The tongue has always power to exert,
acting, reacting and interacting
if not extreme introvert.
Function of tongue
is to voice your thoughts :
Whether you want to honour
or to make love or to console
somebody, even if like to abuse
someone, prompt way to use
power in your tongue.
You are free to use power of tongue
in a polite way or can be rough or tough
becoming arrogant.
You can utter syllables in humourous style.
It's upto your choice, how you will voice !
Tongue is in romantic mood to express love.
Tongue of political leader is ready
to impress audience.
Revengeful person uses tongue being cruel and crude.
Tremendous shock makes tongue unmovable.
Two people and a dream
It is easy to start a war, send up a rocket, and get one in return and spiteful words lead to hatred of the sort
the consumes the soul and reason disappears in the fog
of odium that can only end in the slaughter of a nation
The military invasion of Gaza began with righteous anger and a thirst for revenge, but now as vengeance
has been sated it is time to end this if it is not too late
the political leader of the invading nation is tired, he knows he was overreaching himself to his enemies at home's delight, his face drawn and depressed as he senses the prize to pay for failure, a political death
His name will forever be the one who started a war that
nearly brought his own country into nuclear ashes only
stopped by those he had hated the most
In the end, we might live to see a country of two people
where religion is a private affair that does not interfere in the daily life of the people
And this nation shall be mighty and bring peace to a region that has, for too long, been in the shadows of so many
wars suffered where much blood has been spilled
Pakistan is at the moment in a grip of a quagmire led by all the institutions that have been most shamefully compromised by greed of unlawful wealth and illegal control of it's rich resources.Imran Khan being an honest,brave and sincere Political leader seems to be the only hope left for helpless Pakistanis who can get them out of the current economic chaos and anarchy.Imran Khan has said that the country is passing through a decisive moment in its history and the victory in ongoing struggle against“corrupt mafia and status quo”would lead to the creation of‘Naya Pakistan’.“It is a decisive moment,the old status quo and mafias were resisting and trying to save themselves.But public supported my party and in the struggle for the rule of law,”Each new Alien Chief in Pakistan behave like a King,above every Law from last 70 years.His working team Members Top 10 Generals are like the Royal Family carry out Pakistan official engagements in and overseas. These engagements vary greatly,from visits to community initiatives,to welcoming visiting Heads of State, meeting guests at official Parties and presenting members of the public with their honours at Investiture ceremonies.
Last night
it was a whispering wind
All the windows
I had left open
An impressive poetry
of the wind in
the mosquito net
So said Jean-Paul Sartre
With your geometry
I was doing red and blue
calligraphy
Now it's a sullen morning
Sky wearing a cloud coat
Nowhere a speed boat
However
I regard it as good
Had the life been
a monotony of
only swollen mosquito nets
the calligraphy would
obviously have lost
its curvy geometry
There
you are bending down
picking flowers
from the ground
the brown gown
touching the long grass
I am a woodpecker
with a crush
forgetting my breakfast
The door bell rang
I came to
The newspaper
A political leader arrested
for taking bribe
A scribe under threat
Rattling cups and plates
in the kitchen
In the distant park
a young girl engrossed
in a chatting session
with the sunflowers
10 DOWNING STREET
Six years ago on 10 Downing Street,
Tourists by the score we did meet,
Fascinated by the pomp and splendor
England’s Political leader, in his famous home,
Safe from the crowds, having tea
A discreet meeting at
This Historical house,
Trumpets, guards, I didn’t care
About a sign that said “Beware,
Horses may kick or bite”,
I stroked his nose in spite,
Of the sign,
This horse was adorable, a fine
Regal animal who sniffed my hand,
I felt honored, so grand,
Not about the goings on around me,
But that the horse and I connected,
I immediately loved him, infatuated!
Thank You said the sign at the end,
All I knew I found a life long friend.
I have never forgotten that horse
I let love take it’s sad course,
And had to say goodbye,
But she maybe he and I,
Would remember
That day in September,
Where among the pomp and splendor,
A horse and human secretly bonded,
Despite a sign, written boldly, a warning,
Not to go near,
But I showed no fear,
The absolute highlight of our holiday,
Despite a slight drizzle and a grey
Sky it was my
Moment, my horse!
Thousands martyred
in
wars
which continue to
plague mankind
Thousands - sometimes millions
Do you really believe you
can stop that with your poems?
All poets out there
in the darkness
I don't believe you can
As much as I like poems
I don't think they will "save the world"
Yet there is always the chance
your worlds will reach the eyes
of a political leader
HE(or she) may be moved to action
for the sake of peace
Louis Riel
My fourth cousin removed his name is Louis Riel
Was a visionary fiery leader but had met up with turmoil
Some of his kin were proud descendants of
French Canadian coureurs debois
A spiritual and political leader
For the Metis people of the Canadian prairies.
Louis Riel: Born Oct. 22/1844 at Red River Colony
Died Nov, 16/1885 at Regina, Saskatchewan.
Politics
Polytricks!!
Sucking us like ticks
Good things befall the 'leader'
And we are left in the need of a healer
No.. political leader...
Tampering with humanity—
Animality!
Trying to lead people to emancipation
Is like leading a snake to masturbation
Brainwashed zombies
Conltrolled like machines
I wonder what is marshing in—
In times of need
We need a lot of time
All to embrace
We shall win the race
No matter the race
Everything will gain its face
New,will be the phase
Peace
this poem is about an assasination of a political leader in my country 'Tunisia'
may he rest in peace
From circles of spoon hiding honey in your cafe cream skin
rise the smell of workers,bees and caffeine ...
From the bread of golden wheat,humming:our LAND is fertile
rise your sunny morning smile ...
FREEDOM is your will to cross the street
riding the blue morning wind...red roses grow under your feet
who has never seen a clear sky,never let the doves on their own,
who has not seen you,dump his face in the dirt like sheep do
I have seen wolves hiding among sheep that day
Cowardice in both is the one who kill you
NATIONAL DIGNITY: I cry on crows to go away
your body left to feed the earth, never saying Adieu
I don't believe in gods, neither shepherd's rule
their justice is soaked with blood and wool
when all sheep learn that there's no difference between
the shepherd and the wolf : they will learn also
the LAND, FREEDOM, and NATIONAL DIGNITY.
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