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Tupac Shakur said where he stating 'the word' he means Never Ignorance Getting Goals
Accomplished not the meaningless and powerless word which was put on a people.
Never
Ignorance
Getting
Goals
Accomplished
So from Tupac's formula I have this to further give true power to the word and give meaning.
No
I'm
Gonna
Get
Achievements
R.I.P Tupac Shakur also known as Makaveli one of the greatest poet's to put pen to paper,
and then speak it out to the world with the heart, understanding and passion of an African-
American civil rights leader. Tupac you are still missed but you live on in your fans, students
and love ones, so now you're a Pharaoh who will live on to the end of time.
Written: March 07, 2024
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As I gaze up at the sky,
A vision appears in my mind:
A ring of children, of all hues and races,
Joking, holding hands, embracing;
A ring spanning a stallion world
A ring versatile yet unfurled,
A ring symbolizing brotherhood
A ring of abounding love.
This planet—also known as home
It's such a stupendous elixir,
We may grow, sow, and share food,
From its sky, we rave water
From its clay, we nurture,
From its stone we build flats
And in her womb, we lay.
Born as aureate jewels,
Can ignite or extinguish embers
The universe is a bedizen of promise;
Here it hangs its head with a chuckle
But, the world is a vile caesura.
Doom lullabies whispered,
As pilotless drones strike
Phantasm pristine promise
Fetched forward from fallacy;
Sky and sea, once majestic
Ashen gray—a hint of skepticism
Graves replaced hospitals
Leaders now pave tombs
With heroism...
Falsehoods ratified by political fear,
Whilst pillars and epitaphs are in the sky,
Food scarcity—fueled by inflation
Friends turn foes in a dismal imply
Social enigma—imposed by fear,
And kids frolic with rubble—the worst is near
The early sky is tearful
Blaming acid rain for hate
World-destroying plummet
Atone for the past, but futile;
Forlorn screams flood the globe
Unfathomable July snowfall
A stark signal of our perilous crisis.
An inherently warlike planet
An inherently hostile universe
Killing animals, kids, and seniors,
Ill intent spills, pandemonium drools;
Greedy for what we lack
Yearning for ash, rocks, blood,
Scorching soul, gaping abyss,
Sliding down, winding tracks,
Wanting to flaunt
Falling star, soul stab.
Yet we share blood and organs
Requiring alike air,
One day, its clay will wrap us all.
Juneteenth
June...back in nineteen-fifty eight, just sixty years ago,
Unknown to me, nine hundred miles away in the mid-South,
Never did I think of anything that would foreshadow...
Equal rights for me...denied to people of black color.
The waiting rooms and restrooms, solely marked as black or white:
Extremes prevailed with front and back seats taken on a bus;
Enjoying drinks from water fountains...marked, which one was right.
Nothing at home prepared me for those bigotries and 'hates'
That shocked me then, just newly married, moving with my spouse.
How could this be...in this, our land of free...United States?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Juneteenth
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 07/15/2018
Juneteenth, also known as Juneteenth Independence Day or Freedom Day, is an American holiday that commemorates the June 19, 1865, announcement of the abolition of slavery in the U.S. state of Texas, and more generally the emancipation of enslaved African-Americans throughout the former Confederacy of the southern United States. Ref. Wikipedia
Some months ago my cousin offered me a pipe
that my paternal grandfather used, when he desired a smoke
It stirred up a memory that had potential to be serious
but after sixty years I relate to it as a joke
My maternal grandfather , very slow and steady
that's how he chose to drive
But paternal grandpa!! he was seventy eight, I was seventeen,
one solitary trip with him, I wondered if we would survive
We hit the open road, accelerator hit the floor
one hundred and twenty five kilometres per hour, the only speed he knew
Left hand on the steering wheel, right hand on ,and clenched between his teeth,
his beloved smoking pipe, that was how we almost flew
Straight open road, semi trailer ahead
Grandfather decided it was safe!!!! to overtake
There's another semi trailer approaching,!!! It's on the other side!!! We're caught between the two!!! still with hand upon his pipe, other on the steering wheel, side to side we wobbled, I began to shake
Back on the left side of the road (we're Aussie ) we have overtaken the semi trailer!!!!
Grandfather still has pipe clenched between his jaw
He looks at me quite calm[y states "I thought that other semi was going the other way ",
accelerator still flattened to floor
My very nervous thoughts, about this episode, I pray there won't be more
To my cousin I replied, the offer of that old smoking pipe, it is declined,
perhaps it is a bong
I appreciate your offer but I don't need a material possession, in my memory it's deeply etched
nothing personal, please don;t get me wrong
Footnote: Semi are also known as Prime movers . Guess we were nearly prime moved into heaven
I am the Suicide King
known as King of Hearts,
she is sure the Queen
Queen of dark underworld.
Known as King of Hearts
not real but only fake,
Queen of dark underworld
she is busy with the trick.
Not real but only fake
so hiding me under her dress,
she is busy with the trick
keeping me close to her breast.
So hiding me under her dress
patiently waiting for a chance,
keeping me close to her breast
with her cautious glance.
Patiently waiting for a chance
to put me on the board,
with her cautious glance
edge-walking on a sword.
To put me on the board
she fakes a smile on her face,
edge-walking on a sword
I am out of her dress.
She fakes a smile on her face
a face I am in love,
I am out of her dress
she is my underworld dove.
A face I am in love
she is sure the Queen,
she is my underworld dove
I am the Suicide King.
© kashinath karmakar (27th May, 2011)
**King of Hearts is also known as the Suicide King.
(please check"playing card"in Wikipedia)
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Placement:6th (June 2011)
Contest:Pick a card,any card
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
By:kashinath karmakar
As I look down upon you ...
I look through the clouds and see
some amazing things...
In the man of whom I've raised.
Mr. Raymond Ward ...
My Love
My Strength and my reason for praise.
Can you hear my testimony?
For
I am proud and have now received my wings ...
My Hero
The symbol of God's blessing ...
The miracle of all good things ...
Continue to be the leader,
the outspoken and the Achiever.
So
Thank you for getting through the tough times and
proving me right ...
For
your journey has just begun ...
The spirit that shines through the
light ...
The man that beat all odds ...
And
The gift of Suzzie Wards Son.
So
when times get you down ...
Keep in mind that ...
God has placed this crown ... On
the man named Raymond Ward...
Who gives his all to all living things ...
My # 1 and my son ...
Also known as "KING".
The End!
Captain America also known as Steve Roger,
Fought numerous battles as the first Avenger.
Once he was a tiny little boy,
Who had a big heart and strong will to bring justice and joy.
Soon he was given the super serum,
And became the symbol of heroism.
Once he was frozen in the ice,
For the complete 66 years with no choice.
Yet, He fought the evil with all his will,
Like Hydra, Thanos and even Red Skull.
He always carried his shield that has a star,
Made out of Vibranium gifted by Mr. Stark.
Never knew Cap could even age a day,
But he comes back all old and gray.
After placing the infinity stones back to their place,
He gives his shield to his friend Sam with grace.
And now he lives a normal life,
After marrying his beloved wife.
Written May 24, 2022
5th Place
in Captain America Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Liguori.
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
And the worst of the sickest bombs
Of all: obvious racism at the borders
Life is never, never, never fair
Even in war, for many brothers and sisters
The shelling will not stop
Too many explosives are being popped
Innocent and young people are dying
And the hypocrites, the racists
The murderers, the war-mongers
The cowards, the propagandists
The shenanigans, the monsters
The fakers, the sinners and the liars
Are on the very top of their games
What a shame! They shoot all blames
Toward the victims and the innocents
Remember the shameful wars
Remember the shattered lives
Remember the blaring sirens
Remember the supersonic sounds
Remember the deafening cries
Remember the powerful roars
The constant shelling makes no sense
Because children are being killed
That's a lethal and deceptive ploy
Real humans should build
Not bomb, not destroy
I am pissed
For Peace
It's shameful and despicable that no one wants
To live by the rules. Where is the common sense?
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods
stricken with affliction,
sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
(also known as ALS,
or Lou Gehrig's disease)
in the prime of his youth wrought
underestimation, vitiated termination,
targeted sequestration,
solidified rigidification,
rendered quandary,
per paralyzation obliterated,
nixed navigation,
morphed motivation,
marked limitation
kickstarted infatuation,
jinxed immobilization,
induced intellectual hyperfunction,
garnered fundamental fascination,
fanned fabled exploration,
devastation demonstrated
delectable declaration,
cosmological constant comet
clinched, chained certain capitulation,
brainstormed benefaction,
benediction attribution assured.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
his longevity (marked by bing permanently
linkedin, hitched, drafted
to a custom made wheelchair,
his brilliant unsullied scientific genius)
endured seventy six orbitz veer
ring round the nearest star,
though seemingly motionless, he freed their
ret tickle physiochemical insight
encompassing, revolutionizing,
and jaw-dropping, revelations
with mortals he did share
transcendent seeded plentifully
mental limitless groundswell
fed his fecund rare
if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated
(infinitesimal nook and cranny) force *****
lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity
bracketed with mar ching madness peer
ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind
(or a minuscule approximate near
facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing,
and discerning astronomical phenomena mere
via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious,
though processes affixed
with a visage mordantly like King Lear.
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 13
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’
Peacocks began to show their colors,
In their lascivious dance of passion,
And Cuckoo’s song began to resound,
Creating disturbance in Shiva’s penance.
Rati his wife of unique beauty, too,
Began her wonderful dance and song,
In tune, with the spring in full bloom,
Disturbing Shanker* in deep meditation.
Under the grab of such flowing charms,
Cupid began to hypnotize the Yogi*,
The cover was of the bewitching charms,
To Break his penance in command.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th May 2012
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Clarifications:
Rati* - Madan or Cupid’s wife as per Indian mythology.
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Shiva
Yogi*- used for Shiva or Shanker.