Best Poems Written by Pranab Jyoti Rava

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Love and Hate

Love is symbolic 
Hate is diabolic 

Love always survives 
Where hate never thrives

Love shall succeed
But hate shall recede 

(Why can't you love me?
Because you hate me!)

Love will always prevail
Your hate will always fail

(Why you hate me so much?
There's no love left in you as such!)

I love you when you hate me
I hate you when you don't love me

(If you can not love me
You should never hate me)

Let's move on with this love and hate
For someday your hate shall retire & abate

(But still I love you so much my dear
Or is it because of my hate, you fear) 

And even if you don't love me
You will never hate me

(I hope)

Copyright © Pranab Jyoti Rava | Year Posted 2013


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Slang and Jargon

Slang and jargon make my day!                                                     
I seek your kindness please stay away!                                         
Made my poetry dim and pale                                                     
Can I ask from where you hail?                                                        
You are snooty I know that                                                               
Pick on my poems with a baseball bat                                          

Don't be a bully I cadge you                                                             
Fix my poems with poetic glue                                                 
Spare my poems let them be                                                            
I promise you will never see me

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Child's Play

tittle-tattle wobble wall 
don't know how to make that fall 
see how hungry is my tummy 
eating thingling; it's so yummy 
tittle-tattle wobble wall 
give that thingling; make it fall 
promise!!! I will never do tell 
making it vanish in my bell                                                         
tittle-tattle wobble wall 
why not make the thingling fall 
give it or I will call my mommy 
will poo on you; my little Tommy

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Masked Man of Oomswarshcknullphillbelly

little town of Oomswarshcknullphillbelly                                             
here comes the masked man Groggyhelly                                           
this man who wears a filthy mask shaped like telly                              
he is the masked man of Oomswarshcknullphillbelly

he, who chomps on chocolate chips and eats flavored jelly                              
likes to jump on little bulls and rides a super heli                                   
who loves Miss Mikooshaw and hates Gingelly                              
Behold this masked man of Oomswarshcknullphillbelly

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Slender Truth

tainted it is to me
ruthless it may see
usurp it may glee
tangible it may be
hoax as it may flee

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Hell Makers

Trying to rip that off                                                      
Making it a boozy scoff                                                    
Savaging the crepe won't sell                                               
We're the Hell makers

Nagging people blab blab blab                                               
Going crazy like the Bohems far                                             
Follow us to the cavern                                                     
We're the Hell makers

I'm about to bring it on                                                                   
We're not just trivial spawn                                                            
It's real that we live here                                                            
We're the Hell makers

Faking out the faded pain                                                   
Oh my god it's you again                                                    
Don't mock us like crazy                                                   
We're the Hell makers

Tapping out the shaded game                                                 
Pulling it to the makers fame                                          
Alpha! Beta! Gamma!                                                         
We're the Hell makers

Time to go and wrap it up                                                   
Makers anthem you won't dub                                                 
Fall back and remember                                                      
We're the Hell makers

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Thy Love Maketh My Beauty

Thy love maketh my beauty
Thy heart maketh my soul
Thou art my true paramour
With thyself I die whole

Thine eyes admire my charm
Thy smile, my ultimate goal
Thou dwell in my every emotion 
Thy love maketh my heart toll

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Oh Jesus

Oh 
Lord
Jesus!
Help me please
It's thy love I seek
I see a faint reality
Thou shall bestow the celestial creek to me because
I do not know any heaven and I do not know if any abaddon is there

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The Old Clerk

the                                                                             
old                                                                                                    
clerk                                                                    
accounts                                                                  
for the unreal                                                                                 
but figures real                                                         
tired of permissive apathy

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Mario Versus Contra

(Mario)

Here comes the carpenter                                                                 
who wears a crimson hat                                                               
Don't mock him dear                                                                          
for being a bulgy fat

He is the Super Mario                                                                           
who's a bold savior                                                                      
Likes to jump on enemies' head                                                             
...very odd behavior

Has only one aim                                                                               
to get princess Peach                                                                       
Get her before the foes come                                                              
save her from their reach

(Contra)	

Now come the commandos                                                             
both clad in camouflage                                                             
Landed in Red Falcon's Area                                                         
...their territory full of mirage

Loaded with machine guns                                                            
they are here to abrogate                                                                
For they are the chief saviors                                                      
to abet mankind's fate

Cutting through the challenges                                                           
they will surely succeed                                                                  
As everyone is supporting them                                                              
wishing luck in their deed

Copyright © Pranab Jyoti Rava | Year Posted 2013

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