japanese folklore
sweet souls of the departed
gentle fireflies
african culture
fireflies are bad luck
such diversity
In a mother’s eyes
no flaw is visible
her heart a quiet refuge
a place that always says welcome.
In a lover’s gaze
every glance carries meaning
but her heart can feel like a clinic
open only to wounds that don’t bleed too deep.
In a father’s world
tears are tucked away
love spoken in silence
offered through actions, never words.
But in a lover’s world
tears are dismissed as weakness
and love must be loud
a performance, always on stage.
Light
a match
let it spark
red, white, and blue.
Each hue’s so distinct.
Three, but truly we’re one.
Devour pain now and free peace,
consume the flame become fireworks.
A clear mind stems from understanding
dense differences build United States.
“Bang, Bang”,
It may Feel
Sometimes, when You’re getting
Them.
A giant list,
Requests, And All,
Complaints!
Concerns!
And worst Of all Tall,
Excessive Pleas,
to be Incomprehensible.
Preposterously Useless
to the Naked eye.
Providing No
Interesting Information
as Claymation,
Is to One,
While
animation is an Art to some,
It Depends all upon,
The Jolly sum --
Of Many feeling a,
Beautiful bird
Soar,
With Painted Wings,
Fly,
Differently than,
Claymationists.
Our lives may be parallel but
our personalities and attitudes
are quite different.
we have both been successful in
what we do, but have used
methods that suited our journeys.
you do what you do that best suits you,
I am what I am for what defines me.
we do not need to clash with
our differences in our experiences,
we can share the satisfaction of
our achievements.
if we can learn to live with our
mutual sense of happiness and well
being, there is much joy to be spread.
So when we meet, let us have a consensus
of opinion, based on mutual respect,
so we can have a meaningful dialogue,
where our bond is strengthened by
understanding,
and our lives enriched by stability,
further journeys made easier,
that fill our spaces with peace,
we can still walk away with our
differences and attitudes.
Life is a successful field
if we learn to curb our wild instincts,
and learn to respect each other’s charms
and the need to keep our differences.
We are so different, totally.
There hardly is a thing
that gives us common ground at all,
but it is interesting –
that we can still live side by side
in pure peace if we try.
Cuz everything is possible…
when we see eye to eye.
27/7/2024.
Close to the 45th anniversary.
Still no idea where to go.
Should I leave it to fate?
The more I know you,
The bigger the gaps in every aspect.
Just like every body,
You could not keep your promises.
Well, I hate surprises,
What you did was as predicted.
In a way, it was OK,
But, somehow, I did not like any bit of it.
There were many reasons people do not want gift,
What were your excuses?
You hurt me unintentionally, but deeply, and carelessly.
I was hurt by your ignorance and inconsideration.
Were selfish, mean and cruel just to get back at me?
Were you consistent and full of confusion?
Not quite hypocrite, but close enough to it.
Knowing I have so much to share,
You did not even show you care.
If someone spoke a different language to you,
Would you kill them?
If somebody worshipped a different god than you,
Would you kill them?
You, personally, would you kill them?
How much hatred could you be filled with
All because someone lives a different life to you?
Why are we, as people, so averse to the unknown;
So desperate to destroy what we don’t understand?
What happens if we find aliens—
Something we’ve talked about for so long—
And they have a different way of life than we do?
Would we tear them apart
Just because, in our eyes, their culture is “wrong”,
Even after being so desperate to meet them?
Yes, this world we live in has a painful history of destruction;
Of wanting everyone in one box; all the same;
Everyone like this one “perfect” example of how we should be.
But why do such obscene things
Just because something is new and strange
And is therefore labelled evil?
We can’t live sheltered lives forever:
There will always be so many things we don’t know;
Something we haven’t encountered before.
Yet thousands have been killed—probably more—
And why? We are all humans. Yet, somehow,
We have made each other our greatest enemies.
A world of light and no differences there,
A town full of people bright colors and more.
Her darkness in the world
Her walk was singing the most beautiful melody,
Looking at her made some think dreams could be reality
Some people said she was utterly disgusting,
They walk past and thought wow she is something.
Her darkness, her beauty, she really made a difference.
In a world full of color, she echoed in sorrow
The dark clothes, her hair, and face full of black makeup
They called her ugly just because she was different
Faces they gave her and things that they said,
A woman that was thought to only be seen in books,
A witch? A vampire? A monster of a person.
No! she was not she was just different,
In a world full of color no one understood her.
She was just who she wanted to be and no one could change it
Life presents so many challenges every day
Explore all life has to offer what do you say
What can I do to make life better for all mankind
A good start would be to distribute all the love and happiness I can find
The anger that boils over on our planet is becoming impossible to bear
Eliminate the hate that is shown which creates even more despair
If we want this world to survive and be vibrant once more
It is up to every one of us to put our differences aside to bring a stop to constant wars
One person can not change the world but if we work together we certainly can
An example needs to come from our politicians as it seems getting along they can not understand
The word compromise might as well be eliminated from our lives as it continues to experience a deep decline
If we do not change our ways soon in a more positive way we are all going to be left behind
As Space knows no true
vacuum – (in a vast sense
always exhibiting abundance of
space) -- so near Nature,
fills with infinite mystery,
delights in difference
though rudiments may compare
no two blossoms exactly alike
a slight, odd, curl in a petal
shade or hue its own
specific blend
no twin with definitive
blessing and sin
unlike governments
always attempting to lump
pigeon-hole
engraving community hallmarks on its
peoples
though they have individual hearts
and individual souls --
"We are no different"- they said,
looking for reason to divide instead
The biggest ile I was told
is that every life matters... ditto
Black, Mexican, Yellow, White
they made us think only one is right
But is it true? Is it though?
Or is it just easier to hate than let go?
forget about past, have a fresh start,
open our eyes to reality around
rewrite that was written with hate; disrespect
unite as four equal and our rights - protect
What else one could aspire for
More than a world without war?
We’ve seen many wars before…
And lost countless lives heretofore.
Against wars if you want to fight for,
With open hearts come to the fore.
If you want them to happen no more,
Reasons for their cause you explore.
Altogether, your differences you ignore;
Foster not enmity among you anymore.
Jealousy and envy you fully deplore;
Love and affection you finally restore.
There the weapons of destruction galore;
Them each one of us has to abhor.
For ‘Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam’ if you implore,
The world minus war for you will be in store!
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A World Without War Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
2nd Place
Our differences
Are like the pieces of a puzzle called life
Where the picture on the box
Shows all joys and all strife
Shapes fit just the same
The bright and the dull
Mis-shapes take some time
As we chew and we mull
In the end it's all fine
Unique in it's beauty
An imperfect image
Released from all duty
To conform to the world
With it's rules, fascinations;
They say we don't fit
We defy expectations
So here we abide
With the 'freaks' and outsiders
Discarding the outer, as
What matters? Inside does.
We get the blame so very often,
Less life experience they say.
They think they're so much better than us,
because let’s face it we’re
merely children.
Pure and simple no worries on our mind.
But even when they scold and frown,
the blame certainly is not always ours.
What really puts them and us apart,
except hours?
The only thing they want is something we can’t reach.
Since we are us and they are them,
neither perfect nor willing to admit it.
And with time passing our differences shrink
our status molded into one,
the story repeats once again,
with the children of our own.
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