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Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,
be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins.
The ruling lot are in a spot, the boss man he complains:
“The gypsies’ soul, I can’t control, my patience wears and wanes;
they will not cede to common greed, which conquers far domains
and furtive spies and news that lies have barely baked their brains.
“But in the court of last resort the final fix remains:
in boxcar bins with violins we’ll freight them out in trains
(should one ask why, a quick reply: ‘It’s that which God ordains!’),
and in the bogs, they’ll die like dogs, and everybody gains.”
Amidst the colors of a vibrant dawn
two eagles soar within their own domains.
Each searching for a mate, they're slowly drawn
towards the skies which destiny maintains.
Their hearts are racing as they near this space
for they can hear the cry of rapture’s plea.
Within this realm two mighty birds embrace,
becoming one as passions are set free.
They lock their talons in a courtship dance
and tumble downward through the mystic air.
These graceful creatures share true romance
and find a kindred soul whose life they'll share.
Forever joined, in rhythm they will fly;
two lovers' flames afire in the sky.
when funeral fire consumed his mortal remains,
roaring flames burnt his bodily musical domains,
peering through the glass portal one could see fires lash,
every inch reduced to unrecognisable ash!!
For five decades his golden voice reigned the music world,
he entertained with perfection of tune, rhythm, scale,
he sang songs of love, divine praise, of sadness or tears,
generations have his lilting tunes in their ears!
when you hear golden voice recording coming through air,
a musical voice preserved with scientific care,
mystery presence when physical form is erased,
shows us how meaning of every life is value based!
like a crawling garden snail we leave a trail behind,
trails created by art, talents or by brilliant mind,
the physical dissolves in time’s relentless crusade,
so must leave legacies of good deeds before we fade!
honourable mention
completely your choice(36) any form, any theme
Brian Strand
written 31/10/2020
13 syllables each line!
A tribute to a great singer who died recently due to Corona Virus!
In the shadowed dawn of distant days,
Where echoes whispered of lost ways,
There stood a name, etched deep in lore,
Captain Miller, amidst the roar.
A soldier forged from fire and flame,
Bound to cause, beyond mere name,
With eyes that held grief and pride,
For lands and lives, for those who died.
Steel and sorrow marked his path,
Through broken fields, through aftermath.
A journey weighed with hope and cost,
In battles won, in voices lost.
But history paints with shades of gray,
Heroes, villains blurred by day.
To some, a fighter fierce and strong,
To some, echoes of what went wrong.
Yet beyond the banners, blood and strife,
Lies a tale of fleeting life.
Of choices made, of hearts grown still,
Of dreams that surged against the will.
So let the story rise and fall,
In silent woods, through every call.
For Vallipuram Vasanthan's name still remains,
A thread within war's vast domains.
In splendor of meadows gentle winds blow
As traversing high-low mighty rivers flow
And sun never sets as blue skies ever glow--
Seasons bloom there, ample crops grow
And peaceful are domains where birds roam
Devoid of trepidation from famine or foe.
Frolic in playgrounds where children laugh,
Grown-ups always walk tranquil serene paths,
Intellect prevails as wisdom outlaws wars
And across oceans extend gallant helping hands
As enduring love fuels brotherhood at large.
Divine is fortitude of eight billion strong
From all faiths, colors, cultural backgrounds
Striving in unison for solemn human cause:
To rid of what divides--seek common ground.
We trade, we innovate, we build, we believe
We share, we live, let every nation be
We learn, we educate, respect one another
We argue, we listen, and confer with honor--
Such is global paradigm of model new world.
August 12, 2019
Placed 1st: Choose your own title, vol. 7-songs
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh; Song: I believe-Era
Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis
Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism?
Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish?
Why should knives of nemesis nip the knots of neutralism?
Cores of conscience, like collapsed castles, Themis said, crash
The self within the inner sanctum, like sand grains, is split.
Joy, peace, harmony, happiness, and self-fulfillment clash
Empathy and sympathy submit to apathy's conflict.
Demons in humans delicately dominate their domains.
As though white sheep amongst black cattle, they cudgel their brains.
Their will to do good, like delinquent house dogs, is in chains.
Blood of cutthroat competitions, to win, flows in their veins.
Honesty should guide one and all, Themis said to Dice.
Summit of self-splendidness alone will never suffice.
In twilight's hush, where shadows intertwine, And heartbeats echo like a timeless rune, I find myself entranced by thee, mine, Like nothing else has ever been, or soon.
With eyes that dance like stars on a celestial plane, Thou steals breaths and thoughts into thy keeping, My soul entwined with thine in realms unknown, My wishes, dreams, and hopes in thee are weaving.
Yet, in this dance of love, let us take care, For passion's flame, unchecked, can burn and legion, So, let us speak of things some fear to share, To build our fortress on a foundation sturdy;
Let us dive into the blue, where secrets sleep, And from the depths emerge, connected deep. With hearts that beat as one, and souls that weep For joy, we'll face the world, our bond intact.
Tested we shall be, of spirit and of flesh, Our love unbroken, through trial or caress. In trust, we find our strength, in honesty, our quest, Our love a beacon, burning, burning, burning.
Use no barrier, nor guard, in acts of love, But keep our bodies pure, with faithful gloves. rotation, no progression, in acts of love, But keep our bodies pure, with faithful gloves.
Let not the allure of liquid gold or leaf, Nor substances that cloud the mind, dilute our keep. For we, together, stand as sturdy as the chief Of mountains ancient, our resolve, our belief.
Respect must reign, like kings in their domains, Consent vital, like the oxygen we breathe. No "nay" shall pass these lips, no pain "`' repel, Bound by love's sacred promise, we two kneel.
In utter trust, we'll venture, hand in hand, Our bond unbroken, our love understood, grand. Throughout our lives, this vow shall echo, stand. Forevermore, we'll be, till love's end.
how false the interpretation of life,
and how false its execution,
how meaningless are the many pursuits,
and how very fruitless the end!
breathes in and out of bodies much the same,
so the purpose and course of food,
same thoughts of love, storms of emotions,
in marriage, divorce and in death!
castles, palaces, thatched huts and mud domains,
are transient symbols of their gains,
Greed for wealth, heroic super power,
erased, deleted, nil remains!
generations follow generations,
ignorance, arrogance, deceit,
peace to him who understands devils maze,
wisdom of divine god his light!
date 30/09/2020
sponsor Brian Strand
completely your choice(19) any form, any theme
In chaotic crowd of this world,absurdly living without you,
If you really cared, then where are you?
I've asked a million times-not just once or few-
Where's the man I admired and love?
The one so wise, like a musing dove,
No more I can see him now, why did you change? And how?
Your mesmerizing personality that you buried,
I can revive it, and calm the storm you carry,
Im your ferromagnet- I can attract the pieces you lost.
Field of mine which works for you only.
But now I've insignificant susceptibility,
Since you left, my domains lost their stability.
I need you- you're my guide and direction,
Every hour, every minute, every second,
Someone in the past memories dies,
Still something keeps me alive,
Your love and your wise smile.
Wherever you are , I don't care,
Because in my heart, you are always there.
When I was tangled, you showed me an unwind way,
Now im awake all night and dream all day.
Where are you? Where did you hide?
You promised to stay with me always,
Even when i was dumb and wrong you stayed.
With you, i learned, explored and grew,
Witty philosophies and scientific thoughts too.
I still remember our talks on Quantum Entanglement,
You said, "learning is ceaseless and it's beyond you".
I asked, " Are we Entangled too"?
You laughed and said, may be it's true.
We are connected in such a way,
That we influence each other state,
No matter the distance which separates.
But the distance you've made has no dimension,
I need you always, though i never mentioned.
Are you lost in deep oceans or hidden in the void?
Where are you? Where did you hide?
There was a little boy called Ning. He was the son of an Emperor whose empire included many domains. Ning had luxury clothes, the most exquisite food and entertainment. One day he asked to the Emperor, if he can go out of the palace to see how the subjects of his empire live. After thinking the request for a few minutes, the Emperor accepted Ning proposal with two conditions: a group of soldiers would accompany him, and the second condition was that Ning would have to tell to the Emperor with details what he observed during the visit to his father's kingdom.
Ning went out of the palace with ten soldiers. The first place he visited was a market when fruits and other groceries were sold. An old lady was the owner. She offered to Ning some fruits. When he was going to pay, she reffused the payment and told him that it was a gift. Ning said thank you to the lady and continue his walking.
A peasant boy was begging for food. His name was Ming. Ning shared some of the fruits with him. The boy was an orphan. His parents died by an infectious disease. Ning say goodbye to the boy and returned to the palace.
The Emperor asked Ning what he saw in his first trip out of the palace. Ning told him about the lady in the market and the boy.
Many years passed and Ning was a young man. He was the Emperor, since his father has died. In a hunting trip, he fell out of his horse. A strange men helped him. When Ning raised his eyes, recognized the man. It was Ming, the peasant boy he met in the market many years ago. He was not longer a peasant. A powerful and wealthy merchant adopted him.
From that day, Ning and Ming built a friendship until the end of their days.
The lesson is that you have to lend a hand to all the persons who need help and you can assist them without any interest. You never know if through life the person you helped in the past, helps you in the future.
For A Deligtful Childrens Fable
Sponsored by Carol Eastman
First Place
7-11-2016