Long Deprived Poems
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A long time afterward have bloomed the flowers of love at last
A long time afterward the pigeon has dropped the letter of love
The two nations Cuba and the USA though lie close to each other
Nevertheless the ideology-chains incarcerated those letters of love
In the air of both states poems and birds did fly quite in plenty
But the politics and warships didn’t care a whit about a love link
Fragile ego and ruinous self-love raise Hitler in our soul universally
Though we wish to keep the windows open to let in breeze of love
Still the high walls rise before us making our eyes blind to blue sky
Deprived of dews our soul saplings go on crying for rains of love
The initiative and the planning have finally yielded the red zinnia
Barack Obama opened the barracks to set off all the captive pigeons
A red cap, a red ring in throat, orange beak, a bird near my window
Sweetly whistles the tune of friendship linking Obama and Raul
Even the sky has come down in drizzle to greet this historic union
May Obama’s umbrella protect the spring of the “historic opportunity’’
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March 21, 2016
Holy Thursday evening
prelude to Good Friday
waiting in anticipation
of Easter Sunday rising.
Prayers, songs and hymns,
resurrected in annual rituals
of incense, washing of feet
both profound and breathtaking
Christians bow their heads
and bend their knees
and pound the heart
in repentance of sin.
Black grace
surrounds my soul
as others, genuflect
accepting, acknowledging, welcoming
desiring the presence of God.
I kneel, beg and plead
in constant supplication
for that feeling and sensation,
held back by that wanting longing need.
My desperation
frequents my mind and thoughts
overwhelming me,
my heart and soul from deep within.
I want to believe
more
than living itself.
I come here
not because I do believe
but because
of the aching and yearning search;
too long,
I am deprived
by this “black grace”
that blesses me and makes me want
to believe
in the presence of God.
Mystified me, the expressions so weird;
Neither love nor acceptance
It stirred my soul, churned my mind
Why so?? bewilderment continued...
Humiliation, reprimands, insults
Discrimination, innuendo, malice
victimised the poor,the needy,the deprived
Unheard men,their voice suppressed!
Situation proliferated and protracted
Proofs to augmenting denial,disgrace and social decay.
Even in death none to commiserate!
No helping hands to lift them all.....
Never in my thought would i ever wish
to immortalise this picture of colossal wreck;
Let miracle happen and herald a tide
to wash away this plight and resurrect this all
Deep within, my soul cries, why is it real
Why is it happening???
The only solace I find is a ray of hope
that a miracle occurs and ignites a spark of resurrection ,
to mop all discrimination and vices with its gentle sweep!
ME THE PET PUPPY
Me the pet puppy to go for long drive
always with family of Anderson
I never feel myself to be deprived
being a part of their excursion
Always with family of Anderson
on trip, I take delight at each moment
One window seat for me, next for his son.
I am too grateful, no need to comment.
On trip I take delight at each moment
Windy breeze touching, soothing face, and nose.
Torn white clouds floating on blue firmament
Thrilled to watch all running back far from close.
Windy breeze touching, soothing face, and nose
I never feel myself to be deprived.
Thrilled to watch all rushing back far from close.
Me the pet puppy to go for long drive.
This nomadic wind
This nomadic wind, and along the way the buds are a fallen subtlety
i have gathered them all, paved to greet your way
Accept , please accept them all, with thy humble hands.
When I am no longer around, they will blossom around your flowerbed.
your fingers to weave a floral necklace , remember with heartache and pain
as if I am there with your remembrance
The sleep deprived nightingale is a response there with a failure and the pain, tonight , an absorbed tonight!
a pair and their own,
a pair and their meeting churn
moonlights floodgate and the full moon during the festive moon
the subtle hue are all willing there, there when tomorrow is lit up
during your fatigued noontide.
You can't certainly put a price on freedom
But if something's coming in the way of you having it
There's no price that you won't pay
For there's nothing greater than freedom
It only took me lying on that edge
That I noticed how much we take for granted
That when granted comes for pay back
We at loss for we took too much
Therefore you can't certainly put a number,
To the lure of freedom over that of being deprived it
Thats why at times money is and isn't everything
Cause freedom can be bought but its more valuable than money
It's sad just how many people have lost their freedom
When scales were tipped the other side of money
But come to think again, that's the price of freedom
Even if it's one's freedom being put to scale by another's freedom
The PO£T
To all my fallen homies, know you're not forgotten/
I'm constantly pouring bottles in your memory/
When I'm awake, I feel your energy around me/
So I'm striving to be on top, on top is where my spot is/
I'm fighting demons trying to knock me off this mountain/
I work too hard to mount it, still feeling like I'm climbing/
Even though they want to knock and try to stop me/
They won't knock me off my pivot, trying to box me, I box 'em/
My homies were Malefic influenced and was persistent/
On doing the things that demons persuaded/
And the bed that they made, was the bed they lay in/
The demons they fought, was the demons I'm slaying/
From that drain in their brains, to that flame in their veins/
Spawning fire breathing dragons, blowing smoke like a train/
Front line banging that war drum/
Redrum that come with sniffles, you know my gist/
Like a fist punch, you catching a fist/
Or a wind you can't resist, you catching my drift/
We were dropped in poverty, so death is inevitable/
I'm here to give you knowledge/
You can eat up like edibles/
The same knowledge that Satan gave to Adam and Eve/
That turned them into God's, deprived them of Heaven's stool/
So to all my fallen homies, you will rise again/
Real homies don't die, we only multiply/
Rise and come together, we never divide/
Reverse domino effect, we fall and bounce back up/
Mass incarceration, population control/
Psychological warfare, brain washing the soul/
Homies don't have a chance, we are fallen/
We are only remembered by loved ones and homies/
That's why I'm pouring out this liquor every Sundays/
Locked up or in a grave, is the only way they want us/
Guns, drugs and money is our only components/
The government and the system is our only opponent/
Dark clothes, dark clouds is how we live our lives/
When we're mourning, depressed in our daily vibes/
We keep on living, regardless we won't ever give up/
RIP to the fallen homies that went back to dust/
(Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian ~ March 2020)
Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.
The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of guile.
With gaze serene she twirls a lock of hair
as lips betray a fleeting wistful smile.
Though far away, his presence lingers near;
his kiss like sunlight’s warmth on shoulders bare.
It seems to her, he whispers in her ear.
She breathes the fragrance of his tender care.
A sigh escapes her lips as she recalls
his body close to hers in moonlit night.
The promise that he made before goodbye
now makes her quiver with a strange delight.
For she has yet to know the fervent thrill
that overtakes the soul in love's embrace.
On his return, he’ll claim her for his own
but now each nymph of nature wears his face.
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© A Callman collaboration~ March 2020
family.
could refer to a group of people connected by blood
one usually bonded by love
normally the ones you go for comfort, support, and solidarity
i couldn’t feel that way with much clarity
was it always meant to be?
what foolish hope i hung to ceased
unfortunately;
it was just how it ought to be.
if it were only as easy as
the words run and flee
constantly at flight or fight
leave
wasn’t a choice nor a option
anxious with caution
everything goes unmentioned
unspoken of, never again
what broken can’t be mend
it would occur
from time to time
when everything seems to be
just fine
chaos arrive
revival of the same lines
strip away our peace from behind
scared it can cause a demise
only i
could let out a wail
why
and cry
left deprived
shatter my bones to pieces
sow me
cut me down
let my blood bleed
all metaphorically
bloodied fingers madly claw
caskets hermetically sealed
bullet riddled bodies crazily didst draw
triggered bloodshed tsunami,
where logic insists there must be a flaw
precious priceless proud loved ones demise
festers "stunned disbelief" to gnaw
perhaps shell shocked next of kin
utter primal wails resemble distorted hee haw
lifeless loved ones alive just moments ago,
these special darlings (dozen plus youth)
premature death deprived
never delight one or more in-law
whereat deceased brides and grooms
denied pledging troth
from permanently stilled jaw,
while bereaved
inconsolably cry deafeningly, drenching
cloths cupping raw cheeks,
a cruel prank sans burden thrust upon a maw
(whose womb once housed
forever lifeless son or daughter),
rigor mortis out buzzfeeds Stihl chain saw
shrieking, how,
this "NON FAKE" living nightmare
cast an excruciating pall,
whence diabolic demons lear
into the opened seam,
where under a sheltering sky Gaia doth hear
the deafening lament against
a cool, calm and collected
frenzied maniac whose flare
ring nostrils adrip with rage
exchanged slugs of lead for dear
lee departed souls,
where dark clouds may never clear
as the living suffer horrendous psychic hemorrhage
agonizingly bid their own
flesh and blood affixed atop a bier.
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