Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.
Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to re-remember?
The pathway forward is revealed by
Incense whispers drifting skywards...
Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.
Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to re-remember?
The pathway forward is revealed by
Incense whispers drifting skywards...
Life puzzled me with its different doors,
In number four.
Each had a unique name,
It was a wisdom game.
They were categorised ; to one's need,
While choosing one must choose with heed.
Names : Peace, haste, shortcut and greed,
There wasn't discrimination, I agreed.
Opening one will open all,
One will lead you to the house, out of all.
Each had a surprise for one,
This only depends upon on one's wisdom,
Chose 'peace' with sweat on face,
Haste could make all mess,
My selection, gave me my family back,
Choosing others, could keep my life at stack.
Other gifts : ditch, demon and room full of darkness,
Without wisdom this would be the outcome : I guess.
In life family is main,
Don't waste time in chasing material gain...
By :- Rohit Sharma (Joker)
Would it be considered nefarious
If I call my poems ‘hilarious’
Our humour is subjective …
I write from MY perspective
It’s a trait of my sign Aquarius!
I have never categorised any of my poems as ‘hilarious’ as what I consider is humourous is a matter of opinion and often when I read ‘hilarious’ poems I don’t find them that amusing
01~27~17
Diamond
Diamond does not know the value of self before processing
Human does endeavour to make its claim after risky playing
Tradition, similarly set and beautified by value set by name
Miscellaneous present and hidden culture dignified by men
Friends those should not be categorised as if of empty brain
Multiferous cultures are still present in men to men like gem
Those which vanished in scene from the days were also queen
Accreditation by men for unknown hard aren't grounds for fun
Come, share the important of brain adorning it with a diamond
With development and pass of era enabled men allowing fame
Diamonds are not those only objects which glitter after evolution
All supreme behave which gave men life of glory and pride behind
Whether all humanity should have endowed with honourable behave
Life, on earth, would have bestowed bright diamond for all and for ever.
Deepak Chalise
21/4/2016
At the pearly gates, I was categorised,
with all of the others waiting to enter inside.
The questions were many and searching, too,
but if honestly answered, rewards were for you.
Have you ever been unfaithful, to your spouse,
was one that was easy, because I'm no louse.
The number of times that you said that you cheated,
was the decider as to whatever transport you rated.
If never you'd strayed, a Rolls Royce it was yours,
If once or twice, a Ford Escort for tours.
Multiple times and it got a lot worse,
depending on how many, you could end up with a horse.
I collected my Rolls and I drove it away,
waving to others and feeling OK.
But then I espied a man who was crying,
so I stopped and I asked him, what it was that was ailing.
Between sobs he explained that his dear wife and he,
were both dead from drowning in the North Sea.
And while he was driving his Rolls, he was floored,
When he overtook his wife who was on a skateboard.
When talking to a born again Christian,
I need to think certain things about them,
That they’re at the baseline mentally ill,
For saying that Jesus, who’s dead, is alive.
An opinion is an opinion, it can stand,
But Christianity makes a claim bold, stark,
About an historical man who effected,
Christians say he is god, so lives today.
I believe it to affect your mental health,
‘Cos this has real imprecatory waves,
For those alive today with a condition:
Christians give them faith healing.
This is wrong and can’t be tolerated,
Needs diminished and categorised,
Relegate Christianity to the lower way,
And assert yourself within secularism.
Is this the school of metaphysics,
The nullifier of ontology?
The diluter of pluralism,
The supporter of monotony?
A description of the virtues,
Depends on the physical existing;
Objects, people, colours and tastes,
Not a divine attributes listing.
What you teach in assembly,
Influences the life of every school child;
A glance, a look, a gesture, a stare,
Beckons mental illness beguiled.
All beliefs should be acceptable,
But humanistic values should centre,
For an understanding environment,
To cherish the individual’s banter.
There’s really not so many ways of life,
All can be categorised to make a few,
So that each family can be understood,
Whether loved, or by the child reacted to.
All too often I just so wanted, needed,
My headmaster to know the poems in my head,
Every night, just so that I could cope with life,
So that he would have good orchestrations.
It only takes a moment to slyly dismiss,
A pupil who’s from atheism’s stance,
But a legislation on school assembly,
Would give many kids a chance.
Men of affairs, scientists, gentlemen collectors,
researchers, technicians, plankton detectors.
Ladies, when permitted, provided manful help
Wading shorelines intrepidly for variegated kelp.
Be-whiskered men off charted shores
their Science to be applied.
From blindest depths defy stern jaws
to reveal a great divide.
Thus predate all faith - shift their cores –
expecting the spring tide.
Knowing their names, seeking their protection.
Categorised, specified, a literal dissection.
Must now each specimen elders plucked, and carefully
selected,
be hidden forever, politically corrected?
Dead-eyed and soaked, deep in their jars.
Pickled in formaldehyde.
Gentleman, killer? The choice is yours,
Think well before you decide.
Is the Creator of countless stores
Dr. Jekyll or Mister Hyde?
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