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My hot ice, my sprinter-Turtle, purple rose and my wife,
your creation puzzles nature as every cell in you gives comfort.
So cheerful you are, that your shadow has a dimple
you shed a tear and oxygen pulls down its jean
from your singing, the morning flower finds a cardigan
and that effortless smile of yours makes the moon find cover in a blanket.
So sophisticated, modern and divinely engineered,
your virtues have curbed our challenges to be temporary migrants
and have rendered the sparks of the city daughters wireless.
Your flesh at sight, makes an intending foreign kiss crash,
your beauty wins all contests,
far above the surrounding maidens hands down,
even without judges.
So industrious and intelligent,
you take a break and time is given a handkerchief
if you were the president,
Orphans will own grocery stores, rodents will build their own castles.
You danced in dust, yet the weather develops a good handwriting
you are happiness’ algorithm, Fortune’s ultimate charm
evident by a life on a non-stop green traffic light.
Your breath sustains a botanical garden
and your whispers come in a lovely accent.
The sun only illuminates, when it borrows your eyelashes
and on your sexiness, the Greek gods form a formidable cabinet.
You have been more than a helper and a partner to me
from the connection of our hearts, came the discovery of the internet.
Street lights have developed ears on account of our lovely gossips
all these make loving you, the best decision I’ve made in my life.
I’m blessed to have you grow with me to be the world’s most powerful couple.
Happy birthday to you my love, my life, my heartbeat and my wife.
When shall I ever be numbered with the wise?
who to words of wisdom and ideals give rise.
And by way of much learning and experience,
they handle situations with tact and prudence.
When shall I ever be numbered with the learned?
Who in arts and science are thoroughly schooled.
Ever acquiring degrees assiduously earned,
thus in mastery of knowledge they are never fooled.
When shall I ever be numbered with the valiant?
Who to a formidable foe is defiant.
Who like the mighty Julius Caesar came, saw
and conquered, despite being out numbered in war.
When shall I ever be numbered with the affluent?
Admired and coveted for style and glamour.
With choices and taste often governed by splendour,
with the demeanor of lords in language so fluent.
When shall I ever be numbered with the great?
who to great heights aspire regardless of fate.
Ever straining and striving with so much delay,
yet their ambitious spirits never know dismay.
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 9
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’
The beauty would then lose its charm,
Becoming fearful and most ugly,
And its attraction would then disappear,
From this beautiful Earth of super-creatures forever.
Cruelty would then destroy affection,
From human mind in fear,
Accomplishment would then leave me alone,
And would accept slavery of penance.
Loveliness would disappear then,
Destroying its charm and attraction,
Earth would then become formidable,
And would become dry and fearful forever.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 30th April 2012
To continue…….
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
Born to a mainland,
With several islands of its own,
Mantis is raised,
And martial arts skills are honed.
The Priests of Pama,
Are pacifists of the Kree empire,
They wipe Mantis of her memories,
After training her with passionate fire.
Mantis was sent to Earth,
To experience life,
Mate with the strongest,
And end the warring strife.
Mantis married a plant-like alien,
And a master of the mind,
A Cotati who inhabited the Swordsman,
Her former lover, with which she allied.
Their marriage and mating,
Allowed her to give birth to her son,
The Star Child.
Thus, the life of the Celestial Messiah had begun.
Mantis, a formidable woman,
Who can fell Captain America and Thor,
Grandmaster Martial Artist,
Knows what pressure points to use in war.
She feels deeply,
And can hear many thoughts.
Speaker to many,
Expert communicator and connector of dots.
She psychically speaks with trees and plants,
Like Guardian Groot,
Appealing to the infinite plant wisdom,
To help missions bear better fruit.
Mantis can project herself,
To places far, far, away,
To make herself a compatible body shell,
And set the team up for a better stay.
Smart Strong Women Rule!
Women wear many hats.
Beware when they are protecting their young,
Especially when they are versed in martial arts spats.
A hero, a woman,
A fighter, a friend,
A mother, a lover,
Like all women, a powerful blend.
BUSH CAT KILLERS
Lions hunt anything,
They hunt all the while,
They approach their prey,
With incredible guile.
Their plan is strategy,
When they attack,
And like a squadron of
Soldiers surround their
Prey in a pack.
Lions have a reliable nose,
And with their sharp hearing,
This leads to a kill,
And the whole pride
Will enjoy their fill.
Their young are taught to stalk
With co-ordinated precision,
And together one day,
Will form a formidable coalition.
Their stealth and power,
Is a fearsome might,
They have spotted their,
Their kill,
And execute at their will,
Under the cover of night!
Often, opportunity
Knocks at their door,
As an old exhausted
Elephant falls at their feet,
On a stony river bank floor,
And provides an abundance
Of food, attracting drifters,
Like a crocodile!
Lion and crocodile stick to their
Boundaries In an uneasy truce,
Until the territorial
Hippos appear
And come near,
And the Lions then run,
Churning river sand loose!
They leave the elephant carcass
In the lost and found,
Swiftly running for
Higher ground!
It’s time for them to not
Be a hero,
As one hippo bite,
Can zip them to zero!
Sergeant Major O'Malley, Seventh Cavalry, had served nigh on three decades.
He rose through the ranks havin' served in squads, companies and brigades.
Second lieutenants were nuisances and he treated them as if they didn't exist!
He took recalcitrant lads behind the barracks to administer discipline with his fist!
You'd better have your horse and tack lookin' keen for Saturday mornin' parades,
Or Sergeant Major O'Malley would sear the ozone with his thunderin' tirades!
He'd escort you to the stables to shovel manure if you ever mistreated a horse!
Sergeant Major O'Malley's colorful lingo left one with a feelin' of remorse!
He had absolutely no patience with the foibles of raw and bumblin' recruits.
Lord have mercy on the hapless lad who failed to shine his saber and his boots!
Should a trooper snooze in the saddle when escortin' the colonel's stage,
Sergeant Major O'Malley would stomp and rave unleashin' a towerin' rage!
At the break of dawn when reveille sounded, he'd burst through the barracks door,
Yellin' "Up and at 'em me lads! Outta them bunks! What am I a-payin' ye for!
Ye sorry excuses fer sojers! Hie to the stables! Them hosses needs oats and hay!
And when that's done, git back here to eat yer grub and scrub this filthy bay!"
Things were different when he dismounted his horse and entered his house!
The one who gave orders and 'wore the stripes' at home was his formidable spouse!
He meekly responded to her constant commands with a resigned, "Yes, my dear."
"Taps" was a welcome sound at close of day in Sergeant Major O'Malley's ear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
Girl woman mother master wonderful mind
Extraordinary figure of daring revolutionary aesthetics
Poetess Sensitive Verse Soft Heart Gold
Intuitive Sensitive Poetic Flower Fountain Adventure
impressive resembling Silky Smooth Eagle sage
immense soul radiant poet universal heart
large-scale poet strain mate plus
Faithful squire love poet deep verve
Formidable poetic glow universal friend stars
Loving heart poetess amiable sincere friendship.
Sowing falsehood visions entrapment needs revision;
So encompassing are the pictures in the windows;
Some may find that it treason:
Blatant sufferings without reasons;
I stand at apartheid;
Without reasoning fermentable judgment borrowed time;
All this comes to mine;
Shall I acquire by;
In whom shall will I rely;
Trapped in the situation pictures on the wall;
Formidable enemy all but to call;
He's here and he's ready to install;
Awaiting the fall;
Pictures in the window genocide
Visions entrapment who's on my side;
I'm in genocide..
2/26/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Oh Angelique my dear I remember you so well
The years have passed so fast and all too soon,
A particular incident that got out of hand, will now re-tell,
A day that went askew like air escaping a hot air balloon.
Jenny’s Travel in its hey-day, was held in esteem
Good clients spoke about us, to more than a few,
My mom joined me, we became a formidable team,
Took many clients to lunch, one of these I still rue!
I was far younger then, client my mom’s age,
She came with a partner, Angelique was one of our best,
My aunt knew Angelique she could be fun, the stage
Was set, we stupidly invited Aunty Maria the pesky pest!
Angelique introduced her companion John to us three,
My aunt well known for putting her foot in it,
Mom, and beetroot red me, well we had to agree,
Things looked odd, but what was next said, was bad I admit.
My Aunt Maria spoke with a heavy accented Greek tone,
Said she, you must have had John when you were young
Do you know he looks like you, I should have known,
He’s my boyfriend, Angelique said, watch your tongue!
Maria I quickly interrupted, it is half past one, you told
Me you had a doctors appointment, you’d better leave on the double
Or you’ll miss it, she understood that she was out of line and bold,
Guests got a tad bit drunk, we called a taxi, what a horrible muddle.
All was forgotten by the next sunny morn,
Angelique called, John enjoyed lunch, she thanked us,
Our business relationship steadfast and strong,
A storm in a teacup, finally free of stress and fuss.