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Everybody's bashing Putin week!
Putin's Fallsky
While Putin is doing the Kazatsky
Ukrainians praise the famous Banksy
Putin fell down and went hide’n
Graffiti we all took pride’n
Amid the ruins of war, flowerings of artsy
An artist known as Robin Gunningham
Resides in Bristol, near Tom Cunningham
Paints of war’s grim hypocrisy
Where Putin heads plutocracy
Embraced by a conscience that gives a dam
by I Am Anaya
Bansky's Bravado
With stealth and bravado he's in a rush
He works with passion and departs in a hush
His bold art in Ukraine
Drives Vlad Putin insane
He's Banksy our hero with message and brush
by Robert Gorelick
Lord, let your love burn so hot in me
That no hate can abide in my presence,
nor occupy the same space with me.
When I enter phase two of eternity,
May my first phase continue to inspire
May the works of my hands
Build indestructible structures.
May the deeds of my heart
Bind wounds and heal hurts.
May the travels of my feet
Deliver aid and comfort.
May the words of my mouth
Be fitting words, filled with life.
Lord, some things I have not understood;
But I have always known that you are good.
And when you decide that it's my time,
May I leave a trail of Godliness behind.
103121PS
actually aware that times are changing
i go back to the norm and the gravely familiar
comfort and warmth there works for me
regardless of all that i am obviously missing
that is, until i decided to grab some of the keys and turn some of the locks
the amazement of the ease of all the experiences and the life skills and life lessons learned brought forth unexpected regrets that were already there as an invisible, gripping pain
before i get to old, i think that i will blow the off the dust and clean off the rust of some of the remaining keys
once i see what is on the other side of some of those remaining doors, i may keep going and change my name to sam beckett
actually more clarified that my time is running out much quicker than my sleepy mind thinks
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The Lure Of The Beast is the Wolf Man's Werewolf Dream.
It was written by Samia Arroyo and it inspired the following theme;
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He stalks and pounces upon his prey. He savagely needs now to be fed,
and that's when the wolf man arose from his sleep in his make shift bed.
It had all been a dream about that werewolf thing,
or was he unconsciously experiencing a state of true wolf being?
The howls of the distant pack are what awakened him.
He recognizes the howl. The pack has made a killing
and like a true werewolf the wolf man claims his filling
by giving the carcass a very thorough butchering.
He claims all the prime meat he'll preserve, cook and prepare,
but every other pack member will also all get a full equal share.
No longer did the wolf pack risk losing their kill to a grizzly bear.
not as long as their Wolf Man was there.
He could butcher a complete carcass and be out of there
long before there would be any sign of any bear,
leaving behind the wolves to run off and comfortably eat their share.
The Wolf Man and his pack had a relationship beyond compare.
There wasn't anymore fighting or dominating among the wolf pack.
The Wolf Man was alpha, all the wolves agreed with that.
He made every one of their kills count, the pack's bellies were always fat,
but every now and then, the werewolf dream comes back.
The werewolf dream still haunts him occasionally.
I believe It's just his inner wolf attempting to break free.
The more time he spends with this pack, the more a wolf he will be.
At times he must be a werewolf with a savage cold heart
especially when hunger pangs continue to grow closer apart.
but the Wolf Man's life is anything but all dark.
The wolves make his life here in the wild a lot much less harsh.
They do the hunting and the killing
he does the butchering and the dispensing.
It works well for the wolves and it works well for him.
The Wolf Man and his wolves are co surviving.
Like a body needs a head to start
So does a poem need a title smart
A title is like an anchor that holds it apart
Held down,keeping it steady right from the start
Till you flow into the middle of a poems heart
Into verses we need to compart
Every poem converts into works of art
Captivating from the start to engage
The title on top makes the spark rage
Words are like characters on stage
Emotions and feelings expressed on center page
The body flows with the framework of age
Releasing your thoughts locked up in a cage
As we read the title once more to re-engage.
30.4.2021
Contest Name: What’s in a title in 14-20 lines
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November 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 1-4
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CALLING US
UNTO HIS FELLOWSHIP
Praise be to God for calling us unto His fellowship as His:
Called saints according to His Scriptures
Committed servants with His sacrifice-seal
Courageous soldiers, secured by His steadfastness
Consecrated stewards, sanctified along His security
Contented seekers, settled around His satisfaction’s sufficiency
I Corinthians 2:5 Praise be to the Lord for making
our faith stand on His power, not upon:
Men’s wisdom
Money’s worth
Miracles’ wealth
Mysteries’ works
Management’s ways
Maximization’s width
Materialism’s welcome
1Corinthians 3:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
inviting us to be labourers together with Him:
Planting while protected by His plan
Perspiring, being prodded in His propelling
Persevering to be purposeful along His plan
Praying with peacefulness around His promises
Progressing toward prosperity through His precepts
Pursuing for perfection in His powerful performance
Producing midst poverty with His provisions and providence
1Corinthians 4:1 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for guiding us
being His ministers:
Doing His will with dedication
Driven to His work with dedication
Dealing with co-workers with discretion
Desiring for His wisdom with determination
Delighting in His worship with devotion. Amen!
November 28, 2024
Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
If there wicked hands will ever catch you,
Your body will be mutilated in pieces,
And then, you would never be able to see,
My beloved to convey my message, dear letter.
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 13th May 2010 to continue in 6
Background of this Epic
The Patradoot was written originally by my late father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India became free in 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman &
Gandhi’s non-violent soldier. For many times he was
imprisoned for many months and sometime, even for more
than a year. He dedicated the entire writing work to his
dear wife, my late mother, who was also a co-partner with
him in the freedom struggle in creating mass awareness.
During one such imprisonment at Faizabad jail, he wrote
this epic and sent it to my mother secretly as a gift for her
and to get it printed & circulated among the masses to
create awareness for India’s freedom. The book was
printed by my mother in Hindi and some of this epic were
circulated also, but the British confiscated the book and the
press of my father around 1933. I was born in 1950 in a free
India. I am trying to bring this great writing of my father in
English which portrays more than the translation of the epic,
so the world may come to know about this otherwise lost
and forgotten great great writing and the sacrifices of my
patents towards India’s freedom struggle.
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947
and devoted rest of his life in writing easy mass literature
and wrote many Dramas, Poetry books, epics etc. All his
other literary works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class works could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.
Ravindra
Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Kutil Kuron Me Pur Kur Unke,
Aunga Bhunga Ho Jayega,
Purna Roop Se Priya Darshan Ko,
Phir Tu Kabhi Na Payega.
Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
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Stop now, the challenge tag.
Your works are mere living snag
Bearing the giant cover flag.
Tracking down chances' wills
Exporting thy Awesome quills
Into many languages mills...
Someone using your head;
Imagine you lay your bed,
Another sleep tight dead.
In style comfortably-
To dreaming appreciably
Thy weird nights veritably.
As a smart team leader
Engaging virtual fender
Collate all engender.
Truly, it should be fine.
Hearts cheer gladly to assign
Bards' twine for tag's guideline.
Where all are for the same,
No one only dares to aim
Achieves without a team.
May thy labors be vain!
Who toys others' toils for gain.
Subscribing not their pains...
Let their lights become fright!
That with joy, sadness alight
To dwell faulty delight...
Design their vision's grave;
Timing piracy they crave...
Rare languages engrave!
Amen!!!
Mother, you are God given.
Sent to me from heaven.
Clothed in strength and dignity.
With love and care,
That's extraordinarily great.
You are an angel in the shape of a mother.
A guardian through any kind of weather.
I want you to live, till your back is bent.
You made it through times.
Hard and good,
With a cheerful smile on your face.
You always laughed about days to come.
Even when no one else saw the light.
You were always optimistic.
You opened your mouth with wisdom.
Teachings of kindness on your tongue.
Mother, other women have done excellently.
But you surpass them all.
You are my greatest inspiration.
A shoulder for me to lean on,
That never lets me down no matter the situation.
Blessed are the works of your hands.
I pray to God everyday,
That I make you proud before your chosen day.
I love you mother.
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~Placed First
HE STOOD IN FRONT
OF PEOPLE WHO THOUGHT
OF HIM AS BEING RIGHT
IN THIS TIME
AND RIGHT IN ALL TIMES
THAT HIS POSITION AGAINST
POEMGRINNING WAS RIGHT
AND THOSE WHO OPPOSSED
THIS POSITION WAS/ WERE WRONG.
THE LEFT THE DEFINTION OF
POEMGRINNING OPEN, AND ALLOWED
THOSE WHO OPPOSSED CERTAIN POETS
TO TAKE POSITION AGAINST THEIR WORKS.
AND TO CITE DIFFERENCES AND SAMENESS'
AMONG THE WORKS OF THESE WRITERS.
THEN ONE STOOD AND SAID,
THAT BEYOND THE SCOPE OF WORDS, AND IN THE
EXPRESSION OF THE AUTHERS INTENT.
MIGHT THE RIGHTS OF THESE POETS BE CONTESTED
AND THE VEIWS OF THIS PANEL CHANGED
THAT THESE VEIWS ARE WRONG IN THESE TIMES
AS THEY WERE WRONG IN THOSE TIMES.
MIGHT THE EXPRESSIONS AND GOODWILL
OF PEOPLE HAVE MERCY ON YOUR
DISCRIPTIVE SOULS!
THEY TOLD THEM TO CHANGE THEIR LYRICS OR THE POET'S SOCEITY WOULD MAKE IT DIFFICULT FOR THERE WORKS TO BE PUBLLISHED!
A STORY OF GAMM'S AND GRINNING!