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Mideast Peace: Oxymoron
Though descendent of Jews,
I feel boggled at the brutal,
nasty and wanton war between
Israelis and Palestinians.
Many innocent victims
bred to know and hate their enemy
impossible mission
to reconcile one Semitic
group of peoples from another.
The bloody English
begat and fomented
debacle between Israelis and Palestinians.
little more than a century ago,
particularly usurping territory
courtesy aggressive premise
might makes right.
The human species
hell bent on making war
reprisals rank as a ,
and can never even the score
I harken back to childhood,
when our family lived
at Lantern Lane, and the Dailey's
(who threw rocks at Georgie
our Dalmation/Boxer)
rightfully earned before their time
the title fear thy neighbor
an altercation such
as aforementioned above,
would easily earn a spot
on Investigation Discovery
though deadly crimes violently hardcore
reenacted minus the explicit killing
fields not healthy for children
and other living things,
nevertheless even the most pious
and peace loving
exhibit fervent bloody ardour
if kith and kin held at gunpoint.
The annals of civilization
since time immemorial
replete with chronicles
of battlefield bravura
touting (with laurels of profuse praise)
for ultimate sacrifice
unnaturally, unstintingly, and unwaveringly
bravely giving oneself
to father/mother land.
Beneath the surface of the skin
we all bleed;
mortal kombat inked
in Mesolithic Europe
likewise dates to circa 10,000 years ago,
and episodes of warfare appear
to remain "localized
and temporarily restricted"
during the Late Mesolithic
to Early Neolithic period in Europe.
Idyllic as the fantastical utopian yen,
I feel pessimistic patriarchal wheelman
who steer autocratic
leviathan of state (witness Tiananmen
Square student-led demonstrations
known in Beijing, China
as the June Fourth Incident
lasting from 15 April to 4 June 1989)
cuz twentieth century ruthless demagogues
wanted to squelch
pro-democracy movement,
and not only stole demonstrators thunder
but forcefully co-opted with lightning force
their toys such as:
sophisticated erector set and playpen
for dolls loving buoys Barbie and ken
the former coming to life
as a miniature equestrienne
experiencing magical realism.
Subway, Pirelli, Hellinic bottling company
The Citigroup Inc, Herbal life and KFC
Also the Kimberly Clark Corporation
And Hilton are a disgrace to every peace loving nation.
McDonald's have now pulled out and have stopped trading
Or they'd have been in this poem that I'm naming and shaming
Sanctions will only work if every one is on board
To cripple that evil nation we need to cut the cord.
There are probably many more and I'll add them when I see
They're all still trading in Russia, helping their economy
Haven't these companies got one ounce of shame
They're indirectly helping Russia to bomb, kill and maim.
Show support for Ukraine, show them that you care
Buy your food, drinks and services from alternatives elsewhere
I'll never buy from them again as long as I'm alive
I'd rather die of thirst and hunger rather than see their profits thrive.
A big thanks to those companies who've already severed ties
And those innocent Russians who have seen through the lies
The price of goods will rise but it's a small price to pay
To ensure freedom prevails and Putin doesn't get his own way.
Written on 8th March 2022
When the days are longer and nights darker
The forgotten ones quietly enter my heart
The aversion, anger and dislike dissipates
All becomes one and sweet song of memory
The parched past falls in to abyss of oblivion
Time is a great healer are the words of wisdom
The human heart is soft and peace loving award
Gone moments become amusing anecdotes of fun
The faded petals of past turn in to fresh bloom
Serenity and calm being the divine order of life
Imbued in solitary ambience I write these lines
After living for years of turmoil and turbulence
The characters and incidents appear as shadows
Being pathetic ploys of naivety and ignorance
Vanishing in the vibe aura of prudence and piety
,
I'm sure you've heard the expression
In love with love
Well that's me through and through
Nothing in life is more important
It can take over one's whole being
But there's a bunch of lunatics in the world
Who give us peace loving *****sapiens a bad name
The lunatic fringe is what they're called
Whose brains haven't developed beyond kindergarten
In their mind, they're still fighting their schoolyard battles
But on a much, much larger scale
With much more tragic results
Human life is expendable
Not a consideration in the scope and scale of their conquests
The end justifies whatever means necessary
A side of us so called humans to be least proud of
Will it ever change?
Unfortunately I must answer no
It seems to have been ingrained in our psyche eons ago
No one is perfect
But these lunatics are at the other end of the scale
The Calamity of Nepal part 1
Too fearful a tragedy
To be described in words
Heart wrenching cries, pierce the sky
And sadness in the form of tears
Dominates every face and every eye. 01
The descriptions of horrifying tragedy
From the mouth
Of those, who survived this horror story
Penetrate the mind and heart,
Deeper and deeper
Even of those who are luckily
Thousands of miles away
From Nepal and this tragic site
Created by the unfavorable
Winds of Nature. 02
It's time for entire world
To wipe the tears
Flowing from their eyes
And grief stricken faces.
These suffering millions and millions
Of these innocent men, women and children
And even kids
Who lost the lives of their most dear ones
In this calamity
Need our attention, Love and Care. 03
Those who survived
They are still standing and waiting
In never ending rows
Even for a bottle of clean water
And some bread and milk
For the little children and kids. 04
Still you can see and find
On the TV screen
Many many of them standing or waiting
In the open sky
Throughout the night
With the horror of the Earthquake
Still lurking on their faces and
In their eyes. 05
A peace loving small nation
Now stands on the threshold of debris
Of not only broken walls and structures
Roads and Temples
But on the borders
Of broken hopes and confidence.
The Earthquake has broken
Almost everything they were pride of. 06
O' God, please merciful and restore
At least, their hopes
And help them to overcome
This too terrible a crisis. 07
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur 30th April 2015
CONCLUDED IN PART 2....
24/7 round the clock coronavirus (COVID-19) coverage
Strong armed marshall law decrees
(at a buoy good gull... lance)
across airwaves blare
constant detrimental exhortation
buzzfeeding populace analogous
to pollination instinctively
wrought courtesy bumblebees
to help combat
mortal pandemic disease
explaining governmental freeze
industries shuttered just ask jeeves
who will corroborate
deadly symptoms characterized
by severe chills inducing knocked knees
stricken unfortunate victim
beseeches with plaintive pleas
as their feverish body temperature
surpasses bajillion degrees
innoculation looms closer on horizon
as fatigued learned scientists squeeze
every detail how coronavirus (COVID-19)
transmitted, disseminated, contracted...
moost definite deadly germs spread,
when one and/or individual doth sneeze,
meanwhile palliative care workers seize
every opportunity to appease
tortured souls (suffering
worse fate than death),
plus plumb depths how said microbes'
molecular and/or atomic biochemical keys
activate, integrate, propagate...
painstaking labor to scrutinize and tease
burning midnight oil exhaustive energies
altruistic individuals ofttimes sustaining
their weary lovely bones
with crackers and cheese
moost likely forgoing adequate sustenance
also robbing sleep slowly
transforming them into zombies
apropos trailing appellation
describing unnaturally surreal spooky
haunting spectre as people
perish in twos and threes
mystery if initial epicenter
pinpointed among Chinese,
or perpetrated (my hunch) perhaps by aliens
slightly resembling infinitesimal
peace loving groovy hippies
pervasive during nineteen sixties.
Quarantine a dolt
Matthew Scott Harris got nowhere to bolt!
Let My Country Wake up and Bloom
On the Independence Day of India For 15th AUGUST 2010
O Almighty God,
I pray to you today on the auspicious occasion,
Of our country’s Independence Day.
Let my country wake-up and bloom,
Under the sky of freedom and prosperity,
While thinking, not only for the welfare of India,
But also for the well being of the entire world.
Let us show the world, that we not only believe,
In the theory of ‘The whole world is a family’
But we really care for it.
Make us more strong and benevolent,
Hard working, but generous,
Peace loving but strong enough to destroy those,
Who are trying to take the benefit of non-violence.
And are planning to spoil the peace of earth.
Give strength to my people to elect only those,
Who can show us a path of progress and humanity,
But not through the jungles of corruptions and absurdity.
Bless our people to elect only those,
Who are sincere and honest, brave and courageous?
Who may make my country a strong nation,
Give us strength to elect only those, who may
Save the Nature of this earth and may try
To make, the entire world a beautiful place,
To live with peace and love.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14th August 2010
My dearest, possessing a divine pedigree,
You strive for impeccable integrity.
You shun evil to achieve absolute incorruptibility,
Wherein you will find total tranquility.
I watch as you aim for flawless righteousness,
Admiration grows as you disregard all timelessness.
When you reach for irreproachable honesty,
There is an air about you of complete modesty.
The ease of which it became convincible,
Was that true virtue can be invincible.
It will be invulnerable, what is attained,
And absolutely recoverable what is gained.
You acquire an aura of vestal security,
As your spirit takes on unassailable purity.
James 3 : Verses 17-18 Holy Bible.
17 But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere.
18 Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.
Peace-loving peoples of the world are demanding of you, Mister Putin,
That you cease at once this murderous and needless shootin'!
Why can't you and others of your ilk leave other people alone?
Don't you have a soul? Don't you care about the misery you have sown?
How can you justify the indiscriminate massacre of a nation's population,
Destroying families and the infrastructure of a peace-loving nation?
Have you not seen the horror on a mother's face as she cuddles her little one,
Being separated from her husband left to fight a war that only you've begun?
Think of the grief among your nation's mothers' having lost a son,
That you conscripted to use as fodder in the cruel war you've begun!
We pray that with unwavering resolve that the valiant patriots of Ukraine,
Will prevail and that soon, their peace and freedom they will regain!
Peace-loving peoples of the world are demanding of you, Mister Putin,
That you cease at once this murderous and needless shootin"!
Ground of Formless Realities
Ground Zero
AN APPEAL TO MAKE IT ONLY A GANDEN OF GOD- A PLACE OF PEACE
AND NON-VIOLENCE ONLY.
( The poem is dedicated to all those who lost their precious lives on 9/11)
My heart aches and emotions start bleeding
Remembering the pain and agonies of those
Who lost their lives, while we all remained watching only?
Cursing the helplessness, that we
Could not do any thing to save
A life, a tear from eyes of mothers and wives;
Brothers, sisters and lovers or beloveds.
Or the dear ones, who were there, just inside.
The disaster was happening, right
Before our eyes full of tears.
The glaring fact of brutal and unforgivable deed
Tearing apart its people hearts in pieces and a nation’s pride
Had moved the entire world except those
Who believe in the faith of violence and misdeeds?
Let us keep now that place ‘Ground Zero’
A place of Peace and Non violence
Where kindness and love can be seen in every branches and trees
Where Nature may exists in its serene beauty and coolness
Let there be no bricks and walls
No pits and falls
And no sound of any kind except the
Sound of kindness and love and the music of nature
Which we can hear coming from birds and flowers
From plants and trees and water running streams.
Let us make it a Garden of God.,
In the memory of those who lost their lives
And kept their nation’s pride high.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th Sept. 2010
DEDICATION: The Poem is dedicated to
all my fellow Americans.
And this dedication is not only from me
but from all the peace loving people of India.
We are with you in the hour of your grief.
Ravindra