Never Bellicose
From likeness to loveness,
From loveness to intimacy,
From intimacy to veracity,
From me to you of course,
From you to me it is
So parallel but never bellicose
From friendship to companionship,
From companionship to passion,
Our days so spaced,
Our lives so placed,
From opposite ends we came,
So parallel but never bellicose
She was modern, I was traditional
She was uptown, I was downtown
She was rich, I was poor,
Never promised her haven,
So different but never bellicose
Our hearts were different,
Our lives were so distinct,
Our choices were zig zag
Yet our love an equilibrium
Never bellicose, never bellicose
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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All successful newspapers are ceaselessly querulous and bellicose. They never defend anyone or anything if they can help it; if the job is forced on them, they tackle it by denouncing someone or something else.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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I think you will find scientists that think like you in Germany and Britain, and you will find politicians that think like Weinberger. I think the most bellicose ruling group in the Western world at the moment is the British.
quote by E.P. Thompson
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Weapon
They build arms
To defend nations
They war! To achieve peace
They kill! To save populace
They choose bloodbath
To baptize the world’s youth
These born-bellicose
Are too callous to use
One weapon that can defuse
All the tensions on this Earth
Love! The indomitable means! A boon
The Maker had bestowed on humans
That can conquer any domain! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Heist
Immolated before the jeopardy
of my sudden involution -
Now beckoned and yearned,
now abjured and declined;
Our bellicose collision
cloyed with affinity
now floundering like a cry
in a shapeless silhouette
of a shackled poltergeist
Is this you terse revenge
or your inconsistent demand?
With dove-feet and rose-tongue
you pilfered the molted skin
and took the vulnerability
away for granted
and threw me into
the hollows of abeyance.
poem by Norman Santos
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New Superpowers
The sleeping giant
We unthinkingly awoke
Is a dragon
Seeks nourishment in Africa
Too late to slay it now.
The omnivorous
Treated as a dancing bear
Has the sharpest claw
Doesn’t care for intruders
Bellicose roars at prowlers.
Curried red saffron
Delightful mystery land
Temples and doctors
Snakes slither in grass though
Lethal if you are barefoot.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Have Seen Hatred In Your Eyes
I have seen hatred in your eyes,
Perhaps, you are seeing the same.
We are in front, we are not friend.
You may shot me dead now,
I can do that either....
They will box us up,
To send to our home.
Our parents will not shed tear,
As they are the parents of martyrs.
The bellicose war-mongers
Will sit to final their deal...
Our wives will weep silently,
Children' blank head may not feel,
They have become orphan!
Our scornful look will be dull,
Nothing to express, or to watch!
Love for our country will be
Celebrated with the bugle,
Guard of Honor, awards!
Let's show our love for our
Own respective countries! !
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Numbers Sanctify
Numbers sanctify something's influence.
They ensure the extent of dependence
We place upon our bellicose critics
And their world of detachable aesthetics.
We are now an unengaged audience.
There is a mathematics of credence,
An arithmetic of ambivalence
That has equated us apathetic.
Numbers sanctify.
A numeral suggests more evidence
Than the antiquities of eloquence,
Making us compulsively neurotic
Rather than truly expressionistic.
What terrors will come as a consequence?
Numbers sanctify.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Unincorporated Insights XII
In the hysteria of exertion,
We become moribund and bellicose—
Buoyant with undulating derision,
Palliated by a ravelment of woes.
Our muted, quiescent panic twinges,
Cascading over the peace we pretend.
Our intuition tears at its fringes
While we berserk, bicker and condescend.
The lacuna, the bedlam, the terror bursts
Like stampeding, bionic wildebeest.
We receive a chaos that seems rehearsed
Rather than a real entropy released.
As these trappings bellow in the still night,
The grays of thought trail to the blacks and whites.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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True Friendship Here
An intangible bond
Crosses the distance
That separates our lands
And connects us by chance.
Embracing in words
From earnest counsel
With a friend of true worth
Bonds are parallel.
Woven sincerity
In a tapestry of care
Our penned repartee
Is a friendship we share.
Ribboned companionship
In written lives laid bare,
We find true friendship
By just writing...here.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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When Within My Private Space
I have no time to waste.
Or flair to share.
Nor will I show a false face,
To someone who may be physically attractive...
But has no clue how to spell intimacy.
Or know its location,
Anywhere.
When within my private space.
And I know what it takes,
For my attention to begin thinking...
Of a serious relationship to take place.
Intimacy is where I wish to be!
Unlike Dorothy and Toto,
I am not wishing to get back to Kansas from Oz!
When I'm clicking my heels,
I expect two of us to do that job!
In the heat of whirlwind passion.
When packages are unwrapped,
To touch AND taste...
There has to be intimacy prioritized.
If not,
My interest fades.
Quicker than a tornado takes breathes away.
It is not all about looks.
Or even how great one cooks.
If one can not kiss,
Or know how to fire up...
Rhythm in the hips?
What is the point of it?
Companionship?
I see birds, squirrels...
And hug a few trees,
On a daily basis.
If anything I am given...
And it is free?
The top on my list,
Is intimacy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Key to Healthy Love
irst off compatibility
its built on key components
love at first site isn't one of them
truth and honesty are first and for most
friendship and companionship are next
then you have love and intimacy
after that you have connection
someone once told me that
you cant kindle a flame that isn't there
and its so true
so before you jump ahead to far
you need to take it slow
know where you are going
and how you are getting there
never let anyone steer you away from your adjective
friendship is strong
the bond is tight
love is eternity
always and forever
poem by Dean Cleavland
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Intimacy is feared
Lovers fear secrecy
As they both have secrecy.
Intimacy means connecting
The inner core of the two,
Which will expose their weak spots,
Fearing which they fear intimacy.
They want bodily intimacy
Without soul’s intimacy.
Such intimacy betrays trust
And will wreck the very love.
15.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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~ Varied Intimacy ~
Multifarious divine intimacy
Varied shades of love
Born from deeper commitment
Ever growing in loving abidance
Spiritual dimensions of intimacy
Varied degrees of value
Transcending encompassing passion
Permeates being, deep within
Maturing love in intimacy
Varied keys of glory
Cascades, by covenant promise
Desire, drawn by attraction
Passion, the essence of intimacy
Varied vastness of manifold love
Fervent desire to draw closer
Blessed consummation of Spirit, Body and Soul
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1 Corinthians 13v13
And now abide faith, hope and love, these three,
but the greatest of these is love!
poem by Denise Bekker
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An Elegy to Eugene Terreblance
You are gone without a farewell
and like a great De Wet
or De La Rey
you stood single
for your people
to also have
a place in the sun.
When your men went into Bophuthatswana
there was fear in me
that they wouldn’t be able to bring peace there
and would get death for their trouble.
Time after time I have listened
to your electronic Afrikaans poems
about the field, nature
and God to whom
you bended your knee
and the beauty of it
and your humanity
came to lie in my heart.
I was at Church Square
when you on the day of the covenant
read a piece out of the Bible
and prayed for your country, your people
and that God reach out His hand
against the dark might
that takes their humanity away,
but in your sleep
you were hacked to pieces
with a Panga-blade
and a martyr was made of you.
Let dark Africa rejoice
and declare killers as heroes
and reveal themselves to journalists
and the wide world.
Let people interpret you wrongly
as a bellicose person
that wanted to bring conflict.
l’Envoi
I see a honourable man
who wanted to serve his Lord,
who set his people first
and your death plucks through me
and cuts where it hurts most,
as in a way
every Afrikaner is portrayed in you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Second Chance
The heart being broken feeling bereft. Whisking in sudden, thinking hope still left.
Musing if it will be sober, this time better
Jettisoning the bygones, bidding to start over.
Crediting the 'second chance'
Asked again for once.
Believing in ‘true love’ notion
Latching the buoy in squally ocean
Entreating in fervour, dealing with mettle
Starting again in vigour, hoping to settle.
Graying, facing hurdles with age
Hoping to be saved from ravage.
But it’s the same, replies curt;
Being lame, getting hurt.
The first time was to impress,
Moments in orgasm
Feeling up the chasm
With poetry, songs and romance
In overdose
It was all verbose.
Now in the second chance
All bellicose
Love being comatose
Submerged in distress. Focussing on other stuff
Menacing in absolute nonsense
Drugs, infidelity; twists in heart
The final loss, strings torn apart.
It stings and hurts and pains,
In love being blind
It’s enough, rescind.
Call it quits, it’s enough.
Second chance; knowing well
There is nothing here but to fail. The decision now to quit is final
Left with a little residue of survival.
poem by Rusa Bhowmik from Elixir
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Second Chance
The heart being broken feeling bereft. Whisking in sudden, thinking hope still left.
Musing if it will be sober, this time better
Jettisoning the bygones, bidding to start over.
Crediting the 'second chance'
Asked again for once.
Believing in ‘true love’ notion
Latching the buoy in squally ocean
Entreating in fervour, dealing with mettle
Starting again in vigour, hoping to settle.
Graying, facing hurdles with age
Hoping to be saved from ravage.
But it’s the same, replies curt;
Being lame, getting hurt.
The first time was to impress,
Moments in orgasm
Feeling up the chasm
With poetry, songs and romance
In overdose
It was all verbose.
Now in the second chance
All bellicose
Love being comatose
Submerged in distress. Focussing on other stuff
Menacing in absolute nonsense
Drugs, infidelity; twists in heart
The final loss, strings torn apart.
It stings and hurts and pains,
In love being blind
It’s enough, rescind.
Call it quits, it’s enough.
Second chance; knowing well
There is nothing here but to fail. The decision now to quit is final
Left with a little residue of survival.
poem by Rusa Bhowmik from Elixir
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The Inner Side Of Your Perfection
to get intimacy
you make love
to be more intimate
you need to make love some more
like a string of
buds of
tiny flowers
seemingly you want it without
an ending
eternity & infinity
side by side
but there is no intimacy in intimacy
since after each lovemaking
you return to the
emptiness of your arms again
less the other arms of those
other nights & other nights
before them
a cold night returns
with empty hands
and winds begin to pass
by your face
between your eyes
beyond your
hair
outside all of you
finally you try embracing yourself again
as though
you are another distinct set of arms
unto your
inner arms
and then you become one
without need
of any other
silent and
complete
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Companionship
Companionship is keystone
To any relationship
Coming together
Cannot be staying apart
Companionship is aggregate
To cement the relationship
The absolute adhesive
To affix companionship to heart
poem by David Whalen
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In Many But Lonely
True, I have many
Brothers and sisters
As well as many many friends
But when I sit down
To think deeply
I realise I am lonely.
In my sick bed
A lot of people came
To make me feel alright
But in such a sick mood
I fail not to feel
How lonely I am.
Companionship come!
I am in many but lonely.
Companionship come!
I am in many but lonely.
I go to the beach
Sit till late at times,
My ship may come
One of these days.
But tell me, the sea and I
Who is more lonely?
The sea is so full
Of all kinds of things
Including many living things
But there it is
Lying lonely in waiting
For her ship to appear.
Companionship come!
I am in many but lonely.
Companionship come!
I am in many but lonely.
poem by Kwasi Boaten
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Intimacy
Afraid of intimacy.
A heart that has been stung,
Just once...
Becomes more suspicious,
And less naive...
When a stinging from someone loved,
Is untimely done.
Afraid of intimacy.
Very few are ready to commit to this.
Until assured some consistency,
Is readily given...
In the sharing of mutual needs.
Not many will leave themselves open.
Or acknowledge publicly...
A wish for a love uncompared,
Shared in secret privacy.
And one devoted and discreet.
Afraid of intimacy?
Not me!
Whether private in discreet...
Or publicly displayed on crowded streets.
I seek a one on one!
That would suit me perfectly.
But these days that kind of intimacy,
Seems to be antiquated history.
Afraid of intimacy.
Very few are ready to commit to this.
Until assured some consistency,
Is readily given...
In the sharing of mutual needs.
And that would be my philosophy,
Regarding how I feel about intimacy.
An act complete of 'shared' familiarity.
Not something done to walk away from and leave.
That's nothing more than satisfying a convenience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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