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Loving Kindness Poem
I got on the bus
And sat on the front seat.
With bifocals,
The man sitting next to me
Greeted me with a Smile
And said, “Good Morning”.
On the way,
Sitting by the window
And being bewitched by
the black moon's shadow
His words ‘stunned my soul.
“An executive of the state
Demanded me a letter from the camp
"If I need the pension"
"If I need the pension."
His words broke my heart
For me, no more vision
A great dedication
In the mission,
But not the passion or fashion
Though only a call from his office
To bring a letter
“He enjoys my traveling
Far away from the city.
“I wish I could see your face,
But I am so sorry,
My world is black”.
I got off the bus,
But the thoughts of mine
Blow like a wind.
Men have no gratitude
To a man of yesterday.
For me, that great soldier
Is a Man of everyday.
Oct. 8, 2020
Will To Survive Poetry Contest
Contest Sponser : Silent One
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Loving Kindness Poem
If only you knew…if only you knew…
How a mother’s tears flooded her eyes;
How blood oozed from her aching nipples;
And how she quarrelled with a stubborn quarry,
Lashing the quarry with her shrunk trunk,
To save her drowning son.
She commoved herself,
Looking for her darling baby,
Running up - the rocky hill,
And tumbling down – the prickly valley,
Yet, no laugh, no groan, no mourn,
No whine…nothing did she hear.
She ran, wailing and mourning,
Frenziedly smelling his footprints,
Blowing the dust and oozing the blood.
With rocking, swaying and head bobbing,
She headed to a quarry.
She screamed like an angry wind,
Spinning, beating her heart,
When seeing her drowning baby,
Feebly groaning, “PaWooing”
In a mud-splashed, narrow quarry.
With flood-smothering eyes,
Oozing, aching blood from her nipples,
She lashed the quarry with her shrunk trunk,
To save her drowning son,
Her darling son, her life —
If only you knew how…if only you knew…
Oct. 24, 2020
If only you knew Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Silent One
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Loving Kindness Poem
Love her so much
But don't touch love
Be such a man
Nov. 28, 2020
Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Charles Messina
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Loving Kindness Poem
Thank you very much
For having such a heart,
such a blooming heart,
such a bleeding heart,
and guiding and guarding
that child from them,
from that pack of wolves.
A decade ago, it happened,
and it happened for a decade.
Occasionally, instantly and
insistently, they released
Montague – Capulet grudge,
they trudged generationally,
on him, that trembling lamb.
They used his bed as their stag
to keep their pet pig –
mud bathing pig,
yet you saved him from wallowing
in that mud-spread, stenchy bed.
A decade ago, it happened,
and it happened for a decade.
Their mammoth-like wrongs
flew so soft as bird feathers,
yet his chin-tip-size mistakes
blew like king-size gas balloons.
A decade ago, it happened
and it happened for a decade.
Harbouring grudge on none,
you did shield him, as a boulder,
and trained him to face threats
without harbouring grudge on none.
A decade ago, it happened
and it happened for a decade.
Thank you for being
such a beacon, such a guru,
guarding him and guiding him
to live as a man with no grudge,
yet with love,
oozing – soothing love.
Submitted to Silent One’s “Catharsis Poetry Poetry Contest” on Dec. 7, 2020
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Loving Kindness Poem
Hunger and Thirst,
You attacked a lot making me fainting
And drove me to a food corner
I sat on a table to call a waiter
Men and women with fiery red eyes shouting to a waiter
“Your price is too high for bread”
The baker in the bakery with full of tears looks at scene making
A dough rough and soft to bake a bread.
The baker makes a dough tough to bake a round bread,
Hiccups with rough sounds
Attack his throat
He pours water into mouth and rolls the dough to make tough
His shirt gets wet and heat beats man
Sweat loves him and he loves sweat
And let the sweat sleep
He makes doughs tough to bake breads
Men and women say “Price is too high”
They handle man to sell their fatigue for cheaper price
But, the dedication of the time and life,
Require the compassion
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Loving Kindness Poem
Before everyone else,
dreaming of heaven
and blooming with desire,
poet rhymes with pleasure
the road to heaven.
No matter, even to Hades
poet goes first; rushes back;
tells the gruesome news;
and dramatizing the scene,
discourages evils.
Poet enjoys being a guru:
he gently kisses a flower;
smells the fragrance of love;
sighs like a furnace;
and models how to live love.
The beauty of the flower,
blooms with cocks’ crow
and flies away with sun’s fall,
yet words by a poet
never, ever glooms,
but blooms at every moment.
Nov. 28, 2020
Where do we poets go? Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Silent One
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Loving Kindness Poem
How
dark, how
cold, how so
lonely his heart
feels without tender touch by his lover,
his soul, his breath; cascading tears flood his
eyes, yet his soul
blooms with hopes
to see
her.
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Nov. 9, 2020
Double Tetractys 5 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper
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