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Scintillating muse providing inspiration
Jettisoning convention for innovation
Scuttling old patterns without expiation
Countermanding discourse with new creation
Alternating rhythms for lofty oration
Imbuing myths with crafty animation
Ennobling verse with majestic simulation
Abridging meter with stimulating catechization
Utilizing parody to intensify gratification
Brandishing riddles with crafty illusion
Burnishing irony in stunning profusion
Instilling prose with deeper alliteration
Suddenly, faltering in my bridled station
Confronted by seamless repetition
Disrobed of all callous pretension
Jaundiced at my mindless ambition
Reconsidered sages merited position
Re-read Homer, Virgil with more appreciation
Studying Shakespeare became new avocation
Bequeathing to the ancient bards greater approbation
Meditative thinking is good for depth knowledge of every subject
But over-thinking is not useful for anything
Miraculous knowledge serves blissful moments.
Some are like fairy tales.
I do not know who knows better the truth of pre-life and the afterlife
What is knowledge, who is wise and
I do not know- what are soul and spirituality
I know very little about what is happening around me.
And I know nothing about what is happening beyond my reach.
Or what I know about what’s happening around me.
That is the half-knowledge of the exact facts
However, absolute knowledge and wise
What and who
Hard for me to define
Some say
The preachers of religions were and are truly wise.
The holy books of religions are knowledge.
The interpreter of the holy books and spiritualists were and still are truly wise
Again, some say
The saints, dervishes, meditating men were and are truly wise
and devotional activities are sheer accomplishment for pre-life, life, and afterlife
Again, some say
The scientists on every aspect of the universe were and still are truly wise
The philosophers on every subject about every present life were and still are truly wise
The discoverers, inventors, explorers of every aspect of the universe are still beneficial for earthly life.
Although everyone knows this yet still denies it for fear of unknown punishment
Still, many stay busy in search of imaginative knowledge of spirituality in the name of truth
In the definition of factual knowledge and wise, they discourse the practices of predecessors’ spirit and spirituality
-30.11.2020 Chattogram
Discrete Haiku 2
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If you must know
Truth and love;
Eternal door posts
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He kills the body
Hurls an old twist;
Hatred devours dying
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Love is real
Truth hurts;
Hatred destroys
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Drama attracts
Returning drama;
Cause and effect
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Love is easy
Joy is breezy;
Why choose hatred?
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Feel your heart
Light as a feather;
Want for no-thing
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Dawn stirs
Old made new;
Magic unfurls
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Plumeria sunlight
Sparking beauty;
Flowery discourse
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By this walkway
Busy feet trample;
Friday business pulse
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Leon Enriquez
22 November 2015
Singapore
Jesus Christ preached tolerance.
Mohammed did the same.
Yet modern day messiahs,
Have brought upon them shame.
The Hindu faith is peaceful,
Jainism and Buddhism too.
But religious fanatics
Spread hatred through and through.
Religion is a binding force,
Meant to guide the human race,
On the path to righteousness,
To achieve the Gods’ grace.
Misguided by avarice,
Nations are driven to war.
Artificial boundaries
Created; humanity tarred.
Every war is ruinous,
Many human lives are lost.
Conflicts benefit no one.
They come at tremendous cost.
Let us all break the shackles,
Of extremist discourse.
Let's spread peace and harmony.
Let's be a positive force.
For too long has Mother Earth,
Borne the disasters of wars.
It is time that mankind joins,
And travels together afar.
Let us forget jingoism;
Join the brotherhood of Man.
Eliminate all conflicts.
Together, we surely can.
I craft poems by evening time since I can't slumber.
I'm dreary of the one with a springtime splendor.
I'm lacking in rest, shrewdness, and moral dignity.
I've lost my aware vicinity and spotless anger.
We are not blinded by flies, owls, or moral agony.
It's not the fatal quiet or the sun's loss that's injury.
This isn't a chorus wraiths in the lush hedging.
The drab caveats of another day induce dark dubiety.
Nebulae, stars, neutrons, and quasars are all fledgling.
Dismal holes with some pale and green dwarf lighting
Blooms to be merely seen or to be picked in billion years.
This is the chronicle of the star nights, every evening.
Every night blurs you from my sight, yet, shed the tear.
I wish for a splendid twilight and consistent star seer.
I trust the rife angel's whisper and recall our discourse.
My awe, once the chalice in grasp was deep, rest clear.
Our spurn requital to God wanes our sole act of alertness.
While ebbing pristine streets toward the swift darkness
We scrutinize the cosmos, yet we are witless of his might.
Due to the safety risks of glass shards bits in the chalice
Wishing I had a hundred mates to gather around light.
My soul suffers in a gentlefolk that scorns peace bight.
Yet I shudder at the cogitation of starving to death alone.
Life is amazingly brief not to raise a chalice to reunite.
Written: January 17, 2022
The Chalice of Night Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
While going away from you these thoughts came impromptu
I love you my lovely chicku
Your purity and purity of holy fire are akin
You are the most cute and innocent face I have ever seen
I can listen to your jabbering gibberish more attentively than any discourse
You are my happiness's unfathomed source
From now on I will breathe in two bodies
One is mine and another is yours
In stories I have heard that some wizard had her life in a parrot,
but my life is in you
I love you my lovely chicku
I am a poet
I can untangle the most sophisticated subjects without destroying its efficacy,
but I am unable to understand the analogy of this bonding and intricacy per se
For which all words are insufficient Going away from you means- Subterranean trickling tears, pangs in heart, an uneasiness ineffable.
Form:
There is a hole in the earth
It lays in the west far from the city crowds.
It is the berth of forest and wildwood
It is majestic in its watery discourse
It is where the earth's crust met the sky
Conjoined and shared their distinct elements
Where mountains reached upwards to their destiny
Yet was besieged and shaped by this kismet
Divined and immersed with the waters of life
A contest of perfect union
Pitting the magnitude of years of conflict and resolution
A saga birthing a new landscape
A masterpiece of colors and substance to behold
And in this concourse of creation has evolved
All that is worthy for those who perceive its' artistry
Tis the profound worship for love and beauty
For all that appreciate its perfection
It was just another ordinary day
Scattered notes are all over the place
Drums trying to maintain a certain beat
Guitars either strumming or singing
Violins studying their scales and arpeggios
The piano pouring out its player’s soul
Clarinets and flutes blowing out harmonies
A mesmerizing vocal cuts through
A white butterfly flutters freely
Basking in the building’s flowing melodies
Students rushing in and out of the cafeteria
Sheet music in their hands while eating
Leaves of variant colors fall from the trees
The wind blows in one direction
Compensating for the scorching hot sun
Taking turns as nature takes its usual course
Old friends reconcile and greet each other
Re-living past memories and narrating the present
Speaking of profound concepts within their discourse
Anyone overhearing may be left confused
It was just another ordinary day
Scattered notes are all over the place
Many things happening all at once
Yet the resonant music remained unnerved
Donald Trump, ever a worthy upstart,
Proclaims his hairstyle 'a work of art'.
While losing battles on the Strait of Hormuz,
His whole attention shifts to Hairmuz.
He, deeply concerned for his thinning thatch,
Tries hard to hide his patchy patch—
That soon turns to national discourse and main event,
Those locks and curls—what a mane event!
Whether or not his new style’s flattering,
It might lift his standing, currently tattering.
Or that, at least, is what he thinks—
A motor mouth who never blinks.
Expert in making statements hair-raising,
And speculations so hair-splitting,
His folks have forgotten the economy,
His wonky ways, and foreign policy.
Expert in making statements hair-raising
And speculations hair-splitting,
His folks have forgotten economy,
Warts on his ways, or foreign policy.
What’s the message that people might follow?
Hair today, but gone tomorrow!
But this hairy style of ‘a man so smart’,
He thinks, will always stand apart.
And when the social media deeper digs,
Awash with AI-made, amusing wigs,
The President becomes the butt of trolls,
Right on the eve of November polls.
And his Make America Great Again
Turns to Make Big Hair Great Again.
The poor old puppeteer of punch lines
Faces a boomerang of landmines.
His coiffure neither bare nor grand,
But rather, the symbol of a brand,
Held together by sheer willpower,
Or perhaps industrial-grade lacquer.
Presidents are pulled by opinion firms,
But this one of two-broken-terms
Has always been a joke-ready,
No more a nation equipped with AI.
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Happenings | 12.08.2026 | America, art, humour, political, satire, Quatrains
Note: The lines of each quatrain are a pair of rhyming couplets and follow a relaxed rhythm. The part II comes with some Clerihews on the same theme.
The party is loud,noise in the air
People all around,
I'm sitting down,
Present.......but not really there.
I linger in the back,a watchful eye
In the background,
Invisible
I see many pass me by.
Interest has left,and all feels dull
No one approaches
Or wants to talk,
My introversion makes me mull.
I could be social,and enter the fray
But it's all a group
And shallow talk,
No deep conversations today.
No good friends for discourse;
I know all here
But still feel a stranger;
All too well,I know this remorse.
I try to mingle,but I've lost the heart
They all seem so........
Uninterested;
So from the crowd,I stay apart.
I try distraction,for my mind,
The food is good
But not much else,
Entertainment is hard to find.
Why,I ask,did I even go?
My hypocrisy
Boggles me,
Why I'm like this,I don't know.
Yet here I am,a wallflower;
Unbecoming for a guy,
I think,
As I wait away the hours.
Maybe I'll find someone,someday,
To talk the boredom
Away with,
Until the party fades away...............
Oh look,they finally started volleyball
volleyball is fun.......