Short Part And Parcel Poems
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The material world
is immaterial
The world of consciousness
is conscious
That the physical world
Is part and parcel of
Consciousness
Believe on You as Creator of everything of this universe
But hate is part and parcel for another creeds and deeds
O’ God; am I true believer of You?
-December 27, 2018 Chattogram
Trump Mustered Out
We met Trump at mustering gate
And see him we could hardly wait
Failed having bone spurs in feet
Now is part and parcel of elite
How can a moron others educate?
Jim Horn
From the hewer of wood
to the Prince of his tribe
From the drawer of water
to the meticulous scribe
We are all part and parcel
of humankind...
gracing God's cosmos
~ intertwined
THE WHOLE UNIVERSE IS A BIGGEST HOME
WE ARE PART AND PARCEL OF IT AS MEMBERS
UN SEPARABLE EVEN AFTER DEATH
IN CHANGED FORMATION
Form:
12 o'clock is too soon
Eyes still in spasm fury
Blinking blindly, blinking blindly
Insomnia part and parcel
Outcast by colourful days
I clock watch, crippled
When I cannot make a world pause
My pillows awaits at 2am
Their roses attend me
Walls of elation
Wasting on a waking world
My dismayed heart lies failing
Form:
You should not be embarrassed
or shy when sometimes something
embarrassing taints your pride;
it can be a karaoke gone wrong,
a misspelling of a verse in church,
wardrobe dysfunction in a public space....
You should remember that everyone poops-
no need to hide as you get into the toilet;
it's part and parcel of life.
The Divine of me
knows me better than
self – therefore, when
I am selfless I seem
closer to the Divine...but not
truly far from self...for we are
part-and-parcel, sharing
the same spirit, substance
of all matter; it is the matter
when looking out or
looking in – the eyes of
man in God...or the eyes
of God in man….
As an Englishman's home
is his castle,
I abide in my own abode
part and parcel,
but as I'm always being told,
by the trouble and strife
(Cockney for 'wife'),
how to behave
in my own house,
whenever the rules I waive,
I must ask, I have to say,
"Why am I not Lord
of all that which I survey?"
WOMB -
Dark and deep inside.
Suffocated and unconscious.
Soul inherits the body.
A new child is born.
In between -
Joys and griefs.
Part and parcel of life.
TOMB -
Life breathes its last.
Soul abandons the body.
Back to the eternity.
Back to dark and deep inside.
From womb to tomb
The soul-cycle continues
From tomb to womb.
The stars lead
and I follow – Your
darkness deepens
and I wade in – Primal!
There are no charts for
such hazardous journey.
Light and darkness
both omnipotent in their
own illustrious ways.
Puppy enchantment
morphing to howling pack. Following
the blood-lust scent. Nature warns. Heaven
cringes. But it is a ruse they dissuade
both part and parcel
of the insatiable "Rite Of Spring".
Love and hate are the
part and parcel of life
Peace and war are the
costant processes in this world……
Health and diseases come
one after another
Like the nights and days
following each other…….
Sun and moon eluminate this world
periodically one after another
The omnipotent removes all
the evils from the world…..
Men never live for ever
in this universe
But he can live for ever
in memories of others……
A surreal chance encounter
began when I bumped into her
one lovely, Sunday afternoon
while walking Fairview avenue.
Both she and I apologized
then looked into each others eyes.
It was at that very moment
the eyes revealed our involvement:
we had once been husband and wife
living a former different life
but now gaze through and into
different colored eyes, once blue.
We recognized our mated souls
part and parcel of over-soul.
It’s been a while
since I wore a smile
I cannot tell you why
but, it will not make me cry
being a little dour
for a minute or an hour
makes one realise
that gloomy skies
and being a little sad
isn’t really all that bad
all it is, is the coin’s other side
part and parcel of this magical ride
and when the skies are clear again
very rarely do we feel great pain
it’s all just part of the up and down
sometimes a monarch and sometimes a clown.
Holly love's treasures
minds keep busy with children
hearts' part and parcel
Oceans never dry
being mothers always cry
when children get hurt
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL MOTHERS OF THE WORLD FROM BL DEVNATH
Elevated railroad tracks
Abandoned long ago
Have been transformed into a place
Where grass and flowers grow.
With benches made of wood or stone
And artwork interspersed,
The desolation and despair
Have all but been reversed.
If visiting the city
Is a plan that you have made
Then walk upon the High Line
And behold what’s there displayed.
It’s part and parcel of the town
But also quite unique
So stroll the High Line if
A New York feeling’s what you seek.