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HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU THAT…
Have I ever told you that,
my love belongs to you.
Forever to the end of time,
I’ve promised … to be true?
Have I ever told you that,
you’ve made my life worthwhile,
Your wonderful sense of humor,
has always made me … smile?
Have I ever told you that,
I don’t want to go away,
But my life’s drawing to a close,
with you … I cannot stay?
Have I ever told that,
I’m wondering when I’m gone.
How soon you will forget me,
to another one … belong?
Copy write Nov.13, 2020
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Barbara Barry-Nishanian
On a bleak-cold icy day,
When everything was white and grey,
When frost benumbed my hands,
I stumbled on a frozen lake,
That was tumulted with life and sand.
I put a step forward,
And then I sunk down,
To drink the exilir of happiness,
Abandoning my barbed crown.
Time tangled in ice lattice,
And I walked through the aisle of memories,
Of warmth and cold ,
Of basking in the sun,
In the freezing winters,
Of late december.
Of cold winds,
And Christmas lights,
Of carolings and bribes.
But now I am trammeled,
In a suburban house,
No one knocking at the door,
No one strutting around.
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. Near miss Hit the shoulder
The know all Knows enough to know better
Well stacked Last in, first out
Awfully good Terribly impressive
Original copy authentic counterfeits
Wise old fools Smarties in clown shoes
Virtual reality Wearing fancy glasses
Silent scream Parenting in public
Almost exactly Near enough, thereabouts
Some Tax relief A very short-lived miracle
Business ethics Hidden in the fine print
It’s Bittersweet what a lemons dream of
Alone together The perfect blind date
Exact estimate Precisely give or take
Foolish wisdom Advice everyone ignores
An Open secret Whisper in megaphone
Glorious defeat Lost magnificently
Working holiday Emails from the yacht
Echoing silence Needs even bigger ears
Honest disguise Fooled even the mirror
Same difference identical opposites
Cruel to be kind You'll thank me tomorrow
Odd airline food Altitude without attitude
Controlled chaos My filing system
Negative growth Shrinking with confidence
Social distancing Introverts living the dream
A definite maybe Committed to indecision
Simply so elegant But no simpler
AI's is so infallible A million monkeys proofreading
Invisible footprints The smell of shoes
Beginning finished Chapter One
Alone in the crowd A hit in Social media
Passive aggression Weaponized politeness
Certain uncertainty Absolutely ..Perhaps
Borrowed originality I invented your idea
Military intelligence Marching the goose step
Transparent mystery Plain as day is night
Some sweet sorrows Chocolate after heartbreak
Remembered future Tomorrow's nostalgia
Artificial intelligence Still can't fold the washing
The signals get scattered in our scurried days
The constant grind trapping us in a daze
So we sit and copy and paste the weeks
Unsure of what it is that we seek
Even if we are unaware of its purpose
Hope is bubbling up under the surface
Luckily it won’t remain hidden forever
We just need to pull on the right lever
Allowing our eyes to pick up the clues
To see what has always been true
That the transformation is already underway
Molding our mess into a masterpiece each and every day
While the grind will never go away
Let's remember that we have a say
In how we frame our life's picture
Embracing the messiness may make things richer
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opportunity
most zany woodpecker knocks—
heh-heh-heh-hehhhh-heh
5/2/2020
This is a zany, flight of fancy, inspired by my secular profession after 4 weeks of lockdown! The resulting haiku is inspired by Woody Woodpecker—created by Walter Lantz and Ben Hardaway—a cartoon that appeared in theatrical short films produced by the Walter Lantz Studio and distributed by Universal Studios. Woody Woodpecker first appeared in the short film "Knock, Knock" (November 25, 1940). Woody Woodpecker's unforegettable signature laugh begins with "heh-heh-heh-hehhhh-heh," which works well with my haiku since it has 5 syllables! (Woody Woodpecker | Wikipedia) TMI? Oh, my!
In a moment of weakness I was ready to be chipped.
I thought I might as well have the operation,
And get it over with.
No more worries about losing my phone,
No more hunting through reams of paper,
To find that all important receipt.
No need to feel for my wallet,
Or waiting on replacement cards.
No more coming home through back streets,
Because I left my Drivers Licence home.
Even better,
No more thoughts of where is my Birth certificate,
When a certified copy required.
Fortunately the thought of,
Being knocked off my perch early,
Keeps me from going down that road.
reality is the picture that the collective mind has painted
but along with every thought was a conscience that was tainted
every thought from the spirit of man was encapsulated in his mind
so perhaps all could hear it and understand when his thoughts were defined
every mind is subject to the vicious cycle of lies
but what is in the dark must be revealed to the eyes
those who refuse the truth remain imprisoned in the mind
and left to walk in darkness trying to catch up with father time
only a few individuals have tapped into their true potential beings
as they manifest the thoughts into what one is actually seeing
its hard to believe that a thought can be manifested
but if you can think it, it can be done all you have to do is test it
God said anything is possible all you have to do is ask
nothing is to great for God, he can accomplish any task
Jesus said if ye believe your faith can move mountains
and with the faith that ye receive give freely like a fountain
but evil has intervened in the giving of the word
and twisted scripture into something that man has never heard
they put a price on what was suppose to be given to us for free
i guess its the copy write, thats why they charge a fee
Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
If there wicked hands will ever catch you,
Your body will be mutilated in pieces,
And then, you would never be able to see,
My beloved to convey my message, dear letter.
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 13th May 2010 to continue in 6
Background of this Epic
The Patradoot was written originally by my late father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India became free in 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman &
Gandhi’s non-violent soldier. For many times he was
imprisoned for many months and sometime, even for more
than a year. He dedicated the entire writing work to his
dear wife, my late mother, who was also a co-partner with
him in the freedom struggle in creating mass awareness.
During one such imprisonment at Faizabad jail, he wrote
this epic and sent it to my mother secretly as a gift for her
and to get it printed & circulated among the masses to
create awareness for India’s freedom. The book was
printed by my mother in Hindi and some of this epic were
circulated also, but the British confiscated the book and the
press of my father around 1933. I was born in 1950 in a free
India. I am trying to bring this great writing of my father in
English which portrays more than the translation of the epic,
so the world may come to know about this otherwise lost
and forgotten great great writing and the sacrifices of my
patents towards India’s freedom struggle.
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947
and devoted rest of his life in writing easy mass literature
and wrote many Dramas, Poetry books, epics etc. All his
other literary works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class works could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.
Ravindra
Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Kutil Kuron Me Pur Kur Unke,
Aunga Bhunga Ho Jayega,
Purna Roop Se Priya Darshan Ko,
Phir Tu Kabhi Na Payega.
Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
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Patradoot or The Messenger28 /Many
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor
Originally written in Hindi by my
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
These men and women have incarnated in them
Peace with determination, for the well being of others,
They have increased the honor and dignity, dear letter,
Of our motherland, we adore and worship as Bharat.*
Moving ahead, you will see dear letter, how the rulers,
Beat them with sticks so mercilessly,
And how these tender bodies,
Fearlessly bear the lathi’s* on them, so bravely.
You will see how with great determination and firmness, these women,
Are marching ahead, while facing the pains of bamboo sticks,
Even when they become wounded or being crushed,
They are not fearful, nor do they think to withdraw, dear letter.
Some where you will be charmed to see,
Groups of young boys singing and marching,
Like a brigade of active monkey’s, dear letter,
They show their latent and sleeping energies.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th August 2010 to continue in 29
Clarifications:
* Bharat. The ancient name of India is Bharat.
Lathi. A lathi is the sturdy bamboo stick carried by many Indians.
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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, who was a freedom fighter.
This manuscript was written when he was imprisoned
By the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas,
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994.