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Human nature
I’m a human, you’re a human
Can’t we all just be humane?
Why is it that we act poorly?
Or even blatantly insane?
We are getting worse than ever
Animalistic at its best
Time is mad at human nature
So she puts us to the test
All the lessons, all the teachings
The experience, the proof
Was in fain, it served no purpose
Wickedness goes through the roof
I’m a human, you’re a human
Whether different our race
Whether different our color
Whether different our face
What has happened to our glory?
What has happened to our crown?
Hear the sighs of our Creator
On his forehead a deep frown
At the start of our creation
We were honored, we were blessed
We were made to be the rulers
We were put higher than the rest
And below us were the creatures
This now sounds funny in retrospect
Please explain human behavior
When only we have intellect
Blessings have become a hazard
Most of them have been misused
And for that we thankless humans
Will for sure not be excused
Human nature is corrupted
And with time it worsens more
Keep holding on all you goodhearted
One day the Maker will restore.
Wendy Nipas
Hundreds of years ago, people come and go
And out of many occasions where people go
Life was not as plenty before as it is today.
Life then may be hard, but people don't forget to smile everyday.
One day when some people thought of praying and kneeling,
"What is the purpose of bowing or bending?"
Each week, one person from every family goes out and asks everybody around
Every person asked either nodded or said, "I don't know why? I'm just new here and playing around."
Nation as a whole continued playing, kneeling and praying, bowing and bending.
In time, people from every nation thought of something else.
Time and again people started to scare each other to prove that "boring life" is not everything else.
In the modern times, if you don't scare people, you don't care much.
So, scaring people is a sign of love...
if love or life is valued and respected.
How "Halloween" was coined? Think again... you will know the reason why!
To scare and to be scared can be therapeutic for cardiac exercise.
However, it is never intended to hurt, harm or demoralize people. It is a human behavior or habit for some, but was not designed in life
to promote enmity or instigate evil. It should be not be practised
to ignite chaos and never to build tension or heart attack.
(Prosebite)
Excise Exercise 1.
Today is the Day she prints out her poems-
a careful first time collation of black and white,
and every color to be seen, in between.
Her Heart clings to words of lost love. And hope.
Which scores are true keepers of internal Self?
In your face front page realities?
Or surreal back page fantasies?
Lies and faith in truth flesh out
skeletal details of a Homeless Heart
living below life on bye-bye ways. And high hi ways.
Out in the open. Vulnerable. Exposed.
Free to go. Free to disappear.
Free to reappear in any frame of mind
between cover, uncover, and undercover.
Finally getting lost...
To be fully found out.
Aqua Marine Pen Umbra Poetry.
26 January, 2024.
I had been working on the concept of "Penumbra" Poetry for a while. Penumbra is a term used to describe the coulour that blends light and shadow to give dimension. Human behavior is often judged "black and white", without adding discernment to deepen understanding. I deeply value those who express deep discernment, fellow feeling, and an acknowledgment of uniqueness, expressed in the creative Poetic minds, old and new, who come here. Thank you to those who read my poems. It is enough to be "seen and heard."
With Faith, Hope, Love. (And the greatest of these is Love.)
Changing Values
Time keep on changing without a stop,
Human behavior also keeps on rolling,
Without tiring like Time and Watch.
The Man who showed the world light and torches,
And were the leaders of yesterdays,
To-day they are called the politicians of changing thoughts.
They read less and teaches a lot,
Often without even understanding and following,
The principals of humanity and law of Torts.
They breathe for Money and their belief is Money,
Their aim to live on this earth is Money,
They live for money and they worship Money like God.
The time of those wonderful great leaders like Gandhi,
The time of those history maker’s great men like Lincoln,
May never be possible on this Earth.
As the time of selfless devotion for a cause,
As the time of showing the world a new path, now goes through,
The jungles of irremovable Money Grass, Money trees and Money rocks.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th August 2010.
The Monster, The Sociopath
The Monster will devour any one in its life to get what it wants. He lacks empathy and a good conscience through the implementation of his means to obtain his goal. The Monster will press buttons just to find a weakspot in a person's armor. He does this just to get his victom to respond out of character. The Monster motive behind this is to promote an image of his victom to others contrary to who that person is. The Monster will throw someone under the metaphorical bus just to get a laugh. He gets off on the scent of power and control over his victom. This Monster is also known as the Sociopath.
Anti-intellectualism may breed anti-curiosity.
Harsh reality can frustrate existential sternness.
They tied backlash against "mere" curiosity.
Yet, every human behavior has a purpose.
Conveying a full breakdown of all the key sights.
Tangling, multiplying tendrils sepia from white.
My character has changed significantly already.
Rhododendron in blooming; existentialist edgy
The moon pendulum is at its most vulnerable.
Strong, direct sunlight makes vivacity visible.
Recognizing oneself in the gaze of the Other.
Transtemporal throws ages in a shadow cover.
Romance, paraphyllium, and aurora snow,
harvest moon, opaline luster, and coral glow.
Eurasian plant calyxes with spicate bloom.
Five stars in the sky; a red glow in the gloom.
Wake up, mystery, and join me on Mars.
Latte, belt out a song that heals my scars.
Opal in black, a ruby for the crown gem,
Is that thunder? You infer my heart hem.
Is this a dream, upon a shimmering silver sky?
Antsy flow, a phantasmagoria of my avow mind.
Chimes in Venice, a piercing stare into my eye,
as though we've always been close, my kind.
Sparkle up the universe and unveil thyself.
Moon wake, I'm steering my rise from a shelf.
Who were we if not to serve the whole world?
How do we fathom where we'll be stirred?
The darkness shrouded the vision of man.
Scattering flies at dawn since they had begun.
We face the share of the world with blackness.
Having to push and shove away the darkness.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: December 18, 2022
This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem From
The Second Half Of 2022 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Do you know how I feel?
I want it to stop, leave me alone.
Please, please go away, why do you have to come?
Why do you have to invade my mind and intrude?
This is so hard, so tough!
I am going out of my mind when intrusive thoughts
set in, like wheels spinning round and round non-stop, incessantly.
Thoughts of human behavior, harmful behavior causing harm, havoc, pain.
I don’t have the answers to people’s sufferings,
to the unfairness in the world.
The truth is I struggle with intrusive thoughts, involuntary thoughts
that mindfulness, stillness, inner calm, prayers cannot control at all.
I feel helpless, screaming in silence,
while letting the thoughts spin and finally pass.
We have a friend who grew up in the house across the street
Laci is the name she goes by…
We watched her from the time she could walk
until the day she learned to fly.
I suppose if there is one wish we have for our children
all children everywhere…from New York to Singapore…
It’s not only that they learn to fly…
but one day…they will soar.
Laci made her way to the Alaska Raptor Center in Sitka
where she helps birds who are hurt and have forgotten how to fly
she nurses them back to health…then returns them to the sky.
It is Laci’s and the Alaska Raptor Center’s plan
to take in any bird that’s been injured…
whether in nature or by the hands of man
Eagles, owls, every bird regardless of their color, shape or size
who’ve been hurt or injured in any way
and nurse them back to health…then watch them fly away.
It’s amazing to see the pride written on their faces
as they watch birds they have cared for fly off to new and unknown spaces
When I think about Laci and the Raptor center…
sometimes I’m at a loss for words….
to describe my admiration for the ones who save the birds.
When I look around the world at human behavior…
often finding it absurd…
it makes me wish humans treated their fellow humans
the way Laci and her colleagues treat the birds
Think of how many of our children
would be soaring in the sky…
if we treated everyone like Laci and her colleagues do
in the place where eagles fly
( Nothing will be yours, no need to invoke your voiceless deity)
Many are the gods we can appease
with our lust, greed, and thievery;
there's one God who won't accept any or all of these:
let's invoke Him when faithfulness contests this falsity.
We are pathetic and unreliable humans
calling upon God whenever dark days
bring shadows to make us languish in agony,
in useless invocation to repair lost
amenities, not redeeming our guilt
with Him who can strengthen our weaknesses
and make of us the valorous soldiers
who pursue truth, faith, honor, and loyalty.
Human behavior is very bizarre and strange,
it seeks pleasure in banal things to avenge
absurd are the restrictions imposed upon us;
Satan is ready to attack us and bend our wills,
and should we obey him: he'll hand us all the riches,
all the pleasures except for the calamities that they cause...
why live under a satanic spell and not choose holiness?
Keep your body clean and make it a temple,
don't decorate it with tattoos and faces of horrifying creatures:
don't live life your way and drink bitter wine to a faceless muse.
Nothing will be yours, no need to invoke your voiceless deity:
no answer will be given, deafness was given to stones of man-made imagery;
they are at a standstill when a distraught soul questions their mystic theory:
use your shrewdness, it's a powerful tool to fight treachery.
Who is that brave and noble one I have heard so much about? I saw you standing right next to him in a newspaper report about him. Do you know his agenda, his intentions, and his mission? Where is he, from where did he ascend, and to where is he going? I have heard that he fears neither man nor beast, but has great respect for 'Laws'. Clouds of doom, fear, and gloom hang over our world. So take me to your leader.
I sense that the quest for unity of the 'citizens of the world' is abolishing 'Soveignties'. May our prayers ascend to heaven and may God free us from so many inequities, boiling pots of greed, overflowing pools of political corruption, debaucheries that permeate the atmosphere, and human behavior that's becoming too toxic for habitation. One sign of a good man is that he views constitutions and laws as instruments of sacredness. Evil men loathe laws, and perceiving them as restrictive, change or abolish them at will. I would be so honored to meet and dine with a good man or woman.
So please take me to your leader.
There is so much I need to know about him. So I hope that you have not been sworn to secrecy. He gives all appearance of a giant of a man who longs to be at peace. I have heard that he believes in freedom, justice, and prosperity for all. I have heard he's a good seed, has no greed, and cannot be bought or sold. I have heard that you are close to him, giving him counsel and godly wisdom. It is said of him that he bravely revisits history without becoming a revisionist. The future shall be paved with those who are unafraid of neither today nor yesterday. It seems our world is spent and spineless, and in such demand for true leadership. So take me to your leader.
You are a dear friend of mine, kind and true. So I beg of you, take me to your leader. He need not be grandiose or a wearer of haloes, nor superhuman or unusually charismatic. He need not raise the dead nor walk on water, but perhaps he knows the one who does. Perhaps his ears, eyes, and heart are opened to genuineness and tightly closed to hypocrisy. Perhaps he holds secrets whose revealing time has come, so please take me to your leader.
08042018PSContest, Take Me To Your Leader, Caren Krutsinger, 1stPl.