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I saw a little fluffy creature
You wouldn’t believe it’s nature
Because you are a human being
Who will probably label him as cunning
He swiftly gave me an inviting look
Which, is not what I read in the book
I went near him, he was very sweet
And told me things, that I should tweet
“Unlike your fellow human creatures
We don’t destroy our planet features
Killing your own , and all other species
Stealing, cheating and devious strategies
Those are the values caused by greed
Cunningness surely is a human creed”
“Don’t be upset, over my few words
I searched for you , among songs birds
Tweet all friends with this little message,
Help us, change our negative image”
SHE WAS HER FATHER'S PRIDE
She used to be our father's pride
trained in the custom of the great land of oshimili.
enlightened by the western Encyclopedia
balance equilibrium
ADAOMA our fathers joy .
until she met Mr WHITE Master ceremony,
commander of cunningness,chief of liars
He swept her of her feet
Took her to the highest heaven
catch in the twilight of time ,lost in the moment of pleasure
divided in the concept of morality.
father wept in silence, full of regret
thought where he went wrong
consoling his pain with palm wine
searching in thought for answer
that never came.
She was a beautiful pride to the
clan ,
father would have killed thousand cows for her arrival,
the clan would have seen light at the end of the tunnel
ADAOMA left her pride and follow the price of emptiness.
Oh! sorrow full your door step
Mr White
You son of thousand fathers
She return home ,
father welcome her with a warm hug of embrace
but the pain left the wound in the old man heart.
ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
Forgiveness is but a show of self gratification
Portrayed by a deceiver to escape condemnation
To showcase self a being of virtue and righteousness
Every man would gladly play the two faced card of forgiveness
Yet the cunningness of forgiveness must be unraveled
For the selfish nature of man has made man crooked
To offer freely to a stronger person tolerance
Yet, from a weaker person for the same crime seek vengeance
Man has fine tuned the show of virtue to suit need
Placing priorities first upon what feeds his greed
The loyalty of men is forever bought by reason
With a changing appearance designed to survive every season
That a lion hunts not a galloping polar bear
Gives not a zebra the courage to dwell with him so near
The nature of man declares him not a blatant fool
For every man would sharpen first his most profiting tool
So if ever man is seen forging such show as he lives
Believe not in his words for only a fool forgives.
Lizdiamond Poetry
I can recall vivid memories of my life, which is beautifully woven & treasured in the locket of my heart:
I can recall my school life where there were lots of fun & learning..
~No disrespect for teachers & disobedience.
I wish could travel back to school days possessing pure age of innocence....
I can recall my childhood days when there were no introduction of computer's and smart phones...
~No crimes due to social media.
I can recall those times when there were lots of love among family members ...
~No issues of sibling rivalry and domestic violence.
I can remember those times when people were caring for animals by being less selfish...
~No thoughts of encroachment,No business ideas.
I can remember those wonderful days where family members sat together and chit-chatted face to face..
~No influence of technologies.
I can remember those days where we all played outdoor & indoor games with friends & families..
~No passing time with strangers online.
I can remember those days where we loved savouring delicious home made foods.
~No craze for fancy foods ,No complaints.
I can reminisce those times where we listened to parents & elders with lots of patience.
~No hatred,No cross- questions,less arguments.
I can reminisce those days where there were elated arranged marriages as well as love marriages.
~No conviction of extra-marital affairs & less cases of divorce.
I reminisce those days when everyone felt to appreciate each other talents & skills.
~No discrimination ,No cunningness.
I reminisce those days when people were empathizing without any expectations.
~No greed ,No fake perceptions.
2-5-2020
~DEEPA~
*Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2 - Poetry Contest*
Title chosen:The Last Good days of Innocence
Sponsor-Edward Ibeh
While watching the carvings of Konark Sun Temple.
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It was a rare occasion,
I was revisiting the Surya temple (Konark Odisha) and its beautiful carvings on stone,
After a gape of many decades.
I found that the sweeping waves of time
had left nothing here without touching and mildly eroding.
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The shine and luster which used to enchant,
every visitor here was slowly declining.
Even I too was not the same as I used to be.
Then I realized that nothing in this mortal world is forever and forever.
The only thing, which last is the beauty of our mind and soul,
which grow and grow more,
When we do good things for others and not everything for ourselves only,
But it is a very difficult practice and it comes only,
When we have love and kindness In our hears then jealousy and cunningness.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Raipur/ Kanpur India
17th Oct. 2025
NOTE : On the Photos I took on 02nd Oct. 2025 at Konark
A man still in the darkness
Who has never seen the light
Is better than a man toying with darkness
From the vantage point of light
One knows and lives with the pain
The other sees his own injuries and bleedings
One only reaches for whatever to hold and retain
Another well sees the paths and their leadings
One a stickler for the ways of the ancestors
Better he who remains until he finds new conviction
Than he who tramples on God as one of the gestures
Of one feeling free of need for his accumulation
If the worldly want to keep their worldliness
With cunningness, insistence and assertion
Ye called by God's Name keep your godliness
With faith, the Word, assurance and meditation
Whoever know what to do and doesn't sins
Whoever lacks by rejecting knowledge perishes
Yes, endowment can come to one who gleans
And a gleam can lead to the light that virtue relishes
K. Muitherero
The cunningness I feel is near:
It tries coming for a stay
Living within a beast, I once lived in
It's a bit dangerous wanting my play.
I have to be careful, now, right:
Staying in the right of my light
By this, odious toxin that's near
It likes to fight at my nights, I fear.
It made me sick a lot of times:
Lusting its seducing bite in me, crimes
Its promises turn into untrustworthy lies
Here is a sinister demon that terrifies.
It teases me with its pleasures:
Oh, one of a kind, it is, no measures
Telling me that I need it to survive
A bewildering demon, I've lost, run hide!
Every day seems like a struggle lately:
Keeping a sinister entrapped at its bay
These demons are up prowling to entice, be
Awaiting its day to play with me!
It feeds on my aches of pains:
Mind, the guilts, the greed that has stained
The more I hurt inside fighting, being real
The more this, slither, comes to steal.
I sensed life had enough of me:
My spirit was crushed, hurt, torn apart
Its Roar stood, heard for miles, miles I say
A venom beast has awakened, now bites.
This poison, I once craved:
The feel, pushing temptations
To care about absolutely nothing
Not even for myself, deliberations.
This slither came to suck the life out of me,
To bring the poison, sinister closer in
Though the bag, done gone that day
I've yet to lose, to this poisoning again
A malevolence venom, I once craved
Have yet to win within.
I know you will think of cunningness, as I am a fox.
Yet, I too suffer winter just like bats, cranes, or hawks;
I grow a thicker fur coat and creep into warm places,
I twist and push myself in my tail, and pass cold phases...!
My coat has been growing long and dense and heavy, and hard,
My walking and sleeping have turned as though on cold cloud yard;
My previously slim physique has, now, grown fat and dull,
Has my color mixed with snow and looks like that of a gull...?
My hunting has turned tough task, as I find it hard to roam,
As my border is set, no mice or mares approach my home;
I know, yet, all these are like a nomad's tent, tentative,
Your arrival soon, O spring, will be, sure, sustentative...!!!
27 January 2023
Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Oh ye tortoise
The longest living land animals in the world
You who bear the weight of the world on your back and yet walks with a palatial gait
From your hovel, you watched the hills and valleys mate
The oceans and seas retreat
Large four legged beast extinct
And smaller two legged emanate
Oh ye tortoise
You who walk slowly but never afraid of a race
You who feel safe and protected in its own house
You who walk on your toes like an elephant
Discerning with your eyes almost like it's squinting
Oh ye tortoise
One of the world most amazing diggers
With front legs armoured with sturby scales
Adorned with your clandestine ears
Carvernous bladder like a cauldron
And brawny beak for shredding and grinding foods
For decades, you epitomized wisdom and cunningness
Unchanged since prehistoric times
Misconstrued for turtles
Still men can't seem to decipher your morphology.
(C) PoeticLord
JANUARY 2023