Best Uncared For Poems

Brothers killing brothers......a field of blood
sisters slaying sisters.......instead of bearing sons.
mothers ,daughters..fathers, sons
all dead and gone, kindred spirits slaughtered one by one
by the hand of those each should love. 
I wonder if at the last moment they had second thoughts
Is this the way to go...

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Laying on a dark street corner 
the flames of a makeshift fire 
the only sign of light 
and a frugal attempt at warmth, 
on a cold winter’s night 
lost in thought, 
or so it seems 
confused and helpless... 

stuck in a time zone, 
unfairly treated...

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I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where...

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Mother Teresa, I salute thee!

              Thou art,a pious soul and
     
              Indeed God's chosen messenger

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My harmony is the preserver of my banality, which, when shaken and stirred by the disturbers, pump up the mouth by Words, occasionally jargons. But having a very keen eye at my aloneness I safely prefer to pen them down.
 
Those Disturbers appears to be...

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Some place somewhere,in nowhere
Oh! come dearly wind,come to the place and everywhere
Were it not bad of you to bend and bypass us in your haste
Eternal it would be-had love been bethrothe'
To the valley,slummed with valour sparse
Over thy children deliver the sermon of love

Sizzling sobliquity enlarged-in...

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A love as pure as light, a knife that cuts through any barrier. As sweet as candy floss, light and delicate they might say. A warm burning fire, consumed by repeating faith. What might they say would be wrong?

The deeper the love is, the closer...

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The young Kumar’s wife dancing bright,
Offering to all exciting pleasant sight.
Making her waist into the vivacious folds,
Throwing the eye glances to the folks.
Her neap tide vest and spring tide bosom,
Unruly, swelling, her case cannot fathom.
Clicking in each step of her movements,
Opening up websites for entertainments.

Kumar’s...

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We mere shadows seek supports
When somewhere else lie our beings
Uncared  for  in inarticulate shores,

By  debris  left of uprisings.
Before the delayed departure
Does our bliss alight for a while

On  precipices. In the brief
Interlude within  eternity.
Can traverse on and on it seems.

We...

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What words do we choose for maximizing our ultimate accomplishments,
achieving our healthiest goals,
measuring our 100% successful therapeutic outcome projections?

Why do these words, 
and our feelings about these choices 
wave in and out of optimal happiness and prosperity, 
even when quantitative measures suggest our historical maximums...

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Neglected and forlorn
like the parent uncared for 
left to the ravages of time
the great pyramids of Khuf
Khafre and Menaura sit.
The city about them spewing
the gases of man into the once
pristine desert and sky.
Hydrocarbons and lead turn
the atmosphere a shade of ochre
tinged with rust, 
and the...

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Bed.
Bedlam.
Bethlehem.
Chronic traumatic encephalopathy:
Something with football and clandestine
Conferences, like political campaigns.
Suicides just outside the bride's bridal shower,
Because of a concussion?
Numerous concussions? In London?
Perhaps it was rugby.
Poor groom, with blood across his tuxedo.
Poor bride, reeling at the sight.
This is Bethlehem, home of the hurt, the dead, and...

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We humans are like freshly washed clothes on clothes lines

fluttering in gentle breeze, different designs,

made up of all colours, different shapes and size

created for certain jobs, live under same skies,

we have purpose, a reason, we are all needed

like clothes on that line one day we'll...

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People are often unreasonable 
And self-centered 
Forgive them any way
If you are kind people may
Accuse  you of ulterior motives
Be kind any way
If you are honest people 
May cheat you
Be honest anyway 
If you find happiness people 
May be jealous 
Be happy anyway
The good you...

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Sun leathered skin, tanned and flayed

lies draped over the bench’s wooden slats.

A long-forgotten art brought back to

lack-lustre life

along the boardwalk.

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This wrinkled pre-aged skin,

pricked in not so neat lines

each track a stop on the journey

that brings their nodding half-lives

to the boardwalk.

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The coke and ice-cream hit, not...

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