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Where Carnatic's notes on temple walls reside,
A melody awakens, draped in Kalanidhi's pride.
T.M. Krishna, a voice that cuts through time,
Weaving music's magic with a spirit so sublime.
His renditions, rivers rich with history's flow,
Not just in rhythm, a conscience starts to grow.
He shatters gilded cages, tradition's aged decree,
Embraces justice, a symphony for all to see.
Like verses etched in Ashoka's weathered stone,
His music speaks of rights, where every soul is known.
Equality's raga, a soaring bansuri's call,
Echoes through the chambers, dismantle caste's high wall.
The mridangam's thunder, a drum for sacred ground,
A plea for balance, where nature's peace is found.
He sings of forests, emerald lungs that gasp for breath,
A protest is echoing, defying nature's death.
His voice, a metaphor, a veena's soulful cry,
Strikes down injustice with truth that cannot die.
Democracy's anthem, a jal tarang's gentle chime,
For freedom's nectar, a melody sublime.
The Kalanidhi, a weight that honours all he's done,
A recognition, not just for music, but the battles won.
To keep the raga pure, its message ever clear,
A symphony of conscience, year after a challenging year.
So let his melodies forever inspire,
A fusion born from tradition and righteous fire.
T.M. Krishna, the Kalanidhi's light shall gleam,
A testament to progress, a voice within a dream.
Darkness is my weakness
Crave negativity day to day
At war with my inner light
Dismantle the joy my inner child
Reckless with the will to live
Stomp my power to the -3rd power
Don’t have the swag to live,
Live to feel pleasure
Wishing to go ghost
Praying to end it all
Heart hurts; faith locked up
Locked in darkness
Tears of sorrow
Shameful of my shadow
Looking for my heart to be rip
Ripped away from this pain
Pain this ungodly body carries
Reversed to the thought of hope
Bargain with Satan
Offer seems fair
Want to spilt my wrist
Let go of everyone inclination
Feeling so alone
Feeling useless
Screaming someone help me
No don’t help me!
Darkness is my love!
Surrender to my captor
Can’t do this my soul lost!
God help me!
Lead me!
Forgive me!
Guide me!
Want to live
Live for you!
Crying out for your mercy God!
This is art with a message I do not promote suicide suicide. If your feeling like that please get help remember you have people who do love you.
I do not feel this way I’m happy I’m blessed it’s just poetry…
Thank you
Among several sublime
and subprime
sacred meanings
and secular purposes
for HOME,
in October Sunbeams
of BlueSky enlightenment
and GreenEarth empowerment,
Dennis Lehane's HOME
refining peaceful stable minds
defining sacred communion
for unconditional compassionate love,
not intentionally unkind
I could not sync
with mythological
or ecological
or theological CONCEIT
But, also could not find a replacement
until recalling indigenously wise
nature-spirited refacement
of EarthMother's EcoRoom,
a regenerate matriarchal WOMB
Making peace for Here
Now sacred place,
until we disregard
dismantle
desecrate
and degenerate,
in AnthroSupremacist ways
down toward MotherEarth's TOMB
GLOOM
Extracted
cancelled
pathological HOME
of DOOM
Which maybe does say something
about mythologically epic
CONCEIT.
their dryer keeps breaking down
her husband does not understand
neither do the appliance people
they have provided three free service calls
it is as if she wants to go to the laundromat
where are you going now? Her husband asks.
Laundromat, she says with a long-disappointed sigh.
He decides to follow her this time.
When he sees the cushy recliner, he understands.
If you stop breaking the dryer, can I buy you that chair?
She nods
ashamed of her forbidden pleasure
one she was afraid to admit to her husband.
He buys the recliner from the laundromat owner on the spot.
Cheaper than a new dryer.
And he was afraid she would dismantle the washer next.
I was hurting and lost, so many tears that I cried,
Needing you there, simply close by my side.
But while I was breaking beneath all that strain,
You worried what truth might dismantle or change.
Not what it cost me to finally speak,
Not how exhausted, frightened, and weak.
Your fear wasn't for the pain I'd endured,
But for the image you'd so carefully secured.
An old version of me was fading away,
Being buried in pieces day after day.
The girl who survived by denying her pain,
Had carried me far but could not remain.
I didn't know how to grieve who I'd been,
Or make sense of the losses unfolding within.
The life that I knew was slipping from sight,
While truth pulled me gently into the light.
I needed you then. More than words can explain.
I needed compassion to balance the pain.
A kindness so basic, it needed no plea.
Yet while I was drowning, you still blamed me.
As though I wasn't fighting to remember how to live,
With nothing left inside me and no more to give.
You demanded I consider what this was doing to you,
While I watched my own world split cleanly in two.
Why?
Why ask for my strength when mine was all gone?
Why ask me to carry you while barely hanging on?
Why ask me for comfort, for answers, for proof,
While grief tore apart every beam of my roof?
You hide behind stories and self-serving tales,
Claiming abandonment with more lies and wails.
Piling on guilt when I scarcely could tell,
If I’d survive what it took to escape from that hell.
You left me shattered with too much to grieve.
Then acted bewildered when I chose to leave.
Not because I loved you less than before.
But because you took all I had and still wanted more.
Hope is a string away
Hope is never too far
There is always a way
With a robust and strong bar
To shatter or crack the glass
Of despair, which allows the mass
To drown in the dark sea
In deep poverty, in sad misery
By camouflaged monsters
And duplicitous scavengers.
Hope is around the corner
Can't you see the flickering candle?
Ignore the evils who're trying to dismantle
You, day and night. You're a fighter
You will win the final battle
You will become a heroic model
An idol for the people who are desperate
To live a better life. No one can separate
A mother from her children. You have hope
You're already cleansed by the holy soap
Of decency, courage, pride, and fairness
You will find a way to sanitize this mess.
Hope is not too far
You can use a crow-bar
To break the glass of misery and poverty
Pretty soon, you'll start making clean money
"Great opportunity is everything"
Says the wise lady who loves to sing.
Copyright © November 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Our Company makes both
the Ware and Anti-ware
products needed to be in full
control of your business.
Hacking equipment
and anti hacking equipment
moral and in disent.
S$it our company
has equipment to
find the codes
to every engine, washer dryer
anything with a computer
made after 2017.
It is wrong to do one of the other
but when you see
how people either
want to create or dismantle
what is created to sour the ways of many
you can then see how
this world is both Savage and Sinister.
they would make robot maids
but would you trust them.
man: My automated coffee machine tripped
during leap year: I found out my
secretaries wife
bought the hcking device
that compromised my breakfast.
She said there was a program that
turned "Maid Hazel" into " The Maid from Hell"
the robot with anti- care technolgies.
On program is said to be
"either clean as you go___or__
A$s whipping time"
This is a crazy world man! One crazy Place!
them Tech Guys aint no joke!
Ya'll hear the one about those
twelve strippers at a Joint In Blogga Hoogga wonk-Wonk,
man dude told me them guy slattered the floor
and lefted hugh tips
and told the Gals to
get the C$n and be
pregant. Get the
money while the
money there.
They did all twelve
got pregant
and they don't know the fathers is
but the got the whole
night on tape. They say it was about
Fourty to Sixtty dudes
up in there. Letra and Armonia said
they left out
before
it got to crazy
but Letra said he was on the floor
and was scared that one
them Gals coulld
have his.
That's Crazy man!
That's Crazy!
by
Bizzy The Smogg Protester
Speaking and living off experience, what I've experienced goes against what I know, like I should take it slow, slow down my emotions I'm soaking in love because I love that feeling, but the cards I been dealing is sort of like the cards I been dealt. I sink head first instead of just taking it slow, so I end up with a lot of deleted numbers, text messages, and burned pictures Yeah I'm filled with love but still I'm drowning in this pitcher I drink from. Painting perfect pictures with my imperfect hands, Yeah I what this and I really need that look at my check list can I really give it back. I'll admit it sometimes I'm double minded but I put away those thoughts like never mind it, trying to align it with what I would like to call Ms. Right, there's no such thing most people change overnight, so in light of my new discovery having the rug pulled right from under me I hate this feeling so I go back to the drawing board, write a new blueprint that's fits me fundamentally and hopefully to find someone that I'm mentally spiritually & emotionally compatible with, story of my life right I guess I'll just dismantle it again. There's no rush I know chalk it up to me always getting so caught up ready to give my all it's amazing this heart of mine isn't tore up, but I guess with every short story I have more to tell than actually show, it's hard to take your own advice sometimes, but I gotta stay meek with the next one and just take it slow.
'Twas the night before Christmas and outside blew a gale
Ol' Santa had a brainwave and on his sleigh rigged a sail
He was preparing for what lay ahead, an arduous task
Then waved goodbye to Mrs Claus and put on a face mask.
First he delivered to the all the cities then town after town
But cross winds were now blowing that slowed the sleigh down
He then put down on the highway to dismantle the sail
And the flapping of the sail fabric tickled Rudolphs tail.
Rudolph thought it was Santa and started moving away
But Santa was on the roadside minus his sleigh
The air turned quite blue, ( I wont repeat what he said )
Santa's face was the colour, like his suit a bright red.
He took out his cell phone and dialed nine one one
And told the bemused operator what had gone on
"My head reindeer Rudolph has made off with my sleigh
That's loaded with kids presents for Christmas day".
An all points bulletin was sent out for the runaway sleigh
Santa prayed that the traffic cops would save the day
Cops in choppers were scrambled and to save at any cost
The magic of christmas, that looked like 'twould be lost.
By now Rudolph was getting tired and stopped for a rest
Then the cops in choppers landed, to make an arrest
Rudolph pleaded his innocence and said he didn't know
Then looked behind him and said " where the hell did he go?".
It was all a misunderstanding and everything turned out okay
Sleigh and Santa were reunited and went off on their way
He cracked his whip then from a bottle took a large sup
Told Rudolph to get a move on as the kids would soon be up.
He delivered all the presents and now house lights were coming on
Santa was full of praise for Rudolph, for the hard work that he'd done
He made for home going by the airfield with five crates of elf beer
As a thank you to the chopper cops and to bring them some cheer.
Meanwhile at home Mrs Claus was preparing the turkey
She knew that when Santa got home he'd be tired and hungry
Santa phoned her on his cell phone , she answered "yes dear"
He said "Merry Christmas Mrs Claus and a happy new year".
Written on 3rd December 2020.
Christmas Poems Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France.
The existence and reality of who we truly are
The reflection we see everyday
The villain we choose to hide
The two sided coin we cannot ignore
The monster which continues to roar
Hatred we cannot hide nor ignore
For centuries hatred has been the key factor for war
Mankind is always searching and wanting more
Until the color of one skin is no longer significant
Hatred will be the key factor for war
Mankind will still explore and even lie for more
Until all race
Respect and regard the human race
And understands there is no inferior race
Hatred will be the key factor for strife and war
Mankind will still invade
Continue to kill and trade
Until the human race acknowledges
That there is no such thing as a superior race
Research and embrace all of the human race
Mankind will continue to fight and try to erase
Equal opportunities will only remain but an illusion
To be followed but never obtained
Until human captivity has been abolish and abandon
Destroyed and dismantle
Hatred will remain the key factor for war
Mankind will continue to plot and fight for even more
Hatred in the East
Hatred in the west
Hatred at it's best
Isn't time we learn to unite and give it a rest