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The Calamity of Nepal Part 2 Concluded
The crisis of Nepal is not only the result
Of manmade deeds and erratic constructions
Of erecting unplanned houses and roads
Creating illegal buildings and dams
And erecting high mountain reservoirs
On ocean like river Brahmaputra. 08
All these and many other
Horrible acts
Of changing or removing the mountain peaks
For roads, rails and for
Making concrete jungles
Without caring that
It is the most sensitive area of Earth
Where two giant Earth plates
Meet regularly almost everyday
Not for making gossips
But for making their kind of Love
Where, they often collide with each other
To determine, who has lost and who has won
These forces create
Havocs like the one we are witnessing in Nepal
They do it to take revenge
For the cruelties
Done by humans with the Nature
And with the mother earth. 09
The Earthquake is also the result
Of hollowing the heart of Himalaya
For making tunnels after tunnels and rails
For mining the hills and
Deforesting the green valleys
Removing forests after forests
For illegal mining and for erecting dams
For these reasons perhaps
The Earthquakes has hit Nepal and India both
But in Nepal it has done the worst
In spite of being affected by this crisis too
India is trying its best to help the people of Nepal
And now there are many other countries
Trying and helping the people of Nepal
Like a true good neighbor and well wisher. 10
All that is needed
In the hour of this terrible crisis
Is that we all should try to help
The people of Nepal
Treating them like our own
Next door neighbors and friends
For which every faith and religion
Always inspires us. 11
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th April 2015
With nearly every prophecy fulfilled and so many signs that abound
Nobody knows the day nor the hour He willed, I just hope you're found
Israel had to again be found and to Jerusalem it had to be connected
By this we are all now bound being just two of the prophecies neglected
The Tribes of Israel will reunite coming from the four corners of the land
Remember the Berlin Wall that night it was God who would not let it stand
Two million Russian Jews would flee in going back to their home in Israel
But nonbelievers just can't see in believing nothing the Bible says is real
The Roman Empire being reconnected as the European Union says hi
And oh how such war has now affected and still some people ask why
But please don't take my word for it's all written down in black and white
And for all of those who have heard they certainly don't take this time lite
For in those being well aware of His Word we are also very versed in His might
Hopefully something inside you has stirred and you begin to see His Light
In Daniel 2:32-36 is Nebuchadnezzar's dream but it is in Daniels own reply
For in Daniels response you might gleam so I thought that I'd t least try
The American Library Association
implores cognoscenti tubby alert
impersonators, who
call themselves Ernie and Bert
took a page from Sesame Street Playbook
oft times accompanied
by a Soundcloud of dirt,
boot none other then Pigpen,
(who worked for Peanuts),
and pay-dirt, though
dismissed, cuz he did not exert
true grit, plus more seriously scandalous
sordid details suppressed kept from press,
(which scurrilous breach of conduct
involved said scallywag
violating more than flirt
discovered in prurient compromised activity,
where his skin flute encircled,
with an ambrosia girt
transgressions possibly affected
public television station benefactors,
and sterling reputation of bottom line, nor hurt
locker talk (albeit via exaggerated mainly
to make a profit sounding proper
sanctimonious Cliff (hanging) notes,
asper faux expected by
a "FAKE" trumping prophet,
sans motley crue comic
stripped of more'n
motion picture PG ratings,
hence future lurid, graphic,
banal, ampersand
(&) dressing room banter
muted, disallowed, and banned
so storied characters birthed by Charles Shulz,
(who passed away prior to near canned
aforementioned indiscretion debacle)
returning amidst fanfare hoopla
much as possible grand
jour "Making Peanuts Great Again" hand
diddly restoring full metal paperback jacketed
glory and apple pie order land
ding rebirth of cherished popular iconic
easy to digest bookworm feed
which unexpectedly, inadvertently,
and horrifyingly
brewed ferocious breed
on par with the Alaskan Bull Worm,
whereat armed guards
strategically stationed
at libraries entrances indeed
aware voracious young readers,
would pay no heed
to any obstacle, and such unstoppable
ravishing knowledge
hungry kids did exceed
capacity security details dashed away,
faster then Clifford
the big red dog speed!
While there seems no life to live with her
He flew far beyond the reach of eyes
For all he disagreed keeps to recur
Like she will never with him complies
On her part, she knows how to get his ears
Into her own world of fantasies
Oh yeah, for many years
But now, he sees all as fallacies
Meanwhile, their families are also tired
And can no longer stand the stress of the union
That they care not what transpired
Even it resulted to reunion
"If thou be real file divorce"
But the man wouldn't
May be he still heart their concourse
Yet, to stay around, he couldn't
Lonely with her plight
Sobbing for her blind date in love
That now steers her up in fright
Of the precious regrets she is to live
Thoughtfully, she swims in her deserted views
Positively, she vowed to bear the cross with luck
Lonely, she drives profusely and aimlessly into blues
Forcefully, she has to handle the
Her wards now keep her company
Though raising them has been so hard
Many are times she don't care of the cheerful agony
In all, she duly have learnt to play her card
Never and ever shall the inexperienced people understand
The rain of pains she bathe in
Unless each has been through such to make her stand
To have been labelled a heroine
No luck in this case tossing the coin
No mask as well to cover the scars
She prays to others, it is ever a Boyne
Even her enemies, not to ever play its guitar
One day, she thinks he shall come back
Promise see herself, he shall not be rejected
Or to be of lack
Even when she is been affected
Then; to him, she will confess
Her love as pure and true
Without any weakness
Or something of worth to start anew
"I love you so much
But you don't know
It seems you hate me
But I don't care
You are the zeal
That can heal
You are the beauty
That has learnt me my duty. "
What if she never get to touch
That he never returns to show
You love is the key
To place on your face-- a new cheer...
Love always thinks it's chosen well,
Discerns no qualities to criticize.
In the loved one all is loveable,
And defects become virtues in a lover's eyes.
To speak, or write, or sing of love,
A lover needs no dictionary.
The words come tripping off the tongue,
For love provides its own vocabulary:
A girl who's pale is jasmine white,
And her purity is felt;
If swarthy, she's a simmering brunette;
One who's wafer-thin, with skin stretched tight,
Is willowy and svelte;
A chubby one's a sugar plum, a pet;
A sloppy and untidy girl's a wild and carefree soul;
On a giantess bestow a goddess air;
A small girl might be a mignonette, button cute, a doll;
A vain girl's assumed dignity gives her charms beyond compare;
Shy girls are smart;
Dull ones simple and sweet;
A chatterbox, engagingly bright;
The silent one's dark and mysteriously deep,
Affected, maybe,
But love makes that all right.
So a truly smitten lover loves all the faults of his beloved,
And ever has it been thus since "the Fall".
Whom your heart says love, you love her,
Not in fits and starts, or selected parts,
But farts…
And warts…
And all.
The Endless Poem : Part One - Requiem
This is the Endless Poem.
I shall always add more to this…My Requiem.
Requiem.
The Song for the Dead.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
May they all rest in a sleep of peace
And never be forgotten.
For they have all once upon a time,
Allowed our hearts to be softened;
Or affected, or captured, or hurt.
But they are all gone now;
So celebrate their lives on this Earth.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
The watchers,
The seekers,
The believers and non-believers,
To all Gods up above;
May we all rest in peace please?
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
This; I’m afraid to say,
For anyone who just began to feel at home.
This is the end of the first part of
The Endless Poem
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
recognising whatever is manifest
is finite, perishable and doomed to die
including the life giving luminous sun
we shift our focus to vast, enigmatic space
invisible, unchanging, holding all in its womb
in everything yet affected by nothing
is this the noumena, we wonder
in staid silence, melding with the void
all that remains is awareness self-aware
attention animated, poised in no-thingness
metaphorically our mind-body too has vaporised
sensing by touch, our vibrant soul presence
transcends need to feel the contrast of duality
with focus held firm, our eye becomes single
we then see the fabric of space begin to flicker
revealing that subtle as it is, it too is an entity
being a gigantic cocoon holding all that is manifest
in a whirlpool of toroidal magnetic force field
energised by the eternal light that lights all lights
thus shimmering through the pores of skin of space
which we now behold in astonishment and wonderment
(I know this is a dark poem, but also factual. If you want a lighter poem, please read the few before this one *that I hope you will visit)
Some may say, don’t worry, make light of it
As if people may be causing an unnecessary fit
Truth is, I’ve watched the info. And numbers climb
I’ve also seen repercussions from tick carrying Lyme
China shuts down cities, keeping people inside
Unable to control it, with no safe place to hide
Countries scramble with travel bans, restrictions they cast
But, this particular virus hits two body areas and fast
San Francisco has already become an unsanitary place
Cases have started there, contacts unable to trace
A doctor says this is a pandemic, heading to be
Preparation is all we can do, with what we see
I say this as my compromised health system will kill
To face this true fact, takes very strong will
I pray for everyone affected by this nightmare
Because in a time like this, what is left is prayer
Heidi Sands
2/2/20
The American people have
Lost their minds.
Electing the SCHMUCK,
One more time.
MR. Trump, a dangerous
Man-child.
A convicted FELON,
Running wild.
No consequences to
His actions.
A traveling Circus,
THE MAIN ATTRACTION.
He is a FASCIST, RACIST, SEXIST,
Preaching his Campaign.
He BABBLES on and on and on,
The man is INSANE.
A MORON in charge of the
Greatest place on EARTH.
Where we force our Women,
To give BIRTH.
The white men will be
The least affected.
Anything else will
Be REJECTED.
WOMEN, NON-WHITE and
THE LGBTQ.
Pay attention they are
Coming for you.
OUR BODIES,
THEIR CHOICE.
We no longer have
A VOICE.
No more BLUE skies,
cold dark RAIN.
We will live and die,
IN THE HOUSE OF PAIN.
Turbo1904 ?
‘OH POETIC force, show us, tell us take us to heights unknown,
And leave no stone unturned' ‘ QUOTE BY POET
This April month with destination moon or bust, is celestial,
Four Moon bound people took off in a rocket,
Planet Earth wishing them a successful,
Exciting space trip, praying no harm touch them,
Only poetic love should prevail,
And courage and hope with poetic ink be injected
Into this space mission , every poet’s talent thus affected,
History in the making,
Poets creating poems that bring together
Words and words become breathtaking thoughts,
That bring about poetic rhymes
Bless and hold their tether hard and fast,
throughout eternal and turbulent times,
Something different happened
This afternoon, rather strange
For I saw no bird, yet A dove’s feather dropped
And then floated out of range,
Was it showing us that eternity is space,
Could it become a global race
To make Moon or Mars,
Habitable, among the stars.
Greed has moved into space,
Wanting to change its face,
But poetry will always be on greed’s tail,
With every mouth watering detail.
Our four brave astronauts
Got back this early morn, with a big splash,
And unbeknown to them surely, a reporters flash!