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writing is my habit
a lot of my writings are my creations
I'm a creator of
some self cause
thought-provoking writings
my creativity is best for me
that's why I create these all
I feel bad;
this futile I feel bad
when I find ungrateful replies,
when I find obnoxious comments
on my writings
I'm not a God
behind the universe
there is a God
God is the creator of this universe
known-unknown, seen-unseen all,
without His a little concern
nothing and nobody can move,
I believe these whole
If this futile I feel bad
while someone doing filthy comments
on my creativity,
on my creations;
then, think it deeply
how much the Creator God would feel bad!
while we everyone blaming each other,
while Muhmmadism blaming Hinduism as the meaningless religion or vice-versa,
while Christianity blaming Jewish as the meaningless religion or vice-versa,
while man defaming woman on her chastity,
while east, west, north, south dweller of this earth
blaming each other on the base of civilization,
then, think it deeply
how much the Creator God would feel bad!
He created all,
He knows best
why He created all
in various colors of skin,
in several faiths, cultures, thoughts……
-July 02,2019 Chattogram
Do not fear the harmless voice
Which travels on the wind
Words that fall upon the ears
And tingle deep within
Pleasant like a melody
Awakening the senses
Piercing through bold barriers
Of self imposed defenses
They sing a song of innocence
Meant to bring a smile
To a face so fresh it takes the breath
Like flowers in the wild
Eyes so kind they brush the heart
A kiss of butterflies
Smells so sweet that hummingbirds
And honey bees imbibe
One tender touch from hands so soft
Unconsciously alarming
A vision taking human form
Unassuming yet so charming
Thought provoking unknown taste
Boundaries are unbreached
I cast my words into the air
From dreams where you have reached
Jan 13 2016
Rivers run with thickened sludge
cradles overflow with rum
the happy heart is lost to rage
a thought provoking slimy cage
When once I tasted love as sweet
now I walk on darkened feet
The love is lost to alcohol
a slimy taste does really well
She was sweet I used to think
but now the pain a darkened soul
I do not see her quite as well
Perhaps the bottle that she needs
Demands another day be lost
the broken sleep with bills to pay
I do not want to see today
I do not think she understands
The lover lost within this man
The broken walk a stumble run
Her feet can't hold our path is done
the words of pity that I hear
As she repeats them every year
repeating time and time again
the past repeated in her pain
become the torture yet again
I helped her first to find a job
and yet she wasted life away
she does not have the job today
I helped her them to have a house
With out her job the double wage
I became the slave that day
I helped her then to have a car
Drink and drive she raised the bar
Another bill created star
I helped her then with education
instead she sort the bottle spell
and lost her self esteem as well
Depression mixed with rum and coke
I think today my heart did choke
You fools I think both young and old
why do you drink your life to mould
IN AND OF WHAT WAS, WILL BE AGAIN
(I.E., There’s Nothing New Under The Sun)
In more ways than one,
it has been often said,
“what’s going to happen,
happened once before;
and what happened before,
will surely happen again.”
How thought-provoking.
Is there anything ever new?
Pondering the question,
check out the following flow:
Was not the present POTUS,
once before; and did he not get
kicked out of that office?
And will he not be
kicked out again,
this time too?
Indeed, no matter
how it goes, he will go:-
Just check out the Daily Sun,
and its sojourns: yo-yoing yesterday,
today, and tomorrow; as if to summarize:
“Its happened before, and will again.”
And hey, just check this out:
“Finally, let me say, remember,
we always reap whatever we sow.”
(“There’s nothing new under the sun.”)
O Ye
Titans of powder keg Ignatius ink
I speak to Thee
When flight and night
Draw
The thaw of bedded grass
Under village green sunlight flowers
I seek my charge
As fond letters
Adorned with stamps and frank's
Litter my thoughts
Provoking verse of stale curse
I while each stroke to the i
I dot and cross
For all is lost
More than the last
Each parting shot
Is such sweet sorrow
So i beg of your leave untill tomorrow
Goodnight god bless
No more no less
She takes to the Skies tomorrow
She leaves us at a loss
But somehow better
She is the personification of the letter in a bottle
My muse of peace
The season's follow
I set thou free
From my clench released
Go forth from me
Let me be
Your destiny is sealed
You have always been our loveless master
scheming and provoking our disaster
Spinning tales of Scylla and Charybdis
Concealing truth so it could not uplift us
Contriving stories hiding true wisdom
Justice will be served when you're imprisoned
Disguise yourself as God while casting stones
but in the end your charade will be known
You weave your legends of god's immortal
but truth will break your shackles of control
You are just a hideous imposter
Who would want to worship such a monster?
Apocalypse' veil will be revealed
By God's command your destiny is sealed
John Derek Hamilton
July 31,2020
Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping along accursed habiliment
just barely avoiding and dodging diabolical demons
mercilessly and unrelentingly ready
to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian
who finds himself amidst the pitfalls
of a tortured and twisted existence
racked with pinions describe bing
a demonic dragon filled dungeon
damp, dark, demented domains –
a veritable no man’s land
impossible to escape no matter how fast I -
as a foo fighter flee
from the fearful, fierce-some phantasmagoric forms
figments of my imagination seemingly real
tangible as bone and flesh
who haunt sacred crowded house of slumber
transmogrify me into a loathsome madman
ranting raving senseless gibberish and sic gobbledygook
perceived as metaphysically n philosophically insane
as soundgarden syllabification
from one womanly World Wide Web wayfarer
which virtual vagabond venerates vowels
and possesses means and tees to till verse
akin to a sorceress who waves a magic wand
to produce supreme sentences
weaves tantalizing terrific tweed topographic tundra’s
that this admirer of her artful and colorful poetic endeavors
prompts me to accompany my mindscape
as a thought-provoking troubadour
amidst the information super byways and highways
along winding labyrinths of critical thinking
or simply stepping o'er rolling stones
of silly rhymes without wing less reason
all the while giving subtle egress
into that chamber of secrets
long kept shut tight to maintain
that sure footed stance of solitude
whose only entities happened
to constitute trappings of literary lugubriousness
those tombs of largesse identified
as great works and masterpieces of literature
yet careful to avoid complete intimacy
lest that cherished solitude shattered
and a heart rent asunder
twin tower ring inferno imp perils of loss that provide
an understandable cautionary tale
to the author of this rambling missive
a most profoundly perceptive acute Ape man
touched to the quick with a bit of angel dust
aware that this agonized and angst riddled arboreal beast
contents himself with the confines of cyberspace!
against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with
eyepiece gazing offers viewer eye-
opening, mind boggling instantaneously
birthing then vanishing resplendent
myriad colorful geometric awesome
shifting shapes hypnotizing sight
seer whirling gigolo where multi
faceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely with
proportionate arcs astounding with blind faith
on microscopic scale analogous to cosmic big bang
spell-binding mankind from time immemorial when
her/his gaze turned heavenward peering into
azure vault – one macrocosmic hint per origin
from when on-looking proto-humans ruminated
inscrutably enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe evolution
in shroud of secret continually mystifying
one generation after another until twenty first
century astro-physicists begin to unravel evolutionary
tale writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions enabling
birth of cosmos honed with more fine tuned precision
to zero in on precise second whence explosion filled void
with nebulous material coalescing into rudimentary
galactic masses generating vast surfeit of globular
structures evincing
conically swirling
millennially futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens reveling
in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into eternal wonderment that perchance
intelligent deity willfully rotates planet
some plaything synonymous mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope.
"The Moment of Silence"
by: Eric L. Boddie
After every disaster, flags are often flown at half mast
And a moment of silence is given for those who entered the past
Silence, itself, is a most powerful thing
It denies prison to the birds who refuse to sing
A moment of silence to a thief, well, that's all he needs
To acquire what's yours, leaving you with material grief
A moment of silence from the bully and the pain will cease
And maybe he will understand that it is wrong to feed the beast
We need a moment of silence from all the haters, they know who I'm talking about
That way, they can stop getting smacked in the mouth
And last but not least as you receive this moment of silence from me
I hope I left your minds with thought provoking serenity....
I find solace among the trees
It's a very quiet place to be
Away from human interaction
buried in the heart and soul of the convention
Boulders scattered underneath the trees
spanning over many centuries
I wonder how they got there
The ice age must have deposited them there
Rotten logs lay flat between them
repeating a favorite bible verse
Where the tree falls there it lies
until judgement takes it to the sky
Dead trees tell no tales and the boulders
are witness of the age
I stood on top of a giant boulder
and view the place all over
someone must have been hanging out there
because I saw an empty beer can
bearing the slogan "born in the Rockies"
and a gigantic bird feather laying close by
suggesting that something might be cooking in the sky
The Indians were at peace before the bulldozer came
And drive them out into open shame
The mountains could not hold them and the
trees could not contain them
The trees the rocks the ocean and the river
put them together and you will get the answer
The story has been told over and over
until it is spilling all over
Mystics come and go
showing you which way to go
Whether you go right or left
you will experience the same death
King Solomon was a wise man
But he corrupted the entire land
with evil Gods and beautiful women
He thought that was the best path
to make his Kingship last
Strange Gods start pouring in
left right and center
Speechless God without hands and ears
bearing a wicked Karma
Wooden Gods, stone Gods
and all types of evil Gods in the cosmic
whom they believe will make them prosper
But they are aiming for a terrible disaster
The churches are bear and empty
And false Gods surround the pulpits
Driving a wedge in the congregation
Causing much desolation
Solomon and his foreign concubines
Created a new bloodline
setting the world on fire
stirring up a real hell-fire
and provoking people to conspire