Best Unanimously Poems
Unanimously, One plus one equals one community
Not for ANIMOsity but for HUMANity
In style shall we cease the opportunity
To become great in unity
Yelling excitedly till infinity
Hope and
Hold the dream
Or you will die fast
Life is the name of-
struggling frantic procession, chaotic crowd,
lunatic tsunami of the ocean, scream on the
broken coast, scorching sunlight, ghostly
thunderstorm, corpse lines for covid-19,
war face of country to country, scenery of poverty,
where you can lose yourself unanimously
So, hold the dream fast or you will die easily
Life is the name of-
winter shawl of father, prayer-mat of mother,
morning tea time of spouse, child’s undue demands,
beautiful dawn of dewdrops, songs of flying birds,
autumnal sun, Buddhist full-moon, love at first sight,
elopement flight, honeymoon night, smiles in bridal bower,
where you can lose yourself without a true life’s fair
So, hold the dream fast or your will die with vanity care
Life is the name of-
a poetry, mixed up poetry morning, sipping tea through
the gap of poet’s eyeglass, benumbed body of the newspaper
on the corridor’s table, banded together bathing of ducks,
velvet touching of blooming flower, reddish sky canvas of twilight,
lights of the evening lamp, prayer of crickets in deserted room,
where you can lose yourself in self-indulgence dome
So, hold the dream fast or your will die without wisdom
They say, "poet lives in future, the reader in present and critic in past"
I say, "live in truth with hope, hold the dream and care the dream fast"
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
09/11/2022
Barefoot in the sand I walk the seashore, carefree
taking mental snapshots of you and me;
Living in the sanctuary of your natural agility
I am a womb in you, both beautiful and free.
When you pour me out my soul refreshes,
some say you are water but I say you are life.
Recaptured, I regain my sanity and dignity
and for this, I thank you water;
The seashores are quenched by your ebb and flow
and your eternal movements, are my Saving Grace;
You are self sufficient and unanimously rhythmed
and in your cadence even the mermaids rejoice,
as they dip their tails and siren your decree.
Oh sea, you are just a kiss away from me,
when I'm in your presence nothing in this world
matters, anymore.
With sanctions imposed frequently between
Countries around the world,
With Trump and Little Rocket man, still rattling
Scabbards, ridiculous, absurd,
With Hong Kong’s unhappy population,
Protesting against Chinese rule and occupation,
With Brexit which has now become a rather
Embarrassing, messy affair,
With Europe quite prepared to give them a
Divorce, without a care,
And The Irish and the Scots not agreeing
With Brexit, in fact a sore point,
Planet Earth's plea for peace has become
Unanimously joint!
On a very stormy day,
During summer holiday,
Three little friends
got together to spend
A day in-doors,
To while away their time!
They said they would write
the story of their lives.
And they would call
Their life story
An Autobiography!
Said one with a doubt
Rubbing his red snout,
An autobiography is about one,
But we are three!
Why not just
call it a biography?
That sounded right
till someone bright
said “a biography,
is a very long story,
But we have not
much to comment!
Our ages are about
Eight, nine and Ten!
The one aged nine,
who had a class in
sex education,
thought it should be biology!
A ripple of giggle went around,
his words rang a naughty sound!
“here we all are and lives begun,
Because our parents had fun,
So biology not biography!”
The youngest didn’t agree,
He said biology is about tree,
Frogs, worms things you can’t see,
We are none of these!
So biology was not it!
They then tried other subjects,
Physics, Chemistry and
even mathematics?
They were close but not right!
Then they said the title
Of their story should be history!
This was unanimously agreed!
History! As it all happened in the past!
But the future they would now write
With the pen of their own lives,
Then it would no longer be a mystery!
The storm stopped,
The sun came out!
That story was never written!!
Completely your choice(3) Any theme any form Contest
whenever whatever
Brian Strand
A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.
We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were forced to be righties
Death, not divorce, dissolved most marriages
A click usually meant a torn meniscus
Folks shopped in windows and stores
Cash was king; credit, irresponsible
TV dinners, unanimously deplored
Marathons had fewer than 100 entrants
Devices were mechanical, not electronic
Nobody I knew took showers, just baths
'Human' meant 100% being, not bionic
Everything written above is true
I swear that it is, doggone it!
Let us discuss the circus alive in the theater of your conflicts,
the Master of Ceremonies cremates caution
in the center of curiosity's conciet
where birds bleed songs of azure agony,
madness remembers the melody of a midnight march
to a shrine built from bricks baste with war sweat and stress
as Death sits solemnly thumping it's cranial cudgel methodically
atop drums taut with elephant hide,
a child approaches through the Hippodrome's east chamber
juggling three radiant orbs, omni, omega, ovation,
the audience of thousands uproars unanimously
when Hate, Love & Fate manifest as beasts of the best brutality
encircling the child with a primordial hunger in their bellies,
their handlers cocky and competitive, controls the animals with elements
such as air, fire & water, one by one they rush the child
with violent intent, in their hearts victim & victory are synonomous,
the tiger repelled by the fire of the child's imagination,
the bear repulsed from the whistle of his innocence,
and the lepoard refrains from the current of his youth,
in the balcony, Venus and Mars applaud proudly for sagacious survival,
acrobats appear, the grey one Fatigue, the green one is Resolve,
despite loathing each other they must be team or die from the heights,
gasps from a crowd caught in a conspiracy of soul piracy
as self destruction stands cackling on the arena floor with his anger crackling red,
attempting to whip the hands of the acrobats with a dragon's tail
encrusted with the crushed vertebrae of cowardice,
he strikes their wrists but they secure the dizzing stunt in defiance,
cheers collide with the chimera of acrobats transformed into an eagle's scream
while the Master of Ceremonies welcomes the women of warhorse wishes,
J.A.B.
To UN gathering in Newyork, 2005.
(This Poem is dedicated to Dalit human rights
Caste violence: Wednesday, August 31, 2005 (Gohana):
60 Dalit houses burnt down in Gohana, Haryana, India.)
Do you know why matters are pending?
Is nobody has interest to touch them?
Actually a person deals with a matter,
Why does he need it for a benefit?
Who cares about justice?
Thousands files are hiding cases,
They demand to proceed for justice,
Are the concerned people not aware it?
Terrorism is high spotted agenda today,
Poor Dalits are suffering over the centuries,
Their human rights and a terrorising class,
Is still a hiding case as benefit seekers deal?
Are they made options only for Muslims?
They feel their activities are terrorising,
But when they shall feel about Hindu terrorists,
Who burns Dalits houses and rapes them.
Today world’s unanimously adopting,
Why is it on terrorism only for Muslims?
Who shall speak for Dalit human rights?
Why is world blind for Hindu terrorists?
Jaine is my sister,
Jaine is a Piglet,
Much better than capitalism -
W. the Pooh and Jainism, yes!
Better than naturalism and pornographism!
We are insisting - no mafia
And nationalism in all our forests,
No racism, yes socialism!
And the idea of all free people
And animals, please,
Don't come to the bees without honey,
They are unanimously hard working,
Making money
For me, for you, for people,
You are true,
You stay here:
You are walking!
Let be always happy
Our brothers and sisters:
We are talking
That all good is for children
And books - world is fairy
And always Poetry-daily,
And forever Poetry-today!
Say it again:
We go by the same way,
It's our big-big Holiday!
On the ring, there's this championship match
Both craving for applause and the title
He is on his 30's while he on his 20's
The crowd stands still and then they roar
Standing and cheering for their bet
With a swift uppercut and jab...
Punches from left to right..
His foot circling round the arena..
Defending their goals and their lives..
The underdog played like it's his last
So, as to the title - holder playing mad
Knock - out, both their aiming at
Thus, they giving all what they got
The audience hot on their own seats
So, as the boxers tight fist on the ring
Sweats and blood running unstoppable
Energy on fifteen rounds, incredible!
The underdog, old with arthritic hand
Remembering his wins and lost fights
His "chance job" on the seventh docks
His kids sent to his brother's house
Inspiring and motivating, his stand..
Unanimously, he won with a good fight
His wife and kids so happy that night
by
olive_eloi
5:28 pm
03/03/2014
In memorial of James J. Braddock, a well known American boxer
noted of his right power punches, a humble inspiration man on 1930's..
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Ages ago bygone childhood delighted
especially Florida (sunkist) grandpa
Harris (Aaron) indulged jais nais sais quois
kibitizing lovingly, mirthfully
naturally offering pleasing qualities,
rendering slender tanned
under venerated wristwatch (analog),
x2c yielded zealousness.
thee paternal grandfather
oft times visited our rural abode
at that time one sturdy estate
(originally called Glen Elm) wildlife crowed
within the plush wooded tract (slated, parceled,
and mapped) to explode
with cookie cutter lookalike slap dashed,
shoddy tinderboxes (vinyl city) growed
on formerly untamed, uber virgin woods,
perhaps early boondocks getaway hoed
and plowed, but indomitable (once abandoned)
nature relished reversed grape seeded tracery igloed
yet 'pon reflection, I ponder how early occupation knowed
no habitat foresaw wreckage
when decision via wealthy Leipers,
(wealthy owners of The Bell and Clapper)
unanimously crafted mode
das operandi to build stately sturdily summer country villa,
(circa early 1900's)
which residence whittled down to 324 Level Road -
demesne comprising about a half dozen acres
eventually acquired by Boyce Harris
February 28th 1968 - mort aged toad
a near singlehanded undertaking to create thee abode
whence majority of thine lviii years spent,
now crafted in poetic code
Take a listen to the laughter of the stars
As their twinkling brighten into daylight
After a night of braving a dark veil
It's the promise of a fresh start
Listen to the sighs of the waking sun
As it parts away the curtains of darkness
Its' rays tenderly peeping from the horizons
It's the promise of a beautiful day in the making
Listen to the effortless whispers of the wind
As it drives the chill away from dawn
Swaying the trees gently to wake them up
It's the promise of a joyous day ahead
Listen to the melodious song of the birds
As they sweetly call out for each other
Musically singing to a new day
It is the promise of hope
Listen to the tapping of the ants
As they ready to go out and eke
Unanimously united for a noble course
It is the promise of bounty
Listen to the cry of the skies
As the rain falls down steadily
After sagging with pregnant clouds
It is the promise of a cleansing
Listen to the slapping of the waters
As the river purposefully snakes it way
Against the odds of rocks and debris
It is the promise of a peaceful rest
Listen to the breathing of the seedlings
As they persistently stretch off the ground
After a long season of hibernation
It is the promise of a rebirth
Listen to the chatter of the children
As they innocently get to play
Watching out for each other
It is the promise of solidarity
Listen to the rhythm of the heart
As it pumps life through you
Even with all the odds you face
It is the promise of survival
Disappointed
Madam Chair, could we please get to the point
Let’s decide today which group we will appoint
Too much effort and time has already been spent
Already deep in our budget there is a major dent
Last year unanimously, Browns’ were appointed
This year we would like another company instead
The stench of poorly made products is burning our nose
Are we prepared to suffer more lost with another dose
All our company’s resources, time and energy is sapped
While Browns’ continue to splurge and margaritas sipped
Are we going to be content and in our easy chairs sit
While our time, finances and energy go down to the pit
Written by: Joy Wellington
For Catie's contest "Word Games"
The animals said, "let us breathe new life into Utopian dreams". "The law of the
jungle should be changed, to suit all of us!" After a lengthy debate, they finally decided that it should be, 'survival of the wittiest'. This of course would change everything. The fox, eager to influence the others with his clever concepts, made the suggestion that maybe he should just be the boss. The magpies response was contentious. "How could we trust you?" "Every year you steal more and more of our eggs, and that's not right!" "I think I would make a strong leader, and fair!" said the lion. "But you have been a self-imposed dictator for far too long!" said the owl. "What about me?" the horned one said. "My wisdom is legendary!" All of the animals wanted to make up their own version of a Utopia! Then, a shadow appeared in the doorway, and a man came forward. A great breath of surprise arose in the 'Hall of the Hallowed Tree'. The 'Naked Ape' of the 'Divine Mushroom' said, "quiet and hear me now!" "I would be the best one to lead this endeavor!" "Why you!" said the owl, "we don't know you, not even your name!" "I am the human being known as the King of the Crooked Crown!" he said. "For I am the perfect imperfection, to lead this imperfect union!" "As not a single one of us will escape this great house, that has no door!" The human needed to say no more, for they agreed unanimously, that he should lead their Utopian Dream, to build a new garden, a new Eden, devoid of mischievous vipers, and of their evil ways!
‘Twas two thousand and fifty AD, Planet earth found it’s tipping point, this year was decision year, leaders of every country of our world came together to formulate a workable system to prevent the inevitable demise of our planet, our eco systems were being destroyed at an alarming pace, wild life becoming extinct, water supply’s nearing critical point, pollution had devastated our waterways, seas, and oceans, undoubtedly the blame for this catastrophe was placed on human activity, new directives and rules to prevent these problems to escalate was passed unanimously, top of their agenda was an end to warfare, next was the ever increasing human population followed by effects of new technologies.
It was decided that war must become a thing of the past, no country or state as from two thousand and seventy can inflict any aggression towards any other country.
Human population would be curtailed and monitored.
New technologies would be prioritised, investment would increase enormously.
Unfortunately there were opposition to all proposals which created an adverse outcome, and consequences.
We are now in the year two thousand one hundred and eighteen,
advances in technology has exceeded all expectations, human interaction is now not allowed, every human is served by machines that mimic humans and are of human form, earth is now controlled by a centralised computer system that monitors everyone and everything, human lifespan is now restricted, the maximum age is fifty years, our health is monitored every month, all children under the age of sixteen are educated in isolated institutions by computerised systems in isolation, human reproduction is totally controlled artificially through egg and sperm banks, incubation in artificial wombs in laboratories, these offspring never encounter any human interaction, my abode is a single room I am served by two robots that fulfils all my needs, nutrients and medication is all intravenous, I require no exercise, I sleep for a maximum of eight hours, everything else is virtual, my vacations are interplanetary and interact with inhabitants of other planets,
What a difference 100 years can make so expect big changes!
May 26 2018.
Contest:- in 100 years