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When I was young with so few cares and little if any responsibilities; when life for me was simple as parents cared and looked out for me;
when playing ball, or shooting marbles, or rolling tires, were my highest priorities; when misbehaving was against the rule, but being good wasn't the easiest thing to be.
When I hoped for equality when no kids my age would have to labor in the hot sun working hard in the fields 10 hours per day beginning at 6 in the morning. And my next best hope was when I hoped that it would rain a lot to keep us kids from working in the fields; when I hoped that it would snow or the roads got icy to keep us out of school. When I hoped that daddy would never catch my brother and me fighting, because both of us would be punished due to the fact that with daddy it never mattered who was bigger or smaller, older or younger, weaker or stronger, right or wrong. When I hoped that time would catch hold of something really fast and make me grown, because although there was no place like home, I wanted to be gone and make a better one.
When all these hopes and wishes kept piling up inside of me; in time, little by little, they started to become reality at the pace of snails. These hopes and dreams and wishes and longings were and are inside of me with more added each day; and I believe that hope is a longing and aspiration born in heaven, not on the earth. Hope is a 'God Thing' carved within us as an anchor to our souls.
I believe that one is lost without hope, because there is no substitute for hope. I believe that hope is plentiful and needs neither measurements nor calculations for its reality. I believe that there is always enough hope to go around so no one needs to be void of it. There's hope for me and for you. There's hope against hope and hope for the hopeless. May we never stop seeking and searching, knocking and praying, believing and hoping.
11132017 PS Contest, Choose Your Topic: Hope, Russel Sivey; I chose the topic of 'Hope'
How do you know when it's time to let go?
Should you call it a day, with nothing to show?
The love that you felt is still burning within.
Its flame flickers brightly, not wanting to end.
When only one heart is feeling that glow
You know that in time the other will go...
For no matter how much or how deeply you care,
You can't force a heart to stay with you there.
There…in that place where a fairy tale dwells,
Where fairy godmothers still cast lovers' spells,
Once upon a time two hearts were as one
And the love deep inside shone as bright as the sun.
But as time passes by, it seems some things change,
What once seemed so beautiful now seems so strange!
One moment you look in his eyes and you see,
Happily ever after is not meant to be.
What is it that makes only one heart feel love?
You look for the answer from God up above.
You hope against hope that an answer you'll hear,
But no answer is coming, just sadness and fear.
A part of you already knows it's the end,
But your heart and your mind just don't comprehend
How something so wonderful just fades away,
Like the colors of sunset in each passing day.
The dawn of each day brought a smile to my face,
By waking each morn to my lover's embrace.
Our two hearts once hoped that true love had begun,
But what good is love that is just felt by one?
Would I want him to stay with me, though in the end
He'd never be happy, you can't just pretend
To love someone when the feeling's not there.
So the answer is NO; and you try to prepare
For what you now know is going to be…
Sooner or later you must set him free.
You try to hold on to the love that you knew
But it slips through your fingers, so what can you do?
They say there are some things just not meant to be,
And in time we will know what our hearts couldn't see.
You beg, you plead, you curse, then… you cry.
But the only real answer is always GOODBYE.
I am feeling distressed by my feelings of late,
There are people I love who seem poisoned by hate,
People I know are smart, willful Science deniers,
Call truth (they don't want to hear), "fake news" at best,
Set themselves up as experts and social outliers,
Deny any voice that’s outside 'comfort test,'
Hear them TRUMPet, 'right,' 'wrong' is in fact just “world view,”
And if you don’t agree then you’re missing a screw!
It’s deniers of 'Truth' I find saddens me most,
For this simple act puts human mind into 'coast,'
It seems slippery slope, anarchistic descent where
Discussions aren’t possible, good will’s intent
Largely absent, when logic itself is a fool’s dare!
They've one social grace that says “I am content
And I don't see a need to put my mind in play
For I ‘know’ in advance, you have nothing to say!”
I’ve one science trained friend who claims climate news fake
(When predictions reveal that an answer’s mistake!)
But the truth is results like this make Science better,
Best Science, a model, that’s always refined!
Duped Republicans claim to know truth to the letter,
A lemming like flock all in love with group mind!
But the problem for them they refuse to decry,
If THEIR FAITH is misplaced, we can kiss ass goodbye!
If one Science trained man is so foolish as this,
Can the unblessed be blamed if they hope Trump brings bliss?
The desire for simplicity makes men hate others,
While groveling pitch tents in camps of the rich,
They deny FATHER’S FAITH that says “All men are brothers!”
And hope against hope they can scratch Donald’s itch!
It seems clear that most men do the best that THEY can,
Just to Hell with their children and future of man!
Long Tooth
August 11, 2017
The art of talking
If you want to talk
And in the process want to learn the art of talking
Then you are requested to sit down beside me
One more request to you
Please do not take me as sage
I will not take you either
Sages are all known people
If they are not fool then they are misinformed about all things
They are confident enough on what concerns about life
Because they misunderstand a lot
Precondition of our talk is we will not misunderstand each other
Let alone life
Our talk will continue
And under no circumstances our views will ever merge
Like the tracks of railways they will be parallel
And like trains they will move fast
During talks if you able to correct me what i
Believe is wrong with evidence
I will not hesitate to salute you and
And without showing arrogance immediately I will change
As changing is permanent and
Change does not harm any one of us
And hope, you will not harm yourself either
With self cheating and self deception
And get defeat to ignorance
Ignorance is our worst enemy lets shoot at it.
Poetry can be written in the ways
You wish to any one by or with
Fixed are no rules though imagery is one
Yet he dullard experts say
But if you can go without them or violating the proscription
Special credit will be found waiting for your creation
Except some understudied none will doubt.
Reverse is the case with a song
Sing it with your deepest sadness
At the end you are bound to get the highest kind of delight.
Take care with no stopping of my blessing
But I have to stop as I need now to go
Hope against hope I wish we would meet soon.
SOWING A SEED THAT LIVES FOREVER
Just as a dry seed dropped on the ground sprouts forth new life so is hope against hope for every one out there living on the water-less grounds day dreaming about their fate and embracing promises that they themselves can on no account make.
The road we are walking will as well be walked by our sons and daughters even after we have left. The only preliminary prerequisite that will give them a precise guide lies in the legacy we craft and this is dependent of headship the code of gentle gentlemen.
Good leaders are servant leaders who live indelible red marks of integrity by serving among their subordinates to make successors just like them and not like their counterparts who tally in making more subjects, call them followers.
Noting laudable of which leaders are both born and made though all are subject to training for preparation into potential best – elements of change. However blessed one may be they must undergo the stages of humanity just like nature approves of it that for a child to grow up into a young adult they must first crawl and so are leaders. They must be taught by the elderly experienced persons from whom they glean knowledge on how to begin other stories from the end of one but of the same kind.
Old dogs don’t learn no new tricks mellifluously go the old school slogan, so it is higher time we started influencing others as is the vivid definition of leadership at this tender moment of renaissance of our undying tomorrow since it is never too late the hero.
We are all leaders and that we shall remain…
(for Manoranjan Byapari, a rickshaw puller who writes Bangla novels, stories and autobiography)
--Jaydeep Sarangi
You may dismiss all I record here
Stop! Please don’t ignore them as junk...
Here it goes....Hope you hear me....
You will hear me one day, sure!
You can never hide your face, Priyotosh.
We’ll get you in streets and lanes
Of this incredible city of joy.
Long struggles
demystified Byapari of false tags
of the caste-ridden society
beauty in the working class,
cooperation among the have-nots,
humanism among rebels,
simplicity among outcastes.
Byapari drinks them all.....
he salvages various concepts
from the hasty derogatory labels of the privileged,
and makes the understanding concepts
more complete and realistic.
We remain
as hands folded in inaction;
prisoners outside jail.
Lectures move electorate in a civil society
Justice cries in a caged cell.
Byapari writes a new history
as Shankha Ghosh recommends
his books for Bangla readers,
only Hope against Hope.
Artists are legislators of the world!
let there be enough crackers to celebrate
it further
under an alien sky.
There is hardly anything ‘complete in completeness’.
(Shankha Ghosh is a Bengali Indian poet and critic.He released Byapari’s book, “Amanushik” and spoke for Manoranjan Byapari on the 27th August,2013 in an evening gathering in Kolkata)
With a huge geometry of bones and ribs
my father stands amidst us,
like an age-old iron pillar,
high durable, tensile and unbrittle
he is, the lonesome cantilever.
Though I know not,
perhaps he could be in immense pain,
or suffering from his terrible wounds;
but neither I feel nor touch
as I fear;
may be I his last crutch
or be the solve of sandal paste
on this body for ever.
Though I know nothing,
perhaps, for the sake of ‘oil and salt’ world;
he’d be even ready
to sleep on the bed of thousand arrows
and at the same time
he hides every sensitive worldly elements
within him, as far as
a star fish does every time
when it comes across a danger.
And always, I cannot move over
to his world of desires,
it’s the same show
the same grief
day after day.
The foot prints of his journey through life
are not lost in the sand storms of poverty
and in my mind as well.
Like the third bank of ever flowing river
Like a lonely Oar of way lost solitary boat
Like a distant star in the dark sky
Like a defiant soldier in battlefield
My father-
with dry tears and black blood
in his toil and lethal hands
continues his combat fight
against treacherous time
and treadle fate.
And with a twingle of hope against hope,
I feel every odds of life
and promise to myself a thousand times
‘I can be a nearby dawn
to remove the everlasting dark night’,
as my thoughts don’t go
with the distanced sun.
The game it starts with the drop of a two
At 6PM sharp with the whole [CENSORED] crew.
The cards will be dealt in a random way,
But yet we all know by the end of the day,
We will all experience the same routine,
Peter shouts [CENSORED]
and Randy drops the queen.
Mike is a good-natured talker and sly.
He tells us of his plans and why,
But at just the right time, Randy queues Tom Waits;
Now Mike loses stride, and he’s in dire straits.
So, luckily this time, fate will intervene,
and Peter won’t shout [CENSORED]
as Randy drops the queen.
Peter's game is calculated and smart.
His intelligence is off the chart,
But corporations fund the other guys’ cards,
As his well-made plan falls into shards,
And now, we are all treated to the usual scene,
and Peter shouts [CENSORED]
as Randy drops the queen.
Dave’s sits quietly hope against hope,
But the fact quite simply is that he’s a dope.
He moans that he will lose yet one more game,
And once again he’ll hang his head in shame.
Yet, he hopes he’ll hear those words, obscene
as Peter shouts [CENSORED]
and Randy drops the queen.
Randy shrewdly plays each and every card.
We who have faced him, are we who are scarred.
He knows exactly what will happen.
Never does his attention slacken,
And then just like a well-oiled machine,
Peter shouts [CENSORED]
as Randy drops the queen.
Attentively you watch me
for an actual concrete sign
That hope against hope it won't
With your new fear align
Is it truly over
has she given up the fight
You show up where I say I will be
watch from the shadows of night
More proof you never bothered to know me
Your measuring by what you'd select
Unloyal, unfaithful,not given to respect
It boggles your mind another way I conscientiously choose to elect
I see you poorly dealing with what your
Your own hands have wrought
You sense disconnection fear
Coming rejection more than you feared getting caught
The only concern as you carelessly
Set this whole nightmare in motion
Playing at length with another's heart
Without love,with no whiff of devotion
Full circle you drew cause it's all about you
and immediate gratification
When you play you must pay and it seems it's payday
for your regular fidelity vacation
You thought it was over
When you walked away
It seems that your lover
had something to (the old ball and chain)left to say
I knew the moment I
answered the door
Saw the determined face
Of your recent scorned whore
Knew she came not
As the bearer of good news
Maybe you kids can
Still work this thing out
Know I've not a dog
In this race theres no doubt
So don't let me stand in your way
LOST AND FOUND
Our craft are but
Two dust specks to reach
Into trackless black void
Almost out of energy
Almost out of hope, each
Directionless in the vacuous space
Where? Where are you?
Limitless loneliness to port
Endless emptiness to starboard
Below the darkness of hell
Above only empty heavens.
No guide, no pilot to show the way
To hope against hope.
Two specks of dust in the cosmos
Drifting endlessly.
No star to steer by
No sign ahead, no track behind
Each alone and helpless
Where? Where are you?
God will not help it seems
Lost in this hell of emptiness.
Is that your signal light ahead of me
A tiny speck in the far distance
Fifty light years ahead -
Among all the stars,
Temporary beacons,
Some long dead, some only ghosts?
Where are you? Where are you?
Closer and closer -
Is it another false flickering light,
Another illusion of harbour?
A trick to wreck my craft?
Another maelstrom to sicken me?
Closer it comes, maybe….
This is no star, but a planet,
A wanderer like me
With a brighter, steadier light
Yes, a signal of recognition
Found against all the odds:
A smile, a wave -
At last - it’s you.