Long Pertinence Poems
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Even though we choose to be who we wish to be,
Whilst moments put us somewhere to see the happiness hidden behind the scenes.
Splitting whatever kind of oneness into pieces.
What a name have to be mentioned for so long when we congratulate each other for good days?
Even though we plan to see ourselves beautiful in our own eyes,
The pictures to be seen when we stand in front of a mirror.
Two good points got to make us real outside lies;
Wearing the cap of TRUTH and SELFLESSNESS with vigor.
Being amazed by our own words needs to strengthen the hope of the left alone,
Drawing patterns to elicit no segregation against perfection on the phone.
Maybe whoever the world wants you to be is somewhere different?
Give them a revelation.
Point to them your presence in the game is marked by pertinence.
Sometimes it can't be explained when the patience is not felt in your appearance,
But you still remain as the figure pushing men to behave with certainty and casualty.
Posting those stuffs in their sights when they meant not to play their sentiments within publicity.
Maybe whoever the world want us to be is coming from nowhere.
And the pictures posted on those walls are already fading.
Maybe recognition is playing no tapes for our dead dreams to the world,
But some little birds still sing our prayers to get our attention back to the place we going to.
So the aim is selecting from the best alternatives,
Looking at the brighter side where darkness sets no confrontations.
The world keeps changing when day break,
And keeps introducing we all to new families.
But the journey goes through the wilderness where we find no answers for our individual bordering questions.
I will be glad when we both come through alive and strong,
That's when I would congratulate you with the Kiss of LOVE,
Causing you to feel proud.
In an Instant
A towering temple of trust
Is not built in a day, in an instant
But spans over years and years;
From laying of its base of sincerity
To its inner shrine of beauty
It is wrapped with the cement of honesty
Sprinkled with water of love and care
Mixed with rock sand of confidence
Sealed with iron bars of resistance
And set with the bricks of pertinence.
Yet, the temple crumbles in an instant,
Its towers turn to heaps of dust
And its shrine is reduced to ashes
With the venom of mistrust,
With the spleen of treacherous acts
That shake the very base of confidence,
Like earthquakes that smash down palaces,
Like the shot of heavy missiles
That ravage all on their way
In a moment, in an instant.
I AM ASHAMED
Of President of Mine
In front of all the world
And OTHER COUNTRIES
I am UNITED STATES
BOTH STRONG AND MILITARY POWER
AND THE YOUNG OF ALL
in world where we do we value CULTURE
THE TONE OF VOICE
THE STYLE OF SPEECH
the PERTINENCE
DISOCURSE the DIALOGUE
I WANT TO SAY
HE ISN”T REPRESENTATIVE to me
I am dialing the round telephone
BACK THEN
I AM ALTERING
the program
of behaviors
and rules
THE TRAP FOR FOOLS
THE CITIIZENS ARE TRUSTING AND NAIVE
whose DUTY is to COMBAT THIS
the fraud
ME
AS THE FEDERAL THE LAW
ENFORCEMENT
of them each on their own
THE DILEMMA
WHAT IS THIS I OWN
RULES OF THE GUN THE HANDLING
might be judged
I OWN GUN for the security of mine
I own HUNTING THE THE WEAPON
what for I own
the ASSUALT THE RIFLE
FOR THE THE CASE IF WAR?
And if the weapon handing is for SPORTS
and HOBBY
WHAT FOR
WHAT FOR
WHAT FOR
posses you STOCK THE PILE
of weapons this
IN CASE I SOMETHING MISSED
THE PURPOSE
Koorosh the Great, Friend
All of my heart
One tear
Or one Monsoon
No amount, no grandeur
Can express the sorrow
Oh yes, I am sad, I am saddened
I am in sorrow
I am swimming in the darkness
I am missing something
That can not be said in words
Koorosh the great was a prophecy
For only now have we seen
The truth of greatness
Not by Victory, but by kindness
We are blessed to have seen
How simple life can be
Love your life
Your family
Your friends
Bring everyone laughter
Create, envision and dream
Everyone who knows you feels special
Your father taught you well
Kindness that transcended generations
In the end
A humble man
No god could make him bitter
He was as he always was and more
A kind man
Only when you remove a tree from the garden
Do you realize
The tree was the garden
The flowers bloomed for the tree
The people sought shade and comfort
Quietly, I weep
For him
For his family
For life
If all great leaders followed his path
What a beautiful world we would have
He inspired
He smiled
Corey, you are missed
Notes: Dedicated to my friend Corey Fazel who just recently passed away before his time. Corey, you will be missed by many many people. It is you with your friendly pertinence that got me to swim, and that alone has changed my life, I will remember the many evenings and dinners we talked about all things under the sun.
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October 25 Scripture Meditations Based on Acts 21-24
Key Verse – Acts 23:11 And the night following the Lord stood by him, and said, Be of good cheer…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR STANDING BY ME
Thank You for standing by me with Your providence
Whenever I face problems along trials’ incidence
Never leaving me midst sin-atrocities’ impudence
While pulling me toward Your will of blessed residence.
Thank You for standing by me with Your prevalence
Whenever I experience sufferings along persecutions’ pestilence
Never neglecting me midst guilt-afflictions’ violence
While cheering me up thru Your peace of blissful silence.
Thank You for standing by me with Your prominence
Whenever I flee from vanity along pride’s eminence
Never tolerating me midst arrogance-stardom’s pertinence
While reminding me about Your sacrifices of eternal permanence.
Thank You for standing by me with Your omnipotence
Whenever I sow righteousness along holiness’ insistence
Never pampering me midst shame-meekness’ pretense
While pressing me upward Your mighty persistence.
Thank You for standing by me with Your presence
Whenever I seek fellowship along communion’s iridescence
Never ignoring me midst prayer-supplication’s fluorescence
While keeping me inside Your gracious license.
Thank You for standing by me with Your preference
Whenever I show standards along Bible’s reference
Never forsaking me midst humanism-worldliness’ interference
While strengthening me by Your powerful adherence.
Thank You for standing by me with Your patience
Whenever I waver in the faith along temptations’ inconvenience
Never hurting me midst confession-admission of disobedience
While blessing me according to Your sovereign omniscience.
October 15, 2022
I'm on the hunt for comprehension.
Furthermore, I'm on the look for attention.
Life may be tough, and there's no success.
From the standpoint of one's mental wellness.
Rainbow wishes for kids with tolerance
Guardians have encountered an inconvenience
Our actions drove the world absurd.
When youth fade, It's ideal to be furled.
Overstating the pertinence of the real world.
What do you view promptly when you look around?
Parents wish you had been a kid for a longer stage.
You're guilty, but you can't undo what you've raged.
Your hair and eye color reflect your likability.
To recognize your skin and dress so lovely.
You're unique in shape and appearance.
You're not the same as your twin if you reappear once.
In the meanwhile, be patient where you are.
And continue to do that same dedication spar.
"Let's bear the costs and act forward with anything."
You have merely started living out your true calling.
Everything I do seems to find a way to mock me.
A jeering derision to the paradox of my delicacy.
Each impulsive haste of emotion knocks on the wood of my wretch.
A doleful stimulation to invigorate the louse of my lassitude.
The inertia of my cunning shrewd howls against the odium of my filth.
Against the odium of my haste.
The odium of my humility.
And the odium of my unadulterated abhorrence.
I find myself comparing the speckled illustrations of my masked exploitation.
One of a noble morality.
One of a sinful salvation.
And one of the reprehensible dignity I carry within the reality of my reviled anatomy.
The reality of my depiction.
The reality of my void.
Every word of degradation invokes the ice of my celestial petition.
A celestial plead for an implosion so grave; it dares to uphold a cathedral of my indented dejection.
My fortitude of a sunken dejection.
My poverty of an exiled dejection.
My deception of a gouged dejection.
I am nothing but the prolonged corpus of my own vile vulgarity;
I am nothing but the corrupted potency of my own induced pallet;
I am nothing but the misdemeanour of my own cholerised pertinence.
The Tree of Trust
Trust is like a valiant fruit tree
That is not grown just with words,
Nor does it mature carefree;
Its seed sown with love in the backyard
Needs to be watered with due care
And attended with a fitting flair.
Its roots are damped with honesty
While its trunk breathes out confidence,
Its stems smell of sincerity,
Its branches exhale the pertinence
Of promises kept and sustained
And its leaves unfold truth maintained.
Its fruits roll out joy and pleasure
While its seeds procure new life
And its shade provides some shelter,
Whether from life`s occasional strife,
The ardent rays of the midday sun
Or the transient rain at dawn.
Yet the valiant tree of trust
Can dry up with the venom of lust,
With the pure poison of mistrust
Or with the noxious bane of hate
That can drive it to a sad fate
And turn it to sorrowful dust.
It truly behoves one and all
Not to let the sacred tree of trust
To reach a desolate downfall,
Nor allow it to turn to dust
But to hold it high as a must,
As a companion of the soul.
By Krishnanand Guptar
21 January 2023
Crossing thresholds of blooms and dewdrops of glorious spring,
Toward autumn proudly walks season-bride with golden ring;
Her costumes, robes of ballet dancers, as per scenes, changes,
Facets of nature alter her charm to cosmic ranges...!
Scotching sun transforms mossy leaves, to golden-churns,
Clement breeze, once exited the stage, into storm-gust, returns;
Painful to bid goodbye to beloved trees, leaves linger,
Yet, get shaken off by now-twig-turning, dry-tree-finger...!
Constellation composes puzzled riddled strange stories,
Church-bells jingle mingling mysteries and histories;
Et-tu-Brute - one could hear Julius Caesar cry loud,
Senators encircle him, as though, for their goals, they're proud...!
Traces of moon gets gut-split; glowworm-stars glitter around,
Clouds, Indian widows in wild white, move, no safe paths found;
Master Craftsman pursues and persists painting scenes serene,
Brushes, disobliging, spill paints-mixes gaudy and sheen...!
Flocks of tribal nomads grazing on moss-grassland valleys,
Resemble ides-sheep of Jupiter; relishing rallies;
Peacock butterflies float, like goddess Anna in rose-hill,
In marriages of myths and truths, moods merrily chill and thrill...!
Harmonious chorus of sky and seas brings pertinence,
Parameters of perfection pave paths of permanence,
Paradoxes of joys, angst... it possesses plethora,
Ides-of-March! Not time! Not season! It's eternal era...!
28 March 2022
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Starseeds
I confess
We are blessed
The world has secrets
Our Lord reveals it
High energy and frequency
Released within me
Traveled distance
Without resistance
Father reminds
Journey your mind
Recovery
Love is our discovery
Graciousness
Forgiveness
Enlightenment
Paleoenvironment
Preparation
Elevation
God Expressionist
Playfulness over Illusionist
Truth set
Preciously kept
What an honor
God strength and valor
Creator sight
Conquers with light
Appurtenance
Ordinance
Pertinence
Revelance
Tutelage
God law of privilege
The Holy Spirit
Our Lord does give it
Released our light from God
Seen through the fog
Love offer receiving
Through the power of believing