Love is thought
needing a subject
and predicate
lover and object
blossom and voyeur
dreaming fond connections,
often crossing taboos
of distance…
exchanging scents and feel,
the bow, rudder and keel
of relationship
Yet, that mystery remains
the lone whale basking
seeming above the ripples
the albatross on a still night
soaring on unseen current
a collapsed sail undisturbed
by bleeding sunlight
which will I be today?
God or His Man?
Categories:
divisions, christian, faith, humanity, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
She made the sign of the cross as she passed the park by the cathedral,
His Baptist legs stopped dead on its tracks killing his amorous rush,
His ‘whatever voice’ said, “choose your churchified kind”
The Presbyterian friend raised an eyebrow like his grandma does,
And reclined into congregational mode humming “Amazing Grace”
Then she looked up and saw the third pal muttering unknown tongues,
Clutching her rosary, wide eyed she rushed her ‘the more the better ‘Hail Marys’ ’
Last night she recalled Mr. Miracle on TV, arms reaching, asking, to dig deep –
Eyes, eye to eye with the camera: ‘give, give and you’ll get returns, big time!’
And then her walls came down, her catholic spirit cold as a smokeless altar –
Then she saw walls come up, like sacrosanct divisions, typifying God.
What about love? Humph! What’s love got to do with it? Jeez!
Categories:
divisions, emotions,
Form: Narrative
Year sixteen dawned with a lot of fuss—
Of Us and the rest all called Versus,
Apart like North-South poles,
No diamonds, both black coals,
Both missing: caught are they in same bus.
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Whilst USA entered a post-truth era, the world found its Word of the Year, and India its expertise in politics of populism, call it politics of polarization: nationalists Vs anti-nationals, patriots and not, making up a year of extremes that achieved little. Both the Houses lost over 80% of business time. It seems people on Earth no more feels they are in the same bus, a break-less bus called Earth hurtling down the precipice.
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Happenings | 02.01.17 |
Categories:
divisions, new year, satire, world,
Form: Limerick
At a glance (glimpse)
To the average tourist
the wall is (was) the divide
between east and west
Checkpoint Charlie
the obvious choice
point of reference
almost irreverent
in its poignancy
To see the cultural divisions
needs close obs, more diligence
The guest workers from the east
restless from centuries of abuse
and ethnic cleansing
abrade against western ways
I hate you, I don't know why
I hate you but I do
surfaces at night and
the policing of this only adds to this
increases the tension
The Ufer bars, the nightclub
under counter guns and hand outs
of pills that could kill and do your intellect
are all part of this
In a harmonious kind of way
this melds and mashes and makes up
what is Berlin
a very lovable and culturally
diverse city.
Categories:
divisions, angst, appreciation, art, beauty,
Form: Free verse
I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..
I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..
I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..
They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..
We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..
By: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
1:16am
Categories:
divisions, absence, abuse, age, analogy,
Form: Ballad
Infant mind preferred scientist the best
Whose brain worked off beat beneath a bird’s nest.
Alas! Time told that I wasn’t at all gifted by god,
So it was inconceivable to befriend sin, log and mod!
Then was the school life, amazed with pilots and aero science,
Flying free with strong wings was definitely nice!
Someone told that people with hi-eyepower were not allowed
The excuse was enough to drop the dream of being pilot-renowned.
So I participated in school dramas with a secret fervor of acting,
I was tired of seeing more and more talent; and decided of quitting.
Music then became a part of my life; I started listening to all kinds
I failed a school audition, so further working on it would be a sacrifice.
So I began to grow tired of this endless game; grew tired of being tired
And went on and on, writing this poem without fear of being fired!
Because I had learnt my lesson too early, yet failed to see I had not
There would certainly be better; hope was still to be the best shot.
Categories:
divisions, confusion, depression, hope, introspection,
Form: Couplet