Cuarenta Poems - Poems about Cuarenta

COPLA CUARENTA Y NUEVE: This Bad Guy World Meantime we’ve got this Bad Guy World Where the Bad Guys have it all their way: Should Good Guys laze If Good Guys stop toiling to mould A better world in Tao Way: World in a daze The Grand Design calls for Spoil Sports Those “society” thinks less of: Who the hell cares Bad Guys are made...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y OCHO: This Bad Guy World How easy it’d be to believe All is maya all mere figment: Nada vision Yet how might one make believe All is night in the firmament: Just illusion Who has returned when breath has gone Who knows no lasting pain in this life: Who does not cry Pain is real sorrow’s turned to bone Separation the lone soul’s...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y SIETE: This Bad Guy World Could humans be thought intelligent And gods dumb blind bloody heartless: Might it look true Or are humans made to relent Higher design by gods no less: More likely true Supreme God uses toddler gods The rhythmic Shiva dance divine: Yang-Yin la-di-da Till humans learn to become gods And submit to His Grand Design: Lordly lila* • Lila (leela): In Hinduism,...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World Religious hate-mongers pullulate Gullets stuffed full make laymen loathe: Sacred totem Even football wins dedicate « To Country, Race and team-mates’ Faith! »: Sport’s anathème When prayers rise from stadium grounds For wins against rival teams’ gods: Holy Crusade Who plays whom on consecrated grounds Little gods dribble balls with swords: Pray in stockade © T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y CINCO: This Bad Guy World If all the people on this Earth Decided to believe in One God: Guess who jobless Sure, humans need caring from birth Not at the cost of sparing rod: Coax hate madness Who will speak for the Almighty Must show proof of saintly presence: Loin-cloth yogi Not that there weren’t some thought saintly They served lepers not malevolence: Power...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World Animals mammals kill to eat Thinking animals kill humans: For their own gods Most of all those who One god feat Turn on themselves with blasting guns: Schizophrenic gods No founders of religion wrote The words attributed to them: Holy hearsay* Clergies interpret arrogate Late remembered words post mortem: If gods could pray… *Note: Excepting Taoism, but then the "Tao...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y TRES: This Bad Guy World No one’s to blame for being a dope Nor for nursed beliefs from cradles: Unless born Lords Nor be blamed for sucking on dope Nor for believing word riddles: If told they’re God’s Not what but where raised to believe Born to parents in which country: Pavlov rats all If God loves and knows all who live Why...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y DOS: This Bad Guy World This Life’s nothing but a sink pit You wake up one day deep in it: No one’s to blame Yet the Phoney Fake Hypocrite Don’t even have to try to make it: Theirs is the game Still here and there the genuine Leave sweat behind them in chagrin: Bled tears don’t dry Those whose lives distil ink...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y UNO: This Bad Guy World Engine turns on a principle Whole physical laws based on it: E-motion-less Humans think their plight’s multiple No one’s asking them not to quit: Life’s such a mess Whole planets and solar systems In white heat blow up as Quasars: Or Black Holes suck Would pastiche Primal Soup poems Paste poets on canvass stars: The best of luck! © T....

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COPLA CUARENTA: This Bad Guy World The World looks good for those on top For theirs the very handiworks: The rest serve them For long centuries top spun top Some turned tables to take over works: Looks good to them If changing hands changes no head Bad Guys gravitate up ladder: World upside down Turn the pyramid on its head Vow of poverty for ruler: Make good...

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