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Learn Revolutionary Period History
Drastic changes, uprisings in every country
Rise of Capitalism, emergence of Socialism
Awakening of Nationalism, revolts against Imperialism
Dramatic developments in the field of technology
Fighting for ideology, fighting against slavery
Many colonies sought independence from their colonizers
Led by revolutionaries like the Sepoys & the Boxers.
-12/15/2017
(Dumarao
*WHN Poems
The revolutionary
The revolution germinated in my womb,
The tenderness and care never negotiated.
The external pressures never an obstacle,
The birth of the world’s most beautiful era bloomed.
Came the dawn of surprises after a storm,
The ship swayed hither to thither.
The fight and insurrection had already begun,
The world’s most beautiful and the strongest life was born.
The trunk was burned and she just witnessed,
Holding the hands of the needy and the swayed.
Detached yet focused, marching to the goal,
With slogans and spirits high she bore in her heart.
Sheltered was she, but the discontent seeped out,
In an urge to reach the pinnacle of the dream,
Reminders and warnings kept she to herself,
To be the spectator and observer of her own play.
Sandhya T.P.
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden sits, in white array,
Upon the steps of ancient stone,
A temple's grandeur, all her own.
Her dark tresses cascade, like night,
Down her back, a gentle, flowing light,
Adorned with jewels, shining bright,
A headband, earrings, and a necklace's delight.
Her arms, crossed over knees so fine,
A pose of contemplation, divine,
As if lost in thought, she sits and stays,
Amidst the spires, that touch the cloudy rays.
The temple's carvings, intricate and old,
Tell tales of myths, and stories untold,
The sky above, a cloudy sea,
Adds to the serenity, of this scene, so free.
In this serene and peaceful place,
The maiden's beauty, is a work of art, a flame,
That burns, a gentle, peaceful light,
A moment captured, in the still of night.
Rest was a luxury black people weren't granted
Something we wanted
But couldn't afford it
Our survival was more important
Constantly looking over our shoulder
Wondering whilst we're walking
If this is our last moment
Internally we ask
Are we going to be murdered ?
This for us is a daily burden
Being tired is a privilege we don't get
We can feel tired
But we are not allowed to show it
Society deems our feelings to be unimportant
Because apparently black people are not allowed to be vulnerable
We are either seen as too aggressive or too emotional
But rest is something that we've earned
Something we deserve
Something we've come to learn
Is that we are not burdens
And our need for rest
Is not a weakness
And the most important thing is we put us And our families first
And that we won't be the world's carers
Anymore
Beneath the trees, a tale of a Tamil revolutionary,
As in history of tamils, the people viewed him as a legendary luminary.
'Thalaivar' the title he was given,
As his reputation was on a different level, when he was living.
Through fields of war, he engraved his name,
In a country torn by sorrow and pain.
As a sense of anger boiled in his heart,
He promised to never to be ripped apart.
Through endless killings and bloody battles,
He hunts the enemy like a tiger hunting cattle.
The roar of the tigers, the singeing flames of war,
As the tigers are ready to slice the enemy's jaw.
A dream of Tamil land to rise,
But at what cost, beneath the skies?
A price of peace, hope of salvation,
As soldiers have to sacrifice for his country's liberation?
A man of vision, of war, of pride,
Yet history judges all who stride.
A leader to some, a foe to others,
A paradox bound in the land of mothers.
As time moves on, the country's wounds and scars still abide,
His name reaches through the skies, far and wide.
Velupillai, the true Tamil warrior,
As his name rises through the ranks, of a true hero.
posture, strident
passion, defiant
discipline, sacrifice
one for all
sheds no tear for
those who fall
his ego small
the Cause is all
as some sleepers awake , revolutionary songs dominate.
September 19/2023
Do stand against them with all might. Their favor or disfavor
Is not what you have ever sought. Those who hanged their own saver,
The Judases whose shame resides for ever on their foul brows,
Are born of lies in lands of lies and false are their filthy vows.
They have once nailed their Messiah with two thieves of their own kind
To fool their dull-minded people who were then, as they're now, blind.*
Who on earth heeds dogs! Let them howl at your shining moon. Don't care.
They're such beasts, rotten to the core, not changing, beyond repair.
1. 21. 2023
* The allusion here is to the Bible. In the Koran and the Islmic faith, Jesus Christ (Peace Be upon Him) rose to Heaven before the Crucifixion; He is still living; and He will reappear to all at the end of the world.
No comments, please!
Cannons firing from the left and right
Taking place during America’s fight
A fight for independence
From England’s transcendence
Colonists paid increased taxes to England’s royalty
Causing wide spread disloyalty
The Continental Army and militias took up arms
Consisting of men who worked on farms
The fight was against the British crown
Outnumbered the colonists never backed down
Minutemen took to the street
While the British hoped for an easy defeat
Paul Revere took to the midnight ride.
Upwards of 40 men joined him in stride.
Never did he yell “The British are coming!”
Thinking otherwise may be unbecoming.
Revere never made it to Concord
He was detained by a British horde.
In the end, it was a stunning defeat
One that England did not want to repeat
General Cornwallis surrendered his sword
George Washington returned it to the lord
The Treaty of Paris solidified peace
Allowing the bloodshed to cease.
Fireworks coming from the left and right
Celebrating America’s victorious fight.
Remembering events from the past
Knowing our independence will last.
We are free thanks to them
Putting an end to the mayhem.
Mrs. Margaret 'Molly' Corbin:
A true Revolutionary War heroine.
When her husband in battle fell dead,
Though wounded, she fired his cannon instead.
All human lives matter.
They met in street rallies,
fighting for justice and change.
All pain and glory they shared,
handcuffed to the same chain,
whipped with the same police spray,
facing the same hanging judge,
taking the same heroic plea:
Not guilty. We stand against
greed, racism, war, and inequality.
We stand for humanity, one earth,
one identity.
But they were sent to separate jails,
did not diminish their love's scale.
Then they decided to get married
and finally got what they need
a night together, the warden's courtesy
which could have lasted for eternity.
But he was tortured and quietly buried;
she was unaware and constantly worried,
had a child she raised with her in prison,
taught him how to keep his composition.
The government fell and rebels got them freed;
both were super happy indeed, yet sad
when they learned of evil deed.
My love I swear to never forget
all that our sweet love beget.
Rest in peace my hero, my love,
my everlasting dove.
LOVE, REVOLUTIONARY MAGIC
The word, the love act
it's totally significant
and revolutionary ...
Plots beauty in ugliness,
joy in sadness ...
It is fullness in emptiness,
immensity in nothing,
union in disunity,
concord in discord,
I agree in disagreement,
peace in war ...
All. even without
reciprocity...
If shared,
it's multiple ...
divine ...!
Dressed for comfort and play
worn blue jeans
signature red jackets --
as red as the distinctive tricots
of revolutionary Bastille days --
their slide whistles shrieking
their drums booming defiance
chanting slogans
blocking rush-hour traffic
echoes of 'Madame Guillotine...'
These school-teachers
turned performance artists
torpedo sincere, generous proposals
to further the educational
and vocational prospects of
360,000 public school students
Yes it does!
Poetry contains
Revolutionary Power
It can alter landscapes,
tear down governments,
cause the populace
to rise up,
create a ruckus,
transform morals,
foster a new
way of thinking,
bring emotions
to a tempest,
entice new beliefs,
systematize evolution,
inform you,
all the while
functioning for the
good of humanity.
Revolutionary, the stance we took,
The freedom of iconoclastic paths
To justify rebellious avenues
That swayed the truth in plain objective wraths.
4/20/19
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Sponsor Gregory R Barden
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