Long Slums Poems

Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, 
Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time.

Through seasons it molds
...Once hushed now bold
We rise like a chorus harmonizing 
...In this vast of an eternal fold.

For...

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Tribute to The Street Kids of Mumbai Documentary  


I  used to pick pockets
And steal tomato at the market place
I beg on the streets of Mumbai, India’s largest city
I stop drivers and ask for...

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Love birds:
intro:
love had a chance, 
sell am feelings to im fans. 
 make kudi komot for ha dance.  
 everyone enjoys am for jams, 
specially wen im show a prance. 
 am owners think...

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LOVE BIRDS:
INTRO:
Love had a chance, 
Sold her feelings to his fans.
Made money out of her dance. 
Everyone enjoys her at jams, 
specially when she shows a prance.
Her owners thought she was in a safe hands.
After...

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Patradoot or The Messenger26 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


These Indian women, who were called salves of man,
And even...

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This is Lagos-
a welcoming address to all dignities
an old sermon preached by three wisemen
no praises or pleasantries at the entrance gate
Come and face your death or life warrant
in a no man's land but everyone's home
The...

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As soon as I landed, Radju, I concluded that these people live like Gods –
Fairy tale like empty airports, queer roads and on them driving cars handsome studs.

One-piece glass in windows and Dutch ware toilets...

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pandemoniac incredulity sweeps the fat globe

illusion in disguise and sweet dreams of equality 

the grim reaper measures invincible destruction

finally attempts to be fair at least once in a life time

‘fear not for I am a...

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The grandeur of my life are elusive
Mine ain't melioration; it's oppression
My free life is cramped by chains of servitude
And shout out loud I mustn't 
Because even the power of my tongue is tied
Blank in me...

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The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane,
    a fictional psychiatric hospital and prison:
part of the DC comics and first appearing in Batman #258, 1974,
referred to as the Arkham Asylum situated in...

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At first it was nothing
Other people had it; I didn't care
Then it became something with him just lying there
Short of breath, short of air
I took him in, but it was too much
No medical plan, no...

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I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll spread the message with its fires
Towards the planets with holocausts or killings
A poem that’ll talk about reality amongst the 
Communities tortured and marginalized
A poem...

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Booker MaCline stared out with his young eyes
at the rolling hills and trees of great sizes,
West Virginia’s landcape, so much different,
the plane ride here every dollar had spent.

It was quieter then old Chicago,
who's slums for...

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Our Love

Our love, like hydrogen's bond,
Is the simplest, yet profound.
Like helium's lightness, we float,
In each other's arms, we bloat.

Lithium's fire ignites within,
A spark that's always been.
Beryllium's strength is our foundation,
A love built with determination.

Carbon's essence...

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O Rich man in purple and fine linen draped
With your lavish home beautifully landscaped
Extravagant, faring suptuously everyday
Please cast your eyes upon us beggars we pray
And on Lazarus whom we have brung to you from the...

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I never knew she was bleeding and pleading,
Until I turned to see the blood in her eyes,
And the agonies tearing her apart.
Rejected and dejected, she gasps for breath, 
Humiliation and intimidation - written all over...

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At the cradle of my nightmares,
My future is a horror film,
I track my ghosts,
Like a junkie in withdrawal.
I am a true clandestine calamity,
A mass grave of silent suffering,
A candelabra of pain soothed by dirty money,
I...

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In dark corners of my heart’s slums,
		I have sat and sobbed,
		For some strange pleasure,
		A poor man is robbed.

		With every single gesture,	
		And all the words they had to say,
		My wounds turned greener,
		And the pain was here...

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A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 2

I was again charmed 
By the singing of Koyal’s song
As the Koyal was still singing her “Kuhoo kuhoo” 
In her full throated ease with her melodious...

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We owe it to our doctors 
 


We owe it to our doctors… 
The ones who took it to be part of Sun Pharma’s greater mission;
 
To prevent disease rather cure
Cure and control if that happens at all; 
Defying...

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My hometown, my lost friend,
Thank you for greeting me once again,
at a time when we both are lost.
When I wander your streets,
you also wander within me,
weaved into my thoughts.
Winding down to your core,
to the oldest...

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Story of Afghanistan

The barren land of my birthplace
Green at times but screening a rocky face
Known for thousands of years for its warrior race
Let me tell you the truth,
No one really wanted this “space”.

Up until two...

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Tattle cries are just as loud as battle cries, 
but the difference is 
tears from mannequins dry on untouchable skin. 
You may have a purpose, but your attempt at a movement 
is motionless because your...

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Lord have mercy on my soul
I know you never you wanted to see your your son walking in the cold
Hanging out in the slums, 
I have hundreds of thousands of dollars why am I hanging...

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She!
Intimated by guilt broken by perplexity
Waiting for the love her life but until then,
committed to memories of forlorn moments
Threading on the joy rides of halcyon days.

 
Her! 
Heart of a woman in the depths solitude...

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