The 6th and 9th have come and gone though none have taken note
that faraway, on those two days, an instant blazing blast
had vaporized morality. A bygone anecdote?
It seems such tales are best forgot and buried in the past.
But nonetheless, one must confess, the odds are highest now
that might and means have globalized the final battle field,
such that the victors also lose and perish anyhow.
The rulers in their zeal decide these facts be best concealed.
The warriors bit by bit rearm, their foes to nullify,
with strategies for victories where winners will prevail,
rejecting thoughts of compromise (though nukes are standing by!).
Yet still its grimly obvious that all will finally fail.
Beware you wide-eyed simpletons that follow, with the herd,
the drumbeat of the profiteers that draws us down this path
with prophesies of glory days and other things absurd.
Instead the skies above will burn, the only aftermath.
Categories:
globalized, war,
Form: Rhyme
Roses can be green
The globalized world is a grey blanket
the common language and culture (consumerism)
A haze of foul jollity and hollow laughter
lost minds, save elephants and waterholes
life is self-indulgent a rush into the arms of self
where the famous chef wears a toupee.
Roses are blue, the only colour of today
oxalate hamburgers, beans in tomato sauce
sesame seed for breakfast, lunch and dinner
Eunuchs are ruling the worldwide internet.
Categories:
globalized, absence, best friend, cinderella,
Form: Burlesque
Sometimes restrictions made
Have to be let go
When profit is irresistible
When business is globalized
Sometimes restrictions made
Have to be let go
When rescue is wanted instantly
When life is more precious
Sometimes restrictions made by man
Have to be slackened by man
Just for a win-win-situation
Or for the sake of humanity
But oh my God
It should never be misused
For a conspiracy
An injustice treatment
An abuse of privilege
Or a touch of racism
Categories:
globalized, business, humanity, life,
Form: Free verse
I hope to heaven that when I die
I meet Woody Guthrie in the sky
and then upon a dust-bowl cloud
we'll find the grace to sing aloud,
and that the Heavens won't debar
the using of a stringed guitar,
though usually the angel choir
prefers to play the harp or lyre.
When Woody asks how things have bin
in the world of strife and sin,
I'll say spud soup's 'bout just as thin
as when on earth he still could sing.
(Them politicians can see through it
Like a lump of mama's suet)
Robbers at home less often use
the six gun than back then
for they prefer the gentle ruse
and still the fountain pen,
and still the fountain pen.
Mick Jagger and Bob Dylan,
may join us by and by,
And though they sure are getting on,
may they live long ere they die,
may they live long ere they die.
And then we'll do an earthbound tour,
in stadium, field or sewer,
for like Joe Hill we'll return
from grave or tomb or dusty urn
as long as workers claim their right
and songsters yet acclaim their fight.
till everything is globalized
and unions have been pulverized.
Till then, till then, we'll sing along,
till then we'll sing our song.
Categories:
globalized, appreciation, art, gothic,
Form: Lyric
A freedom is an epic.
Indian’s freedom is a splendid superior spectacle.
The common idea of million minds
And the common battle for billion hearts.
More than trillion cones turned to craft few patriotic arts.
The voice of millions of hearts
and the general target of billions of long darts,
Is to sizzle, stride and strike on British rule.
The Indian soldiers are much more than the most as massive
To collapse the fire fences and even set to die hard as leopard and be impressive.
Freedom fighters and soldiers work pronounces worth and delights
And their prodigy proves they are stubborn from dooms day till twilight.
The freedom they gained for us is a conflicting combustion.
Freedom is a noble construction.
Freedom is a hearty creation
Freedom is a worthy cognition.
Mahatma's values on peace and Nehru’s principles
made India Globalized, Modernized and Civilised.
Freedom is what we all should be proud of and lend our hand for nations progress.
Categories:
globalized, anger, emotions, hero, independence
Form: Ballade
Once isolated from the world
In tune with nature
Living day to day
Self sufficient
Thrust into a globalized world
New opportunities, open markets
Technological advances
Loss of control
Terrrorism
Disease
The pace of life quickens
Daylight hours changed
Individualism and accumulation
Destabilizing forces
Confusion, vulnerability
Our sense of wonder lost
Family structures undermined
Dependent on remittances
Change laps island shores
From all directions
East and west; old and new;
Modernity and tradition
Fragments of culture scattered
Like pieces of a puzzle
Understood only when the last piece
Is put in place
Categories:
globalized, change, confusion,
Form: Free verse
The truth has turned to fiction
Lies are stated as if they’re fact
While overzealous politicians
Stab one another in the back
Right and left are being polarized
There seems to be no middle ground
In a world becoming globalized
No unification can be found
Vigilantes patrol neighborhoods
Killing young men fitting profiles
Thoreau is lost in Walden’s woods
Lady Liberty no longer smiles
We’ve become a litigious society
People wanting hand outs from the court
Religions have lost their piety
If this were a mission we would abort
Silent remains the majority
Wealth is distributed to but a few
We need a healthy dose of some purity
To grab a hold and pull us through
In the end it is up to all of us
To find the humanity within our soul
And in each other put our trust
So we can all reach a common goal
Categories:
globalized, political, lost, lost,
Form: Rhyme
I still wrestle with human afflictions,
when I see others suffering,
groping in the dark of invasion –
where the rich and powerful
become richer, tutors of domination,
over these poor people, my own people.
In a globalized and interdependent world,
the growing technology and culture
speak the same to civilization;
the unknown depths of man’s soul
get neglected in life’s situations.
Our moral compass eclipses
by emerging values of the world;
family ties and faithfulness,
seem to die out now in truth.
I remember the “bar mitzvah”
for Jewish culture and religion
strictness in their formation
for a son or daughter of obligation.
Torah for them – a sacred revelation,
a holy book about God’s laws;
his commandments in various modes,
a guide, indeed, a school for the souls.
Similar to Christian life and religion
a holy bible shared and read across cultures;
but with media invasion in all dimensions
God’s word has now less attraction to some
especially to young people of this generation.
Though I may think the world has changed,
it has become like a free market, a confusion;
with hardly any blueprint of principles –
that carry mankind to be God’s disciples.
Categories:
globalized, history, hope, life,
Form: Concrete
Moving toward the absurd as war in Baghdad goes on,
along with the print traffic jam and airwaves;
continues to unfold horror stories, deaths: a tinku
that spew out of Iraq – the ancient Middle East sand.
Skepticism has drawn a timely relevance,
that predicts the future as a major stand;
sending troops in the combat zone, a 50/50 case
either a winning or losing in the battle ground.
Like a cacophany of voices across the land,
So deep and lugubrious that pervades –
‘enough! we’re helpless and marginalized’
a reflection that’s claims stop and be reconciled.
The steady stream of U.S. young soldiers
being sent to fight and be part of the plan
adds sinews to war but not a total assurance
where success can be at hand or defeat in the long run.
Antiwar sentiments hover like a gospel cry,
with globalized reactions bonded with supplications;
a great deal of struggles among people of cultures,
that someday peace will reign and sing glory to God on high.
Categories:
globalized, peace, war, war,
Form: Narrative
Send me a letter
a page of two or less counts
boredom kills me here.
Every night tears fall
no one to talk, all alone
far from you, my home.
Here, all is beautiful
industrialized, globalized
all this i see
send me a letter
with pictures of you will help
to lessen my pain.
again i want to feel
your touch, your love
to linger on your beauty.
Send me a letter
let me be a part of you
you a part of me.
Categories:
globalized, depression, familyme, me,
Form: I do not know?