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I would like to talk about the coronavirus which has caused so many of us to agonize
I will stay away from politics except to say…it has made some people act unwise.
Instead I would like to stay closer to home…after all home is where I’ve had to be
and talk instead how this coronavirus has been effecting me.
This pandemic has seized many things we used to take for granted and put them out of reach…
On the plus side we have spent more time in our kayaks and on walks along the beach.
I haven’t enjoyed wearing a mask…living in this kind of artificial bubble.
but if one person is saved because I wear it…it’s totally worth the trouble.
I’ve hated social distancing…I miss hugging…for goodness sake
I even attended a Zoom birthday party where I could only see the cake!
The wear and tear on our car is better…since we only travel to the store.
and my hands as well as my jeans and shorts have been washed more than ever before.
This pandemic has stopped us from going to the movies…
something we used to do religiously…
Apparently now we’ll watch anything…even the Tiger King…that’s showing on TV.
We are exercising, doing more puzzles and reading…mysteries, novels…almanacs
anything to keep us healthy and our minds sharp as a tack.
Because this pandemic has effected our memory…
for instance…any show we watched when this pandemic began…you know…way back when.
we’ve already forgotten what happens in them and so we get to watch them again and again!
Deborah says it’s not the pandemic…we’re just getting old…but her theory I must poo-poo
I’d rather look at all my faults…and blame them on the flu.
Forget where I put my glasses…walk into a room and can’t remember why…
have difficulty getting out of a chair…feeling a little less spry…
These have nothing to do with old age..I believe it’s academic
when it comes to problems such as these…I blame them on the pandemic.
And I’ve noticed Deborah doesn’t laugh at my jokes as much as she used to…
It’ can’t be that I’m not as funny…and I hate to start another unfounded rumor
but apparently this pandemic can effect a person’s sense of humor!
In conclusion as we are experiencing something in our lifetime
we’ve never experienced before…
I know this coronavirus will win its share of battles…
but we’re determined to win the war.
In the world of all comforts,
In the world of absolute care and affection,
In the world of motherhood.
Ten months I was basking, in my mother's womb.
Happiness running down my spine – I thanked God,
His blessing in disguise, rather he in disguise – My mother,
Who is she? How she will be? - I don't know,
Am I her replica? Am I her miniature?
I struggled day after day to open my eyes.
To look at her dazzling beauty and to admire her.
Her hands were made to carry me,
Her arms were made to hug me,
Her shoulders were made to bear me,
My mother, the only person on this whole earth to love me more than I do myself.
I longed to see her face,
Why this ten months vigil? Why not now? My heart bumped!
Days rolled and months passed.
I kicked my way.
A pat on my back,
I cried, it was tears of happiness.
Where is my mother?
Place me on her hands, let me sense her breath,
Let that be the first air I breathe.
With great joy oozing out I slowly opened my eyes.
To see her eyes which is longing to see my eyes.
Mom! With great excitement I gazed.
But it was the blue sky that welcomed me to this new world.
Where is my mother? Where is she? Is she not carrying me?
I searched for her.
Then where am I placed? I looked around.
The cradle squeaked.
Sudden fracas and turbulence hit my ears.
In a fraction of a second I was surrounded by people.
Nobody like me and nobody liked me.
I moved from one hand to another.
But I never smelt my mother.
My mom was missing.
Did she leave me?
I was in a fix.
Yes, she left me.
What made her to hate me even before I was born?
She left me alone in this callous world.
Abandoned me,
Branded me an orphan,
Made me languish in pain,
Agonize in vain,
My day turned dark and despondent,
My life turned bleak and impotent,
But still my heart longed to see my mother.
I can never in my life hate her.
Because I was in her.
My ire was directed only at God,
He wrote my fate,
He took my mom, what more can I ask,
Nothing can replace her in my life.
I said “My God my first and last wish,
Give every child the power to see even before they were born,
Children like me, who are so unfortunate
Can see their mother's face at least from their womb.
BY
MADHUPRIYA SHANMUGAM
Joke was on him
A lie can perpetuate with a blinding speed
Growing on the heels of shameful greed
If enough people believe a con-man's spiel
And blindly proceed to invest in a dubious deal.
He began quite small with his Ponzi scheme
Stomping ruthlessly on gullible citizen's dream
Pretending that he was investing in stock market
Delivering promised returns regularly on target.
Becoming famous as word of high returns spread
Billions he attracted as testimonials mislead,
Paying current clients from new-client receipts
Manipulating his records to hide his deceits.
Although his company was frequently audited
No one could detect the fraud being committed.
Suspicions ran high for returns were unbelievable,
Authorities were fooled by a fraud inconceivable.
Ponzi scheme thrives on constant new cash flow
As new funds meet outflows that continue to grow,
But it collapses in a hurry if new money stops
For clients demand refunds as the company flops.
A market-crash caused new money to dry out
Bringing to a quick end his fraudulent clout
As he confessed to a multibillion fraud scheme
When finally he realized that the joke was on him.
Investors big and small were caught by surprise
Lives that were ruined continue to agonize.
Soon he was arrested for his long tenure of crime
And sentenced to prison for his remaining lifetime.
His son committed suicide overcome by veracity
As his wife deflects shame in solitude of tenacity.
While he sits in jail for a crime of this century
Grievous losses torment lives due to his treachery.
A fraud only propagates till its ultimate demise
For truth always conquers defeating all lies.
November 26, 2017
I started a joke
Sponsor: Maria Williams
First Place
Note: This Ponzi scheme was uncovered after the 2008 market crash. Though the fraudster never invested in the market, new money flow stopped because investors were spooked by the market decline and ensuing recession. He confessed when he couldn't make a multi-billion payment due in 2008. He was sentenced to 150 years in jail. One of his sons committed suicide, the other son died. His brother was also sentenced to jail--all worked for the firm.
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
Crazy kids go around giving in for free, not feeling passion towards reality and lying to
their parents, thinking they are so right on their thought’s knowing deep inside they are
wrong, there's no turning back after that, then they choose abortion, (Murder) The
innocent who didn't has an idea of what happened, who came by free for a better tomorrow,
I know is none of my business, but is hard to stare at those sluts who are standing there
killing what messiah gave for better chances, those girls are reckless, careless towards
what they are doing, knowing they are exposing to the dark light of Olympus the child's of
dead less sands, what if im the one who want her to abort it, im sure im gonna be the bad
guy who don’t care at all about life, what if im the one who picks up an axe and start to
dismember her myself kept alive in a state of disorder, im sure im gonna pay the prize, im
not sure if im right or wrong, im just sure of who I am, no one have ever stood a chance
for when I know truth, now I know murder, I guess is all I see, my friends and family,
such a tradition on killing child's away for fun, too bad I survive now, if I was aborted
back then maybe they didn’t had the problem now of having to hear and read my screaming
truth, imp sure they will perish, soon enough before I die, I know is incomplete, I know
is a string broken to the god everyone worship’s, but how does a child dies in vane,
because the one who was suppose to bring it to live decided to go to hell and sell it away
by murder, what are they thinking when the knifes are cutting in, what are they feeling
when piece by piece the corpse of the new born is been ripped out of their heaven, funny
when mom is lied and dad is deceived by the act of murder, I wonder, if they were in that
position, how would they feel? I guess nobody cares anymore about how they kill tomorrow
slowly with murder, dismembered before meeting the world, agonize today to die tomorrow,
it’ll then, we are left in state of questioning.
Form:
Oh how I miss it the rush the roar
Feeling with one more push yet I could soar
I felt it in many ways and at many times
That a moment in the future would be perfect rhyme
There were three types 'pon which I could expound
Three times of moment, of philosophy profound
One is the When, when the air was to shriek
When speed built so great and heart craved final leap
Another was blood, of fist and of flesh
Springing from deep rage, of fury tempest
The last was surprising, in dichotomy, appearance
That love could climax, make di-saster imminent
For the first I paid money, and thought it unjust
Bought as it was with a temp'ry, pointless rush
The second brought pain, and a glimpse of myself
Troglodyte 'neath skin, released but now shelfed
The third was a shock, which for long I did hunger
And when was found surprised, pulled in with soft succor
There it held me with its sweet soft embrace
A constant taken granted, of satin and lace
Yet from which did I learn, do I agonize
As I move on through life, constant analyze
Maybe the first, for I saw foolish youth
And see my impulses, for all they - uncouth
Possibly the second, as it showed me the power
Of the demon which inside each of us does glower
Of most moment is third, that constantly beckons
It consumes all man's mind, makes constantly reckon
Yes, for now I do contemplate
And ponder my fate
As I career and seek sate
In my painter's laminate
My longed-for mate
Is yet to amaze
I thought I had made
But she left, at last spate
Now I imagine one other of late
But she is born either of love or of hate
I know not now which, for it is a race
To see which blooms first, my love or my hate
Two battle for soul, one light and one dark
They both see me true, but one must depart
The one who loves without reason or guile or mark
Must decide whether I can be light or my current dark
The one who does not try, yet holds me awry
Must one day she straighten, decide love or lie...
Dread of separation anxiety
Anguish I felt with certainty
Yet due to childhood’s knowledge-obscurity
I could not fathom its reality.
Such awful feeling I experienced when my mother left me for a while
Not that she would go afar; not even a mile
During my first encounter as a learning juvenile
In a kindergarten class, of “no parents allowed inside” style.
I indeed had secured confidence in my mother’s presence
God’s love I delighted in through her care’s iridescence
So when she announced midst long silence about her would-be absence
Torturous separation-despair gripped my innocence.
The Lord be praised for His wondrous plan for my family
Since Mother refused to work abroad and stayed with us decisively…
…My days would have been miserable terribly…
…Without her --- I knew that undeniably.
Then Mother accompanied me to the University-dormitory
Which would be my home – away from relatives’ territory
Parting from Mom made me weary of homesickness-worry
But God’s grace upheld me, healing my culture shock-caused injury.
The greatest blow of separation-distress hit my heart
When Mother’s last breath set me from her apart
Were it not for God’s comfort*, I could be paralyzed by grief-dart
Making me agonize painfully … groping on how to start.
God’s mercy enabled me to move on, along her sweet memories that prevail
I’ll forget her never, and on this Mother’s Day – of her legacy I myself avail.
By faith, I’ll soon see Mom, for death’s temporal might will surely fail
We’ll be reunited; and together, we’ll praise God and His name forever hail!
*Psalm 71:21 Thou (LORD) shalt increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side.
Narrative in rhyme along dramatic monologue form.
May 8, 2018
Somehow nostalgic to me reverberating "Last song for my resting place"
10th place, "Black Country Communion" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 7/23/2023
Between us there is only place for tears and sighs
I’m right you wrong
I can’t stand that
I can’t stand this
I’m the queen
I'm superior
I'm the star
I’m the sun
I'm perfect
I'm better
I want
I need
I’m it
I....
I....
I...
All the sudden our world is full of "i"s
The u in us is now just two disjointed "i"s
All is fading, so is it worth it to keep the ties
When the love is long gone from each other eyes
I’m jealous of the us who used to touch the skies
Flying free, careless and happy like butterflies
Just two souls that didn’t care about the why's
Focusing on creating a world free of lies.
Now all the beauty is replaced by hidden guise.
That pride and prejudgments have jeopardize.
The us that once Inspired other’s envies, now agonize
and we’ve just became two specimens that others analyze.
I hate the "i" that refuses to understand the ultimate demise
the “I” that keeps hoping and begging for a last reprise
Blinded by a love that will no longer compromise
too afraid to see IT was something “I” fictionalize
I loathe the stubborn “i” that keeps you paralyze
The biases that push you to always scrutinize
The purest soul tendered with no disguise
The “i” in you that no longer sympathize
I’m afraid of the "i” who’s ready to finalize
Of all the voices that pushes me to soliloquize
Screaming, yelling, and telling me to finally realize
It was just make believe, one soul “i” over romanticize
No need playing the blame games or trying to ostracize
There’s always later, maybe time will help it stabilize
There is always a lifetime to try until tomorrow dies
Until there is no time and nothing else to revitalize
You....
You....
You...
You’re it
You need
You want
You’re better
You’re perfect
You’re the sun
You’re the star
You’re superior
You’re the queen
You can’t stand this
You can’t stand that
You’re right I’m wrong
Does it matter if at the end we are saying our goodbyes.
There are many times
When I feel like I’m not enough
I don’t have the abilities
The will or the sincerity
To pour out on the condition
That needs my embrace
The situation that needs my touch
There are times when
I feel like I’m just struggling
To be a little better, a little kinder
A blessing to some heart or soul
Who needs me to whisper hope
Across their soul and into their mind
There are moments when
I feel like I am simply too small
To lift the heavy burdens
That happen through my life
And need my kindness to find relief
My sincerity to find the grace
My gentleness so pain will subside
There are some days when
I can’t even find the words to pray
And I know He must read my thoughts
My faith, my heart, my soul’s belief
To gain the understanding and wisdom
To make it through the day, find a way
To reach beyond the worry and fear
To the light where God’s glory flows
There are times when I can’t see
Through the darkness that surrounds me
With disappointment, depression, despair
All the storms that shadow my soul
All the duties that reflect my sorrows
All the problems that take away my peace
And cause me to agonize and fret
Leaving the peace that God’s grace brings
Yet, there are those sweeter days,
When I know just what to say when I pray
When the words come to my heart
And flow from my thoughts, alive like a smile
Filling my day with the promise of His love
The grace to believe and hope and grow
Wise like the joy He inspires inside my soul
Giving my life the light that shines down
Replacing all the shadows with beauty and hope
It’s during those special times
When I find just the perfect moment
To whisper a prayer of faith and hope
That I find my heart is closest to His peace
Filled with warmth, grace and inspiration
Feelings free from the sorrow and pain
Free from worry and darkness, alive with love
That breathes laughter into my worst moments!
You asked me important questions yesterday
And wanted me to answer them in December;
But I’ve offered to answer you this very day,
Before the end of the month of September.
Hope my honest answers will make your day
As you prepare to walk through November.
“What makes you always happy and ever strong?
Even when like tilapia you’re thrown in deep sea?
Though you can’t swim, you sing a favorite song!
What indeed changes your agony into glee?
What calms you down amid a hostile throng?
Why are you positive like an evergreen tree?
“You do not seem to fear summer or severe winter
The winds may blow like death across your soul;
Unfairness may rain on you like the el-nino rains;
And thrust you down; almost fainting to the floor;
But you bounce right back to the top of mountains
Are you made of sponge that absorbs every blow?”
Well, well, listen to me O friend of my heart
I am not an angel but a mortal human being,
Just like any other person, I feel pain and I do hurt.
I have tons of tears to shed but also a song to sing;
I can agonize as I carefully organize a music concert
And on rough days my rare favorite songs I sing.
You want to know the reason why I keep positive?
Positive because I’ve got an altogether positive Savior.
When the tempest raged, the sea became negative,
It was deadly dark and the fog didn’t want to clear—
For even the skies were gloomy and utterly negative.
But Jesus; my positive Savior took away my fear!
Through the pain, I have learned to love Him more.
Now I know His voice better; twice He spoke to me;
I know His footsteps in battle; thrice He went before
He gives me joy and peace and hope—at stormy sea.
Yes, I am only human but my Savior is in control.
That’s why I’m happy-all my being goes aglow.