Long Follower Poems

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Poetic Justice

I look inside you
I step inside then
Well, well, look what I find here

Is this place Hell 
Where my steps have led me
She calls me the Devil
Well that sounds just like him

Comteplations of direct hits
Night Marches regardless
If I’m the Archer or the target
Your still a part of
The weapons aimed in my direction

Shells, Shields, Force fields
Special Forces
Black opts, Black Hawks
Solid truths in soft words
Infrared, GPS, global positional satellites  
Inferred here, I’m speaking from the third person

a glutton for punishment, a fly in the ointment 
there are no flies on somebody
I’m Dynamic, I’m a driving force
I’m vigorous, full of energy, poetically spoken I got a purpose
Poetic Justice
Poet Destroyer
I tell you in Latin, I’m Acinonyx jubatus
Imma Cheetah
My words travel faster than a Leopard 
I ain't no follower, I ain't no lemming 
A Legend lends itself to something
Legitimately speaking

“To the system, I speak into the Universe
In the light years I splash and play in”
Form: Concrete


Dance With Me

They sit on the thrones..
Yes, they sit higher than God,
But call themselves servants..
Of whom?
Ego or obsession?
Or some kind of mental sickness?...
They proclaimed themselves leaders.
But good followers, they never could be.
'Little knowledge is dangerous...' it's been said.
Sure, they are a danger to the human race.
They are the very roots of sufferings and pains.
Their blind faith upon thyself is masked as fervent worshippers of the great one.
Who's the great, is it not around us, among us?
But none can be greater than the life gifted to each and every one...
Wake up human fellows, question these rulers...these guardians..these dark Angels..
At every point of your life..
It's like hide and seek...if you discover my hideouts, you catch me.
Come on, look for me..know who I am
And what I am...
I know the rule of the game... 
Once denounced you will know me, as I come out of my self made hideouts and masquerades..
Till then bad luck I will lead the game... 
I hold your nose..check!
Dance with me, say what I say, do what I do.
You cannot lead yourself...you are a follower..
Or you're ME..??????

© Sunita U D Palawon (monologue)

Premium Member Buddha and the serial killer

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                   “Who is
                 Wandering
                Over There?
               Stop at once”
                He accosted
                   Buddha.
           He was a serial killer.
      Buddha had just come out
    From his Bodhisatva Samadhi
  Weak, hungry, could barely walk
 He was traversing the forest alone 
All his friends, disciples had left him
He had no one to share his realization 
He was walking to  Sarnath to meet up
He expected his fellows  to be out there
The path was through a   deep forest
Territory of a serial killer:  Angulimala
Angulimala wore a garland- of fingers
As a trophy, of his slain victims
Buddha was to be his next target
The One thousandth victim of bandit
 “ Who goes wandering there? Stop”
      Buddha’s  iconic  response 
       It changed a civilization -
       Words of  Jnani  Buddha:
     “ I am still; it is you who is wandering”
        There was something 
         In that voice. Truth
         Compassion wisdom 
          It pierced the soul of the bandit
          Karma extinguished
          He fell at his feet 
         Angulimala transformed
            The serial killer
             Thus became
              Buddha’s first
              Follower disciple
              The Kings 
               and Nobles
                  They
               came later.
Form: Concrete

Never again

Never again 
Run away from danger 
Oh you man of value 
Listen to the call of nature 
It holds a destiny for everyone 
It will show you the way out 
From a Trapped world 
Hold on to your pains 
Keep your light on 
Remember 
No one is coming to save you 
From a dying world 
So run away from your negativity 
Oh man of dignity 
Listen to the call of nature 
It has a message for humanity 



Never again 
Should I run 
Should I walk 
Should I crawl 
Should I pray 
I know if I seek I will found 
So should I write 
Should I sing 
Should I fight 
Should I speak 
Should I be silent 
Should I be brave 
Should I be courageous 
I know am a human I have a life to live 
So should I be a sheep 
Should I be a mere follower 
Should I be truthful 
Should I lie just to gain 
Should I love 
Should I care 
Should I rise or should I fall 
Should I ride my world or die for nothing 
Should I live only  just to be alive 
I know the essence of life is beyond just to be alive 
So should I be myself and say 
Never again
Form: Epic

Premium Member For You Are the Only Godly Man For Her Embrace-

He wasn't much of a man
And yet it's still she held him ever so tightly
She felt she could trust him
Because he was a follower of God
~
Non burdensome
Yet rejected but he wouldn't let himself down
Why you living here on the ground
He worshiped a mighty mighty God~
~
Getting still he had no one
No one to call his own
He walked the streets alone
Just him worshiping alone
~
You found him brooding
Just void of delusion
I I miss the conclusion
I love for his self has always been a delusion
~
And then he came
And there you were
God's daughter
And you can't wait
You came a long long way for his righteous embrace

For you are the only man for her embrace

13/19/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021


Patradoot Or the Messenger 34 /Many

Patradoot or the Messenger     34/Many……….

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



Like a naughty girl, she acts in many ways, dear letter,
To attract our attention by laughing or even weeping,
And often she gets angry on us still she wins our hearts,
When she sings her broken melodies, while sweetly mumbling.

As a lovely doll, she attracts and wins,
Everyone’s attention and heart, dear,
Remembrance of her sweet face,
Has made my heart so heavy, 

As a newly come-up charming bud, 
She is dearer to us than our life, dear letter.
She is even a darling of all the plants, 
Trees, creepers and flowers of our garden, dear.

When the memories of her dear father, 
Would be splashing in her tender heart, dear letter,
She would be going amid the plants and trees,
To distract the memory of her father, dear.

She is the hope and strength of her mother,
When I am away for freedom struggle or in jail,
In the lovely face of my daughter, you would find,
An image of her father, dear letter.

By the time you will get acquainted,
With this lovely child of us and of nature,
You would recollect immediately, dear letter,
My message you have to convey to my beloved.

Ravindra

Kanpur India  3rd Sept 2010                     continue in 35..

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

Premium Member My God, Thank You For Bidding Me To Your Kingdom

September 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Zephaniah 1-3

Key Verse – Zephaniah 2:3 Seek ye the LORD, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought his judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness: it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the LORD'S anger.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BIDDING ME TO YOUR KINGDOM

Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of everlasting victory
Being Your child because of Your Gospel story
So grateful am I to possess Your promised land territory…
Help me exalt You always as I praise Your marvelous glory.

Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of awesome magnificence
Being Your worshipper because of Your mercy’s essence
So blessed am I to stay in Your assured presence…
Help me pray to You always as I seek Your answer’s incense.

Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of great perfection
Being Your believer because of Your justification
So privileged am I to experience Your regeneration toward my transformation…
Help me serve You always as I learn from Your wise instruction.

Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of shining holiness
Being Your saint because of Your imputed righteousness
So humbled am I to own Your redemption-fullness…
Help me live for You always as I radiate Your scriptural joyfulness.

Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of heavenly investment
Being Your heir because of Your divine nature-endowment
So glad am I to receive Your covenant-commitment…
Help me please You always as I obey Your wondrous commandment.

Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of powerful might
Being Your follower because of Your biblical light
So fortunate am I to have Your kindness-delight…
Help me draw near You always as I progress along Your direction-height.

Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of sovereign leadership
Being Your steward because of Your offered partnership
So elated am I to abide in Your workmanship-fellowship…
Help me glorify You always as I cherish Your eternal friendship.

September 3, 2022
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In the deep shadow of the dark evening

In the deep shadow of the dark evening,
With twilight wings like ethereal poems,
I remember him, my last partner,
A traveler in the labyrinth of thoughts, both dark and bright.

He was an oracle of knowledge, an alchemist of the mind,
Feeding the flames in my heart with the essence of cosmic mysteries,
But he was blind to the whispers of birds singing softly,
And to the dance of waves tenderly embracing the shore.

With each sunrise, our world unfolded in mysteries,
While he, a prisoner of his own illusions,
Lost his way in the labyrinth of ephemeral delusions,
That's why we were forced to part ways.

I gave him a chance to discover the sacred lights,
But he remained enveloped in the deep shadows of ignorance,
Like a follower of darkness, falsely shining in the night,
Refusing to feel the magic of my tenderness as a prayer.

So, in silence and with pain in my heart, I opened the door,
Determined not to travel the dark paths of illusion anymore,
Not to wander among the lost symbols of mystery,
But to ascend together towards the divine light of love.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Holy Cow, Oven Nation Gone Fowl One Cluck

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•.?*... ...*?.• •*.

these myopic ocular orbs pine 
   for an attractive gal to be adored
far eye got the near rest insight 
   per a magic bullet if jew r bored
undue flattering praises 

   might induce her 2 c come floored
perhaps without any family, friends, relatives...
   or if religious ye kin pray to da lord
unless ya r moored

den let dis senor you ken ease 
   (doll ling) any troubles 
   like egg nog gently poured
and unable to move, 
   or...mebbe trapped by 

   a white striped tiger who roared
cornered in a spit of jumbled 
   feeble woodland where 
   a retinue of wild animals stored
analogously tube he ying 
   closeted in a mental ward.

not that ye care one whit
boot ta many approximately 
   72.57 cheesy full moons ago   
when me younger days alive
i lived at pennfield manor 

where the stern rebuke from robin kratz
   faulted disgusting messiness
   and angered water bugs 
   who marched against getting evicted

(where spouse twas 
   one chaotic rabid follower of entropy
   and adherent of utter disorderliness
   if  such band name of aforementioned 
   the audience would wave meat cleavers 
   and as tokens of appreciation,

Premium Member My God, Thank You For Appointing Me To Obtain Salvation

November 23 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Thessalonians 4-5

Key Verse – 1Thessalonians 5:9 For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR APPOINTING ME TO OBTAIN SALVATION

Thank You for appointing me to obtain salvation by Your grace
Surely forgiving me from my sin-caused carnal case
Of grievous transgression-trace…
Now, I’m Your beloved child for heavenly pace.

Thank You for appointing me to obtain salvation by Your compassion
Surely rescuing me from my helpless situation
Of hell-bound sentence-condition…
Now, I’m Your redeemed heir for holy perfection.

Thank You for appointing me to obtain salvation by Your mercy 
Surely propelling me from my hopeless persistency
Of foolish skepticism-policy…
Now, I’m Your sanctified saint for prayer-upheld fervency.

Thank You for appointing me to obtain salvation by Your goodness 
Surely cleansing me from my proud self-righteousness 
Of arrogant achievement-haughtiness…
Now, I’m Your called servant for blessed faithfulness.

Thank You for appointing me to obtain salvation by Your workmanship 
Surely disciplining me from my rebellious followership
Of hypocritical ministry-partnership…
Now, I’m Your enriched steward for grateful worship.

Thank You for appointing me to obtain salvation by Your plan 
Surely driving me from my perilous “I can”
Of personal ability-span…
Now, I’m Your secured believer for biblical scan.

Thank You for appointing me to obtain salvation by Your sovereignty 
Surely pulling me from my worthless humanity
Of miserable worldliness-vanity…
Now, I’m Your faith-propped follower for fruitful spirituality.

November 23, 2022
Form: Rhyme

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