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What does she see in this tour path puddle?
It is her mother's longing lucid dream.
Shimmering shadows that are so subtle,
fading liberty hopes, that she has seen.
An aspiration of just what might be
openly revealed on a brick walkway.
A watery wish this lone child can see
sparking a lifelong quest for her today.
She surely has the right to liberty
even blind bigots can't deny her that.
Diverse people strive for their dignity
yet may fall prey to cruel caveat.
Traipsing timidly through these near narrows
remember rainbows can't cast dark shadows.
Sonnet 97 words 14 lines 12/22
Color pencil illustration by G. Gaul
Independence Hall, Philadelphia, PA USA
pictured in the puddle. Imaginary future
image of the young girl who is looking,
appears in front of Independence Hall.
Twisting up my body emboldened
Hyping my spirit to Planet 9
Thrusting gently my soul to an off beat
Jerking up my feet in no fete
Throwing hands in the air
Moving my carcass to an unheard hurly-burly
Heaping up dance on my hips
Humming to a tune of no name
Shaking ones head like an Agama.
Until my Fibula was aching
I became hyper-active
For what, I queried myself?
For a dance of no tune
Indeed a Fandango only of the Spaniard.
This time in Samonda, Ibadan.
In my quest to situate the 46 years
Independence Anniversary of Nigeria.
We are dancing to no tune in particular.
Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed
Gliding knife grease fixed current kestrels
Impotent motor pendulums drowsy matelot
Vacating tranquillity served seas slow
Exoteric tampers spatula flat vapid vessel
Crusading armada cruise aquatic canyon
Rigid crucifix mast meanders evangelical
Illusive land sinks split quills, sodalite inkwell
Top-gallant swallowed, whale snack plankton
Inert surrender line honours, hundred strong
Quelled by existence Earth centric
Universe of solar centre offensive
Encourages complacent latent symposium
Rigging ties tradition to methods regaled
Order drifts on brittle fine line filament
Oceanic only planet confirms familiar
Moribund remains phobic, slick oil sailed
18th February
Fear of Anarchy
GAPS GIVE CRITIQUE ROOM
Pride, one thing they taught us in south
With everything we do all way the cooking
No wonder everyone wants live taste of tradition
Passed down generations it make mouth's water
The morals of man strongly respected
Southern pride, where your word is bond
And people are laid back and different
We believe in whooping that ass if needed
Working sun up, sun down the farms needed tend
Country way of life without big city living
Staying free do not disgrace my flag
It's not a racist thing but of honor I stand
To myself as I do my country it not touch ground
Racism isn't color thing, hatred of fellow man
Southern pride, last name was one's integrity
It's milk gravy/biscuits, grits on the griddle, sweet tea
Knowing a man's worth by his teachings
Standing tall in ourselves, where we come from
Its southern thing, pride of Carolina's I'm from
Where justice once ruled, independence was fought
But truth, liberty, freedom fall to grace of man
Let not die past, prosper our experience
Southern pride, to old know any better
To young give a dump about your feelings
Straight up!!!
Iv been married nearly 8 years
There's been lots of laughter and a few tears
My husband has seen the worst of me
The best of me, I'm not sure I let free
He reads my poems, tears in his eyes
He reads through everything I try to hide
He says they sound like I'm all alone
But his love means more than I can ever show
Iv been conditioned not to share my feelings
Scared the truth would make him leave me
But he told me today thats not the case
That a marriage with secrets is not our fate
The problem is iv never felt this way
Angry or sad both to outweigh
Heartbroken in love many times before
Heartbroken by family hurts so much more
Iv kept everything inside for too long
I need to tell him I'm not that strong
I'm scared that if my barriers fall
His love for me will be no more
How can I tell him how broken I am
That my "strong independence" is all a scam
I know with him I can be the real me
But there lies the problem, I hate who I see
She did that, she wore me down
Never built me up, made me the clown
Never made to feel pretty, it was the outside that mattered
How can he love me when my hearts in shatters
I know he's scared, I see it on his face
I cant add on him my fall from grace
But I need him to know, I love him dear
And that losing him is my biggest fear
When he reads my verses I want him to see
That all I hide is how I hate to be me
I know I am surrounded by love, he is my home
But feelings are easier when written in a poem
I love this man with all my heart
But im scared to show him my mind is so dark
Who would want to love someone so damaged?
But I'll tell him the truth to save our marriage
In sickness and health, till death do us part
The vows we took forever in heart
So maybe I will let him see today,
The real me as I know he will stay
I'm not alone and I know I'm loved
I trust him not to break my heart
The best part of me is him
Together forever, through thick and thin
I hope he still loves me now iv let him in....
I don’t do all I am told, questions I always ask.
If I do, my friends take me to task.
Not me, I, in independence, do bask!
I do mean those in your face with a bang!
These are the "must-do" gang.
Out to shame and scare women with constant
harangues!
They are outer-directed, I am not!
They cannot stand inner-directed thoughts.
So they bring their arrogant friends over to
comment ,like bullies and macho-snots!
Especially to women poets here.
Wow, they push them around.
To be sure not to respect my words.
but make me out to be a clown?
There's nothing I can do about that.
She bought their bullying,
Stop reading me, and that's that.
I learned decades ago about macho
men like these.
Empty headed zealots, forcing women
unsuspecting poets onto their knees.
From Mount Olympus they have come!
They are big names here, fooled you all
to think they are God’s only sons.
I shirk when their faces are on the screen.
For me, they are monsters from Halloween.
Their treat is humiliating women.
In the Ocean, far off, I wish they were
swimmin’!
Proud nobodies they are!
Looking for susceptible women poets
to own.
Which they do, kept locked in their
poetic hearts, which is made of nails
not gold.
They have snookered the men, here
too!
Who shine their shoes and need them,
like an alcoholic needs booze!!
7/25/2021
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Patradoot or The Messenger 39 /50
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor
Originally written in Hindi by my
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
When in the nectar pond of her mouth,
My kiss use to take breathe, dear,
Even the pride of the beauties of heaven,
Seems faded before her charms, dear letter
When during her extreme laughs and passions,
The rows of her pearl like teeth appeared,
They use to wave like necklace of pearl,
In the red shines of her lovely lips, dear letter.
The round mark of her forehead used to disappear,
Whenever her face shined with luster dear,
Also during our love making,
When pride ever came in her mind, dear letter.
Such lovely face, of the moonfaced my beloved,
You would find without a smile dear letter,
The face that never bent in self respect,
You will find plight full, dear letter.
Her limbs which she used to keep covered,
With the softness and colors of beautiful silk sarees,
You would find them covered now with,
Coarse cotton Khadi colorless sarees, dear letter.
Seeing her motherland in miseries,
And her people unfed and uncovered,
She must be wearing that coarse clothes,
On her tender body in sympathy of her people,
Ravindra
Kanpur India 013th Sept 2010 continues in 40
Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
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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.
My country is under a siege
That's why I write a dirge
My country is falling apart
'cause her leaders have taken the wrong path
The land is full of greed
Remember, That's not what we agreed
Masses continually wallow in pain
Yet our cries is often in vain
Nigeria is another old today
Then it's falling away
The youths they refused to give the way
The old have refused to call it a day
While they have ship in the deep
And , masses continually killed like sheep
Corruption, nepotism, there watch words
Neglected, the constitution as their watch dog
Which has been known to the world
Nigeria, The sleeping Giant
With Great lands of hope
Lush vegetation by nature provided
Where diverse icons of Erudite are awarded
In the past we uttered corrupt masters
In the present we call , kleptomaniac in their fingers
Nigerians, independence we cried out for
Unity In diverse they preach
In the inns we hope to reach
As they've democratically persuaded to teach
We had the freedom to be free
But has been more strong weaker
Nigeria my country is about to fall
That's why I am making a call.
Over 400 years ago, the arrival of 20 or more enslaved Africans are called ‘The Beginning of USA Slavery', which are much more complex than that.
We were kidnapped from Angola, forced on a Portuguese ship, tied from head to toes, Europeans called "The New World"—stolen from that ship,
English pirates confrontation on Mexico coast 20 or more,
“Odd *******” landed at the Point Comfort 1619, English settlement would become Virginia.
Injured defenseless, don’t know what to do; would you?
Duly noted, colony’s secretary, famous as the widower of Native American Pocahontas.
The horror of the journey began with 350 slaves, onboard “The San Juan Bautista",
One of terror, hunger, death even before the piracy begins,
Half would die Portuguese ship, some of millions would perish,
Middle Passage, 1600s to 1800s, before the docked near Veracruz,
Overboard they would go, feeding the sharks valuable no more.
2019 anniversary of the slaves, arrival in the USA must be observed,
No more shall it be paying tribute to perseverance and resilience,
African-American History Commission, Virginia’s 2019 Commemoration, American Evolution,
States—Nations—history must remember that we are Americans,
Complexity as it may be for some to know we are here to stay.
The shore it’s seen, calm so near,
But rocks and swells deterrent to all,
Prevent a landing? It is not clear,
The Stuart Prince dismissed his fear,
Landed his launch, and began the call.
A call to arms, he encouraged the men,
To fight their foe and rid them now,
Of English rule and oppression's end,
The courage of each they could depend,
Freedom to gain, they must somehow.
Clans came as one, to the Bonnie’s call,
Agreed to raise arms, to fight till free,
On highlands they marched for one, for all.
United as Scots proud and tall,
To alter their current destiny.
Battles fought on bog and moor,
Pushed back the English offence,
To whence they came from as before,
But England stood at Culloden, a core,
An end to Scottish independence.