Best Separations Poems
Concluded
A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 3 concluded.
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My mother Late Rajrani Kapoor devoted her whole life,
for the love and care of her husband,
My most wonderful father (Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor)
Who had given her more pains of separations,
then the flowers of happiness as life companion,
As my father had sacrificed even his studies and
other comforts of life
For the sake of India’s freedom struggle
On the call of Mahatma Gandhi. 11
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Suddenly I heard as if, the Koyal had left
That tree shade and had flew away
to some other tree
To continue her melody but
Without leaving any mark of her,
wonderful singing on the tree or anywhere
I realized that, no epitaph would ever be made
In the honour of
Such wonderful songs of Koyal
Similarly, no epitaph would ever be made
For all such wonderful freedom struggle workers
Like my mother,
Who silently contributed the best possible for her
For the sake of her motherland. 12
Ravindra K Kapoor
12th may 2019
Around the corner (20141010)
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view,
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
Two terribly tired turtles
Which wearily weathered wars,
Survived cyclical separations,
Regretfully raised rebellious rascals.
Seemingly securely safe-shelled,
Ironically intently imagining inside
Future failures, follies, fallouts
Won’t waste, wreck, wipe-out their world.
Keeping cool. Keeping calm. Keep continuing!
Blindly burroughing. Blindly blustering, believing
Learning lingers, life lingers, love lingers.
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view?
I come from the twilight
Of dusk to dawn
Yet I can't stand
All around me downtown
All in up and around
Signs saying of "Whites Only"
Mustn't go into that café or restaurant
Funny, thing tho!
My soft money green, my hard money silver just like yours
With all this and all that
I am so glad so glad that
God ain't no respect of persons.. . .
GOD NO COLORED GOD
My blood bleeds red, we all have bone marrow tissue
Blood flowing through our veins
If I were hungry and stolen some bread would you prosecute me
Yeah I stole because I was hungry
You won't give me a job yet if I had yours I be making $1.64 cents an hour
No need to feel sorry for me
I didn't make myself I am brown, blue, black, charcoal gray
You still react no more signs labeled "Whites Only"
Now they're posted permanently in your minds
Different land masses hills, valleys, blue grasses
GOD NO COLORED GOD
The white supremacist, KKK, skinheads only the bad Muslims not the good
Anyone who believes in race/color separations
We're all brothers (God Is no color GOD)
We're all brothers not about the skin its about the soul;
We're all brothers not about what's outside but what's within
We're all brothers
God a No Color God
He's spiritual not natural
We're all brothers all colors NO colored God
God is a no Color God
God not a colored God He breathe His spirit into modern clay now we're in
dependent voices with free wills
Choices all knees will bow "White only-Colored Here"
The good the bad ravished happy sad black brown blue purple orange hues Red white you choose cause
GOD NO COLORED GOD
06/21/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2014
It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm,
Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows
Of inspiration.
Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities
Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering
The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt
Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself.
Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a
Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and
Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark.
In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with
The voices of humanity singing a song of complete
Harmony.
What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind,
To write and sing, to share such expressionism with
One another, music is honestly a universal language
Understood by every nation, or age group beneath
The heavens themselves.
A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers,
To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters,
Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in
So shared by all members of the human race for
Generations of inspiration to come.
I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves,
To the charming voices of our youthful young,
Than those jolly fellows from days gone by,
You know the old barber shop quorate.
So many variations and depths of degrees,
Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country,
Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory.
So we thank you those powers on high,
For this miracle of a gift called music.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
"Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come." By Rabindranath Tagore
death
sublime
eternal
life's journey ends
i n e v i t a b l e
river meets the ocean
the wheel of life keeps moving
ignoring sad separations
blazing auburn fall leaves sprawl on ground
reminding life's tragic impermanence
Life is a dream, death a permanent pause
end of hopes, and wishes, blissful joys
bright light dimmed, memories remain
tender reminiscences
of being together
caring for loved ones
dreams never die
death fails to
erase
dream
February 16, 2022
For E-Form Etheree Contest
Theme: Death
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
Brian Strand Formal Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
1.
The clouds flew in embrace with the wind,
In occassions many, they came together,
To bless the land with manna dew and
To bring to rest the flames of the heart,
To call to the winter moon and bring to
The animals a moment of peaceful sleep.
But it stays not long and embarks on a
Journey new to a new spring.
2.
The stream laments the pained moments
Of brutal separations and the beautiful
Recollections of the steady comfort in the
Embrace of her fellow companions when
They loitered hand in hand with the wind,
But she goes on still with a heavy heart,
Adorned with the memories of glory and
Dreams of hope.
3.
The stars burn with the
Fires not extinguished of the past,
They comfort the heart in every journey,
With the pleasing assurance of
The eternal burning of memories in
Moments of despair,
The path can be the sweet garden of
The thousand roses or the darksome valley
Of the thousand thorns, but there will
Aways be the little moments of peace, when
The eyes can get lost in the stars, to
Reminisce about what it was,
The feet will gain strength and a new
Journey will begin.
Sponsor - Brian Strand
Contest Name - YOUR CHOICE 2022
Date - 24th December, 2022
I've met myself
many times coming and going...
generally a quick smile
and respectful nod – seldom
pausing to chat, both of us
longing for more together
company
I (me/myself) have met so many
other pairs...traveling together/alone,
the double nature of a
human journey...half inclined
to linger and experience, nurture
and service
while the other, at a manic
pace, seeking one's self, yet
expanding the divide
I guess, would us multitudes
of separations ever join
together, it would mean the end of
warring...but of music, and poetry
as well, as we know it
no need to fire canons-of-being
if no one to report their twang
and echos....sing of and chronicle
triumphs and failures ("dreaming
the impossible dream...")
the flats and sharps
of a lyrical soul....
Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free
It's been awhile
I miss you my dear friend
How are you?
Do you still laugh with your heart?
Do you still play that game??
Maybe not, maybe yes
I don't know
We haven't talked for awhile
I hope you still do
Because i still do
It reminds me of us
Separated by the pacifics and the antlantics of life
We haven't seen each other
Somewhere in the callousness of technology, i lost your contacts
Somewhere in the busyness of our lives
It started to fade
Marriages, separations, divorces
Children, jobs etc
I don't know, too much
Too much pain
How's your pain?
Last time we talked, you were dating this guy that you weren't sure about
You loved him, he said he loved you too
But he had a kid out there
During your courtship
A dilemma
A nightmare
I wish you were close by
I wish i was close
So we can share box of tissues
And heal through life together
I miss you even more
I love you even more
Hopefully through the canoes and the ships of life
We will meet again
We will be
Death by suicide
Death in agony
Agony of poison
Agony as emotions race
Race through organs
Race through minds
Mind tortured
Mind destroyed
Child without a mother
Child in tears
Tears flow
Tears remain
Remain insecurities
Remain fears
Fears torment
Fears hold captive
Captive to separations
Captive to uncertainty
Uncertainty of life
Uncertainty of love
Love evaporates
Love uplifts
Uplifts in thoughts
Uplifts in deeds
Deeds done
Deeds good or bad
Bad action
Bad examples
Examples of adults
Examples of illness
Illness overwhelms
Illness destroys
Destroys humble home
Destroys reputation
Reputation disappears
Reputation negative
Negative example
Negative life
Life wiped out
Life cut short
Short of joy
Short of hope
Hope disappears
Hope not suicide
Suicide changed all
Suicide annihilated
Annihilated
All
Loitering in a public library this rainy afternoon,
courting inspiration, subjects come to mind
but are more suitable as essay than as poem.
All usual activities occur -- visitors come, visitors go --
a typical afternoon flow of many who, unlike me,
may have no other place to go.
My empty house -- comfortable, dry --
far from bare, has a large flat-screen TV:
it reports the news and offers any other
sort of program that I choose.
The fridge is stocked, coffee brewed,
the doors unlocked. But now no neighbors come.
My cell phone mutely occupies an empty pocket.
A need for others' presence
does confirm I am a social animal
unsuited to prolonged separations.
Library visits provide assurance
a possibility exists for contact --
to know and to be known --
to extend, or to grasp,
a hand in friendship.
Even, perhaps, for mutual
spoken, or unspoken,
communication.
Why, then, do I
often leave discouraged,
without having said aloud
even a single word?
Another dead statistic dawns today,
Contempt dissolved foundations love astray.
Malicious memories of miscarried mirth,
Repetitious resolving rends rebirth.
Too far, too strange, oh we have now become.
Decisions bleeding passions cold and numb.
My frozen frigid feelings fade to black
Behold the barracuda's bitter back.
Oblique sidewalks a house no longer home.
Neglect’s hand opened doors for needs to roam.
Bent and broken, beautiful bygone heart
Past promises play the party-line part.
Divided assets fighting custodies
New boxes cardboard tombs of memories.
Separations and somber songs subside
Choice-less children and contemptible chides.
Petitioned courts and mediation pleas
Sustaining into absolute decrees.
Formerly favored family so forlorn.
Forever festers feeble foolishness.
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A collaboration with Catie Lindsey.
Iambic Pentameter & Alliteration.
What is love?
Love is a two way street Where two spiritual beings souls meet
But love is taken for granted
The roots sowed planted
Wither an damage
From the fertile soil rooted
Love is music
The hearts beats
Sort of like both of the hearts beating at the same rhythm
That's when the heart speaks
Burning passion
For the fashion
Of the love inhabited
In the hearts seat
When you miss
The kiss
Or lips
Or shining face
Blinded away in the midst
The soul or spirit
Fearing
Of losing the one dearest
Your angels heavenly bliss
The arch of her beautiful model
The toxic feminist erotic
Dominant force bondage
That boost or compliments your throttle
The bottled
Love you bottle to pour all On her
The light she brings an the orbs that hoards fall on her
Love is dangerous
Fatal attraction
The flaming sensation that enflamens the Core is contagious
Opposite attractions
But love is satisfaction
That will never die of its everlastness
Just imagine
Losing the magnetic
The lavish that pulled you up to your vastness
Showing you love could be what fairytales tell
An fairytale wishes from a wishing well
An wishes from the stars an love spells
But maybe love dies
Cause the love dried
An no more water to keep it back alive
So the rose petals couldn't bind
Maybe it's seasons
Stars Aligned
Connected the two for a sign
To learn of what love defines
It could be many more reasons
I never regret any woman I loved
Even if it wasn't real
The tears shed the sweat and blood
Maybe it's six degrees of separations to reveal
The soul mate
Of your soul fates
To build
The one you are destined to be with
God does time fly!
Psalms allm ssllaay yyai!
Doesn't it seem as if we have never been?
There was now another thing accepting us?
Like we were fluids?
Drunken fluids that is comparable to these standards-
eruptions!
The fault in the crust going to kill us ever after even though we don't know us-
we are decent folk
but always clone,
but where oh where to say we went home?
I know of distance and poke,
I know of wrongful god and soap,
I don't think you know though-
where the strikes at heights find lightnings to bite,
where there are stations upon their masters of relations of separations that don't adhere,
nor guide us-
live in Gobe-
central Amazon,
People finder.com for the good one's who survived...
I loved her, expected her yonder,
but became far fetched and the flogged bogger...
It was so longer than she respects-
it was faulty as the next,
and then they said let's bless this ...
Zephyrus Within
by Odin Roark
Do we fly away
Drift away
Stay away
Or were we ever real?
How fleeting the impressions
Plummeted by the New today
Dismissing yesterday as the Old
Daring tomorrow to invent further questioning
The labels abound
Father
Mother
Sister
Brother
Daughter
Son
Lover
Yet how much a part of each other
Are we?
Might it be
We are but separated cells
Incubated into life
Rendered a sameness by others
Yet in reality
Thirsting for fulfillment
Compelled to wander aimlessly
We stumble through existence?
To argue such a theory
Is to know
Along the way
Seasoned lives find
Connections sever
That like all of nature
Separations occur
Drifting inevitable
Attachments wane
Collective experience
Fulfilling the essence of life
Still…
Such eventual enfoldment
Leaves us free to adventure
To know self-determined identity
Requires but to hoist liberation’s sails
Catch tomorrow’s wind
Leave behind misbegotten time
And if true…
To watch from afar
The flotsam of the past
Is to know destiny is of our own making
Not a determination by others
That sweetness of air
Breathed from Zephyrus within
Unshackles the relationship with self