Best Ownself Poems
The Clown
a living metaphor
of what you see
and who it is
Still learning
to make a funny face
to walk differently
to perform
before an audience
A juggling fool
with worn out socks
in waiting for an applause
to satisfy a world
of melanchony
delirium,and expectations
Wearing the big black shoes
bigger than it's being
Keeping balance
of the imbalance
to nurture hungry mouths
that survive on half a planet
or what is left
To feed human shadows
which await the big blushed nose
and stretched out lips
Which await the mask
that veils turmoil and pain
The Clown
with a spirit to live
and a heart to die
is back in full circus
Splashing colours
on shades of grey
The Clown
a living metaphor
A tear away
from its ownself
The heterozygote twin
in the mirror
of a mortal smile
is back in town
and coming out to play.
If I were you
And you were me
i knew your sorrows
And you felt pains of me.
All roots of misunderstanding
Live in the heart of unknowns
We don't know well about each other
So misconceptions lead the differences.
If elders were youngsters
And youngsters were elders
They knew each other's needs
Thus disputes never sprout their seeds.
All you wanted to know about me
Same i wanted to know about you
if you want war and disputes should dwell in hell
then we shouldn't afraid to make World well.
If some day a miracle happens
All men and women change their gender
They can feel needs of each other
Thus Respect and dignity hurt never.
If humans were Nature
And nature were humans
Think what we get from Nature
And what we return holy Nature
What is the worst in the world?
Consider ownself merely right in the World.
If all persons are right
Then how deadly weapons get birth to fight.
As i heard about the contest
'The most beautiful person'
i packed my luggage hurriedly
and ran in search of that lucky person.
First of all i recalled my teacher
leisure time creation of the God
if eye may judge the winner was she.
But me and my friends were bitten
several times ,without beautiful heart
how can winner may be she.
Next i saw a body builder
well balanced muscles and bones
But he was soon lost the contest
because he was made
for ownself not for others.
All Physical beauty killed by time
so smart personalities lost charm
to win the most beautiful person
contest without more harm.
After that i saw half naked boy
sharing his alms with stray dog
unwilling i followed him
to declare the most beautiful
but regret he kicked the same dog
when it followed him in love.
So the search for most beautiful person
is still on if anyone meet a person
who have the beautiful heart
at universal place and universal time
Give regard ,the title and salaam
on behalf of me and mankind.
Mama,hush hush me to sleep,lullaby me to dream,take me to bed,kiss my
forehead,as you cover me with perfumed white linen sheets.mama,i
burnt my finger,i bruised my knee,but with a brush of your kiss,all
heals suddenly,mama's love miracle be.mama,tnks for the food,the baked
cannelloni,taste yummy and good,and on my birthday,some chocolate
cakes ,my beautiful sweet mama,bakes.mama,there is no one like mama
all over the world,mama is the most enchanting word.Mama,with your warm
blue eyes,your face full of smiles,you bless me,as from behind the
window,watching me go,you wave in goodbyes. mama,a woman so
faithful, in your believes,you taught me the beauty of God in all things,
in oceans,in skies,in flowers and green velvet leaves.Mama you taught
me to pray,to live day by day,to share with all others,to love my
ownself,your little girl born on the first of May.Mama,a dedicated
mother,a dedicated wife,for better ,for worse,in sickness,in health,
you're strong,you survive. Mama,there is no one like mama,
your heart full of compassion and love.My mother,my friend,a blessing,
God's greatest give from above,"Mama" ~the yellow rose in my garden. .
I love you mama.
I sat under the grey shadow of the gloomy night
Raising the closed curtain of the darkest day's flight
My heart subdued the voice of my inner shrine
Wiping the droplets of tears that wet my chine
I sat dumb hiding my impotence under the downy pillow
Unable to forget your pinched face that shot a thousand bolts into the clear billow
Would you forgive me if I just said a simple sorry?
Would that perturbed darkness on your mother's face bring back my glory?
Who is to be cursed in the stillness of this direful dream?
Who is to be put at fault amidst the leftover cherries of the melting cream?
Is it the almighty for his inhuman act of snatching your ability?
Or
Is it me for driving you into the envelope of the shooting debility?
I cannot forgive my ownself for this act of mine
I'ld like to one day witness your smile enlightening the global shrine
Yeah!
Only that can give me peace
Washing away the broken pieces of my guilt
P.S. I wrote this poem as I felt broken when I couldn't convince the head of our institution from sending a child who was differently abled away from the school. He has become so close to me and he loved me so much. He was kept in the school just for one week and I used to take very good care of him. As the boy behaved differently from the rest of the children, he was sent out of the institution. I couldn't do anything about that as I was not the decision maker. I couldn't convince the management as well. No one was to be blamed there. It's the management's duty to think about the other children as well. That night I couldn't sleep and something pinched me from inside. I still am not able to forget the face of that child. He gave a deep look towards me that asked me a thousand questions for which I had no answer.
The other!!
who is the other?
The other:is anyone
who is different from me,
from my believes.
The other :is the alcaholic
who can't stop drinking,
The other:is the drug addict
who doesn't have more space
where to inject himself.
The other:is the prisoner in
his cell forever for an act he did,
after his horrible upbringing.
The other:is the homosexual
not accepted by his parents,
cos of his sexual orientation.
The other:is the scyzophrenic
who is in an institute locked forever,
instead of cured.
The other:is the neighbour
in my street who does not
vote for democrats ,like me!
The other is the muslim,
hindu,protestant,
who doesn't share
my catholic believes.
The other:is another neighbour
with nice dark skin,
whilst mine is white
as a dove.
we're different but....
Ilove:the other
Ilove:the other as my ownself-charma
All these years at home, me and my momma alone
Daddy on the run, headed for the sun, he must of been..
Because I obviously wasn't his sunshine
Growing up wishing you were there when I had something to say
But now it's on pause, just like I am to write this
There's no more fightin' it, I hate you daddy
And I love writing it
All the love and hate will come out, I'll be spittin' **** you
And failure out of my mouth. And when I stop talkin'
I'll be in a craze, glaring at him
With my hate my hate and rage gaze
I'll kick up my feet, scuff dirt in his face
Tell him I put weed and lines of cocaine in his place
And enjoy the disgrace upon his face
And tell him that it's his fault for tappin' out in the first place
Left alone in this world of demons
Trying to find my halo in this crazy maze
Raising myself, daddy left
And mommas worrying about her ownself
Life ain't always a perfect song, it skips and studders
Fear, something nothing can cover
My will is what I discovered, feelings uncovered
She starts thinking and wonders
Here dad, I'm gonna use brain
Yeah, I'm a smart ass
Fourteen years later
And I'm pouring my heart out, at last
Making it my point, I'm taking off my mask
Getting it off my chest, and laying these demons to rest
But **** me and the way I lived
Playing dirty and not letting my emotions show
Couldn't find mine
So I stole someone else's halo
But used it as a frisbee and chased it to hell
Spittin' cards now with cruela di'ville
And I know you're here too, in this fiery hell
I'll find you and the corner in which you dwell
And when I do, *******
You won't be slithering no more
I'll take off you're scales one by one
Make you the one who's coming undone
Scatter your ashes on hells front door
Bye daddy, now I'm the one who's leaving
I'll shut it, make sure I slam it
Throw in a **** you and god damn it
God sure damned us alright
But don't worry, I'll be sleeping tight
Nightmares at night, no more
I found my heart at my core
Survivin', tryin'
Leaving this life behind
And one last thing to the guy
Calling himself my ****ing dad
I'm better off without you
Bull**** if I'm gonna let you haunt my mind
End of rhyme, I'm the one
Leaving you behind this time.
When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak
Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him
Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak
Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself
Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world
Avnesh yadav
Bestowed with life by One powerful Divine
Gracious with His love scintillating shine
I traverse roads: rose and weeded grounds
Flaming with a soldier's will to expound
From dawn begins my journey til sun sets
So many roads bided, my ownself to sweat
Courage bullets, I fire and fire
Pursuing success my ringing desire
Wait! hold on,don't go fast, echoes
Rush runs may thud a sporadic tempo
I have seen caterpillars dying as butterflies
Buds bloom, spreading aroma, by-and-by
The angelic aroma invites prosperity brush
It's rouge shows maturation like royal flush
Bravely. I go forth to reach every dream
Conquering beyond foggy upstream
If my own-self, a rebellion, resisting me
Earthquake moan to call a break-free.
Kaleidoscope faces became my preachers
A halo or a tail experience: my teachers
Tricky battalion of pressures stressing
Yet, camouflage trials bomb to blessings
Rewarding me with laughter and tears
Adding tons of memories to my years
Evolving beautiful to each season stir
Wisdom and love, now, my own myrrh
If I shall die this very day,
I hope my legacy not a dismay...
(C) Olive Eloisa and Malik Yaseen
9:38pm
September 23, 2014
" Revenant "
In direction unforeseen yet then 'nother am I drifted~
Winds have their way & through my whims have thus sifted~
Yet oft have been waves of similar significance~
Which may have been received with much less cognizance~
‘Tis said now & agin' were a man a bit more old~
Those truths which he ushered forth might not be so bold~
Were now I to be one o'the wiser & thusly called sages~
Methinks I'd be a'lookin' far far back through familiar ages~
Mebbe to those times of youth & greater glee~
Mebbe along those lines of women set so free~
Mebbe I'd look agin' & in so doin' so see~
Truth were so simply there right inside o'me~
‘Twere thoughts o'the mermaids all was it were~
If'n battles so waged created in mind still a stir~
I'd be a'not so a writin' this here little rime~
Nor fer certain would it be now not about time~
Nay say I naught ever dids't methinks~
Wherever whenever I took all me drinks~
‘Twere it so written in those stars way aloft~
Fer me to have grown old & verily so soft~
Fire dids't I breathe fer so so many o'those years~
Darin' & dancin' fer never a'knowin' such fears~
Damn'd so now to be found such a'thinkin'~
Lookin' yet agin' fer all maids to be a'winkin~
‘Tis silly methinks I've grown through these times~
So silly that methinks most always in such rimes~
Yet therein lies such question as to m'self must I ask~
‘Twas wha'for such a reason ye've taken yerself to task~
Aaaarrrrgh! Revenant! Thus I rumble from a'deep~
Awakenin' me ownself from greatest o'sleep~
‘Tis questions which do so bother me now all a'bluster~
‘Tis sense so common I'm a findin' hard to a'muster~
Answer me now those of ye in the know~
When where & wha'for does this wind now so blow~
I'm fer certain left with not any reasonable quip~
To any I'd be grateful fer any such a tip~
Nay nay now belay that I've just asked of ye all~
Fer were it fer certain time 'twouldn't be any such a ball~
Methinks I'll so settle back agin' in me familiar wild waves~
Takin' naught but those pleasures such as that which I craves!
SeaWolf
©
Every touch of decision,
Cast in the breeze,
Gaining velocity,
Coldness of the soul,
Firely outpour rage reaching strife outcome.
Poisonous darts laughing vainfully,
Engaging anyone on it's path.
Rapid strength,
Spread wide in areas of innocent.
Only to see fall,
Hearts of gold,
Shattered to chillness abyss.
Concern I should let be,
Keeping to my ownself?
One is correct,
But it is a battle within me,
Turning heart's head,
Looking somewhere else in pretend,
Accknowledging that wolves are still among the human race.
All men have born desires
garland of the prettiest arm.
Want to meet in the loveliest Place
Where no hurdle no harm.
She was waiting to Mr right
Spider webs to trap just right.
The sea of sand was all over
But emotions not mood to over.
Mirage born ownself in hot summer
Desert to quench herself
From the blood of the craziest
Creatures , mad behind the mates.
The thirsty traveller no mood
To give up so easily.
Move forward in the Thar desert
With wised steps gradually.
She was standing in isolated land
The desert at not present water tank.
To hug her crazy moth which
Will add a more number in her hunt.
Mirage produces in sunny noon
In sand to catch unknown fellow.
My friend was almost mad behind Angel
Don't recognise the upcoming fellow.
The body and the soul were thirsty
Very strong these were both.
No one ready to move back
So he travelled to quench both.
Now the real world and the real goal
Feet scored miles and miles to go.
Which goal post he wanted to goal
Still, didn't have a hole to goal.
His breath was leaving without any alarm
My feet were freezing without cold.
Dearest few steps your can make me alive
If you want to save ,without delay hold.
Come on, come on my kind princess
Come on my sweetheart
I have left the world far behind
Come on and hug me , if don't mind.
Break hurdle from surroundings
Break chains of illusion own self
Stretch hands to welcome me
Come out from the fairy tale thyself.
Don't become very shirty
I am not behaved as dirty
Please, quench body and soul's thirsts
No one can do this except you buddy.
I am dying without water
Millions yards I covered for you
Looks insufficient to meet you
But remaining must cover you.
But regret she was unmoved
And so friend was lying unmoved.
accept your future,
preordained for you,
without fear or doubt;
living your purpose,
be true to yourself.
“to thine ownself,”*
have inner faith
in your purpose,
especially.
worthy goals:
seek justice
cherish life
love truth
loathe hate
fate.
*an allusion to William Shakespeare's "to thine own self be true."
written May 30, 2021
Awards and Recognition
They patted selves on their very own back;
They do have all things which we will lack;
Am so sore,
We are poor,
Live in towers while we survive in a shack.
Many things medals and awards are about;
Who is the one who can give the most out;
Never sure,
Or can endure;
In whole system we do have much doubt.
People are upset like a boiling over kettle;
May meddle with system regarding medal;
Should correct,
Need for respect,
And this subject we should start to settle.
This could also apply to gerrymandering.
A new battle has become part of the game plan.
Who can give out the most awards and medals?
My company and the commander looks the best
when he gives out the most medals and awards.
Here is what I did so I could make mockery of
the system.
I had prepared my own request for the Army
Commendation Medal for my ownself. We were
in the final formation at Annual Training. The
actual Washington Army National Guard
Adjutant General was giving out awards. He
came up to me and was in the process of giving
me my award. He started reading the narrative.
He was about half the way through with the
narrative. He stopped and with a big smile said
that no one else in the world could have written
and prepared this other than me. The whole
Battalion broke out laughing. That was the most
meaningful experience I ever had in my carreer.
This is all absolutely true and correct. I had been
preparing awards for soldiers for over 20 years,
and this was a reflectiob of it.
James Thomas Horn
Personnel Administrator
Company C 3d Battalion 161st Infantry Mechanized
Washington Army National Guard (WAARNG)
17230 NE 95th
Redmond, WA 98052-3226
It is no longer in existance. WAARNG headquarters
is about three miles away from the AMTRAK Train
crash in Dupont, Washington. This is the longest
entry I have ever made. Characters remaining are
less than 700.
that girl ?
tha girl who smiles regardless of thee situation..
thaa girl who talks extremely too much whn she's bored,
thaa girl who everyone calls weird, but thats only because they don't understand why she does what she doess,
thaa girl who laughs all goofy whn she doesn't wnna say tha wrong thangg,
thaa girl who everyone comes to for advice, but dnt kno that she cnt even give her ownself advicee,
thaa girl who puts a smile on everyone else's face even whn she cnt put one on her own,
thaa girl who cries behind closed doors , & that girl who keeps it all a secret until she's around that one person she trust,
thaa girl whose friends thank that her family is crazy, but only to find out that they cnt even get alone,
thaa girl who does almost everything backwrds,
thaa girl who blames herself for EVERY mistake, but only to TRY to & make it a lesson learned,
thaa same girl that everyone calls REAL, but they dnt understand that she jus NEVER bites her tongue,
thaa same one who everyone says is maturee for her age & has bigg dreams,
thaa one who has always promised herself that she'd make her momma proud regardless of her decisions,
thaa girl whose heart is FULL of wisdom, but she doesn't even kno where it comes from
thaa girl who ALWAYS fall for HIS typee,
& ALWAYS end up in thee same position EVERY time..
thatt same girl whose hiding a secret from one of her friends, but she's afraid her friend may never understand......
ths girl.... that girl.... that same girl.... is me, because I'm that girl