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REGENERATION GAME
Poverty stigmatises
Poverty overwhelms
Poverty condemns
To rid an area of its poor
Is the new regeneration game
That governments catering to middle class greed employ
Thus keeping the third estate in check
Sterility of environment
White washing of areas
Coupled with compulsory cauterization of attachment
Are the sticks that beat down the resolve
Of the new underserving poor
Those that made an area
Vibrant
Rhythmic with charm
And a melting pot of cohesion
Are no longer welcomed
Now the developer sees an opportunity
The middle class scramble
For central havens
Above the best schools
Sends planners into an orgy
Of false accusation against the poor
And wilful disregard for the
Life blood of the communities
They so lovingly plunder
The hardship of having too much
Is the story of those in power
An Understanding of poverty
Is not a vote puller
Thus all are rated on their property value
And their post code
To beat the low paid and waged
And the non-double barrelled named
Is a game the chattering classes engage in
Stigmatising the hardworking
Demonising them for living
Democracy functions today
By dividing society into the powerful and the followers
Those that cannot influence
Or have friends with connections
Are never to be allowed within the city walls
Lepers they must always be
To occupy a space where one
Is no longer welcomed
Is the daily grief of the estate inhabitants
Those that have stayed when the going was rough
Are now discouraged from
Claiming ancestry of an area
They will be rooted out come what may
By a council with middle class ambitions
Social depravity does not fit
With most government’s upward mobility
The Victorian idea of the needful poor
Rears its ugly head even in our modern times
Those that have not are always
Meant to be have nots
Politically motivated poor bashing
Is how a party gets into power and stays in power
The economy and society are pawns only
To attract
Buy
And keep voters
Fooled by the scraps from a heavy laden debt table
Selfishness is an ingredient in all
Past social implosions
Today’s regeneration plans
May ignite and incite smouldering ambition
When those that want a fair share
May overcome
The goliath that is selfishness
You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.
My hands of your molding and chastisement
are already the processing engine of your refinement
my strong willed mind and love soaked heart
complete the stages as you hold steadfast
to the train I’ve prepared for you
Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties
and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom
and gallivant the landscape of experience
while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles
Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which
life’s shots are overcomed
and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need
Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour
for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat,
Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction
Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions
and don’t force out jokes from your head
or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support
Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum
thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella
it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops
Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability
to strongly control them is what makes you distinct
from other species in the animal kingdom
Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective
it is what it is and as powerful as
causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness
just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence.
He who begins a tale becomes its reference
don’t say what you cannot defend in court
rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood
and puts a noisy siren on your personality
Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage
and corrupt friends will join others
to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity
Wash your face every morning with these words
and take your every meal with these lines
then would they be spices
to which your life is preserved.
Morning light shimmers
Floating dust welcome;
Excited salutation
World awakes
Noisy traffic;
Rush of work day
Knock on the door
Peephole lookout;
Real estate agent
Morning cuppa
Fortified supplements;
Health insurance
Bamboo trees
Walkway sentinels;
Windy voices hum
Old plumeria tree
Speaks in vivid colours;
Reds, yellows, whites bloom
Lift alarm screaming
Fire drill or short circuit;
Irritating noise
Balcony view
Ant-people far below;
Busy antics ply
Temple oracle
Praying on a wish;
Curious bystanders
Church petitions
Man keeps busy asking;
Attendance compulsory
Despite our faiths
Man remains unchanged;
Unsure and insecure
Voice of dawn
Hurling new songs;
Rapture unnoticed
Bold ideas fashion
New collections;
Recycle old orbits
Day after day
Same old, same old;
What's new pussycat
Hymn and prayer
Endless petitions;
Too much noise
Go deeply now
Linger right here;
Discern afresh
When, where and how
Who, why and what;
Unanswered questions
Weary and tired
Dreary world swirls;
Awaiting salvation
Look beyond reason
To fit new rhymes;
Seasonal permutations
Looking out
Peeping in;
Who cares
Lost in the crowd
I search for something;
I don't know why
Rules are rules
Useful as tools;
Transcend and discard
Once in a while
A sincere smile;
Cynics fling piles
Go beyond terms
Let feelings style;
Spontaneous voice
Seek then the light
Beyond meaning;
Seize true rapture
When the soul awakes
Magic and mystic
Charm with bold say
Words once empty
Pregnant with rapture;
Creation sings
In a clear vessel
The empty space:
Is most valuable
Go beyond form
Beyond norm;
Flirt with impulse
Words are devices
Language crude formats;
Soul sublimates
Sense a sure gap
Between said and done;
Herein possibilities field
Leon Enriquez
16 August 2014
Singapore
Hi there new born baby, welcome to your life,
Off to work tomorrow, mother’s got no choice,
Your at the teats, sister’s slung around her back,
Ten hours in the field, gathering god knows what,
She’s pregnant again, another one’s in the pot.
Oh I forgot to mention, this is the Third world,
Don’t get too comfortable, for time quickly unfurls,
Nine more months, your turn, on mums bony spine,
Dad’s missing, buried alive in a government mine,
Troops rounded up our men, like goats and wild swine.
Yeah sure is tough! gone beyond the point of caring,
At least you have a hut, three orphan families sharing,
Just get on with life, what our indifferent elders say,
Next week compulsory overtime, with no extra pay,
Animals have it better, for in the shade they lay.
Billions on this earth, living hand to mouth,
So what’s the problem, plenty to go about,
All our excess wasted, casually dumped back out,
Its human nature, we want more than the rest,
Yes! some give to charity, never sorts out the mess.
“There go I, but for the grace of God” What!
Conscientious absolution, does not mean a jot,
Actual interpretation “Rather You Than Me,”
Better to say nothing at all, sanctimonious piety.
Population explosion, has them on the brink,
Free contraception, go a long way I think,
Education for all, definitely the missing link,
Without abject poverty, can be no mega-wealth,
Worked socks off for mine, (Hundred Billion To Myself,)
Baby’s mother toils harder, instinctively killing herself.
All together now!
#Oh what a beautiful morning,
Wake up smell the coffee beans today,
She picked them, spine’s lost all feeling,
Everything’s going my way.#
It’s a mess, goddamn mess,
Dirty filthy mess!
It’s a lie, Goddamn lie,
Dirty filthy lie!
Your not real,
This is vile,
In denial!
Don’t exist,
Stop crying,
Keep lying!
Just
Die
Baby
Boy!.
By
David kavanagh.
Form:
It was almost at the middle of my teen-age days,
When mind, like a horse without bridle, found rough ways;
Inner laissez-faire, like snake in dilapidated crack, set in,
Legs, the way they found, aimlessly, anywhere broke-in;
Parents and relatives resembled villains, who gave me grief,
Warnings of elders seemed shell blown into ears of deaf,
Bunking classes I went roaming with loafers just like me,
At night, to movie theaters, second-shows, I went to see;
Sessions of beer and wine too spontaneously started,
Stronger among us tried to puff marijuana, whole-hearted;
Church-going and prayers got stopped, like drying streams,
Scruples troubled the nights, filling with deadly dreams;
Peripheral flamboyancy exhibited many extravaganzas,
Life, yet, often seemed empty like vague poetic stanzas;
Youth, like that of Francis Thompson, in waywardness went-by,
Till one day, boozed heavy, like a dead I had happened to lie;
Compulsory confession and conversion was all suggested,
Inner mind (as it thought) to these idiocies, protested;
It's, then, when personal monetary bankruptcy crept,
When friends, like migratory birds, my company left;
My fiancé, finding me no more glamorous and glee,
Dared to flee, with my extremely execrable enemy;
Existence, like that of the prodigal son, fell absurd,
With severest of stress and misery; insight blurred;
Bike-accident appeared as last straw on camel's back,
Hospitalizing me all my playful activities it did hijack;
With weak limps when the brink of the grave I did reach,
Wisdom, like epiphany, new morals to me did preach;
Convictions coerced me to leave Sodom and Gomorrah,
Be inspired perpetually by the enchanting divine aura;
Repented; sins confessed; I am, then, a man reborn,
Walk upright; my fidelity on the scriptures being sworn...!
17 August 2022
The Epiphany That Changed Your Life Forever Poetry Contest
I saw her a milky complexion and a voluptuous frame , she had a name but no surname noone gave her a surname .
I found her similar less incommon a saree she had draped in an impious commotion to look like what she had to look like .
Little choice did she had to hide the wonders of her skin which were not wonders to her , the brightness of her smile nd her cleavage were unholy to them to her , it was mere piece of flesh scotched and held tight without any pocession she was never touched with admiration but only exploitation.
They scorn at her as she is relegated but forget to question her origin before grabbing her , forgot which caste did she uphold because for them she was not a piece of art but a Harlot , her beauty was perhaps sold .
Her feminsm staked for the pleasure of a night nd she cried , she cried not of the pain it gave her but about every remark of unholy and stained sexuality which slapped in her nightmares of open eyes maybe she too complained but her complaints sucked in by mouths of holy men .
But wait , last night she too saw a dream of all holy men where she was also one of them no less was she revered wearing a saree washed with dignity this time .
Her speech as a monologue of her aspirations and not melancholy of compulsory sex . Her lips now echoing the eulogy of her power , they stained her skin but couldn't reach her heart .
Maybe she wants to be a doctor , an actor , a choreographer a singer or a poet but no one asked her . Her demeanour no more sluggish say hello to the newborn priggish her prefix is not just a prostitute , her life is much more than bodily servitude .
No less than a pandit she is a sensational prelude so the next time you see a prostitute just smile at her not for her stained sexuality but for her soul’s individuality because her soul remains
Unstained .
By : Ridhi bhutani ( herfingerwings)
If we have to make a new India we will have to do reforms in our education system and all these reforms have to start primary to higher education. We will take up reforms from primary to higher level as follows:
PRIMARY & SECONDARY EDUCATION
The whole educational system should be recast. Instead of 10+2+3, it should be changed to 8+2+2+3. Govt. should make education compulsory up to Std VIII. The examination should be conducted at VIIIth standard level as it was conducted earlier in British Raj and only those who secured good marks in VIIIth standard should be allowed to study in Govt. aided institutions. The rest should be diverted to either unaided Institutes or Vocational Courses. The Govt. should spend on Vocational Institutes of various fields from Taluka level and the present ITI Institute should be merged with these vocational Institutes.
The municipal and local authorities are forcing the Management in aided schools to admit 60 to 80 students in a classroom. This practice should be stopped and like in ICSE board, the strength of students in a classroom should be of 30 to 40 students. This will help the Teachers to give personal attention to students and the quality of education will improve.
To encourage the school going students in villages, slums & poor students should be given a maturity bond of Rs. 1,000/- up to seventh std. and Rs. 5,000/- for 10th std. studies, and Rs. 10,000/- bond for graduation studies and Rs. 25,000/- bond for post-graduation studies. This bond will automatically help them for higher studies. The state Govt. giving this type of bond should get separate subsidy from the central Govt. This facility should be available to all weaker students of the society whose parent’s income is less than national average income or those who are below the poverty line.
Form:
Actually Autism is
Non-verbal, partially verbal, or completely verbal
touch can be painful, or compulsory
feeling trapped and scared, needing to escape
scared and lonely, gotta go hide and reshape
easily excited and gotta show it
sharing with everyone we see fit
autism is experienced different for everyone
Can't wear a coat, or needs one all the time
limited diet, sensitive taste, texture, or smell
constant echolalia helps cope with the world around
constant movement to keep centered to the ground
lining up objects, so pleasing to the eye
things staying the same, keeps the mind from going awry
autism is experienced different for everyone
May have learning difficulties, but all have gifts
could have interests in numbers, trains, animals, or lists
could love to spin in circles around and round
or sitting still upon the ground
could be loving and acting a clown
yet the next minute, experience a meltdown
autism is experienced different for everyone
can struggle to make friends, life can be so hard
socializing can be difficult, others leave us scarred
enjoy doing odd or different things
could react violently to the difficulties life brings
loud noises can be painful
the world makes us feel so shameful
autism is experienced different for everyone
can take longer to process questions and requests
yet give us the time and we can impress
take a look in our world, where we are so bold
If you take a moment to behold
You can see the amazing miracles we can be
give us a helping hand, and you will agree
autism is experienced different for everyone
Autism can be amazing
The Innocence Astounding
All are Unique
Each with their own mystique
Everyone has a place
So just help us keep apace
Because Actually Autism is Sublimity
An old wives tale of modern day
Say's do not eat before you swim
So why are cookies compulsory in order
to surf the web ?
A plethora of unwarranted advertising
from funeral cover to bedroom toys
And what i never even clicked
on today redirected me to a virtual
travel agent
And with time on my hands i thought
i'd play along
So where is your dream destination ?
And what is your preferred mode of transportation ?
If you could go anywhere at all where
exactly would you like to holiday?
Where ive always dreamed of going
I'm not sure can be reached by
Plane , Train , Automobile or Ship
As it doesn't reside on any map , ocean ,
continent or desert island
It has yet to be discovered but i have
already been there
Where i'd love and give anything to go ?
Is simply back in time to my past
But alas i fear you are in the business
of time share not time travel
And sadly i have run out of the
will or desire to create new memories
all i want to do is to relive my old one's
Back to a time when i knew who i was
before i pawned my father's watch
Back to before i chose to tread the
trampled path of woe that finds
me in the present
I'm sure at fleeting once i was a child
before i became the man i am
Little boy Pinocchio who wished wanted
and was willing to try anything just not to
he or who he actually was
Despite the fact that everyone who ever
met him really liked him spoke highly of him
and sought him as a friend
But never was it enough nor could
he see what others seen in him
Until the day it finally dawned on him
and it was far to late
Though he thought of himself as an
oyster shell
All along he was in fact the
secret treasured pearl hidden deep
inside within it
On retirement all The Due proceed,
Because cars don’t their speed exceed;
In their pet jobs hope to succeed,
Sometimes sensible warnings don’t heed.
A solution to the riddles of idleness,
And checking of their feelings of awkwardness:
Relieved cops a vigilante floating,
Ex-civil servants at the likes of Bureaux gloating,
Former dispensers, stocked drug stores running,
Home-sent vets, neigbours sick animals and the mourning,
A sender to early graves,
Of those who more swollen envelopes crave,
For attendance to their mounting needs,
That can’t be handled by what simply feeds.
Usher of fuller reunion with family,
A picking of fresh interest in being homely;
Our resting of our long besieged bones,
In our houses, now The Best of Thrones.
So, the Retired from his darling job,
Is not at all being asked to sob,
He having his service year completed,
And his efficiency surely depleted;
The age for a compulsory lay-off clocked,
For which more busying of self is true progress blocked;
A life to be lived has gone down,
For past stewardship, a dignifying gown,
Ageing men hostages to funny diseases,
Only off and on enjoying lucky releases.
Hence, managements forward their goodbye paper,
In this seeing a pursuit of The Safer,
To all retirees “wisely stay at home”,
Save those it is their nature to roam,
Anywhere they choose by all means to surface,
Provided it is not a very hectic office.
Not honey-sweet what the retired swallows,
Sometimes in court challenging it like the gallows,
A doubly confirmed injustice form some adversary,
Via a tall order, neither timely nor necessary;
Always a building resolve to contain some mischief,
And a mission to save one’s job from a work thief!