5/4/2024, Vaishali, Bihar
In a society where I live,
Pride is a class identity,
And pain is a class identity again.
The color of people is cast
Into white, brown, and black,
All shades of the same soil.
People born as kings, servants, or watchdogs.
I live in a village of divided lands—
Bhumihar fields, Mallah shores, Nunia, Teli, Sonar,
Brahman, Rajput, split like crops on the farm.
I belong to the Nai—
A class of servants, kings, and watchdogs, all in one.
The air hums with stories of the Nanda Dynasty,
Pride wrapped around our class like armor.
Yet, sorrow lingers in the gaze of those
Whose eyes are heavy with dirtied dreams.
I live in a society where identity is seen
In color, cloth, and words—
Old roots buried deep like the broken tree
By Abhishek Pushkarini,
Which falls, like us, at the feet of the upper class.
My tearful words often seem lost,
As each passing day etches more pain into hearts.
But these small hands carry the strength to resist
The cruel stares of a classed society.
In a society where I live,
Pride is a class identity.
Categories:
watchdogs, anger, deep, history, jealousy,
Form: Free verse
We're the watchdogs of the government
The voice to the voiceless
The hope to the hopeless
The way to your salvation
The path to your righteousness
The key to your pathway
We're journalists!
We keep you entertain
We communicate to the president the people's plight
We investigate the activities of corrupt leaders and make it known..
We risked our lives in the war front to cover stories
We don't collect gratification
One microphone changes the heterogeneous dispersed audiences view
We're journalists!
We make known the unknown
We visualised for your eyes to see
So many work behind the camera we actualised
We give justice to the unjust
We avoid segregation
We give orientation
We make many fame
Their names heard beyond the universe
Our content is a guide for all to follow
We solve the unsolved
We're wide!
We breached the language barrier
We make complex words simple for the layman
We provide platforms for your potential
You just imagine a world without communication Radio television and social media... You just imagine
Categories:
watchdogs, imagination,
Form: Free verse
“On the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.” – Peter Steiner
We need better watchdogs
protecting silly sheep,
falling prey to dark blogs,
the fox, weasel, and creep.
The trolls, so full of bull,
delight in being mean.
The phish will pull the wool,
while tiktok peacocks preen.
Beware the Trojan horse
sneaking into your house.
Cats rule the web, of course.
Point and click with your mouse.
Keep watching what you do,
creatures of cyber zoo.
Categories:
watchdogs, animal, computer, humor, social,
Form: Rhyme
Whispers from a golden sycamore,
it willingly dispenses green leaf secrets to us souls in autumn phase.
Branches creak but somehow never break despite the brittle onslaughts from an ever changing volatile environment.
Sagacious watchdogs for all seasons whose edges blur with every global warming or zero arctic plummet.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, surreal reckless slideshows... sideshows upon a wider world that’s scrambling to catchup.
Yet these stoic trees endure our wantoness so bravely,
the foiled attempts at damage limitation, those madcap retro schemes that flop like couch potatoes on a sofa.
Tall and proud they stand with stout forbearance.
Why not give your favorite tree a well-earned hug?
Categories:
watchdogs, blessing, color, emotions, encouraging,
Form: Prose Poetry
Storm trooper in name, in action party poopers,
pizzas like poops, the perfect pooper-scoopers.
Enjoying stuffs stale and stiff,
who cares watchdogs' snap and sniff?
Blockbuster busted, bucking up all its bloopers.
Categories:
watchdogs, irony, political,
Form: Limerick
On Election Day
Party manifestoes re echoes for the last time
These saviours in their most humble selves
Are sincere with their requests;
They want to repair that which was never ruined.
They will bring plenty money on election day
Very plenty money,They know we are hungry.
They don't want us to starve anymore,
So they will pay us for our votes.
And...
Many of these intellectuals; the internet critics
And the so so will be home acting as watchdogs
As the election progresses.
Their votes would have made a fat difference,
To the final outcome of the election results, but...
We'd all rather hope, pray and still wish.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Categories:
watchdogs, abuse, africa, emotions, hyperbole,
Form: Didactic
My dreams are obese
So I'm holding weight
hardworking From morning to evening
I do it for the benefit
One side right others left
So im in the center, alone
High in the sky, levitating
Hoping that I won't fall,
From infant to adult
Im tall now! I see the hill
The fantasy I envisioned
The dream I'm living
Letting go of myself
Letting go of my past,
I'm moving!
Damn im leaving
You know changing,
From G to H
So call me G heathen,
Cause i believe in my own dreams
White on white
I'm talking about that cream,
Oh The sweet lies
Coated with that green
You know i stay clean,
I got a lighter in my pocket
If you wanna shine,
Come join the light to see the brighter side
From three's to six's we counting.
The eye on us and they watching!
A massive house with watchdogs
That's a head log
Cars of some sort,
ranging from blue to red
You gotta know your colours,
Name tags as number plates
Man we riding.
Categories:
watchdogs, dream, life,
Form: Imagism
This story is better
Then the Lady and the Tramp
It’s a doggy tale revamp
Maxi and Twiggy
Used to patrol the streets of Atlantis
Yep these two were the baddest
A bit more bad ass
Not your ordinary mutts
This is story of glory and guts
Nothing went past these two
Unnoticed and without an
occasional bark or snarl
Your ankles weren’t also spared
The postman got his share
Of your daily dose of neighbourhood watchdogs
One day something happened
Twiggy was fighting with Emily’s big dog
She was trying to protect her litter of puppies
Even if it meant she would lose
Her life or pride
It was her pride she lost
Her puppies were safe
But I noticed something strange
Twiggy was never the same
the fight she lost was too much
It is almost like she went insane
After that I never saw her again
Maxi lost her best friend…
Categories:
watchdogs, character, deep, dog, emotions,
Form: I do not know?
They gave voice to voiceless souls--
To poor with day-to-day goals,
Then came vigilant watchdogs,
People’s voice lingered in docks,
Virtually back to whence started,
Voice of the voiceless now vetted.
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Reflections | 07.03.2017 |
Categories:
watchdogs, change, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Only organic fruits will do...
Rely on nature through and through.
Going to an orchard nearby
And pick our apples 'neath dark sky...
No one around on us to spy.
Into the night we're off to pick...
Cannot be seen, that is our trick.
Forgetting that, of course, these days
Real orchards have guarded ways.
Unless we want to be attacked...
Inside, those watchdogs will react!
The best- come by on the next day...
So sad...for apples, we must pay.
Categories:
watchdogs, farm, fruit, fun,
Form: Acrostic
In this beautiful nutting-time,
When tired I have laid to bed,
Looking through my window,
Across the seven skies--
Angels and heaven,
And glimpses of my God.
These barking dogs to the forest side,
Perhaps the watchdogs of gujjars;
This gentle full moon
Shining over the nearby dark dense forest,
And the soul soothing view of the clear calm starry sky,
Take me to the merry days,
I had lived with that kind young country girl:
Bears would come into the maize crops
And the poor farmers watching on tall towers would cry
Haw! Haw! Haa! Hoo!
And whistle and beat the tin;
And the street dogs barked in fear,
And it all would go almost whole night.
Categories:
watchdogs, romantic,
Form: Free verse
Rattled by a few folks whose intents are unknown
Terrified Earth trembles at its own shadow.
Both believers of the holy Cross of renown
And the lot who face Mecca every noon
Feel this palpable cloud of fear and gloom.
Watchdogs seem to gaze solely on the moon
Unsure of these beasts’ beliefs and aspiration.
Procreating under the shadow of the crescent
They unleash terror in a cloak of divine inspiration:
But the wise one world is not deceived!
Our shared web will capture our common enemy
And abort cross-cultural threats being conceived.
Sleep will yet fill the eyes of our young ones
Bringing with it the liberty we once achieved.
Categories:
watchdogs, political,
Form: Crown of Sonnets