Best Parity Poems
When I reached at 4,
My father brought,
A packet of gift;
Held me to heart,
Kissed my cheeks,
Then handed to me,
Saying "happy birthday my son,"
Opened and showed,
The Sten gun and pistol toy"
Saying "this is a perfect gift for boys";
Taught me how to use,
Saying "Perfect machine
for your 'war and peace' game";
Paused for some time,
Then gaze in my eyes,
He pulled the plastic trigger,
Displayed usage of toy,
Saying "world is violent,
May need one day";
World spends more on weapons,
Than feeding needy poor;
Impels the innocent poor,
By provoking slogans,
of religion and race;
Stimulate virgin minds,
"To hold the gun in hand,
And ask for peace, parity";
Weapon deals are
So profitable business,
All benefit whosoever involved;
Reaches to Hungry and poor,
Where Food and medicines,
Can't reach;
Weapon sale gets momentum,
In the name of peace;
They know how to split,
Divide and rule;
In the name of world in peace;
Fly dove of peace in the sky,
Then give weapon to shoot;
© sadashivan nair
Are you who you say you are
Or is it just a ruse
Who are our leaders
In literal abuse?
In a competitive world
As we share our work
Do we waste our time
In this murky quirk
There are angels and demons
Who hide among us
They stand by our shoulders
Their front, as they discuss us
Is it deliberation
They read us by chance
Or misrepresentation
They just give us a glance
Questions need answers
Reads need to be right
Equality breeds parity
It's either black or white
Can the day ever be seen,
Where we respect differences among us all?
Or must our obedience to an
Angry God, force a hand to build a wall?
If morality is justly placed, the
Spread of power must be even and diffused.
Where all are given parity, and the
Truth will be observed, not refused.
Because when we open our eyes and mind,
The roots of chaos are sown buried and deep.
While they strangle the harvest of humanity,
Without a season so it will never sleep.
This issue can be seen globally,
Traversing time and continents with its reach.
Yet the conclusion has created a divide,
With a corrupt answer leftover to teach.
And while mankind seeks a lawful remedy,
With a color spectrum filtered by black and white.
Hope and faith may survive a universal
Reality, that's forever present between wrong and right.
Written: April 6, 2024
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We dwell in the sanctuary of slumber.
Where stars fade away, light may encumber.
Oh, the comfort found in weak rays of light.
Do they disappear quickly as a passing night?
Fireflies dance upon the summer's veil.
As winter jar embraces me, I stand pale.
Gazing at horizons, seeking a distant light,
Does it seek me, too? In the depths of night.
It softly murmurs, filled with a deep desire.
An intricate interplay of destiny and attire.
Does it hunt me down as well?
It behaves as if it were a mild wind swell.
Keeping hidden tales from the light.
Articulated with precision and clarity.
Seasons, adorned with heavenly sight.
Nature's pattern was weaved into parity.
In hues of gold and crimson blaze,
A symphony of beauty, nature's praise.
Whispering gently, my name echoes.
Through the corridors of time, it flows.
A melodic refrain, gentle and sweet,
In the realm of echos, our souls meet.
Bathed in a light embrace,
Reaching optimum grace.
A speck emerges, sudden and small.
Darkness that outshines them all.
Oh, that ethereal glowing
A strange beauty, perfectly flowing.
Gravity, oh, how it strikes, high
With a force that no one can deny,
It hits adamantine, with all its might.
A power that holds us tight.
THE SIXTH MASS EXTINCTION (Manmade this time)
The sixth extinction is at hand
It's grasp extends to sea and land
Earth shone blue in darkness of space
Extending its welcome to a human race
Earth long was seen as a life giving planet
Many animals too made their homes on it
Humans judged they were subjacent to none
Dominated all creatures under the sun
Animals are not lesser because they aren't human
Humans are lesser for what they did to them
The natural order mandated life's forces
But Man's greed drained earths' resources
Earth was the planet once singular in space
Now has the color been drained from its face
Earth was a planet of great singularity
Nothing can now return earth's parity
Earth once a planet of green and blue
Faces a change in the shade of its hue
Life was the reason for earth's special place
It's now gone and earth is a cold rock in space
A creature called Man caused this cosmic disaster
The Cosmos declared Man not allowed hereafter
ELIZABETH SMITH
Inspired by a new contest
that has recently appeared
in The Soup.
It seems the gauntlet, (has been thrown down)
A line drawn in the sand
A challenge made to see "What's What"
To those who'll fall or stand
And strips away the accolades
Of poems that are bland
No more X's, no more O's
No more patting on the backs
No more two word kindly comments
Just the straight but helpful facts
And when dissecting poems
Try not to use an axe
You might be toting genuine skill,
Or blessed with parity
But writing Great Stuff, takes more than just will
Now, that's been a rarity
To get critiqued on ones own bill
Instead of pop-u-lar-i-ty
ODE TO THE BATH-HOUSE
Vladimir Vysotsky
God, bestow on us your salvation,
God, your blessing bestow on us,
When we, dirty, begin the lavation,
Washing spirit and flesh in the bath!
Mother-water’s renascent, reviving,
Healing ugliness, sickness and sores.
Here you feel how nature is thriving,
Here you feel that the birthright restores!
Sins and faults, in your soul embedded,
Any nuisance which grinds you or bores,
By hot steam that’s been lavishly added,
Are knocked out of you through your pores!
All your torments are evaporated
And dissolve in the sky to your mirth;
Being freed from your vices and hatred,
You can start a new life on the earth!
It’s not washing – it’s purification!
Don’t you rush outside, take your time!
Give your soul some hard perspiration,
Steam away all its mire and slime!
Naked bodies – defects are not hidden.
Never mind! You’ll be cleansed and renewed!
In the bath-house just like in Eden:
Only those can stay, who are nude!
Rid of pride when the pants you are stripping,
Rid of vanity, being undressed,
Since a besom is equally whipping
Any legs, any back, any breast!
How one is exactly like others
In a sauna you can esteem;
All are free in the bath, all are brothers
And the parity rules in the steam!
Through the bath-house pass generations,
Through the water, that’s holy and prized,
Through affection, through mercy and patience
We, barbarians, must be baptized!
Translated by George Tokarev
© GEORGE TOKAREV 2003
Life’s equilibrium hanging on force of gravity
Rotating day and night uniformly in parity
In mystique of universe ceaselessly expanding;
Will vagaries of time tip the balance of being?
October 1, 2021
The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey
She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared
Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind,
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin
Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag
She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks
Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate
Potty Parity
I sadly think when I have to go badly
that perhaps it’s petty, but were I a man
then I would already be in the can!
When Freud enjoyed his heavy levy
that women have toyed with “***** envy”,
maybe he meant these frequent lines we resent!
If annoyed women employed their un-“suppressed” quest
against the rarity of “potty parity”,
we could befuddle Freud in his zest to muddle
through women’s very best “protest puddle”!
- E. V. Wyler -
No road elects to prune
a wavy path past mindless
parts of this life,
resembling our ghosts,
my love
I need no hearing,
no strings and
no sounds,
I need only hear your voice...
No love selects a raindrop's
teary glide,
that leaves a broken heart
unheeded,
my love
Those wails we use to un-robe
a sheath of repeated loss,
Demand we know...
and say no,
the second before we deplete
the trust
My love,
I know no worth
beyond the faith you bestow on me
No right to think
aside from that storied
black man steel
My world elects to choose
your captive smile,
kept in tow for him...
to signify
my love denied
My love,
That welts and strain
wrap our shared images with a glare
is an un-repeated refrain,
of the sunlight at dawn
That strands of desolation
retain misguided parity
with our measured truth,
is dusk's residual question
When rivers line up neglected masses
of sand
and our curative rain ceases,
in the resulting twilight...
We can only call belief, endurance,
and call sanity...brave
We invoke a fictive trust
replete with faith
For our elusive love to live
endessly
With you, my love,
We ask questions of fate,
that dies under rocks
unturned...
unheard...
Until the fate itself
loses its life
in a lost dream's unneeded
disguises
Our triumphs
call our dark moments reprieve
when all else fails
We lose our loves
in reprieves and dreams,
for our daring sanity
to stay brave
We call for each other's loves
to return like haunted dreams
To say for you my love. Unsaid.
And for me your love...
to never know
for sure...
Hit Me with Your Best Shot - We are Orlando
A rainbow of all the droplets of color,
begins to run with a red that bleeds.
And from the sky it can mix any palette,
instead of parity and one of misdeeds.
The drinks are mixed in fun and joy,
as lanky men dance Hip Hop in form.
So young they live, despite brutal hate,
and also know, they're part of the norm.
The music peals, the voices double,
and laughter sings within their eyes.
Two women dance, a close hot Rumba,
they're young in age with spirits wise.
A bartender zips out the orders of shots,
for two Hot Damns and one Captain Coke.
Bring on five more of Irish Car Bombs,
it is last order up, with the shots, not a joke.
In the gray swirl of the dance by the girl,
and the dudes there, more happy than gay.
Hearing shots, not the drinks, no time to think,
as their bodies fall, the last breath in the fray.
Falling down like the movie, or empire!
Jumping fast, through a hole in a door.
Disappearing, becoming camouflaged,
to hide like an elephant stuck to the floor.
The man in the dark is unhinged and unstable,
he laughs at himself, the dying, their fears.
He's no martyr; his cause is but suicide,
to splash in their blood and dance in their tears.
Who bore the arms in protecting the innocent?
What ammunition or gun rang freedom's bell?
Was there life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
when at the nightclub, in Orlando, the last body fell?
By Edlynn Nau
© June 14, 2016
Flag Day
Wrangled truths consistently warn
wrinkled ideals persistently withdrawn
blatant bargaining the hopes of the new-born
banned are the muscle and the fighting brawn
Attained and sustained consciousness abide
ardent and absolute realities adorn
slowly creeping down an unforgivable slide
slated by an over souring scorn
Red and black bandanna's revered
riled and vile of a rebel royalty
land of lakes and volcanoes leer
lost in furore of a forgotten loyalty
Partitioned by purity of parity
pride of blood begins to pour
cloaked in the simplicity of clarity
correlated and formulated by the core
Democracy left hanging and dangled
demonstration of a presidential dud
messy, madness forged and mangled,
mired, muddy and muddled in mud.
(Sandinista realpolitik)
Ecological Colonization -
"the action by a plant or animal of establishing itself in an area."
Each spring the pine trees become quite distraught
considering it a mere childish ploy
that neighb'ring maple trees without much thought
must litter the ground with their silly toys.
The willful whirly birds with tensity
find life each fall equally distressing
since pine needles have a propensity
for clutter by untidy undressing.
The hybrid elms propose a postulate
attempting proof that those who are living
with a roommate's rude failure to placate
must learn the pensive art of forgiving.
The plan was to establish parity
between the two trees, the maple and pine,
by having each tree speak apology
putting request for pardon on the line.
Sadly the prose from the trees went south bound
when a pedantic oak cast its acorns
like aspersions upon their common ground
and the gum shed its sap on the hawthorns.
My pigeon's nest had two squab
I could observe both to remain silent
Only until the mother arrived, as both rose to grab
As both jumped and became jubilant
One was more aggressive than the other
Other one too was happy but not forced the mother for a feed
Appetite you may adjudge, with the force of chasing the mother
Demanding feed from mother is an unwritten deed
One chased the mother to get more share
It looked as if there is a fight
Mother knows how much to spare
Once one’s quota is fed, mother turns down outright
When she is forced, mother closes her mouth
Also shows an innocent face, as if food storage is emptied
While mother looks for the other, to offer by stealth
Former is not contended, though mother belied
The mother maintains more patience and maturity
Never gets perturbed on such chase game
Fairly and firmly she shows, in care and concern, parity
Former may, in a hurry, choose the mother to blame
Only mother knows what one needs!
Only to care you, god has become mother
Only with such sacred responsibility, mother breeds
Only motherhood is holy, to be revered ever higher!
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “ENOUGH TO FLY AND PLAY AND A COLLECTION OF POEMS” by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyrights reserved.