Best Patel Poems
It was a nightmare of a boat trip
I almost choked to death on an orange pip
They did not strain the juice well
And from a small pip, I gasped for air and started to swell
If it weren’t for a crewmember named William Patel
Well…
I stayed in bed for a spell
The captain apologised
Which was wise
He said “ the rest of the trip is free.”
So I was extravagant and splashed out on the person I called “Me.”
While sitting on deck, by the pool, sipping me tea
I was captivated by a well-formed female in a translucent bikini
She rolled her eyes flirtingly at me
So being the gentleman I am, I rolled them back you see
We were mesmerised with each other for a while
As we secretly exchanged a naughty smile
I placed hers in me left butt cheek pocket
As I felt me Viagra stick raising like a rocket
This was the beginning of a sensual relationship
Thanks to that bloody orange pip
Anyway, we went below deck
Where it was dark and gave each other a peck
Then we were at it like hammer and tongs
Moaning and groaning the seductive songs
Who needs Viagra, it was me
Only me, all me me me
Take some advise, find a place where you might get caught and you’ll see
It will magnify the enjoyment of your OOOh!, uhhh!, oohweee!
We stood in a narrow doorway
And began entertaining each other with a bit of, you know, foreplay
Then she turned her back to me and oooh! What can I say
Pressing against each other and pushing against the door arch was… heaven all the
way
Then, yep, we were caught, and guess what happen next
It was the captain and she was his wife who would suspect?
The big mother was rather vexed
I tried to tell him not to blow it out of context
But… the bugger wouldn’t stop strangling me with his mount Everest pecs
Give me the orange pip any day
But the situation I was in, hell no way
So far everybody knows that the seven deadly sins are Greed, Gluttony, Anger, Sloth, Jealousy (aka: "Envy"), Lust, and Pride. All seven deadly sins have been around since the 18th century and beyond. and when everybody's talking about the seven deadly sins, it doesn't go away. All seven deadly sins are like the seven evil exes in the August 2010 movie "Scott Pilgrim Vs The World" starring Michael Cera, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Kieran Culkin, Mae Whitman, and Alison Pill. In real reference to the seven deadly sins, they're like those of Matthew Patel-Lust, Lucas Lee-Gluttony, Todd Ingrim-Greed, Roxanne "Roxie" Richter-Sloth, the Katayanagi twins (Kyle and Ken)-Wrath and Envy, and Gideon Graves-Pride. All of those vices have taken a toll on everybody in the world, even in the United States of America and Canada. And in other words, the seven deadly sins are like the League of Evil Exes; the Seven Evil Exes were here to kill Scott Pilgrim to control the future of Ramona flowers' love life and stuff. Come to think of it, the seven deadly sins are also known for controlling the lives of every human being, especially the happily married couples and beyond. Some of those sins are forgiven, but some of them aren’t. Or whatever that means. And if the seven deadly sins continue to wreak havoc on every human being on this planet, there’s no telling what bad thing might happen next.
PROFESSOR SILA, VICTOR SINCLAIR, AND ROCKY PATEL
were scheduled to visit ARTURO FUENTE at the DREW ESTATE in ASHTON.
However, the count of MONTE CRISTO stopped their trip at SAN MIGUEL
because of the possibilty of BROCATUS intercepting them and searching
them for PIRATE'S GOLD near the GRAYCLIFF off the ISLA DEL SOL.
He had the ROBUSTO to use a TORPEDO on their ship,
the PRESIDENTE CHURCHILL.
Their friend ALEC BRADLEY had heard of the plan while
speaking with DON PEPIN GARCIA as they were both seeking
VEGAS GOLD by playing BACCARAT. "AVE MARIA",
he cried..."what can we do but try to warn them."
However, they were already at sea, and the only way to reach
them was PERDOMO which was transmitted by DAVIDOFF
in a ROBUSTO BELICOSO manner. It took nearly 60 RINGS,
but he finally reached ROMEO Y JULIETA who then passed
their message via OLIVA on the PUROS INDIOS which
was sailing near CORONA.
He had been a member of the GURKHA brigade in WWII,
and given the CU-AVIAN, summoned his comrades
PADILLA, MACANUDO, and MADURO to help him stop
this attempt in the NUB. Using a DIESEL TORO, they
successfully sent a signal over the LA PERLA HABANA Mountains,
where DON RAFAEL stopped the DOMINICAN MADURO MELEE.
For the uneducated, all CAPS are names of Cigars, Cigar Companies,
or related to the industry.
Let's change India the way we need,
Let's make a Great India so that others praise our deeds;
Stop discrimination between the ruling and opponent one,
Time for us to have a new India born;
Our forefathers may not be happy with us,
Is it the same India they dreamed in their years?
Who say the Constitution follow equality,
Opportunity to source one,corrupt one who can sell their nationality;
Riches are more respected than who are honest,
The nature of numbness to injustice where resides the best;
Where corporate-politician nexus aim to make people poor,
Where religion is used as medium of income by money-makers;
A nation which was the country of trade,agriculture,traditions and culture,
A nation which is the country of poverty,corruption and nonsense vultures;
Is this the scenario viewed by Bhagat Singh,Bose,Azad and Patel?
Where judiciary and ordinances every now and then fails;
Is this the country shaped by Ashok and Akbar the Great?
Where mediocre s and appointed delegates compels the citizens to have their
works wait;
Complains are made by weaker,
Let we the complaint-makers rise up and work forever;
Work forever to make India economically stable,
Work forever to rise up India from poverty liner;
Educate India to bring new talents from everywhere,
Inspire India to innovate ventures for one-on-one fight with international level;
Make a secular India as religion never teaches bad things to us,
Religion's guidance make people not to be barbarous;
Stop the tears of ancestors who worked hard to make a good India,
Carry on their qualities and pass it with more good qualities to next India;
Celebrate Diwali to wish for presence of Goddess Laxmi in the family,
Wishing money and getting it illegally will be life of unsatisfactory and guilty;
Celebrate Dussehra wishing to have good nature,
Wishing a life of richness will bring a future filled with nothing but failure;
Start from today as it's now or never,
Imaging a Glorified India whose stories will be told forever.
I can only be sad when you are not,
I can only miss you when you are not,
My heart can simply grunt in long deep sighs --
When you are not here.
In those university days when I used to melt in nature
For long hours, and your worries are prominent on your forehead:
Apprehending that I got in unknown troubles;
Apprehending my whims of uncertain nature,
You waited for my return.
I still kept that memory fresh --
Your beautiful brown eyes, flash of that undiminishing glow of smile,
That innocent care, that unpretentious services
That you rendered in my mealtime;
When I was there in "Ramu Rubber Garden"--
That is still fresh like patel
That is still sticking to the rose.
What should I call you then? -- my 'rose',
That glows in the first light of slenting sunrays:
You are ever glowing like that sunrise;
You are more than a glow --
You are the round ball, the source of that glow.
I learnt to enjoy the beauty of the sunrise and sunset,
Over the melting profusion of colours,
Over the crests of the dicudious trees,
Over the valleys of crimson shades--
Because you were that "round ball";
You were the source of life and light in those days.
On your death, I blow bcak and forth like
A restless gale of wind.
You are, to me, a world of recognitions from the
Transition of the childhood simplicity into aestehtic eternity.
You are to me, a pure piece of art, an unending tune
Stretched on the unending timeline.
I miss you now as you are not;
I miss you because I love you --
Love that graces mankind in beautifully molten sadness.
Looking at that picture
Of a man, a total stranger
Braving the risk of terror
And all too possible death
To save a child lost in the melee
And facing real danger
Of coming face to face
With the merchants of death
One cannot help but think
That at such moments as these
Where a child is involved
Irrespective of whose child
One cannot think of oneself
Or of anything other than
The life of that child;
And so it was with
That man, that hero
Harish Patel!
Who exemplifies
All those heroes
Of Westgate!
I had occasion to move this day
from the house I love for which I pay
to the Shambles Motel I now called home
on Third near State between Fourth and Roam
in the travelers presidential suite
from a paper plate I nibble a treat
enjoy my suds in a plastic cup
better warm so they bubble up
the carpet is made of synthetic wool
carefully shorn from a plastic bull
designer patterns adorn the floor
strains of rainbows approach the door
curtains are conveniently green
just in case its mold that’s seen
windows seem a translucent gray
keeping out the light of a sunny day
an ice box of pastel white
is almost clean just not quite
little remains from my host’s last guest
removing it now is likely best
my bathroom is clean by guarantee
overlooking what I might see
toilet water is a pallid yellow
an unknown remnant of an unknown fellow
on the night stand is cordless lamp
that during the day works like a champ
but in the dark I must say
I can’t find the switch, there is no way
a romper room mattress kind of soft
the apparent victim from assault aloft
the bed is great most of the time
it vibrates slow for the cost of a dime
sheets are clean from what I see
without lights they are home to me
snug as a bug in shaggy rug
lacking only a toad and a honey’s hug
here is a home that is worth a note
with a swimming pool, garden and a roaming goat
Patel my friend and curry too
spice of life, how do you do
Arch Patel
12/16/13
Broken
I feel broken inside
My body aches
My heart bleeds
My past mistakes crush me
My tears fall like Niagara Falls
I’m left here all alone
With no one on my side
No one seems to care
You’re the only one I had
Now I am broken inside
I’m alone in my world
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
Here I lie
Broken inside
Every woe is a new poem
A new prose which fabricates the stars in the galaxy
They say about the spilling blood out from the heart
Like satin wine-drops in the pages
Behold! They hold their luck inside
Tuck their malice, which are undone
Let them breath with your inhalation
Let them live with your recitation
Every patel-less flower is a poem
They caste off their laughter in the sand
Which dehydrate them and shows the
Hallucination of heaven
Behold! They are naked and weeping for mercy
Let them cover with your hands
Let them free with your recognition
Every mate-less bird is a poem
Whose feather get ruffled by the ugly wind
They lost their voice of laughter
Sing only to remember the guillotine of fate
Behold! They’re falling from the sky with a new tone
Let them fly with your complacence
Let them have their salvation by your sad feelings.
Can we be more human?
A splendid idea came into a man’s mind,
Let’s make something to connect folks,
And this is how social media flourished.
Social media has lots and lots of pros,
But only if one knows how to use.
If one is unaware of its cons,
Then this boon turns into a nightmare.
Have we not noticed how this overarching platform became less merrier?
Yes, We do it every other day!
People are engaged in escalating hate more and more,
People are busy impugning one another,
People are being more fake,
They have started following someone blindly,
They have started being more ‘me’ than ‘us’.
Some are clobbered mentally and emotionally without any cause by the same species,
Today human is not backing human!
People are now plunging to conclusions without any pause.
Can we be more human?
Answer is yes but,
When we will stop impeding each other,
And start supporting one another.
When we will abridge hate and propel love.
When we will keep ourselves in the victim’s shoes,
And realise the importance of being polite.
So, folks encapsulate all the kindness in you,
Bring out the suave you,
And not the haughty you.
Let’s make social media more sanguine and venerating place.
- Vishwa Patel??
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a rose
roses are beautiful, but scary when it began to decay
when it blossoms it can trick your eyes and bring your mind to seduction and for
this she draws you deep into her desire
her thorns is her spell and her Patel are her abandonment. the thorns of a rose is
her self conscious. who can hold a rose firm with all hands for only it's beauty is un
top and beneath her are thorns which can bleed the heart.
a rose will remain a rose and it thorns will always protect her from harm, but
beware of a her beauty and her charm(thorn). My first date I learned my fate watch
out for these thorns which bleed the heart.
union of India and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
disintegration, disintegration, disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
union of india and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
no government to fight disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
union of india and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
no sardar patel like leader to fight disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
_________________
By this trick have I won, year after year,
A hundred marks since I was pardoner.
Chaucer, Canterbury Tales
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Climbing down from high moral ground,
From cool claim all his term around,
Biden pardons his son
From all the evil done,
Yet, scarce is he alone
To lick licentious bone,
Which way’s world’s conscience keeper bound?
Is pardon altruistic grace?
It veils an arbitrary face.
More than human glory,
It bears poor history,
And disburses more dirt
Than mends a moral hurt,
Nor is a case of forgiveness.
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Happenings |04.12.2024|satire, clemency/compassion
Poet’s note: The intent of the founding fathers of the country was not to pardon family members or close supporters, or even self, as Trump might do in future. Bill Clinton pardoned his half-brother on the day he left office. Jimmy Carter granted amnesty to draft-dodgers on the first day in office. Gerald Ford pardoned his former boss Richard Nixon for official misconduct. Trump in his first term pardoned his son-in-law’s father, shortly after losing his bid for re-election. But the list is long. Says a commentator, this pardon is not for his son alone. The Big Guy is protecting himself from Kash Patel, newly selected FBI Chief under Trump.
Baldies of the world, do not despair!
It's not the end, you just lost some hair!!
Balder men are more virile, thus spake a sage
And many a woman "testify" to this old adage..
Balder men are noted to be wise and mature
Trusted by everyone, their thoughts kind and pure
No need for shampoos, combs or for hair cream
No need for a barber even in the wildest dream
Every day we can have a fresh head bath day
Not just once a week or only on one Sunday
Hairline well receded, you never seem to age
As you reach middle age, that'll be an advantage
You can fit into a cap or hat or any headgear with ease
Or you can wear a stylish wig, as fashions never cease
Father of our Nation was bald, so were Nehru and Patel
You may be considered great, and you can weave a tale!
So, Baldies of the world, don’t despair!
It is not the end, you just lost some hair!