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Once a little girl named Monique
Dreamt of opening up a boutique
Between the creek and clinique
Thought long of every technique
Her sign above would be no antique
It would glow and actually speak
“Hello we’re MYSTIQUE -
Open every day of the week
Come on in, have a peek
We sell clothes that are chic
Indian silks from the Sikh
Colourful lace and batik
For women of every physique
You’ll love us, we’re unique
And for lunch, stay fill your beak
Try Mom’s soup of fenugreek and leek“
While others were playing hide-and-seek
Little Monique dreamt of opening her boutique
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
I'm American and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm European and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Oceanian and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm African and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Asian and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Antarctican and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm only civilized and I'm white!
-Really?
I'm only civilized cause I'm from oppressed black!
-Really?
I'm Hindu and I'm civilized!
I'm Buddhist and I'm civilized!
I'm a Jew and I'm civilized!
I'm Christian and I'm civilized!
I'm Muslim and I'm civilized!
I'm Sikh and I'm civilized!
I'm Jain and I'm civilized!
-Really?
-Really?
-Really?
One drop of blood is laughing behind my (venomous) teeth!
I'm civilized! And I only stand on (lame) peaceful feet!
And I greet you all to learn from my civilized myth!
I'm civilized!
I'm civilized!
I'm civilized!
-Really!
Oh! all you're funny trader
crawling as hidden viper!
©Mahtab Bangalee, Chattogram
July 12, 2018
This life
Rituals we’re asked to follow
Seem to separate man from man
Something’s wrong, it seems so shallow
Sun shines upon all with elan
So we went to temple and mosque
Sikh gurudwara and the church
Favours from God, all in fear ask
Whilst carefree birds, on treetops perch
Each affirms, their faith absolute
‘My daddy strongest’ is the norm
Fundamentalists resolute
Where lies hermit, bliss rapture warm
The scriptures per say seem alright
For each teaches, true path is love
Narrowness makes us blind to light
If God’s within, why look above
Such being the case, meditate
Celebrating our aliveness
We are still, nodes within gyrate
Entwining with the That oneness
Our prayer then, not a doing
Having chosen to surrender
Moment by moment, blossoming
Our each life breath, is God’s wonder
Our next life
One day this feeble form will die
Liberating soul eternal
Deluded desires, seek the sky
So we’re reborn; God’s miracle
Memory erased, when reborn
The same questions do resurface
Where lies the light that we adorn
Heart seeks to see God, face to face
Of what avail are the scriptures
We are not this here mind-body
Tiring of bondage and strictures
Plunge into the void, when ready
Cessation of thought, is the way
How many times must we be born
Each breath intake, is when we pray
With animal instincts all shorn
As our breath flows here and now
Accepting ourself as we are
We negate not, fear and desire
Nor with thought spirals, do we spar
Choose staid silence, because we tire
Shifting our fulcrum into space
We look inwards at all movement
Futile rat race, blocks divine grace
So sad is heart’s discontentment
Ceasing to size, we vaporise
Letting go of our doership
Life goes on, much to our surprise
No need then, for oneupmanship
Shift, external to internal
Requiring but a mindful eye
All we do, is make desires null
No cause then, for our heart to sigh
That that comes and goes, unreal
Our lower mind knows not the truth
We stand still, feeling bliss appeal
Entwining with God’s will forsooth
Boundaries blur, all becomes one
We are the holder of the flame
Luminous like the yonder sun
Recognising life but a game
04-December-2021
Can I kiss a Catholic
or a Muslim or a Jew,
A Buddhist or an Atheist,
a Sikh or a Hindu?
Can I share their faith with them
and not condemn my soul,
To eternal persecution
in the Devil’s deepest hole?
Can I offer love to those
who are not always straight.
Who’s love is shared with their own sex
or either kind of mate?
If so, am I a pervert
who can’t pass through heaven’s gate,
is it true that love can lead to hell
as surely as can hate?
Can I really lead a life
rejecting all I find
that meet the inner feelings
that have formed within my mind?
Is it true that I’ve no right to choose
the things I want to do,
but just accept I must conform
to things that can’t be true?
If this is so, I’ll tell you,
then this life is really hell,
the Devil’s won already
we are bound within his spell.
But I’m sure that God Almighty
is around for All Mankind,
whatever path we follow
or whatever love we find.
Ivor G Davies
Hampshire natives are known as hogs.' That follows they're cops must be pigs?
Wow this is something else.' Two were
Called ti a disturbance, someone was
Stabbed hardly conscious and bleeding
They cable tied the lad, Henry Novak got
Arrested and cautioned, then dragged; on
The ground, all on view this cannot be found sound.' Its not the way to police the
Streets.' As they assisted in his killing really,
after
He was stabbed by a sikh, i gather with the
Ritual knife, ostentiously just for ritual
show
This scene is rife.' P C assisted murder.? Its
Really torn up the books.' What more to think in this land of pc.' Where the just are
Punished, and perpetrators.? Well too often
They just go free.'
I had another one of those moments this week,
Although I did not feel weak,
Or meek,
And certainly not a freak,
As the tears ran down my cheek.
I doubt the validity of anyone who watched the Indian production,
Of the 1897 battle of Saragarhi,
And never got a little weepy.
I had to look up to see if the events were true,
Before I could relate to you,
How an outpost manned by so few,
Held out so long until death was their due,
So, the people in nearby forts, were rescued on cue.
21 brave Sikh,
Who fought in bare feet,
Achieving an impossible feat.
Honoured by the British under whose flag they fought,
Their homeland their only motivating thought,
As for long hours they kept the enemy out,
Even after their ammunition ran out.
It is a celebrated military event,
Even after more than a century people still lament,
While honouring what such bravery meant.
I will now always remember the 12th of September,
And my heart will feel tender,
Because of the event and the movie that brought tears to such an extent.
How do I shed the label
of a white oppressive man
Do I listen to the message
of Obama's "Yes we can!"
Perhaps I'll go out marching
With women take to the streets
Hold placards of "Black Lives Matter"
While trying to feel their pained heart beats
Still I wonder should I feel guilty
for horrible things my race has done
Or would it not be better
If I instead loved everyone
My friends are many religions
Jewish, Muslim, Christian Too
I've conversed with Jehovah witnesses
if you are Sikh I can learn from you
I'm unconcerned with color
or the kind of clothes you wear
I'm more interested in your story
and the heart you're willing to share
Don't see me as an enemy
Just because my skin is white
Understanding will replace our fear
Conversations can make things right
No one wants to be looked at
through the lens of a clouded eye
If you and I are both willing
a different logic will apply
In the end we are brothers and sisters
there is but one human race
Each person wants a sense of belonging
It's up to us to create that space.
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's " What is White?" Contest
A young man stabbed, runs for police,
but his attacker was a Sikh,
who claimed ‘racism,’ and these cops
cuffed the poor victim as he dropped,
much more concerned with brownish skin
than murder, the quite worst of sins,
more fearful of the word ‘racist’
than life which no longer exists,
and then try to hide their disgrace,
let killers walk just to save face,
stopped only by a loud outcry,
not the fact they let a man die,
as leftist filth fear ‘the backlash,’
when the die is already cast.
The same scum who excused rape gangs,
their own daughters in vile hands,
ravaged by cruel Mohammedans…
rapists should swing from the tree limbs.
Another attack in Belfast,
we all know it won’t be the last,
the leftists despise their own kind,
think foreigners can’t be malign,
think they can bring in failed cultures,
and from them somehow be inured,
wrapped in their lazy, Marxist faith,
that only teaches to self-hate,
arrest folks for having wrong thoughts,
a tyranny wrapped up in rot,
all loyalty to you they spurned…
perhaps it’s right to make it burn.
Birth is not from sin but from the best love,
from the faithful love of two biological soul;
From the gushing liquid I'm as if an aquatic animal
Birth is not from the drop of Pacific Ocean
but from the drop depth more than that
This is I from the royal love,
from that love me and my soul
an animal of power of speaking,
holder of best conscience,
with six senses
I'm human
They make me Hindu, Buddhist, Jew, Christian, Muslim, Sikh
title me with any other name,
although from my birth I'm human,
the best shaped animal of God
Since then I learn what are taught to me
I build me on that path they teach to build
I learn sin or virtue how to teach me,
wickedness, virtuous, hatred, vengeance or love,
I learn the same as they teach me,
Because I'm human, following being only!
From the unknown time
I learn all in divided laws,
on the tone of faithfulness and unfaithfulness,
in the verse of belief and disbelief,
which are taught me from predecessors learning
Because I'm human, following being only!
From the Holy Scriptures
I learn that are taught to me from good or worse,
As pantomime doll I stay in mimicry
I learn from the holy Vedas, Jabur, Tawrat, Tripitaka,
The holy Injil, Qur'an, Granth Sahib….
Learn more from the Holy Scriptures
Because I'm human, I believe God
These teachings only for me among the whole created animals
To be best conscious creation
To be united animal, not to be divided follower!
When I look at other created animals
then I find they learn own-self for the essence of life
For them no need the Holy Scriptures
So, am I worse than the other creation of the world!
I learn which are taught to me
I learn everything but forget to teach myself
- March 26,2018 Chittagong
Beliefs, rituals myths... are like organs of religions,
To god and goddesses, in respect, we fear like pigeons;
Apollo, Artemis, Athena, and Ares... of Greece,
Presided over by Zeus and Hera, did fear increase...!
Sumeria, Columbia, India, and Egypt,
Though varied, like treasures, had their age-old religious script;
Philosophers or poets or saints or serenely sages,
Invoked gods and goddesses before beginning their pages...!
John Milton called on the Spirit; darkness to illumine,
Lift his soul from mundane; always to dwell, in the divine;
Denise Levertov had his reason to make his house yarn,
Like a bear; and the snow blocking all the entrances, darken...!
Christians begin thoughts, words, and deeds with the Lord's great Prayer,
Muslims submit supplications - Dua - with great love and care;
Hindus chant Mantras, holding sacred power and virtue,
Sikh Akaal Moorat, Ajooni, Saibhang... have great value...!
The Eternal God living in me, I invoke, in awe,
Alla or Guru or Mohammad, or Christ of love-law;
Illuminate my lone paths in ways I do not know how,
To them, in love, sincere worship... ever I humbly bow...!
May my life, like mirrors, reflect your love, to each and all!
May yearnings of mine, like streams, in you ever rise and fall!
May no harm to any beings, in my heart spring at all!
May my soul, like a waiter, stand ready to heed your call...!
20 October 2021