Hitler was a short man
His horrors committed
atrocious and despicable
with Zionists he colluded
acts of depravity, unspeakable
Netanyansky
a polish man also of horrors fame
loves his genocide like his pierogi
in the dark loves his kotlet schabowy
If they had ever met
they would kiss and rub each others neck
in love with genocide
Golda Meir on her knees for both
A threesome of perversions
rejoicing on babies death
and licking of burnt human flesh
a cult of evil, that will be in the end
A short story
when Palestine becomes free
Two friends had emerged as fellows would,
And shook swore they ought not under oath
Be they two travelers, long time stood
They both looked at one pass par as good
The other went next to an outgrowth
And he took the one, twas just as near,
Yet trolling unwraps a likely stain,
As he was darkened amidst despair
He hoped and prayed his blessings is there
Not torn in shame but in truth remain
That two shared talking about that day
Reprieve steps taken accused of lack
So he held faith for another day
Still knowing all this from day to day
He know he will never stab his back
He'll face him and say, free for eyes see
In future time as his mind digest
Two souls emerged but one stood, twas he
He while one less friend, and lethal be
His absence made him like Icarus.
She acted her way into his heart.
The lovely actress was very smart
She new her brown eyes and figure so slim.
Would win his love, if she acted for him.
Her name was Meg, He was Harry
Before too long they would marry
He gave up being prince one day
Now they live happily in the USA.
Tagore says it mostly in incomplete lingering thoughts. The last line should equip you with a thousand more versatile ways, only do not pick up there, there is nothing to pick up there, in reluctance.
How do you knit a pattern? When are you true there? Are you not there, in full blown swing of completion?
De-glamorize your thoughts. Then only you will be able to see the worker bee, the one you are yearning to see, not the other one.You are an intended dress, not the dress yourself. You are a caller or a caller tune, there is an ocean between these two.
Love deeply. Love aimlessly. Then this will be less overwhelming , less intense to bear the pain within. Touch the olive tree still standing there in that grassy field, with the lush of green with the hue of red in the coloring fauna to mean something, meant only for you.
And then, you will find that you are not even an inch closer to Tagore, where you started in the very first place.
But never lose heart.
Tagore says it mostly in incomplete lingering thoughts…
There was a man whom fortune really blessed;
All things were brought to him at his behest.
Of cars he had not one but a whole fleet,
A spectacle when they were on the street.
This rich man’s cars were source of his great pride;
When he drove by, men looked at him green-eyed.
He had the fastest, smoothest, newest wheels--
They truly were the king of all mobiles.
There was another man who lived in town,
Who got the worst of fickle fortune’s frown.
He worked so hard to stay in this life’s game,
And dreamed to have just one car to his name.
As the rich man’s car collection increased;
The other poor man’s troubles never ceased;
So he grew old and dreamed when day was done
Of a Cadillac but he never had one.
The rich man died later as all men do--
And brought to the grave in a hearse not new:
It had been used so many times before
To bear the bodies, whether rich or poor.
Alas, the poor man also did expire!
Freed at last from too long in the mire.
His body was borne by a hearse that’s black--
The town’s newest elegant Cadillac.
March 26, 2023
Fairview, Baguio City
I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "the writers." I could shorten it - but why? *shrug*
Here's the link: (you have to add the https part)
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hope you like it!
I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "rose, bud and thorn" I could shorten it - but why? *shrug*
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What Moses could not see,
is revealed to you and me!
God's much-too holy Face :-)
In Christ, loves our human race
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I thought of the first couplet while meditating on: 33 Days to Morning Glory: A Total Consecration to the Father through Jesus Based on the Gospel of John
by Fr. Michael E. Gaitley, MIC. (Week 1: "Opening Characters," Day 1: "A Prophet Like Moses," pg. 32-33; Related to Bible readings: John 1:1-18 and Exodus 33).
I thought of the second couplet after I get home and reread it a bit...
I posted a New short story - "Flowers" - it was 483 characters to long for here.
It's under short stories it's called: "New Year's and strip clubs"
Here's a partial URL - you can't post a URL here (there are so many rules)
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/flowers_11899
I posted a piece that 1943 characters to long for here.
So, it's under short stories it's called: "New Year's and strip clubs"
Here's a partial URL - you can't post a URL here (there are so many rules)
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My latest piece is 422 characters too long for a poem - who decided that?
So, it's under "short stories"
It's called "eve 2022"
Here's most of the URL (because you can't post those here - oh, no.)
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/eve_2022_11888
My latest piece is too long for the poerty sectiob - it's in "Short Stories."
It's called 'an interview"
Here's MOST of the URL:
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/an_interview_10880
Hi Soupers,
Please do read my new short story about the birth of Jesus.
"MooMoo's Manger Story"
(I don't know how to edit it. I submitted it in paragraphs only, but it has come without any gaps. Sorry about that!)
I have a new piece that's 416 characters too long for the poetry section.
Called "shake it off"
the URL is:
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/shake_it_off_10825
I hope you like it =]
My latest piece is 388 characters too long for the poetry section.
So, I posted it in "Short Stories" (Other sites don't have this limit)
Here's the link...
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/stupid_10822
If you bother, I hope you like it
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