Long Shyness Poems
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When I met the tall and amiable Vietnam War veteran,
my shyness showed,
yet, my throat dried and tightened when he softly
spoke the words, "The war never goes away."
All these humanity destroying wars never cease,
soldier's names, faces, their eyes so well-worn.
Their love letters sent home never faded in their
immortality.
The soldiers who made it home alive weren't
given a hero's welcome.
Their nightmares flashing as they wake up
sweating in their sheets in the dark,
yelling for respite from still hearing and
being in the firefight, still seeing the VC,
and witnessing the life breaths leaving
mortally wounded brothers.
Descending into the night's loneliness,
the blue-gray of the t.v. on low volume,
the sobbing of a loyal wife.
Some marriages, families split apart
with crushing sadness,
many veterans homeless on U.S. streets,
such a heartbreaking shame shadowing
over the face of America the beauty.
Surviving veteran's hair becomes snow-white,
war wounds achingly arthritic,
memories of their war buddies still sweetly
preserved in their mind's images.
Vietnam War veteran's reunions as their
bones stiffen, but still salute their brothers
and sisters in arms,
their hats with the name of the war,
the pride of their service.
Many barely out of high school,
with brothers of the same town,
the same state,
so much youth called up,
joining brothers from other regions
of the U.S.
Blessed by God in their fraternity,
their bravery.
The deep red poppies represent their
precious blood.
I remember the 1960's-70's searing
scars in my mind,
weeping for the loss, the hurt in our
hearts over the Vietnam War.
MIA's, POW's,
disappeared as aging families still pray,
still wait.
In the local Veteran's Cemetery,
I met a woman in her eighties,
she was a little confused,
couldn't recall where her Vietnam veteran
son's grave was located.
She told me her daughter-in-law couldn't
bear to visit his grave.
We found his grave,
his name glistening in the dew of
that gentle May morning,
as wrens and sparrows sang on
blossomed boughs.
A chance encounter became such a
gift to honor her son,
and his mother.
To let her know he was not forgotten,
but cherished,
Welcome Home. ~
those
who has so long been submerged
in the water of the womb-cave
now when the sun rises
would they put their lips in action
the pantograph
the wheat-plants
that has been sowed in autumn
the shyness of the houses
going away farther and farther
how much should i become glum
for those stations
on which i suppose to never put my steps
since taking birth
the same story of huggis and wrappers
i’ve told you to say good bye
to the portman
full of rust
and to make an aquarium
for the flying-fishes
with the water-moon
there may also exist
some social forestry
mr slumber
you can’t keep the good-wishes
arranged properly
so as soon as the eyes get open
the palpitations start
Form:
I have only one regret
In this life i can’t forget
I almost let you slip away
Because of things i couldn’t say
My heart just couldn’t take the chance
Of losing you and this romance
Like it had so many times
When i said what was on my mind
Every time i told someone
The way i felt they’d always run
Because they could never admit
They were too scared to commit
When i started dating you
True love started to shine through
I never wanted to let go
Devotion i wanted to show
I prayed this love would always last
My thoughts kept turning to the past
And these three little words that had
Always turned affections bad
Until the day you finally said
The words that stuck inside my head
Freeing me from all my shyness
And a whole lifetime of silence
August 17 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 22-25
Key Verse – Jeremiah 22:3 Thus saith the LORD; Execute ye judgment and righteousness, and deliver the spoiled out of the hand of the oppressor: and do no wrong, do no violence to the stranger, the fatherless, nor the widow, neither shed innocent blood in this place.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR INSTRUCTING US
TO EXECUTE RIGHTEOUSNESS
Praise be to God for instructing us to execute righteousness while:
Hearing Him by our attentiveness
Heeding to Him with our availability
Hastening to Him along our activeness
Hearkening to Him upon His assertive assurance
Holding on to Him while hailing Him in our adoration
Jeremiah 23:23 Praise be to the Lord for
being at hand, and not afar off:
Surely near with His fellowship
Strongly nurturing our faith-fortitude
Steadfastly nourishing us by His faithfulness
Serenely nice along His flourishing fruitfulness
Soberly noble upon His freedom-fitness for our freshness
Jeremiah 24:7 Praise be to the Saviour for giving us
the heart to know Him Who:
Redeems souls toward salvation-triumph
Rejoices service along His compassion-tasks
Revives spirituality with consecration-testimony
Rejuvenates stewardship by His caring against trials
Respects our sincerity, showing our conversion by His truth
Jeremiah 25:5 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for
letting us dwell in His will so we can enjoy His:
Scripture-sovereignty against suspicions’ stubbornness
Supplication-sustenance against sufferings’ sorrows
Sanctuary-stability against socialization’s status quo
Spirituality-safeguard against stagnation’s shame
Standard-settlement against scorning’s shyness. Amen!
August 17, 2024
Lone Li Ness is my name
No one calls it; I have no friends.
I had one once in second grade
But she moved
Shyness kept me from having other ones
Some loud kids lied about me being a bully
In fourth grade, and it stuck
In 7th grade I was “odd” and “weird”
I began to read romance novels that year
And science fiction, biographies, and mysteries.
The librarian tried to befriend me but she was old
I do not like old people
I figured when I went to college I would be a new you
I would be outgoing and fun, and people would like me
About half my graduating class went to the same college
My roommate hated me before she met me.
She moved out before the end of the first week
Without speaking to me. A couple of nods and a grunt.
I have forgotten how to be a friend now. It has been a long time.
My cat and I pretend to be content reading our books.
She lies between the I-pad and me,
so I have to use two pillows to prop.
My parents still live in my hometown.
They are always begging me to come back.
For a summer vacation, for a visit.
To see my “old friends”.
This makes me laugh.
How did they never see their odd, weird, lonely girl like I do?
Italia we strolled the country side throughout
the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone
ways above garden nooks of Puglia catering to
the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases
that covered scented walk ways gathering the
divine taste of hidden vines borrowed by rows
and rows of lemon trees pricking my fingers
on olive bushes again while we dazzled the
evening air beneath the moonlight both my aunts
my grandmothers sister managed to travel from
Mason Vicentino just for our annual first date as
they chuckled hardily at your vagabond loafers
mocassini's moccassini's making your cheeks
blush while looking over the balconies peering
down the cobble stones this ritual is always
carried out religiously completely steadfast as
everyone sits patiently awaiting my return my
Nonna swaying to the tarantella as soft chiffon
curtains blew in the breeze this fabric was sent
from France by my grandfather still serving in the
Army my shyness remained intact trying not to fall
over wearing my oldest sisters clogs she insisted that
I promised not to scuff them on this grand evening
finally returning to the calming comforting busom of my
family culture heritage Italia Italia and the purity
of my own chastity covenant why until matrimony
celebration like all the women in the family before me
according to my Nonna we are a of rare Greek Italian
Masons and Muses I suppose while i finally arrived
lovingly embraced by sheer wholesomeness tradition
the surety of home
There's John and beside him,
Mary with her hair ribbon undone,
Peter, Gordon and Barbara,
the girl I had a crush on in Grade 3.
Then of course, S y l v i a,
the saintly genius who had it all.
That's Patricia with the scowling face,
Robert with the immaculate shirt
and tie and Eddy, poor little Eddy
the go to clown of the grade.
He used to pee his pants in class.
No one wanted to sit next to him.
There's Helen with those blue eyes
that looked right through you,
although gray here in black and white.
Julie in the back row standing
a full head height above everyone else,
the tallest kid in the class.
Who's that…Stephen I think,
head down, crippled with shyness.
Kevin, Karen and Elizabeth,
and there's Jack, we used to call
him “wacko”...always wanted a fight.
I heard he was killed in Vietnam in 67.
Michael with a toothless grin.
There's Lena and Jan, the Polish
kids. A year or two after this,
I think half the class were immigrants.
Some I can't recall their names.
And that's me…. looking lost,
miles away. And next to me… what was
her name. She was so sweet, died
later that year. Never told how or from what.
I wonder how many more now
have joined her from the fading faces
in this school photograph.
a letter to my editor
I have tried to get more cash to spend
on introducing me to a bigger audience
I contacted many of my readers on X and asked for
A contribution sent to Hillshire will not come
amiss so far nothing.
I could have asked the man himself, but I will not
He suffers from the insecurity that rich people
People who suffer from that, we like them for the money
I happen to like Elon Musk because he struggles
with a deep-seated shyness like my brother did
So his life is not that easy
So, therefore, just print the en book and send
a couple of copies to me, I shall be nothing more
than mulch in the acre of poetry
Classical Hindi Nature's Love Song with its English Version.
“When Spring Appeared 03
English Version of the Spring Song-
.
"When spring started appearing,
Shyness appeared gradually,
Every face blossomed,
Then the buds too,
Started spreading its wings,
The spring spread,
everywhere there,
fragrance too began to spread
in the air everywhere.
The butterflies too
opened their wings
and began to hover
here and there. 01
.
I was watching,
mesmerized,
The unique beauty of nature,
Spring was in its glory,
and the music of insects,
Was spreading,
its magical music,
Everywhere there. 02"
Classical Song Lyrics in Hinglish
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“aa gayee laaj,
khil gaya har mukhada,
tab kaliyaan bhee,
pankh failaane lagin,
chha gayee bahaar,
chaahoon or vahaan.
chha gayee sugandh,
har or wahaan,
titaliyaan bhee,
pankh khol apane,
idhar udhar
mandraane lagee . 01
.
main dekh raha tha,
mantramugdh,
prakrti ka anupam saundarya,
Basant apane vaibhav par tha,
aur keet patangon ka sangeet,
bikher rahaa tha apna jaadoo-
chahun or wahaan. 02”
.
Ravindra K K
14th April 2024
IMPORTANT NOTE: Those who wish to sing my Hindi song may sing it but
they must mention "Song Lyrics by Ravindra K Kapoor" for any clarification can contact me through- kapoor_skkatyahoo.com
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My legs they feel like jelly
And my head is in a spin
Butterflies in my stomach
Is this love that I am in?
My mouth it feels so dry
When we start to talk
My heart is leaping, I can’t deny
Every time we walk
Every time I see you
My shyness seems to win
I try to speak, three special words
From my soul within
Even when I hold you
My hands begin to sweat
I can’t think straight
With this heart rate
And I run home with regret
I really want to tell you
How much I love you so
But when I see you next time
These feelings over flow
So please do bear with me
There isn't any doubt
With your gleaming eyes
And lovely smiles
You really knock me out
I'm attracted to you girl
Under some kind of spell
I love your looks, I'm really hooked
But, I shake inside, like hell
So now I wrote in words
What I couldn’t free
Cuz this love is stronger
Than my little heart could be!
I Love You X
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