Best Uncontaminated Poems
Early Mourning
I sift through his Taoist rants
searching the brilliance and madness
for something to make sense; to inspire.
And he does not insult me
with the dust of dead men
though dust is what remains.
Ash falls through my fingers,
as promised, plenty of his own decay,
pure and uncontaminated,
his spirit whispering remembrance;
his legacy blowing in the wind
captured in my heart and lungs.
Comes and it goes, sometimes more than other
times when you don’t want it to be there for you
and it seems you‘re never destined to cover
the possessions you don’t need to but you go through
so much pain just to remain innately insane.
Today I thought I saw the zenith of my dreams,
foolish me, as if the blind man can attain
visions of evaporated rain shaped like raceme
still stained on my window left from morning’s tears.
Life hangs heavy on this half-lit horizon just beyond
the glass separating me from all that I’ve feared;
to turn all those small puddles into big ponds
containing something uncontaminated with doubt,
maybe those coming clouds can end this drought?
When trouble finds my place in time
I stick to rhythm meter rhyme
The planet wobbles out of kilter
Poetry is my lens reflection filter
As virus sheds its ugly eerie mask's persona
I can be stronger than corona
Isolation and reclusion are no pleasure
But ink and fountain pen retain their measure
Nothing is worse than speechless tongues
I breathe with so far uncontaminated lungs
And when the apocalypse is high and nigh
As the quill is coughing with a sigh
At least I've done my bit until the final day
I'll script depict fantasise ponder have my say
About what matters in the grander schemes
In essence love compassion dreams
Just like the covert bug has no frontier
I hold my friends and lover dear
Empathy also should not stick to a random borderline
Transcends gender race class and toughens social twine
A seasoned and rebellious maverick will not be muted
In fact narration and lock down are rather suited
8th April 2020
Author Dana Redricks
June 9, 2019
Thank God for my children
They inspired me to want to
do great things
To exceed to do something
to impact their world and my
world
Even though I didn't have
a good beginning and this
world can be so unpleasant
I believe children are a gift
from God
We take our focus off
ourselves to help shape the
life of that little one so
innocent and pure
uncontaminated by this world
You want so much to shield
them but you know you never could
completely so you put trust in
Jesus because you know he
will
(1)
Strophe
Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers:
the uncanny wrath bearer, the poacher's prey,
the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature, the ecology's majestic role player;
the curtain raiser of ecosystem's air purifier.
Alas! Your iconographic role is omitted,
you, the saviour of the mortal race
from the contagious diseases.
Astounded! How you uncontaminated dear environment.
Your poaching has taken away
the soul of the balanced ecosystem;
crucial is saviour friend's presence, on the verge of extinction plight might have horrid ripple effect!
(2)
Antistrophe
Irony! The friend's void can't be substituted by mere replicas of sustainable development;
the diminishing existence will
drastically affect the local food webs!
How alluring to have a glimpse
of the hunch and tuck of the bird's head in the cold,
flapping and fluttering the wings,
stretching the neck in the heat!
You, remain aloft for hours,
soars gracefully on long broad wings;
with dazzling sharp eyes
from the highlands to pick the carrion!
(3)
Epode
Your iconographic presence is being honoured by the myths, legends, fables of civilizations from ages.
High time to contemplate, to introspect,
to jump into the ecosystem's integral bandwagon:
as pivotal to rescue and redeem the bird's friendly endangered existence!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
Radio free State of Deseret 3 July 2118, 6 PM Salt Lake Time
International news first.
27 Zionist terrorists leaders were beheaded in the Caliphat of Palestine yesterday after their failed attempt to establish a third state of Israel in Jerusalem during Rhamadan.
One of the last two remaining members of the European Union, France, decided to secede after the other remaining member, Germany, forcibly annexed neighboring Austria after a surprise attack last night. Experts think the attack on Austria was to gain thousands of hectares of undepleted uncontaminated topsoil, and to find a place to deport all the refugees Germany has taken in from the Kurdistan-Turkey-Syria conflict.
After six months of street fighting, Anglo-Canadian forces finally captured the last of the Quebec Libre forces in Montreal. Surviving members of the Libre forces offered only token resistance, as most were near starvation from the blockades.
Several promising oil fields have been identified in the Amazon River Valley of Brazil. Indigent natives had already left the area after the last of the rain forests had been plowed-under to grow sugar crops to make ethanol for fuel.
Venezuela and the Latino Free State of Texas are competing for contracts to drill.
Regional news.
Tomorrow marks what would have been the 342nd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence of the former United States of America. It also marks the 42nd anniversary of the simultaneous nuclear attack by North Korea and Iran on 7 major coastal cities of the USA during America's tricentennial celebrations, which precipitated the schisms in North America today.
The Deseret Volunteer Guard and Air Force successfully defended the kingdom against a new wave of attacks by gangs, pirates, and sexual deviants that tried to infiltrate via Las Vegas into what used to be Zion National Park.
The Prophet's Safety Council wants to remind all faithful member-citizens to avoid exposure to direct sunlight, to always carry your portable water decontamination kits and air filter masks with you, and to compost all plant materials and use your compost in your sheltered Victory Greenhouses.
Keep the Faith. Radio free State of Deseret signing off.
In One Hundred Years poetry contest
3 June 2018.
Incineration of Indian Love God Madan ( Cupid )2 of Many
or Madan Dahan in Hindi
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. Partly edited in Hindi also by Ravindra K Kapoor
English translation and version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Prelude to this epic.
According to Indian mythology Madan the Love God or Cupid was asked to divert the attention of Lord Shiva*, the supreme God of Hindus, who was lost in deep meditation, so that Lord Shiva may be requested to help the Gods from the attacks of the demon supreme immortal Tarakasur. However, when Madan disturbed Him in meditation Shiva became too furious and opened His third eye. Madan the Cupid God got burnt by the fire of the anger of his third eye. This epic reveals many interesting incidents about this story later in this series…..
Incineration of Indian Love God Madan ( Cupid )2 of Many
Uncontaminated Love prevailed,
In men and women alike,
Moving without bondages,
Like the birds fly in the sky.
While living on the beautiful Earth,
All were enjoying it's glory,
And keeping faith in truth,
A love empire was created on Earth.
Violence was there, but was
Hated and dishonoured by all,
Only the selfless and pure love,
Was the ideal of everyone's life.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd April 2012
to continue in 3....
EASTER
May that great, Christ spirit within, be risen?
Let it escape the clutches of our heart’s prison.
Let it not come from the hypocrisy of organized religion
but from a pure, innocent, free soul – let it be freely given.
Let it not come from duplicity, but from the uncontaminated heart
where the Christ spirit, the Christ philosophy within, should start.
B. J. “A” 2
April 2nd 2015
Power of Journeys
New horizons speak in hope and pull me to Pablo Neruda’s country
‘Twenty poems of love’ inspired by Santiago Robinson Crusoe Island
Serene landscapes volcanoes Andean mountains are outspokenly funky
I seek the space vibes vastness Chilean seduction loudly and silent
Few books opened my voice more than ‘The Gulag Archipelago’ scripted
by Alesandr Solzhenitsyn and thus my eyes have to explore the Siberian Plain
Despite all that ice a melting pot of souls minds and cultures encrypted
I need to welcome silence once more and Lake Baikal into my inner terrain
‘The Paradise of the Blind’ with heart blooded ink by Duong Thu Huong
wants exploration quiet reflection uncontaminated comprehension
Nature wrapped in philosophy the Mekong Delta is where I belong
Peace solitude reclusion at times require my full travelling attention
On this voyage Pinochet Stalin and Ho Chi Min can stay in their grave
Blending and mixing with beauty wise words Mother Earth is what I crave
12.21.2020
Look up! My willing heartsoftest breath
Awaken to aGREAT CONJUNCTION
800 year cycleTwo celestial marblesJupiter & Saturncomplex expansion-restriction relationship
converge onThe longest night - Winter Solstice - The shortest daylight
Without recessBoth marching on confidently….. & sodo our breaths.parading in Rings of Saturn
Align True Self ina sense of spaciousness, cosmic promiserefueled renewed - I am!
My tender tears are safe here…… & soare yours.in this exquisite planetary dance
In presence of twilight, indescribable claritydrowning ontouncontaminated consciousness
Heart mirror: Serenity orbiting humanism
May we dance againUnder the Star of Bethlehem
The era of darkness is near,
I can smell the ground starting to rot.
The penetrating scent of Fetidity
Assaulting the nostrils of pure souls.
With the putrid scent goes along,
Your last uncontaminated Exhalation.
There goes the only hope you had
For by tomorrow all this will be dematerialized.
The sulphuric spoor consuming nonstop,
Leaving behind traces of what once was.
Vast Emptiness within the dark realms,
Something is missing, but nothing to be found.
Unseen corpses embalmed in raw eggs,
Reaching out through the increasing pressure.
Flesh and blood mixed with perturbed fear,
Despair, Misery and an unruly urge to imbibe.
Sulphurous Aroma caressing your Aura,
You’re holding back your spirit; but it’s gone.
You’re all alone and you know where you are;
The New Age of Darkness, has begun.
Hate and intolerance, wicked evils of the world.
Prejudices, biases, and bigotry
ran high and rampant -
in times of unrest and hardship.
Why are some so thoughtless?
I realize that hate is not something
that is natural to us.
From the early beginning of life,
that spontaneously sprung into existence.
Like a blade of grass appearing unbeknownst
in a silent crack on the sidewalk.
Back then, we were still -
uncontaminated by the evils -
as we grew older, in some,
they took roots and planted the seeds
of ignorant stereotypes.
Put in place and cultivated,
by the very society we live in.
With the numberless amounts of fertilizers
that society fed to them,
they began inciting hate and prejudices.
In the end, all those efforts resulted in violence.
Purposely released upon those
of difference, be it of
race, religion, or sexual orientation,
that can't bend to its will,
in its own disillusioned image.
Hate, intolerance, prejudice, bias, and bigotry -
from forth its heart
it unleashed onto the world -
fear, unrest, violence,
and ultimately, destruction.
Near a distant sun
Under an uncontaminated crystalline sky
Exists a world without me
Where the viridescent grass ages unchallenged
Wears wizened beards
And bows only to the wind
Where the waters crash when you thirst to surf
Smooths when you desire to paddle
And ripples towards shore when you’re heading home
Where zebras change their stripes daily
From neon green to psychedelic purple
Or any color in between
Where the “H” on a building simply symbolizes “Help”
And is a communal gathering place
Where anyone can ask and receive assistance with anything
Where government is synonymous with communication
Leadership is synonymous with service
And opponent is synonymous with respect
But, this distant inhabitation,
Magnificent as it may be
Lacks Caleb, Adam, and Kelsi
Two sons and a daughter that have shone so bright
That they must have burned themselves into my pupils
Since they are always in my sight
So, I turn from this distant scene
A dream without an imperfect me
Because,
A world full of wonders
Will always fall short of wonderful
Without the likes of Caleb, Adam, and Kelsi
There!
See the cloud.
Uncontaminated, white and glowing
to the point of brilliance
Small object that suffers
from an education of envy.
Jealousy surrounds everything,
but will it begin to eat itself?
Look into the abyss
of a simple book of pleasures.
A garden blooms and is reduced
to a garden bower.
Digestion is blocked by acids.
Corrosion never cleanses,
it just rusts and congeals
in fabricated trends
No feeling of purity
just a chemical reaction
like the Sun, but
lasting a generation.
There!
See the cloud.
Misty and full of blood.
Arteries thicken everyday.
Do not ever give a simple prejudice
Or making it based on what you conceived
The world is filled of questions
And you are fighting to protect your own opinion
Even though you are uncertain with the reason
Yet the answer is still an illusion
Equality…
Talking about living in the world of men
Inequality is a daily food for the women
The gender is a hard evidence to rip it out
To rip the power of being equally treats
Women are fighting for not being mentally abused
Or being physically harassed
Talking about the women in the world of men
Equality…
Racism is not just a simple epidemic
All about the stereotype are indicated to divide
White, black, yellow, red, brown whatever you called us
It’s just a camouflage to describe the variety of beings
But the thought sometimes killed
Discrimination is like a holocaust
A bomb that happened from time to time
Why don’t you take a look at yourself?
Are you God or uncontaminated from sins
And guarantee that heaven is you last home
You are wrong…for being narrow-mindedness
A being has to learn
To learn to understand
To understand what to believe
Because believing is gold
Gold of knowledge
Knowledge of wise
Wise in thinking
Thinking that all beings are equal
And equality is the key of tolerance
Better keep that in mind