sweltering heat waves
smiles, and uproars of cute kids ~
cool delightful pools
Categories:
uproars, summer,
Form: Haiku
Relative.
Subjective.
Freedom fighters?
Protective?
They are pieces manuvered
In the great game of life.
They often stoke uproars,
Violence and strife!
Rights are considered
A pathway to peace.
To enforce Discriminations
And Persecutions grips to release.
Rights belong to all.
And absolutely to none.
Sometimes they help
Society to move on.
From conception we each
Have the right to live.
When wronged, we have
The right to forgive.
But one right, a right we
All want to have and to be,
The right we desire
Is to be happy.
Such a right is down
To the way that we are.
Who are we at heart?
Why does it sometimes seem far?
Rights often fall
To each one their choice
No matter how loud or
How quiet their voice.
But in claiming our own,
Let's not deny others theirs.
With rights come responsibility.
Let's live our right to care.
Written 6th December 2021
For the "Human Rights Contest"
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
uproars, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Unveil the unpleasant
The ultimate urge, an ulcer in today's urban undertaking
Unavoidable but still unmasked, underlining an unrealistic utopia for the unhappy
The unappreciated upgrade
Utilizing uppers to untangle from their upsets while the unpopular upload to upscale and unite
The ugliest kind of uplifting in our upbringing
Unconscious upstairs or just unaware
An ultimatum uttered upon the undermined for a brief untrustworthy unification of self
Unable to uproot from the unlimited upas-like upheavals used and yet undiscovered
It is urgent we unearth this unhallowed use of unfamiliar utensils
Undo the unruly sense of uselessness and uphold ourselves from this unrelenting universe
Utmost ungratefulness and unconscientious uproars underfoot could lead to an unfortunate union with your urn
Categories:
uproars, abuse, addiction, culture, dark,
Form: ABC
Ruckuses uproars and turmoil
But that was not all
That our ears perceived
Bloodshed carnage and bloodbath
Of our own bloods
That was what our eyes lived with.
Our bodies were tripped over, tied up, tasered
Spanked, flogged, scourged and savored
By the inhuman communities.
With blood leaking out
From swelled veins
And with lesions and cicatrices
Getting deeper with every perforations
While we sat fragile, worn
Looped lassoed and shackled in silence
Watching shadows and scenes
of assaults, electrocutions, bashing
Decollation and alive burns
Beckoning to deaths
And we are some of the bondage survivors
From a world without peace and enslaved.
~Nayanika Dey
Categories:
uproars, abuse, courage, freedom, holocaust,
Form: Free verse
Insurmountable
Instead of shaking hand with smiles
The gentle man with tie in neck
Bent his head bloating throat of haste
White face turned red pollution of blade
Conclusion made a rough sketch
Only spending in vain these fabulous days
Far from the internet roars and uproars thrilled
Hands with hats and hoods display of face
A major case was blown hither thither
Humans were treated with harsh race
Believing so case demanded withdrawal of chase
Symptoms blurred in TV this morning I face
A pigeon was lifting a written piece
Glimpse of modern days puffed sad sad
chemistry was excusable for peace and bliss
But dwarfing creeds and beliefs from human face.
Democracy.
Categories:
uproars, abortion, discrimination, faith,
Form: Blank verse
~Luxurious Lady~
(The Wordsmith)
Beautiful beyond belief
Enchantingly enduring ensemble
Autumn again assents
Unleashing unruly uproars
Taciturn tender tendrils
Ideal images impact
Fall, fascinating face
Uncanny, ultra unique
Luscious, luxurious lady
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
October.25.2015
Categories:
uproars, autumn, beautiful, beauty, color,
Form: Free verse
A Peculiar Life
Nothing is miracle to me
Clock doesn’t belong to me
I’m always on my chime
Who made diurnal and nocturnal?
You or your forefathers?
Or, progenitors or those stars and planets?
Who, why and where, begin and vanish?
As a bubble in the ocean upon my womb
All are my sons, I belong to them.
Atoms are overwhelming
Not considering foreign objects.
Seeing its promulgation, time turns neck
No rule, no law, no compassion, or
A flow of infinite fragrance, always.
No starts’ alert, nor bother of tedious
A course of action never towards ends.
Opposition’s uproars as if in next term
Need of evacuees or thoughts of demises.
Neither commences, nor courtesy
Speed, a course in the path of faith.
Always desolated, a effect of consciousness
Only winning event there seems in realm, always.
Time does have a peculiar life, a belief always.
Categories:
uproars, birth, life, truth,
Form: Concrete
Darkness
It appears rain will be cats and dog
Clouds are likely to dark black in the sky.
Hope to reach first at home.
When tides uproars furiously.
Boats are floating like it will be drown soon.
An evening without sun sets at west or yellowish
moon.
Only there full of dark and dark.
Lightning strikes with lights in my boat.
Boat is fully swinging like up and down.
It seems always boat will be drowning soon.
My mind awakes to get rid off that black sky.
In my heart this darkness penetrates why.
sakha
Saroj khan
Categories:
uproars, adventure, dark, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Petals of flower fades
Petals of flower fades
In no time drops.
Miscreants are to be punished for Rapes
She murmurs.
Beasts of jungle uproars
Beasts are fond of Tortures.
Want to survive with wishes.
Prey but million failures.
Nice tender flower will be burnt out.
Dust of petals blows throughout.
We are ashamed to our daughters’ honors.
Tear in eyes of millions.
Miscreants are to be punished for rapes.
Petal of flower drops.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Categories:
uproars, dark, daughter, flower, flower,
Form: Classicism
Seeing your reflection, no beauty except for yours,
Looking at a mirror, imagination in uproars.
Silence ever after, no melody has it,
So monotone, lacking creativity and wit.
You cannot look at a window, only through,
For a window has a ideas and knowledge to rescue
Windows let thoughts escape your mind and soar
A window is always open even if it is closed for ever more.
A mirror shows you no life, melody or soul,
A window explains things in a hidden way that's whole
A mirror cannot lie, though it tells so many deceptions
While a window is real and not a trick of perception.
To see the present, this bland reality
Or to see the future, what could be
To look and see those "what ifs" come true
That's the difference between a mirror and you
Categories:
uproars, hope, introspection, life, mirror,
Form: Quatrain
i see the "perfect" families and "perfect" friends
but what is perfect when lies set the trends?
i see the people who are held back from their dreams
but who is to say they have to follow mainstreams?
i see the kids who have to live on their own
but why won't the reality be shown?
we tend to disregard what goes on behind closed doors
but what are you going to do when the problem uproars?
i want to see the day that we live in trust instead of fear
i want to see the day when everything is sincere
i want to live in a day that we will revere
Categories:
uproars, hope, peaceday, day,
Form: Free verse
i pick up flowers from the pages of the calendar
and scatter them on the picture-frame
of my dwelling place
sometimes the spring comes
sometimes the buddhist monastery
along the pitch road of the city
thousand counts of uproars
the mess-building that is situated
on the top of the coconut-tree
has also joined the march-past
and who miss the last train
i offer them glasses of tea
as an anti-war campaigning
the plastic-made afternoons
hoist the flag of nail-polish
as there is no water-bottle
around your neck
the assembly of choosing
one’s bridegroom oneself
has rejected you
Categories:
uproars, fantasy
Form: Prose Poetry