Best Plurality Poems
Absolute truth, both mystery… and paradox.
“You make me wonder if you exist or not?”
The Greeks glimpsed you in circles and squares,
The medievals revered you in scriptures and prayers,
The moderns doubted you in so many facts and proofs.
Absolute truth
your a hidden treasure in the dark.
I’ve been searching for you with a lantern and a map.
Absolute truth, a misty mountain peak,
We’ve been climbing towards you
with a rope and a pick.
Absolute truth, a real puzzler
and a wonder.
We’ve been solving you with a clue and a key.
The enlighteners searched for you
in nature and reason
The romantics sang about you
in passion and vision
Whereas existentialists certainly questioned you
in freedom and action.
Absolute truth: are you actually still alive and relevant today?
You’ve been inspiring us with
your beauty and your grace.
Absolute truth, you are most diverse and multifaceted.
You’ve been expressing yourself
in every culture and every race.
Absolute truth, you are so complex and yet, paradoxical.
You’ve been challenging me
to question and embrace.
The analytics dissected you in symbols and many signs.
Whereas continentals explored you
in history and culture.
Yes, those postmoderns deconstructed you
in relativity and plurality.
Absolute truth, you invite us to seek
doubt, affirm, and critique.
You show us the value of
curiosity and humility.
Absolute truth: you challenge us to
dialogue, dignity, listen, respect, and appreciate.
You teach us of the importance of
diversity and empathy.
Absolute truth, you call us
to transcend, transform, love, and willingly serve.
You lead us to the ultimate goal of harmony and peace.
The scientists explain you in matter and energy,
The believers proclaim you in faith and grace,
The artists create you in beauty and meaning.
But the needle spins wildly, a chilling impart…
"Absolute Truth is a compass with a broken heart."
"Crocodili"
I swim in your holy water
basic rules for survival
shed the skin
like a baptism
immersed in saltwater
the lower vibration
lifted
removed
from that prehistoric place
the dermabrasian stings,
raw, we walk out together
new creatures
into fresh certainty
soft thuds clawed suckling
on uncertain shores
the feelings
begin
solitary, rapturous
natural selection
resurfacing
singular in plurality
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Erato whispered in Man’s ears
poetic words that he could hear;
they are ancient as Greece itself
which became Man’s only real wealth.
Aeschylus heard her wordy waves
that sparked his tragedian plays.
Her soft words waft Man’s atmosphere
producing a William Shakespeare.
Today her words still ride the wind
murmur in the ears that listen
by few of the plurality
who pen or type their poetry.
Her words have yet to reach my ears
I’ll write in silence I can hear.
BEAUTY BLOSSOMS AT A BLESSING’S BEHEST
She was new to me on New Year’s Eve
Even when I felt my senses take their quickened and quiet leave
She had on high heeled purple patent leather shoes
And a patent pending on perfection
Until romance was reborn as rejection
Saliently I was sequestered to a semi- exclusive island
Where slaves to sensuousness succumb to seduction
With the introduction of infinitely instant infatuation for a fool
And desire that could only be quelled by the quietude that resides in her sigh
But for the lasciviousness that lay in her every lie
We begged the New Year begin with Louisiana, lakes, limericks and love
and, per chance, poetry provided by proverbial peacefulness
with cheery cherry blossoms budding beguilingly for only both of us
like the tree we sat under when wonder stole my eye
and I first heard you lie
sadly,
falsehoods failed to forecast a future of fogginess
and a mistiness that hid amid a mystery
for you were an enigma…….
a duality
with a persuasion to plurality
and conceived of by conviviality
you were a mercurial imp of imperfections personified
But what’s worse is that you so casually, callously and caustically lied
Oh yes, and the following New Year’s Eve
I heard our apple blossom tree finally died
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That’s in a free and pluralistic society
There shall be no imposition of ideology
Let people practice their belief and faith
Do not force people to practice
To take secularism is against peace
It is against the principle of a peaceful community
Let every ideology, faith and belief live
Keep to co-exist at any place it stand.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
23June15-PC-KK
GOD’S WILL
So many people claim to know
What god wants
He hides above and has no face
Yet his minions who are self- appointed
Proclaim his way is the only way
To live a life
The earth revolves around god as king
You must lose your individuality
If you wish not to die in sin
No one must live for now and be happy
We must constantly seek a future
That exists when death has devoured us
This without any proof that another life exists
The ability to control every aspect of one’s life
Is the calling of gurus past and present
The machismo and narrow sightedness
Of these so called enlightened messengers
Has wrecked a world which should
Celebrate its plurality of understanding of god
And its innate humanity
God’s will is opaque for no man has
The ability to comprehend nature fully
so cannot create a god that can be made to fit
A human concept of authority
A god only can rule supreme
If the people wish to be led
Worship who you wish
Praise the one who
Loves you best
There’s no tread or scuffing hinted,
By that tough father-like figure,
Painted red, gown not flung on,
But a thoughtfully configured picture.
Bright red, vibrant with energy,
For each kid, loud, silent or bewildered;
Wanting to give them all enjoyment,
With heart, love and feeling rendered.
All are included, none left out,
Coloured, tall, disabled, skinny;
Loved, lonely, fat, intelligent,
Sporty, introvert, nerd, bubbly.
That red velvet met by white fur,
Exploding with purity rather explicitly;
Entitled to be warm, that morality,
That pillar of nurture and equality.
There’s not one gift or present, but many,
A plurality for each face that lights,
For each smile that justifies the giving,
To let parents quietly adjust their sights.
But kids must be good and kind too,
To merit that spark of interest from Claus,
Because that’s the condition of giving,
The hinge of the egalitarian laws.
A bright symbol of societal progress,
That’s so loved by the generation gap;
Love wrought through dispute, disagreement,
Worked out through a family’s cold tap.
When your child has an intense interest,
And your faith impedes your reason,
Father Christmas begs that you submit,
By thus calling your child a small person.
Not so as to render him an adult,
Or consider her older than yourself,
But to admit that their hobbies,
Only come from society’s shelf.
Santa Claus has a moral point, a focus,
Hints politely to those who lack the personal,
To embrace the child’s joys and pleasures,
At Christmas, when you may be feeling neural.
I found my love in granules,
In father of manuals,
On 13th of annual,
In teacher of Samuel.
I am drunk, still awake to drink his elixir of love.
I pass out, and return to life like flying dove.
In his literature, I am the best of the buff.
In lonely cold nights, I escape with his love as ****.
Kill my activity,
Stole my creativity,
Bury my selectivity,
Stop my festivity,
Even vanish my identity,
In your worst nightmares.
I will be peeping and cheeping “ALI”
When the first person sat,
Then another came to bat,
Third the mischievous rat.
Then he came,
The brother of personality,
The origin of principality,
The epitome of functionality,
Having 11 as plurality,
The servant of immortality.
Come do repeat Mesum,
I am obsessed with his rum,
Cut my tongue or make me dumb,
Till my last breath I will not succumb.
Suicide is against the law,
Come and kill me and make me saw.
My Goal, My Destiny, My Station “ALI”
My Insanity leads me to getting called mad,
I am overwhelmed instead of being pale and sad,
I am supreme, having him as my master and lad,
My treasure of heart is out of your capacity to add.
He is not God, I believe in his Lord,
He is Creator’s Instrument 2nd Chord,
He is almighty’s best accord,
Beware of the double-edged sword.
Oh Superior of the men,
Oh host of the then,
Oh authority of the when,
Oh pen of the pen.
If I see anyone from first to fourteenth,
I will say “ALI”
-Daniel Rizvi
Goddess
What is your psychology? Is this apart of our evolutionary biology?
Don’t you see that this kind of thinking paves the way for pathology ?
To kill with your sword in the name of the lord
A good way to justify all those that have been ignored
Don’t pay mind to the rest because you know this is the test
Of gods theory and gods will and he shall not shut his eyes to the best
Yea we heard the game but what’s in it besides the pain and the fame and the shame
It’s time we reclaim our history and let our minds finally be free
All the mysteries have unraveled you see
It’s time to mix it up and add some her-story
Because her- story isn’t centered around the killings and the beatings of innocent lives that be
The destruction of mankind that we see
Her-story revolves around mastering spirituality
Of Plurality, mentality, and reality
The goddess within and the goddess without pay homage to your surroundings
You know what this is about,
Revolutionaries will do it as nature does, take roots and sprout
Look back and shout, get ready for a stake out because we are devout to the bone
Takin it back to when women were treated as if they were on thrones
Rest aside the implied pride, our cries have been far too long denied
Please allow the sexes to coincide, you know it’s about time.
The Tangled Flower Garden
The garden so meticulously planted,
Enriched with mulch and carefully proportioned,
Pleases the eye with colour and assortment
Resorts to chaos when left unattended.
Nature abhors the hand’s uniformity,
Demanding a mess of the plurality.
Each species struggles for dominance
(Between plant and weed or whatever else)
For nutrients and sunlight to bloom for attraction
Of bees, to pollinate for propagation.
The apple tree shades the jungle below,
Littered of various flowers and growths,
From the elements essential for them,
To survive in the tangled environment.
The absolute one,
the primordial light of the universe
lights perennially the essence of the living.
The ultimate one,
the primeval energy of the universe
drives perpetually the destiny of the existent.
The invisible rays of enlightening
travel across the infinite space,
the profound energy is manifest in the eternal soul.
All contained in the only one, the absolute truth.
The omnipresent is ingrained in everything that exists
and shares the light of the absolute truth.
Yet each one is like a tree in the forest of diversity,
each one is like a flower in the garden of plurality.
The truth unsensed and the oneness unrealized
generate conflicts of intolerance,
debase the blessed existence,
cause bloods to flow in strife,
grow distances in collapsed relationships.
In the restive blind mind in futile pursuit of peace
the bliss of the divine soul remains unperceived.
Let the tormented life get the supreme solace,
let it feel in the soul the touch of the absolute truth.
June 28, 2018.
Whatever We is We are
Whatever We is We are . . . and have no doubt of this ever.
Whatever We is We are is something that should never be
denied. Why? Why Not?
Whatever We is We are speaks with a devout degree of both a
singularity and plurality in our human world with its simplicity,
complexity, and contradictions in both truth and honesty that
shape and define each of us, by fate and destiny, in the course
of our lives.
Whatever We is We are suggests to each of us to tell who we
really are without all of the metaphoric hype and subterfuge,
and the common notions of jiggery-pokery that, at times, does
pervade and corrupt human nature even in the best of us, no
matter how grand and great our intentions and actions may be.
Whatever We is We are . . . and have no doubt of this ever.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 24, 2018 (Didactic)
logistically backwards and
introverted sarcastic
raindrops
fall into the
wishing you well.
Hope plans for failure and
malnourished hens lay
chocolate covered eggs;
yoke less and full of bitter herbs.
The breath of ghosts fog
windows smeared with quiet
desperation.
Sitting in solitude,
I become
Brother to the endless hoards
of Locusts.
Devouring the fertile
vegetation growing
through the pain of
a universal rebirth.
throne-less and no kingdom to call my own,
I wander through neurons wondering
What will become of this monstrosity?
Cartoon punctuation marks
your active processed existence.
There is a large hole
in the fiber
of your palette.
The void is to be filled
with 15 or so glass
marble staircases.
Plurality is my armor.
The primordial flash of the absolute
illumines the essence of diverse life forms,
the primal energy of the god particles
drives the destiny of the existent.
The universal elements embedded in each soul
interconnect the nodes of survival,
yet each is a tree in the forest of variety,
each is a flower in the garden of plurality.
The rhythm of continuum manifest in life
intones the cosmic music of love,
binding all by one harmonic string
of singularity harp resonating the prime melody.
Glowing in the glimmer of creator’s candle,
sublime soul recognizes the tenet of unity,
formulates the amalgamating equation of being
in the fold of divine network of integral oneness.
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December 3, 2022
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The Judge
When God rolls off the lips,
Of lay persons and scholars alike:
Words such as Omnipotent, Omnipresent,
Omniscience and Everlasting
Come to mind.
By definition unrestrained by human attributes,
Unbounded by plurality.
—Swear indeed upon the Book.
It is the gavel’s weight that strikes the anvil,
And puts to rest the case before the Banc.
Merciful prudence to prevail impartiality,
When the heart is weighed against the feather of truth;
As civilization is judged.
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Note:
Banc (Merriam-Webster Dictionary - French, noun): is the bench on which the judges of a court sit.