a conflicting combustion.
Freedom is a noble construction.
Freedom is a hearty creation
Freedom is a worthy cognition.
Mahatma's values on peace and Nehru’s principles
made India Globalized, Modernized and Civilised.
Freedom is what we all should be proud of and lend our hand for nations progress.
Enslaved by dominance and shackles,
Submissively obedient in silence,
Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,
Man kneels and then bows,
Yielding to remain in servitude,
Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.
Tsar
tall, thin
carpenter
builder of ships
modernized every aspect of Russia
Government, Army and a vast Navy
supremacy
maritime
conquered
ports
cruel
selfish
devious
killed would be heirs
including his only son Alexei
A giant steering his frigate to port
exuding strength
armor clad
steadfast
Tsar
At 165 feet tall, "Peter The Great" is the seventh tallest sculpture in the world. Placed
in Moscow, near the bank of the Moskwa river.
http://www.galenfrysinger.com/moscow_peter_the_great_statue.htm
IMAGINE NIGERIA.
Imagine Nigeria,
Becoming a sweet fruit
Like my orange juice,
Imagine Nigeria
With patriotic youths
Who speck truth and
Make my future look
Good,
Imagine Nigeria
That education carry’s a
Concrete foundation,
Becomes a national tool
Towards economic civilization.
Imagine Nigeria
Where the Elders give me
Shelter,
As helicopters isn’t only
For the god fathers,
Imagine Nigeria
My area without malaria
Where the health system
Isn’t a trap wearing danger,
Imagine Nigeria
During the good and bad,
We all stick together.
II
Imagine Nigeria
Where majority is happy to
Sing her slogan,
Infants carry my flag high
On her shoulders.
Imagine Nigeria
That my export moves round
The world,
Without corruption been her
Escort.
Imagine Nigeria
Where terrorism isn’t the
MilitarY salary,
And unmask every stranger
Within her territory.
Imagine Nigeria
Where tension isn’t collected
Before pension, instead
The aged gather for happy
Recreation.
Imagine Nigeria
That electricity lights up
This city
Its connected with easy and
Distributed for almost free.
III
Imagine Nigeria
Where all my blames are not
Left for the leaders,
Instead, first caution our nuclear
Bread winner.
Never curse Nigeria
All I depend is these natural
Mineral,
I can never reverse the
Desperate immigrant,
Looking forward to construct a
Beautiful new river on
Another land.
Imagine Nigeria
When industries employ my
Indigence
And never appoint by your community,
Refineries doesn’t pollute the high
Sea and kill my cat fishing.
Imagine Nigeria
That farming is encouraged
By modernized planning,
Imagine Nigeria
The prosperity sister
Make big plans from your
Little area.
My governor isn’t a magician.
Imagine Nigeria
Beautified with Iroko
Sky scrapers, and
Ordained the genuine giant
Of AFRICA.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Perestroika, a love letter
Glasnost beaten by the devil
prison camps revitalized
repression modernized
for the new world
new wars the same young men die
Ukraine's children bleed red
Putin's delusions
unraveled Russian humanity
He could suffer no longer
he sang songs at the piano
in reminisce
languishing in time
that seemed to move backwards
solitude became intolerable
A marked man buried
never forgotten
in the wind a soft voice whispers
come my love
I await you
Love Raisa
Kigali! You’re a dream differed
An indefinite dream for unkeyed
You break too many hearts
Heal too many souls abruptly
Kill so many indeed loves
Thus incite a life of pretense.
You’re a money made lifestyle
A suitable dilapidate religion
A refuge to desperate buddies
That many believe you’re a curb
Yet you confuse fidelitous colleens
And deceive whoever you want.
But you’re a dam of opportunities.
Kigali! You’re a home without taboos
An essence of somewhat hopes
Where people move each night
Couples break back and forth
Relationships built over sights basis
Where everyone mind their own hassles
Big players are the best prayers
Where worship is a vital business
Preaching, a sophisticated deal
With a new mean of divination
Yet it’s got a certain overnight
And God is only sought by troubled!
But you’re a land of many chances.
Kigali! You’re a Neverland we never plot
Thus many of us don’t mind you
But still can’t revert to birthplaces.
You’re a confusing glittering promise
Enormous attractants diverting youngsters
Where speaking a mother tongue is illiterate
A place that changed many of us names
Where tramping is a tiresome sport
Many starve and won’t ever surrender
Such a place of modernity and technology
That even modernized feelings and foods
Bodies can be remade and looks created.
And you’re a center of creativity.
My fatherland oh Africa!
A robe of glory and glamour
spread on this terrestrial ball
with golden…green scenery
-a symbol of beauty and blessings
Africa! A mansion of might and memories
built on a dark rock…of mysteries
on which were engraved immortal images;
Thy rooms of strength and dignity
are pages of passion and pride
Africa! A giant on the global field of play
I saw thee in thy dark years
when thy strength was sapped by western parasites
and thy golden fluid sucked by white pests
- a slap on the face of fairness and freedom
But now oh Africa! Thou art fat and flourishing
and clothed with the robe of peace and unity;
Thy aroma of power, perceived by the super powers
Is once more tapped and used to rule thee once more
-neocolonialism modernized
Arise oh Africa! Thou art a king
thy princes have got brains and brawns
and thy princesses have got virtues and voices;
Arise out of thy sorrowful slumber
-let me know you this Africa, my fatherland.
the story of life
life is not a sugar
Cain stick
it is not sweet like
we want any more
intelligent human
has turned it upside
down
they are now in charge
we gave them the chances
all what they need
so we are tied up
to their ropes of
no justice
the story of life
life is not a bread
and honey Paradise
any more
it has been captivated
by evil human
so the righteous
always have a
cross to bear
the reality of life
now is full of lies
the truth is not legal
any more in too many places
the fact of truth is always
a closed factor
it is hated nowadays
so all we do is just follow
in an era of manipulation
the story of life
the reality of life
nowadays is painted
with struggles and suffering
that included everyone
we all suffer one way or the other
no land is a perfect place now
in a perfect world
the programming of the mind
never stop
the mind control system is still
in charge of our freedom
the super powers still waving
the flags of wars
the poor still in fears of their tommorow
what a life
what a world
a true life story
the story of life
life is a free zone
I wonder how true
is that now
the rich still richer
the poor remains more poorer
the games of civilization
is still the same
the greedy are still greedy
nothing has change
the old evil ways still
never gone
but only improve and modernized
to further improve
the captive of the common man
who innocently serve and
believe in his land
our life is nothing good
better than that of the old
years gone
we are still fighting
and that is a very sad story
what a story
the story of life
I go by Derz
and I'd appreciate
a minute of your time
to educate you with my words
of wisdom
excuse the slurs
I was higher than the solar system
that night was a blur, i was a victim
to the party scene schism
my actions are just a symptom
of rebelling against this crooked
economical system
they try to warn you
about the horned dude
looking through the eye
at the top of the prism
no one gets out alive
something like a prison
a medieval purgatory
a modernized reformatory
it extremely worries me
how ethnocentric
the people of the world can be
they only see what they want to see
what their minds have been brainwashed to sense and perceive
what the media
justifies them to believe
they're ignorant of their intent
no matter what they say
this territory isn't free
there is no such thing as free will
excuse me if I'm coming off as crazy
I forgot to take my pills
but if there was,such,
a thing
we wouldn't come together, as angry protesters
protesting,
against our cities protectors
who are unfit in properly
protecting,this community
and we, the people
have seen enough
if it wasn't for that badge
you wouldn't be so tough
don't forget that you're still one of us
and it is unlawful
as well as unjust
to kill innocent lives
of people who were loved
but no one can grasp and understand
what the fuss is
we don't mind, being blinded
just as long as we get our justice!
Regal in me
As a puppet strung in a rope
I remained tying with my bloc
Ever since I opened eyes and
Knew something with laugh
Regality soaked me as a morning loaf
As other I was said to follow with hard
To be gentle boy bearing 5 kilo load
Wept tightly aborting their alert
I remained failed in my regal
Sincere morality duties and obligations
I cultured lot of bore as herbs in horticulture
Still I bore a lot of pain in my reign
Remembering how to overcome modern regal
Those heavy awful teachings of others
Always perform to the effect of jet culture
Fly over the sky at tight right
Otherwise fall and sink in sea deep to die
Regal in me awakened more or less in life
Vertical horizontal diagonal fly
A kiss in the dream some time only freed me
I am the monarch in my blew regal
Classical test modernized facial
Removed hairs from thighs and hide
Very critical to accept with fair darling
In reality I am failure to digest in my regal
Matter of cosmos and let fly thought their
Sometime geared up high high in the bright sky
Ultimately downfall from there with great havoc to die
I never boarded in super jet fly
I invented a master plan for me to reign
Let standing myself in the monarch dream
A treat of tasteful opportunity,
If I stood first in the competition to win.
I remember redden face of lass
If she happened to raise rim of frock calf high
These days in my realm I need to bear
Two parallel mounds attract the eyes.
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring.
When winter’s ice stops up the water’s flow,
as small town folk expect, the Mill shuts down.
The Mill shuts down, yet people mill around.
Some weekend nights we'd see the miller’s son
and his young cronies heading down that road.
It happened quite often and we guessed why;
but knowing wouldn't throttle tittle-tat.
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
and farther still they traveled phone to phone.
From where we talked, such weekend visits spoke
of poker, gambling, maybe beer and girls.
Such gossip served to freeze up logic’s course.
Such gossip thawed the warmer days of March;
electric poles appear around the site.
Ice melts, revealing secrets - wheel creaks.
The secret is… they’ve modernized the mill
surprising us all who had run our tongues.
Its mighty wheel will creak now all year round,
all year round, just like the gossip mill.
Bring Peace to Whole World
Introduction.
This is Jim Horn who loves writing poetry and posting it
on Poetry Soup. I also hate typing. It is now 0500 in the
morning and I am just starting to prepare my latest poem.
Just started my Hawaiian Blend cup of coffee and am
drinking it. Laptop is in my lap and notebook with my
poems in it is on left side of me. I am reading what I
wrote down and posting it to Poetry Soup right now.
I always write down my poems in my notebook first.
My fingers seem to naturally flow onto the peace of
paper. Typing it up on computer is one of my dislikeable
points and even despicable as a cartoon character said.
This poem to me is the best that I have ever written. It
explains exactly how I would like my poem treated and
properly respected. I am the first to have broken Haiku
not Hiaku rules by rhyming some of the lines. To me,
this is a modernized version of haiku. Oh, and one other
thing. The website address should be at the bottom of each
poem so it can be located. Here is an example that was just
sent to me: www.poetrysoup.com/poem/quiet_of_the_night_696787
Lastly but not leastly, I feel that every poem should start off with an
introduction. Now on with the show and my poem. Jim Horn
Sun soon arose and later started to set
Then I would write one best ever and yet
That a poet has been written before
Will love everyone and thoroughly adore.
So great my poem always will be to me
Deep as an ocean wide like some sea
And tall mountain majestic and mighty
To be taken seriously and not lightly.
When further and further into poem explore
You will always appreciate it more and more
And somewhat later much to my very surprise
Poem would win a Nobel and Pulitzer Prize.
Prize by my President to me was presented
And to read it before Congress I consented
Poem is attached to wall in an archive
Forever and ever there it will survive.
God who I praise and because of Him
My each poem is in a book all of them
So you can now read and start to sing
Peace to whole world thy all will bring.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
All comments and criticisms are gladly welcomed.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bring_peace_to_whole_world_697785
ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER
Love your wife? Then say so - but better to do the dishes,
Clean the kids room, stuff she really wishes.
Love your son? Then spend a whole morning if you like
Showing him how to fix his bike.
Actions speak louder than words.
See that abused kid ? Maybe that once was you.
Ok - smile and speak to him, do.
Pass an old hobo in street let’s say?
Could’ve been you........maybe might be, one day.
He’s not always wanting money, just a hello, some respect.
Do your best in your job, with your friends, with your wife.
Be honest with yourself and all else will follow in your life.
Can you to your own self be true? If you can,
Then you cannot be false to any man.
It follows as night the day.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for John Freeman’s “Give Me Your Best Shot New contest”
NOTE
The last three lines are a modernized paraphrase of
Shakespeare's famous lines in Hamlet
Spring feels like seating on wagon clearheaded as judge
A wagon jobber’s cart splashing water while passing a river
Temperate air blowing and whispering around
A whim of holding my lover, haply defining life at a beach-
-took over me
Summer sounds like crazy god of fire, you can’t come near
Feels hotter as Indian spicy-hot food
Always accompanied with Chinese summer soup
Desisting from heat and flames
Flames of affection after sighting a lip glossed young tender modernized girl
Autumn feels like a newly wedded couple
Beautiful as autumn foliage flowers
Like arm of palace, majestically falling from trees
Falling like petals on grand party
Winter taste like luncheon meat
It reminds me the cheers and uproar on winter sport
Loud but uncharged
Cold weather striking through, a warm cloudy like breath sparks out of nostril
Holding on to my clothes like fungi
seasons of typical year, flesh and tender in my mind
everyday i pay attention to what next year will bring