You were an actor and your death has caused remorse.
You starred in 'Me, Myself and Irene' and 'Delta Force'.
I became your fan at the age of eight when you starred in 'The Black Hole'.
Some people hated that movie but I like it and your death has taken its toll.
You guest starred in 'Magnum P.I.', 'Murder, She Wrote' and 'Walker, Texas Ranger'.
You had a ton of fans who you never met but in their eyes, you weren't a stranger.
When you starred in 'Jackie Brown', you were nominated for an Oscar.
Because of your talent, you were destined to be a wonderful movie star.
You starred in the 1998 remake of 'Psycho' and 'Small Town Crime'.
Because of your charisma, you'll be remembered until the end of time.
[Dedicated to Robert Forster (1941-2019) who died at his home on October 11, 2019.]
Categories:
forster, celebrity, death, goodbye, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Much of violence or himsa comes from self-hurt:
The first step in the algorithm of himsa is:
So-and-so hurt me, or I feel hurt.
So I must, in turn, hurt whomsoever.
Let’s ponder this Gandhian Paradox:
Nobody can hurt me without my permission.
Thus, himsa is mostly of psychic origin,
Which people tend to forget at the critical moment.
Harm starts inside and eventually takes over the self
And spreads fast: there’s nothing like the pleasure of getting even.
Sometimes it may even be a false alarm,
Which can go viral in these days of social media.
The murderer’s motivation: Come what may—now or never!
Another genetic factor of violence:
We are worried about people going to hell—
Because they have taken a spiritual road not taken.
But do we do anything about people
Who have taken the same road as ours,
And still, are living in hell—
For want of food and shelter and protection?
Can people be slaughtered in the name of ideology?
Doesn’t it take all sorts to make a world?
In the circumstances and as recommended by Forster,
The keyword is—Tolerance!
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Categories:
forster, violence, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
I know humor can hoist my heavy heart,
those times when I've made too much ado.
A joke upgrades angst to laughter's ballyhoo.
You sometimes forget what you once knew.
Take this guy who wears his shorts on his head;
yes, he is a clown with a natural glow
forgetting what he does, the facts you forego
You don't know what you don't know.
Curious about what you remember?
It makes perfect sense in my head.
I would never ignore nonsense that's well-said.
What will you know, when you are braindead...
written October 21, 2016
inspired by two quotes
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou
"Nonsense and beauty have close connections". E. M. Forster
Categories:
forster, 11th grade, beauty, humor,
Form: Verse
Rome.Open city.
Unreal with paling light,
singular with stone and ochre.
Gods dyed with dust,
the unquiet dead corded
with white marble.
Heaven`s steps so cruel with belief.
My hotel.Forster. Only connect.
Words cool and dry,
the idea of a lost kingdom.
Far from the noise of this,
in shade,under pines.
Categories:
forster, poets,
Form: Free verse
What will you do
when your strongest
eagle couldn't fly a mile?
What will you do
when your strongest
horse
couldn't run a mile?
What will you do
when you fastest cheetah
is outrun by a mice?
What will you do
when your everybody
becomes nobody?
What will you do
when your everything
become nothing?
What will you do
when all you could say
to express your state is
had I know?
What will you do
when the reason for your
happiness becomes the
source of your sadness
and dolefulness?
What will you do
when your enemies no
longer forster harm
designs against you but
you bloods and fleshes
do?
What will you do
when you find yourself
doing what you never
wanted to do and not
doing what you've
always wanted to do?
What will you do
when you find yourself
in an undue situation of:
do or do not
and all you can do is to
do the do?
Hmmm! What will you do
when you don't even
know what to do?
Categories:
forster, absence
Form: ABC
A Room with a view
Tight-dressed woman, heaving heart
Sizing hips for overweight
My inside motive
Lust leads me fly half a mile
To indulge storming senses.
Vision I nurtured
Years back, intruding my thoughts
A swarming brain, empty bed.
Now expanding stain
Like crowded private bookcase
Gathering dust, vision blurred.
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*Inspired by the title of a British Novel of the same title by E.M.Forster.
Categories:
forster, lost love,
Form: Sedoka