Hari Poems | Examples

Emily, Just a Question

Emily, let me ask you something

The life that you needed. 
Why did you love a poor guy?

Lives dead. Our children. Hmm
You don’t cry. Your children are dead

I am sad. Disappointed. Field my life
A life, a poor existence, walk on and off

Emily. Here is the question. Answer it.
What did you want from a general worker?

Hmm. You were a hired woman against me.
English Mata Hari. Emily. Hmm. I forgive you.

A millionaire woman ate the life of a poor man.
Hmm. Nothing happened. I drop your hand.

Best of the best
Hmm.
Goodbye

Passed
Love

Find him
St. Andrew's Church
Kingsbury
A thousand-year-old cemetery

Haribol

My dear Lord Hari,
You are the supreme attainment for all living beings.
Each day devotees drink the nectar of chanting your holy name.
They pray to the acharyas
To understand your pastimes, 
Which is like food for the stomach,
And honey to the ear.
Blessed are those who take shelter of your lotus feet,
Where even the lowest of creatures may find solace
In your causeless mercy.
All the denizens of the earth cheer and beat their kettle drums,
Surly has the goddess of fortune found us.
Haribol!

Hog's Breaths A Star

I met with Mr. Eastwood for the first time with both of us, and I know he's savvy about people's character.

I would rate Clint as, par for the course as Pebble Beach is noted for, in due part to Bing Crosby's efforts, whereto the family carried the banner until AT&T, went the distance. 

Clint was good, but he had an Ace, plain Joe-Clint ... had plain-Jane, along with her many SF Bay Airian invitees--zich hile, Mata Hari.

Where's William, Clint asks? (abrupts Derek's notable timing) Oh, you met William, he's like that pineapple they've invented across the bay. 

It's not called that, besides, I heard you got fired. Reprimanded Jayney. William doesn't fire, yeah a reprimand would be in order, a character like you. Well, it wasn't him, it was Mr Lars. I knew it, William never fired anybody.

I agree Jane. Mr. Eastwood, William has a way of teaching somebody like throwing a curve ball. What do you mean by that, curve ball?  

Well, he talked about the last hockey game's final scoring played out, while teaching me how to change the ink in our large front office machine--the hockey game lost to the copier.

Jane-By-Pebble-Beach: -2-

Clint's an iffy fellow, tis prestige vs the ordinaire, my dear plain Jane--hmm, partially accommodating. 

Methinks you're a drop-off, my dear, picture a car dropping you off curbside while he goes looking for a fictitious parking space, but a gentleman he is uses the factual context of the 11th hour--OPS you to HAIL me.

I gather Mr. Eastwood was gifted said ticket, ... that I am guessing you so happened to be in pysical possession.

How did you know that? That would pleasure him of not being a CAD!

I forgot that you're like some madda carrie.

Mother who? You mean that Mother Teresa (rising popularity 1979).

No, that German one.

A German Mother Teresa? Was she young Adolph's school teacher.

Oh forget it! [LATER: she reveals "Mata Hari']" 

Did he you call you and tell you, or are you playing Holmes?

Doc--tor 'tis Clint's gift?

Yes, but-- ... --wait ... it must be somebody of importance ... yes, but who?

 Hehehe! It would be very rich for me, if I saw a glimpse of your face at this relevant juncture-------was I your suggested choice? 


 ... Yes, Oh my? You're scary!

No Time Like the Prescient

   When monokus become molecules
     and Mardi Gras is Mata Hari
   Things start looking pretty scary, so

   If view arm an mis rist
     It tim c optmtris

Beauty In the Eye of the Beholder

Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Rare trees and abandoned homes
Where doors are full of bullet holes
And the wicked sun tries to dye the paint
On the walls that smell like a salty water
Of the place where mermaids sang to Ulysses.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Traffic jams
giant malls
toxic environment
Everyone is in a hurry 
Even the guys filling the air with Hari Rama
Brining hope for no one
And money for beneficiaries.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
I escaped to the peaceful land
It keeps me rested and maybe a bit bored
So I take a train to a bigger city when needed.
I am still learning how to love all the places
Find a light in the darkness
And the Golden Ratio in the chaos.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
And I am trying to be the one.

11/06/2022

Nonsensical Scents

In the hari-kari palisades
    drink of choice, lemonade
  Enter the lion-plated stadium
    a cache discovered, puranium 

  Up here, down there, all's a riot
    in the center, suffocation-quiet
  Where you've been and where you're going
    robotic monkeys perfect their sewing

  Ticking squirt guns shpritz their stuff
    H2O everywhere, lawns a-fluff
  And in the hari-kari palace, aides
    drink in the view, cascades of everglades

1910 To 1919

I am the Boy Scouts who become 
Official. 
   I am Charlie Chaplin film that 
Makes you giggle. 

   I am the triangle shirtwaist  
Factory fire. 
   I am Margaret Sanger the birth 
Control supplier. 

   I am the Titanic sinks in 
The ocean. 
   I am the Spanish flu 
In motion. 

  I am the Red Baron takes 
To the sky. 
   I am Rockefeller that 
Billionaire guy. 

   I am the Coast Guard's first 
Day on the job. 
   I am the first crossword  
Puzzle to solve. 

   I am Tommy submachine 
Gun in supply. 
   I am Mata Hari the exotic 
Dancing spy. 

   I am the first Indy 
500 race. 
   I am the Oreo cookie, 
Can't wait to taste. 

   I am Mexico and Arizona 
Become states. 
   I am World War One starts 
To take shape. 

   I am the National Hockey league 
When it was formed. 
   I am Daylight savings time when 
It was born. 

   I am the international telephone 
Line. 
   I am prohibition no alcohol  
Or wine. 

      Turbo1904

No Loss

Akarima katera erega kera ibibanza
Kahanama kakeza amashyamba
Ntabuye yrabuze icyo rimaze 
Buyra yrazize uwaritoye 
Ubwishongozi buyra ntabwenge burimo.
Kanyarwanda kuba intwari biranze c ?
Cyera yarayirwanye erega biranandikwa,
Agahinda ke kabaye kamwe kabyara kenshi, 
Banze guhiga umunwa usimbura ubwenge 
Yari inshuti nziza arko c arko c iki 
Mbwira umbwize ukuri niba waba ucyihicaye 
Njya mpicara da ka gaciro iyo nakibajyiwe
Nkubeshyeri iki ariko uzonjyere umbone ukundi 

Ndasezeye byacyirara nkuko wanyise gusa siwandemye ntiwanambohoje 
Intwaro yanjye ninjye iyawe ubwo uzambwira njye nzi ibyo ndimo
Ntuzafunge akayira utakoreye umuganda
Ishyamba yrishyari  ritera umwotsi 
Uwanze kuba umugabo yabaye kagabo 
Hari abitwa bakagabo babikoze neza tububahe

Meri Payari Chilam

Meri payari chilam 

Dekh dhek hari nas badey jo payas meri choom kar hoyt laal dehk punyatama bahang ka ras tambakoo ki kushbu ragad ka atama yaad aaie meri chilam joad kar ganja agani ki tej aanch khicu kuch kash du mukti jo bole bole naath muje....... 

With love all 
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD

The Moon and the Crow

"The Moon and the Crow"



Legs of a journey open
along The Road 

Black Crow 
ruffles his feathers

Moon transforms 
White Lily pearly luminescent

Unfurling milky legs and arms 
Mata Hari dances naked 

Cool emerald eyes
intent that beckons

piercing 
heart that levitates

towards 
the Other’s dimension

Witness

Lilith’s
Resurrection

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)






CocoRosie - The Moon asked the Crow ( with Lyrics)
https://youtu.be/D5C88GrQrsg

Lyrics:
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/cocorosie/themoonaskedthecrow.html






K.I.S.S.

Differences of Opinion

War of subtleties
Terse battles
Sanctioned victories
Temporal losses
Shooting blanks
Dull blade
Cassanova's gaze
Mata Hari senses
Jagger's "Moment has passed"
Frost "Two roads diverged..."
Thunderous crash
Newborn's coos
White lies
Dark truths
A trident
A halo
Demons
Angels
Trump's hair
Hitler's mustache
Casting spells
Reading scriptures
The White House
The House of Horrors
Halls of Congress
Hall of Mirrors
The Wheels of Justice
The Ferris Wheel
Titanic's First Class
Titanic's steerage
T-Bone Steak
Garden Salad
Delicious apples
Sour lemons
Excercise
Lethargy
Tolstoy's War And Peace
A note from your teacher
... a pound's worth and not a penny more!

2019 September 12

***Song suggested by my 22-year-old granddaughter when asked for a song best represents this muse.

Agweruik

Agweruik, isang alagad ng kadiliman
Misyon niya sa mundo ay sirain ang buhay ng mga tao
Mandaraya, manloloko at mapanlinlang
Hangad niyang pagharian ang lahat at iligaw ang mga tao mula sa pagiging marangal at banal na pamumuhay

Kaalaman niyang itim ay galing sa hari ng kadiliman
Napapaniwala niya ang lahat sa kanyang makamandag na dila na tila ba ay parang sa ulupong o dragon
Gusto niyang paramihin ang kanyang mga kampon
Sa pamamagitan ng kanyang pagbabalatkayo

Mapang-akit, nahahalina niya ang mga mahihina sa kanyang mga kasinungalingan at pagpapanggap
Mga kampon niya'y wala sa sarili na sa iyo ay magmamatyag at susubok sa iyo sa anumang bagay
Gagawin ka niyang masama sa mata ng mga tao

Kaya mga kapatid ko iwasan natin ang mga kagaya niyang anak ng kadiliman, sila na nagpapahirap sa mundo
Ang samahan nila na mga ganid ang gustong magpasasa sa mundong ito
Na bigay ng Lumikha para sa atin na kanyang tunay na nilalang, ang mga kagaya nila ang susunugin sa dagat ng apoy, sa pagdating ng panahon

If I Die For My Nation

Listen listen respected MAA
Forget my all mistakes
If I die for my nation
Open windows all the gates

So that soul of mine could enter
Could see father and you MAA
And sit down on lap MOM 
To re feed your milk my MAA

And could ask all you 
To forget my all evils 
And forget my presence symbol
As I return to crush the perils

I remember early awakening 
And remember glassful milk 
I remember your calling
To wearing Kurta made of silk

Believe Believe and trust me MAA
I will return to serve the nation
Will rejoin beloved army
I remember milk your taken 

* MAA (Hind) = Mother

Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
Publisher: PJH Publications
E-MAIL : hari.cfa@gmail.com

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I Can Feel Maa Within Me

I can feel MAA within me 
How it all began
It's as fast as 
Sun rays can run 

Everlasting miles
Keep us near and apart
Still  your presence
Sitting in heart  
 
As time passes 
Love for you find exponent
I have you, feel you 
Whatever happened

I feel your presence 
Past today tomorrow 
I feel my existence
Only because of thou

I'll cherish these times 
Till I grow old   
As the time will pass 
You make me bold  

And if it's okay 
You bless, to find that time
You  will  make easy
My VIVEK to shine   

* VIVEK (Hindi) = Discretion, Prudence, Wisdom
* MAA (Hind) = Mother



Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
Publisher: PJH Publications
E-MAIL : hari.cfa@gmail.com

For more poems please search "hariomsharmapoetry" on facebook
where lakh of poetry lover meet daily and scroll the page. Hare Ram.

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