When you are too cool,
And we are dangerously fool!
When you are too good,
And we are mistakenly rude!
When you are going to forgive,
And we are going to dive in the ocean of deceitful bliss!
When you erroneously allow us to speak,
And we are going to attack you at your peak!
You call us "the collaborators",
You kill us by the disgraceful gladiators,
You keep us safe by biased words,
You provide us bliss with the disguised curse.
Until you live long in the blissful hell,
Until you confine us in the glorious jail,
Until you can be refined in your guilty conscience,
Until you rebuke us for our misguided sense.
We are united as your crown is denied,
We are guilty as you are still our guide.
We are ashamed that we didn't know our mind,
That is why you can still rule us and deride.
Fallacious wars
The war in Ukraine disturbs me greatly
Russia invaded and invasion is as we know illegal
with few exceptions like when NATO attacked
Serbia, Bombed Belgrade hit the Chinese embassy and laughed about it.
Not to forget the invasion of Iraq and Syria and other smaller forgettable wars where the people got what they deserved.
But that's the way it is, two fractions can't be telling the truth at the same time and when they try to it is called propaganda.
Russia today will not tolerate NATO troops which
are The US, foreign legion, a war machine looking
for a war where peace might intrude.
The problem in the western hemisphere is simply due to our greed, wanting the minerals other countries have and scheming how to destroy these
places in the name of the political system we erroneously call democracy.
As we know, all wars a wrong, but some wars are
are wronger than others.
Your hubris is exceeded only
By your inordinate narcissism.
You erroneously believe in your
Immaculate perfection.
You address your "inferiors"
Condescendingly,
In the mistaken belief that they ARE
Your inferiors.
You swagger and
Strut about like a peacock
In full display;
Intoxicated by its own
Beauty,
Blind to its
Marred,
Scaly feet.
Head held high,
Eyes filled with disdain,
Heart swollen with pride,
Soul blemished by conceit.
Oh, lowly creature!
Moulded you are from humble clay:
Forgotten have you in your
Haughty arrogance –
The inevitable truth of your
Return to the dust
From whence you came…
I do not, even, erroneously think,
It's in infidelity that our life-boat did sink;
An infatuation might be; or like magnet,
A pull from east or west pole, got set;
The love that palm-tree-like I considered,
Got uprooted as though termite-eaten shed;
Was there, like within sand hidden, sword-like stone?
Did within in our smiles hide some bitterness unknown?
Wasn't life, like clear-stream, flawlessly flowing?
Why, minds, yet, recklessly, like tempests, blowing?
Never you seemed to show minutest of anger,
Why then, within this sudden noisy clangor?
Did I withhold any little of your self-esteem?
Or did I doom any of your highly-held dream?
Or, like men irresponsible, who neglect their duties,
Did I lack commitment in esteem your beauties?
Seasons raid; weathers invade; flowers fade;
Isn’t, yet, we bride and groom for each other made?
If hypocrisy prevails our hearts, let's not call it love;
Love is selfless and unconditional; gift from above...!
10 October 2022
Inspired by a song - Once There Was A Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
[I work at an office,
with a fixed salary
to feed a family:
without a denial to hardwork
I work tediously
my little ones attend school routinely,
We solely wish necessities
neither comforts nor luxuries].
Dear me! I desire if it was true
but fellow humankind treat us erroneously.
It's arctic outside.
we wander the streets in austerity,
in rags; all cold and hungry
I implore the privileged for aid
but all futile,
The men of wealth treat us indifferently.
Now my words of present describe my past,
no more cold or hungry we are;
hostility of mankind is yet more painful
than slow death to starvation,
My family and I are long gone by
Oh mankind! a little help would have sufficed.
Facing things in life today
erroneously defeating
calculated mistreating
to those who bring me down
and tear my love away
Family stress
to much to say
Can’t understand why
I live this way
Over and over
I break and fall
Leaving innocent ones
my sadness and sorrow
No one understands why
life’s this way
Live like you should
is what they all say
How to move on
I was raised this way
It’s all I know
will there be brighter days ?
Do it alone all by yourself
Remembering inside
inner strength outweighs
common wealth
Finding your souls depart
windless pretend
leaving you out
of all this intent
Sally Smith and COVID
Sally Smith has lost her once radiant smile.
She won't even eat or traverse outside her door.
She was once cordial and had a joyous personal style,
Sally is so smitten with news about said virus, that I totally abhor.
People die everyday from accidents, and multiple fatal diseases.
But Sally is brainwashed by unfounded media fears they love to spread.
There are days I want to hug the fear out of her with multiple squeezes.
But there Sally is, lying in bed, counting cases,which,do not at all mean, dead.
Negative thinking to me is a choice, ruins your body, hastens an early death.
Sally keeps sanitizing with ferocity,everything she sees, removing her wedding ring,
She doesn't know anymore if she is alive or has any warm breath.
For Sally is but one of billions who think this pandemic is the plague and ever so proud of it, do daily, so erroneously sing!
June26,2020
9:30 am PST
Poem # 1,315
Edited
Kindness comes when we value each life with care
And not discriminating them with mocking stare
I have studied in psychology regarding ripple effect
where in the act of compassion has contagious connect
My neighbour feeds the dogs regularly with biscuit's
Showing poignant gesture without short circuit's
When any of our family member comes home from office
Must fetch a glass of water without behaving like a wallace
When our pals are lost and struck in a state of delirium
Need to empathise and impart cheers through elated medium
If we catch a sight of elderly people standing in the bus
Must lend them our seats without creating a fuss
Reviewing poems of poets and poetess must nudge glory
Shouldn't be biased erroneously with the mull of envy
When one is crippled & wrapped with darkness
Lending shoulder of support portrays the flash of kindness.
9-6-2020
Note: Kindness Poetry contest
Sponsor:Regina Riddle.
I searched many years, high and low
Looking every place I could go
Yet nowhere could I find
the sublime.
The keys eluded me
How could I ever be free
should I falter and err erroneously.
I looked into the eyes of Buddha and
no key did I find.
I looked, I looked blind.
Looking at Shinto the shrine seemed dead
Not full of life
where one expects to be led
and just last night I lay in bed
and the answer came to me.
Not I to it instead.
The blood stained cross was plain to see
and beyond it a vast eternity
of love, joy, peace serenity
beyond belief - - -lay for me :
a life to forever be
opened by the key
of faith.
Dedicated to the non believer- Think Twice
© Charles Henderson
Nov. 11, 2016
IDEALLY, THE WORLD WOULD UNDERSTAND WOLVES.
Rarely do they kill just to kill…but for survival.
Even when wild dogs kill sheep, wolves get the blame.
Mysterious, aloof, confident, proud and beautiful
Every action a wolf takes is for the good of the pack.
Many people fear Canis lupis and kill them randomly.
Believing that the death of a wolf helps profits,
Erroneously they are killed when flocks are attacked.
Ranchers round up and set out to eradicate…the wolf.
Killing creatures like my murdered friend, a hybrid wolf (83%), hurts.
Adventures in our family, he was part of our pack.
Vacations, fun, and visits to parks ended; a needless killing.
I could not believe my yearling wolf was dead; poisoned.
Kavik, I still miss you, my playful, loyal friend.
Copyright 3/18/2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
When I think of wolves or see a movie about them, I always miss Kavik’s love and kisses.
We all incessantly search for joys
Joys of life in whatever we pursue
The quest for joys though genuine
Is, always misplaced unfortunately
But true, nevertheless, undoubtedly.
Joys, we seek erroneously, in things
And objects that are away from us
Hence the chase of a mirage, unreal,
Lead to loud despair, and trepidation
And heart burning, that is not worthy.
The joys we seek are not outside sure
They are perennially within, bubbling
It calls for an abiding mind unpolluted
The joys of life are discovered within
In a quiet mind that transcends fretting.
Love this World by showing care
Treat all the souls with affection
In case they erroneously blunder
Rescue them by kindly forgiving
All may not be great experts
As they may possess defects
See the brighter side to love
This opens gates of peace
Converse with a kind heart
Stress the best benefits
That may arise by an act
Do your portion of assisting
If souls listen not to you now
Never make your heart brood
Be prepared to give freedom
Time will prove your nobility
Life is to help each other kindly
No question of creating hatred
Enmity paves a way for calamity
Love and affection finely enchant.
mvvenkataraman
We all incessantly search for joys
Joys of life in whatever we pursue
The quest for joys though genuine
Is, always misplaced unfortunately
But true, nevertheless, undoubtedly.
Joys, we seek erroneously, in things
And objects that are away from us
Hence the chase of a mirage; unreal,
Lead to loud despair, and trepidation
And heart burning, that is not worthy.
The joys we seek are not outside sure
They are perennially within; bubbling
It calls for an abiding mind unpolluted
The joys of life are discovered within
In a quiet mind that transcends fretting.
From head to toe,
He could win any fashion show.
Confident in his stride,
Clean on the outside,
Crisp is how he keeps his clothes.
With felted hat fit to size,
Ladies can’t help but to upon him fix their eyes.
And the brothas, enviously and erroneously coping his gait,
He laughs at them as they perpetrate.
Too cool for a cane,
With long thick hair he walks as king, proud of his mane.
Even his crockadile books match his pin-striped suits.
Style is clearly embedded in his roots.
Predating the culture of swagger,
This man here is my father.
(In memory of my father, Donald O. Varner)
We all incessantly search for joys
Joys of life in whatever we pursue
The quest for joys though genuine
Is, always misplaced unfortunately
But true, nevertheless, undoubtedly.
Joys, we seek erroneously, in things
And objects that are away from us
Hence the chase of a mirage; unreal,
Lead to loud despair, and trepidation
And heart burning, that is not worthy.
The joys we seek are not outside sure
They are perennially within; bubbling
It calls for an abiding mind unpolluted
The joys of life are discovered within
In a quiet mind that transcends fretting.
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