Short Wielder Poems

I am a pen-wielder
A word bender
Making sense
Off assumed nonsense
Passing timeless messages
With few words
Causing my pen with ease
To bleed my thoughts....

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If you were to be beheaded in days gone by
The axe wielder, one hoped, was an experienced guy
Make it good, really good news
Close is good only in horseshoes
Blood loss would be draining and eventually you die

STRANGE!!!...

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peals the bell of sweetest sweet romance,
Where Mystic Rose begins to memorise the dance,
where love was sweetest ever known,
where passion was mesmerised and overthrown,
by the mystic wielder of the lance,
suggestive in its very overtone...

Don...

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“To love, or not to love?” that is the point,
the focus which men lose beyond disjoint.
To be a god among men, and unloved,
is woe: even wild beasts are not unmoved
by these fragmented, lone, unearthly souls,
for whom the scroll of history unrolls.
Man, being so much better than feral beasts,
should eschew (and end!) the vile, evil feasts
of his ire: then love these wide-browed seers, men
and women like the wielder of this pen.

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I can accept many things cordially
Old, new, history, science, philosophy
And at the same time, I can't accept many
Beliefs, disbelief, truths, false hypocrisy

I'm human by flesh and blood
I'm wielder of my own thought,
A conductor of a good and bad sort
Independence is my manners fort

I'm not a robot, dogma is not a fixed staple in me
So no feud is applicable in bringing peace globally


© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
10/05/2023...

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