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Do I have to remember that life has a set flow?
Our days might be dreadful, yet, joy utterly slow.
Miracles arose typically through the cloudiness.
I'm busy exploring and hoping for days to pass.
The lack of sufficient treat hampers our friendship.
We'll be frying outside during the scorching heat.
Things that can be seen clearly are sand and grass.
As we cross the tiny bridge, without greeting mass
Inside you is the wellspring of your greatness.
This is the spot to utter while everybody is yelling.
There was nobody like you as away as nothingness.
Bear in mind your equipment and life's calling.
No one recalls eternal's gaunt visage with fondness.
It's critical to grasp your unique treat and essence.
Written: December 23, 2021
MISSION OF THE HUMAN BEING
We are wild creatures, wild beasts
for them
Their adjectives unreasonable,
Unrealistic
Just as savage, cruel, inhuman, and ferocious
Not civilized and uncompassionate
Sun sneering and moon bantering
at civilized human beings
Every day, every night
Firearms, explosives, mass destruction weapons
Are not our inventions
Merciless murders, massacres and many more
And killing without purpose
Not in our inhuman lexicon
Wisdom flying beyond the planet earth
Imperiousness caused
Destruction than construction,
And shortened the life span
Of everybody
As well as planet earth.
How civilized are you?
Jayaratne Weerakkody
Everybody believes in something or other
born with a desire to worship a being
showing the capacity of a God-shaped vacuum
getting a grasp because believing is seeing
Now I have believed always in a god
but one day personally God became real
Jesus the Lord spoke by His inspired word
showed His love to be the real deal
All these 37 years ago Jesus my saviour
in God's word, I found He died for me
on the cross at Calvary took all my sin
gave me His righteousness made me free
So now believing deep in my heart
God is my anchor never to leave
that He has promised to me His child
now believing on always to cleave
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ
and you will be saved says God's word
this my testimony of God's grace
receiving the peace of God never be stirred
You tube is a way to see
Others acting so crazy
But I never thought I'd find
Me falling on my behind
It was quite a funny show
All because I didn't know
Someone spiked my "virgin" drink
Who was this obnoxious fink
Getting me drunk without knowing
My craziness would soon start showing
As I took to the bar stage
In a dancing fit of rage
Moves that should be called illegal
Took me over as I peel
Off the layers till my naked
Body is no longer sacred
It hits me what I have done
I'm too drunk to flee and run
So I fall onto the ground
Everybody all around
Is posting my embarrassment
When I find who started this
My revenge will be so sweet
You tube will be on repeat
With the ridicule they get
And lessons they will not forget
3/02/14
Tickle My Funny Bone Contest
This a revised and updated edition of a poem I recently wrote and posted. I'm interested in your comments, especially if your read the previous version. Thank you for reading and providing your honest opinion(s).
Where have you gone America, where have you been?
Where are the places I used to roam
Long ago with family and friends?
Where are your steeples and spires pointing
Upward, skyward bound? Are they still there
Where I last left them
Back in my home town? God fearing people
And places, filled with traces of
Humanities hopes and dreams;
Sky scrapers, chance takers,
Sweet Land of Liberty.
And I hope you haven’t lost the grandeur
Of the Rocky Mountain Range;
The Blue Ridge, Black Hills, Sierra Nevada,
And Northern Cascades.
Are your wonderfully winding rivers still running
And forest trees growing tall
Like the pioneer days
Before the Pilgrims came to call?
Do your hearts still yearn
For what might be earned
Through the sweat of the brow and tears?
Do people still sing and dance by the moon
Because freedom’s still free so I here? Some fear
You may be falling
From the crow’s nest where you’ve been
While the waves are growing stronger
And you’re losing too many old friends.
While I still wave “Old Glory”
In these hurricane like gales,
‘Cause I’ve seen other places
And many sad faces
Where everybody fails.
Where life is pathetic, miserable, vile;
Without freedom of expressing
Barely a thought worthwhile.
Not that you don’t have a few
Stones in need of shining;
You’ve made some mistakes
But it’s still not too late;
Changing course is a matter of timing. I believe
In you America, you’re
The cradle, bosom and grave
Of all that I am and will ever be
In you, my heart still craves.
Though some may vehemently disagree
The right to do so sets them free
Paid for by the last full measure
Of friends and lovers, sons and daughters,
Fathers, Brothers in Arms,
Souls unraveled from earthly travels, America
You’re a long, long way from gone.
From my view and this direction
This reflection from the glass;
Half full instead of empty,
Troubles always pass. Sooner or later
Come what may the pendulum always shifts;
Left and right, day and night, America,
You’re still the world’s greatest gift.
Everybody says
money is the root of all evil
yet we tried a system of trading
swapping your products, service
for the goods and food you require
imagine the effort required
to make enough trades
to supply your needs for a week
money was created
as an evolution of progress
money in itself is not evil
greed and abuse is evil
Money is just a tool
the lifeblood of society
taking our products
from one person to another
In the human body
every cell receives
the required amount
of blood to survive
yet human society
fails to share
the required resources
of the planet
every cell every human
requires the money
that allows people to survive and thrive
in our progressive world
we all demand our own culture
our own nation
our own country
but we are all human beings
apart of one planet
one world
one human race
granted we all have different ideas
different dreams
we all fight for our children to survive
we all want to enjoy life
we all have our own conflicting needs
but surely between the conflicting needs
we can find a compromise
work towards the dream of peace and equality
to continue down the path of war
Is to create our own destruction
if we release every nuclear bomb
the gas clouds surrounding the earth
would destroy crops nuclear poisoning
putting every surviving human through hell
with today's ability to design automatic weapons
the technology we possess could carry on killing
long after we were all gone
The first world war was created By Gravillo Princip
but the German Kaiser Wilhelm ll
also wanted to build an empire
England was fighting with Ireland
with Germany supplying weapons to Ireland
Russia was not prepared for war
weapons and infrastructure
far inferior to a prepared German Army
The Kaiser believed he could win
instead, he lost his country
Hitler Thought he could win Instead he lost
England went into debt
World war two technology-wise
we went for propeller airplanes
into the creation of jet engines and rockets
weapons of mass destruction and atomic bombs
What would we design with a third world war
automatic weapons artificial intelligence
the science fiction of comic books
could become the reality of our death
think well before we jump into the abyss of stupidity
Black rose
Black hair
Black clothes
Blank stare
Lips black
As ash
Burned and cut
Scarred and rashed
She stands out from the crowd
She’s different from the rest
If only she was proud
To simply be herself
But the whispers are so loud
And everybody else
They love to run their mouths
To make her life a living hell
She tries to ignore them
To turn the other cheek
But her view is getting dim
And her eyes are dullening
She’s got nothing left to give
They’ve taken every single thing
Now she’s broken, faithless, hopeless
They’ve left her with nothing
Nothing but
Each burn and cut
And scar and rash
That never left her side
In the back of the class
Each slash and slice
Are the only friends she has
So for the sake of mental peace
She wounds her fragile hide
For the sake of balance
She cuts her flesh
Until it matches her mind
The broken girl was never perfect
All she was is less than human
Haiku I mean
because
life is a mystery
sky is clear
and serene
one draw
these grasshoppers-
I want to pass
I want to smile
may be love
is hand to mouth
or may be we eat
to live
or may be we live to eat
because here is domestic-
even cowards
are our brothers
because I can't sleep
anyhow, nothing is scarce
rather it goes through
before me is a thought
in letters and words-
others are mode, mean and median
and still others are bound around
wisdom is a reason-
here, between ends
of a bridge
and even among
houseflies butterflying
around
nods? are but words
of body gestures
a crocodile lamenting
and courting or something
tonight case may be
different, may be tough
I fear flies
and see tomorrow is an
election day
oh! my head and heart!
may be next season
fire may be abundant
in vitamins
I digest two morsels
of favourite food
did I wink to
right or left?
after all I am taking precautions
isn't it?
this station here
smoke rising
in snow and wind
like a privatization
of facial expressions
hark and damn?
I think everybody
is free? and everything?
toast to me twas?
I think we will
leave here for Malabu?
isn't it?
something is a dream
in wings of east and west
isn't it?...
some haikus to fancy
weather of rainbow
may I blow my nose? and brush my teeth?.
“Practice makes Perfect”
It‘s we’re all told.
That if you work on one thing consistently and for long enough
You will have such a solid hold that you cannot get it wrong.
So by that logic, pretty soon, I should be a master at poetry.
As long as I perfect it.
It’s ironic.
While I was writing this poem about perfection
I kept deleting
No, backtracking
No, erasing
The work I wrote down
like the message I want to convey
Doesn’t want to live on the page I put it on.
It’s like what I think
Won’t put
No, place
No, inscribe
Itself onto the document I'm using to write this.
The letters don’t seem to string themselves
Together like they usually do.
My mind continues to blank
Even though my thoughts were planned out
Even though I knew what I wanted to say
Even though this topic
No, idea
No, dilemma
Is so controversial.
Because we can all agree
Perfection is harder to come by than we first thought.
The definition of perfection is
“The state, condition, or quality of being free or as free as possible from any and all flaws or defects.”
Many people compare themselves to what they believe is perfect
But that’s the thing,
Perfection is different for everybody.
Yes, the word perfection has a definition.
But that was one of dozens of variants
I could choose from.
So if the word perfection can’t even perfect itself
Then how are we meant to dissect the infection
Of perfect perfection.
Breezes on boardwalks
that carry its essence
Suntans are fragranced
by its very presence
Beach balls are bandied
within its cachet
Whitecaps that rush salted
flurries my way
Taffy that’s pulling my nose
to the door
Sugared delight
cotton candy galore
Coconut sandies that
flavor my eyes
One whiff of chocolate
I’m hooked, no surprise
Perfume of lemons
on girls strolling by
Peanuts’ aroma
by gift of the sky
French Fries and burgers
and hot dogs for you
Make everybody
know just what to do
Oh, how I long for
the scent of Summer’s day