Essential ingradient
No one has fallen especially from sky
This question is pertinently asked and why
Why some of the skinned people are targeted
They are in all walks of life and eminently spotted
To struggle for life is essential ingredient
No one can remain lethargic or silent
To some one it may come easily
But opportunities are available equally
Let us pray almighty for bringing us on earth
The stark reality of life is imminent death
It spares no one and protects none
Let us live the life like everyone
No one can be specially attributed to
It is not proper and equally true
Dedication and hardship has no parallel
Only people excel and come off well
Thank always to the proud origin
There is no scope for any margin
They did all sacrifices for us to bring up
They are our milestones and live hope
All races are of mixed origin and intact
This has been proved right in fact
If one feels proud of what they are
Any illusion may stay always far
White color reflects the rays
Black color absorbs and shows the ways
This is how black people are tolerant
Whites intolerant with weakness inherent
The land to which they belong is most sacred
The powerful mission is to fall in line and lead
No one can claim the belonging to the land
No one foe here and all are one and friends
When nature does not discriminate
How can we show indignation and indicate?
It can not be anybody’s fate
The fortune some times may favor late
The land belongs to us all
We are all here to respond the call
Let us not weaken the cause
With no let up in efforts or pause
Sun shines for all without favor
All flowers offer same flavor
Nature to come in time and go
We are here as human beings to forgo
We have witnessed human ghettos
We all know what was reason or motto?
Let us build race less world
Where relations are warm and not cold
We may face the annihilation
If not maintained proper relation
Not a mention in history may help
It will be merely a blot or slap
The day is not far off when world may realize the fact
The time has now come to work united and act
We are merely powerful tools in the hands of God
Let us not weaken the sprit and words of Lord
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To Hold and Handle
It had existed this before
It may also continue hereafter
Religion is the only means to be exploited
People's life and nation's fate is to related
Fanatics may be found even among moderates
They are found everywhere and openly support
Religion has now come to play a big role
Whether some one believes or not but it is real
Ask any one honestly and he will claim
No one may say I am human being first and shall remain
Not only shall that he boost to have sacred feeling
Proud to claim to be real fanatic and shall be willing
This may not be considered nice poem but may find favor
n changing world it has been claimed as honor
To uphold the identity aligned with religion
As it has been rooted deep in every region
We have tolerated enough under this context
Absorbed almost all as best as could
We are multi linguistic and multi religious
But efforts by others are on to destabilize it continuous
Only words don't suffice the need
Intelligentsias often act as link or feed
Fanatics are not as dangerous and propagandist
We only claim to be true tolerant and democratic
People jump in fray for simple excuse
They think narrowly and have different views
With religious point they may argue in favor
Where as the differences are in fact minor
Let us refrain from writing such articles
Favor with one and bias with another may land in trouble
We have got beautiful environment after great struggle
We should now be mature enough to hold and handle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Continue normal way
Everything is going on as usual
Nothing is taken as unusual
People move in causal manner
Mix with each other and feel better
Human nature is as such and needs company
You may need some one to confide and not so many
Hence there is compulsion to create small group or circle
Where you can get support for everything and avoid possible troubles
No one knows what is happening on another side
As world has become one with areas very wide
People have moved closer with so much of cooperation
Opened up new avenues with closer ties and cordial relation
Who moves us to explore all possibilities?
When we know life is uncertain with lots of uncertainties?
Who pulls string from behind and make to dance with particular tune?
Everybody is aware of the fact and to some extent remain genuine
We can sustain the onslaughts but can’t remove
We can put brave front and try to improve
But altogether it is somebody who guides us invisibly
Forces us to act stubborn and show the result notably
It is nice place to stay on beautiful earth
A place specially created to enjoy and end up with death
No one is immortal here and leave behind everything
Yet some people forget the basic fact and try stick on for something
Let us enjoy in limited span that has been given
Let the basic threat remain in force but forgotten
We play our part as per the conscience and situation
Life is as such with us for the simple continuation
We can’t shorten the life line or increase
That idea should never enter in mind, please
Try to lift as many miserable people as possible
The life for them otherwise proved quite impossible
We live as human being and continue normal way
We confine to circle and never try divide or go away
It is once in life time chance that we are here
Think of other land if that is possible and available there
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Two Different People
Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free
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She Is Black
'She is black and has no features'
'About her nature I can't say more for sure'
'She may be good and nice girl'
'But real gem and black pearl'
Some of the comments irked me
As the people were right and free too
They could speak anything against anybody
I had no reason to feel bad and cared to study
I keep my eyes down and pray almighty
For granting the lovely color and beauty
I had no reason to worry about people
As it caused me no tension or trouble
You may find all kinds of flowers
Red, white, yellow and orange find more admirers
Yet black has its own distinct identity
Real charm and to some extent special quality
Any passers may definitely look at me for a while
As I used to walk elegantly with style
Keep head down and meet with no eyes
Even if they attempted more at me or tried
I have heard but exactly can't say
Every object of nature has its own way
To come up with age and attract all
Appeal with attraction and respond to call
In a way I am thankful to my creator
That I have been gifted with color
So close to nature and almost liked
Even if so many might have disliked
What matters most are kind of feeling in you?
How good you are at words and stand true
I am of little shy nature but mix freely
I can never appear alone and feel sadly
For whatever the reason I raise head high
Feel proud at what I am and earnestly try
To commit as far as possible with total trust
To me gender discrimination never appealed me most
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Like His Mother Nature
Despite advanced medical technology people still age and die
And though people on an average live longer now one fact we can't deny
Is that the Reaper who claims every life will one day claim your's and mine
Each day we live we draw closer to our lives finish line.
If wealthy people could live forever more how awful that would be
'Twould seem that Nature would be punishing all of those in poverty
But Nature can't be bribed or bought she is beyond reproach
She does not differentiate between the life of a Human Being or the water dwelling Roach.
Yes nature is beyond reproach she treats as equal all
From the World's most influential Human Being to the wood louse in garden wall
And the Reaper the son of Nature for all of us he wait
He claims the life of each living thing and he does not differentiate
Between the life of a Human Being and a Cockroach whom he does treat the same
He will not spare you just because you have great wealth and fame
And like his Mother Nature he is beyond reproach
He will claim the life of the great Monarch and the water dwelling Roach.
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Fate to fight
Why think of their death to night?
When you are not sure of your fate to fight
Some what it created little awkwardness
Are we in full capacity to judge on their face?
The talk of reward comes later
Let us be peace lover and not hater
Life as such is totally uncertain
Important thing is to care for relation and maintain
Human life is full of misery
Love it to full extent even for your adversary
Never show to anybody that you are doing it out of pity
Act only to shows that you are just messenger of almighty
Whether life remains same or not should not cause any concern
Anything good performed by you may definitely turn
Your destiny and life into permanent peace
Life may be same again and spent at ease
Bow along with them for mass appeal
Your wish and desire should be in fact real
No lip services or out side show shown to the people
Else it my be known soon and land you in trouble
Let us go to their help if blessed with resources
Internal wishes and conscience must act as divine force
Noble soul with its action is always noticed by all
They see in it a good gesture to respond the call
We all must show sympathy in their troubled days
Pray almighty to come to the rescue and show the way
Render everything if that can over come their woes
Ponder not over result if almighty comes to your help and does
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As yet no clue
There was no clue yet as to why?
Why I run away and feel shy?
What can be its remedy?
Why life has become such a comedy?
I have found no answer
It was leading me no where
It is reality that I am here
I may leave constantly under fear
How can I prove as good human being?
Why I look so helpless in life circus ring?
Can I not live happily and meaningfully sing?
Oh God, you are the sole authority and king
Lead me kindly to the light from deep dark
Show me the end with will power to embark
I shall not deviate from performing well
Sum up all the difficulties and let loose hell
I am standing alone in vast and deep sea
Sea waves shock the boat for me to see
I wonder how it could be balanced to stand fast.
I want to see that it survives to the last
I shall stand with folding hands to pray
With sincere request to show me the way
I shall not blame my bad luck or powerful fate
I will have to come out of it even if it may be very late
I must realize the importance of being simple creature
It must be made worthy for bright future
Not all the way lady luck may smile or favor
I must have to make all round show to come over
I may not have to become somebody’s mouth piece
What I must ensure is its complete existence with peace
I have been sent here with some mission to accomplish
I may need heavenly blessings to come round and finish
I pray almighty to charge my spirit to withstand
Nothing should deter me amidst all when I stand
Let my foot prints disappear with passage of time
They may remember my noble role sometime
We are nothing but as such single entity
An individual with no name to have continuity
How can that become possible without divine favor?
It has to be carried on with all fervor
Life as such is distinctive gift from Almighty
We must try to live with all the honors and dignity
It has to have some meaning and purpose
There is no room for if, buts and suppose
I shall not complain for any draw backs
I shall stand firm and never show my back
It has to have smooth sailing with direction
I can only offer my dedication with good actions
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Living Together
Why does mankind hate people based on religion and race?
Is it ignorance, education, or governments deciding our place.
For people are people regardless of the color of their face.
And the love in our hearts is an example of God's grace.
European people are the most powerful people under the sun.
Asians, Blacks, and Jews are constantly under the economic gun.
But people should not be exploited because of the color of skin.
White people must reject racism for a world of love to begin.
But are not Blacks, Jews, and Asians also guilty of racism?
For some of their religious leaders are advocates of separatism.
Now all people, whites, Asians, Jews,and Blacks, live on earth.
For racism will show God how much our souls are really worth.
All people will die and their bodies will stink becoming dirt.
And the devil will have the souls of all racist to forever hurt.
For Love is the most powerful force throughout the world.
Conquering all obstacles and causing racist minds to whirl.
We can't take money religion family or hate when we die.
But we can take love, and send it back to those who will cry.
For only love will cure any grieving and lonely heart.
And cause a no-good son or daughter to give life another start.
People are just human beings regardless of their ethnic pride.
So people should try to constantly look spiritually inside.
So forget about religion racism and discriminating government.
Because only Brotherhood will eliminate all bills and the rent.
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I am a man of black and white
I am a man of black and white,
my name is written on the gates of the sky.
i am a man of black and white
my origin is united, yet two apart.
I speak the language of the whites,
but lost in the language of the blacks.
i am a man of black and white,
my resemblance is same with the blacks.
I am a man of black and white,
i was brought up in the land of the whites.
i am a man of black and white,
my home is in the south-east, in the abode of my black dad.
I am a man of black and white,
i love the aspirations of life.
i am a man of black and white,
although two apart, we are united as one.
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Show me my Africa!
Show me my origin...
Show me my land...
Show me my Africa...
Shine and support the spirit of UBUNTU.
Take me back to where i belong,
Where birds fly well peacefully,
Where every creature is happy.
Let me hear African stories,
Let me see its natural beauty landscapes.
Show me my land...
The land of great heroes,
Where Nobel peace price winners were born.
Where fighting and murder is a sin,
Where all people wish one thing,
Where all people preach one thing,
Where all people practice one thing,
Where everyone wants PEACE.
Let me hear those voices of hope...
Land of admissible and prosperity,
Where cultural diversity means nothing, but
Brings us together as valiant regiments.
Past is the past and let us let it pass...
Show me my Africa...
Where robust and intrepid people lives,
Where the beauty of cultures reflects.
Let discrimination be the history
And believe in the beauty of Africa.
Show me my origin...
Let me venerate and cherish its traditions..
Let me be the true African.
Take me back to Africa.
Show me my origin,
Show me my land,
Show me my AFRICA..
('ubuntu' is a Zulu word meaning humanity)
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Ancestral domain my quest
history tells on people, geography, race, culture and
events, is a wonderful topic for, the process gives
meaningful aspect of human sphere
great civilization started in common principle, an
inherent idea, that all men are created equal, above
other living animal who lives in this wonderful earth
a unquestionable notion that all species are free to
procreate, free to exist, free to subdue of what is
given and has all the opportunity to live in any given
time
the land is the only living testimony that witness the
existence of our races in many ages, for it is the race
who own the land, any dishonor of the human race is
worse than death
not need to go, beyond cultural languages and principle
but only we need to know the basic principle that before
the culture comes to existence the human lives, owns
the land
defination of terminology, even indigenous people as
defind has nothing to say on the real meaning of race,
words definition, hutchs the essence of human race
it is now the quest of every race, to praxis and achieve
our meaningful existence, for only our race lives forever,
and zeal by time in the history of ancestral domain,
a quest of our human race.......
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White snow
It had snowed for hours
We remained completely indoors
There was no other go then to confine
Though we all were feeing very fine
It was season’s first fall
We waited for nature’s call
The land was covered with white sheet
The area was deep and clad with many feet
The children came out with no fear
The joyous voice was there to hear
They had their own choice to celebrate
It was wonderful experience to narrate
May be we are representing snow
We have not prepared ourselves to grow
Now as river water is frozen to by Celsius zero
There won’t be any reason for us to feel hero
The relations are frozen to dangerous level
There is hardly anything to project or tell
We have become symbolic as nature
Flowing away from secured line of future
I know every year it may come and snow
The icy winds may be faster to flow
It will send chill waves into bones
The ill waves will never be by gone
I will grow with all sorts of cold and rain
It will be only aimed to get something or gain
Nothing is compared to the quality of nature
As he is totally unaware of it or sure
What will be impact of my cold behavior?
Nothing so far as my nature is known to others
It has deep in our blood and mind
We are not for anything good to find
The cold spell may last long
The snow is part of life and belongs
It may bring fortune little later
When turn into water with complete situation to alter
Though clad completely white over vast area of land
We see no hidden plot from nature’s hand
It is her yearly schedule to be in time as expected
We are here to honor it and positively acted
Though very harsh during complete season
We face it willingly without any reason
It has its own charm and in right place
Complete world is in joy to rush for race
It does not baffle anybody not even local man
They are used to it as normal human
The sports person may have their own inception
The general feeling is for warm welcome and reception
We have into being with reality
Nature has its own cycle and quality
We are not copying any of the hard hit calamities
It has its own inherent inbuilt utilities
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Ya, Allah
Ya, Allah, Almighty, supreme ruler of the world
Shower me with bless and take me to your fold
What do I know about your mighty and holy land?
I am here in palace or huts built on sand
I don’t know whether it is ill gotten or by great efforts
But surely it is with me as safely reached to ports
I am unaware what to do with this much wealth
Oh almighty keep your grace on me with only health
I look towards sky with raised hands
Only rahem (pity) be shown toward an end
I need no empire, no money but simple grace
Reflection of your act brightening my face
I try to save self but may not be possible sometimes
Yet I loose no hopes and offer prayer all the times
I have great faith in the fellow human beings
So many of them poor, rich and some are kings
Why do I need them all in my life?
When life is full of pain and strife
I need your grace on all ignorant lives
Whether they believe in you or don’t believe
I see smile in star’s twinkle
Life is like bubble when they smile little
What light and message I read in your world?
Peace is rare and relations are turn so much cold
Shower us O almighty with love and only peace
So we can pray a little with life at ease
We need to live more on this beautiful earth
Life has become cheap and no charge for asking death
We are ignorant and know nothing
You may have for us surely something
We have impure body with senseless soul
No penalty can remedy it even if we crawl
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Can we cheat death
Can we cheat death?
Think of immortality granted to human being
And immense powers to act like king
The lovely world may soon witness many tyrants
Where may live only powerful and giants
This is the only weapon god has kept in armory
That makes person all the time concerned and weary
If each part is allowed to be replaced in open market
They would never allow any one to die or let
There would have been no churches or temples
Nobody could have been seen with any kind of struggle
Surely human being is not to be trusted animal anytime
As it has been proved beyond doubt with certain crimes
Things are different and not taken that lightly
Human mind is such that may not allow leading happily
It is irony of fact and must be taken on front value
We are not contended with what ever is with us by virtue
Everybody is scared of death
Only while laying the wreath
It occurs to their mind of nothingness
Some kind of gloom descends and creates aloofness
Can the death be cheated any time?
This had puzzled me occasionally on several times
When person thinks of delivering good all the times
Yes death becomes useless tool in present time
"Death is just a stop for life and it starts again"
Not at the same place but somewhere else again
No one knows what will the form of another entity?
Surely it may be the prerogative of powerful almighty
Death may frighten but not defeat us at all
If that has been taken as divinity call
Fold the hands in open and just pray
That may vapor sometimes to give way
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Sonnet: Eight Times the Shakespearean Sonnet Number
So sacred is my motherland India;
So sacred is my state called Tamilnad;
So sacred are its rivers, Himalaya;
An Indian citizen born, I’m so glad!
I’m proud to be my mother’s eighth male child;
I’m proud to be a man believing God;
I’m proud to be a Nature’s lover wild;
I’m proud to be an Indian Poet mod.
Thanks to my schooling, good education then;
Thanks to my good up-bringing by parents;
Thanks to my God for my talents and ken;
Thanks to my earthly-life and common sense.
Let me perform something that’s truly great!
’Tis God Almighty who can change one’s fate!
8-8-2001
Dedicated to all my NRI brethren world-o'er!
Be proud of your origin always!
Be patriotic!
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A life is mission
Life is supposed to be like open page
Any one can visit and read without any rage
You may have disliking for person and hate
It is all coming when he is no more and you are late
We may not know about a person
We may also criticize him without any reason
He may have nothing to do with us at all
Still we term him as liar and call
You can’t please each and every one
It is not possible to neglect everyone
You will have to cooperate and mix with them
They may have then no chance for you to frame
They may inflict heavy wounds
It may not please us but looks very sound
You can’t find end as earth is round
This is real truth and must be found
We write our own history
Even though we might have lived in misery
We pay respect even to our adversary
There is no use to follow it unnecessary
Life can be made as transparent as possible
We must realize it and make admissible
Nothing can go against us as it is fact
We must fall in line and don’t react
Life may move on endlessly and not cease
We should live it peacefully and remain at ease
It must be faced bravely with all its implications
There may still be fall out with indication
We can write on sand soon to be swept away
Nothing will remain as it will give away the way
Sand storm may try to reach the sky
You imagine the consequences and don’t ask why
Sand may shape in form of rising demon
Assume different shapes to omit the venom
It may try to catch but succeed seldom
Such occurrences are rare and random
A person can rise from the grave and question
All his Good work may not have found any mention
It may still be sworn on his good name
Flowers and bouquets to adore the fame
Life time work may help not all but few
Cool breeze may disappear along with dews
New life with good mission may take place
Life will become busy with another good race
People may take birth and vanish
They may depart without its finish
Still there may be wider scope for its realization
This is how there may be emergence of good civilization
Work may go on and speak of volumes
Body may be cremated or soil may consume
We should remain positive and role must be assumed
Time should be saved and not consumed
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Innocent Dreams
A white man was at a playground
pushing his son on the swing
'Look son, ' said the white man
'Never play with that....thing! '
The black man and his son ignored them
and kept swinging instead
Until the white man faced him
and said,
'Look at your skin color
what do you see?
A different color thats what
You're different then me
You talk different, act different
And walk different too
You dont belong here nig**r
None of your kind do.'
The black man told his son to go play
And turned back his head
He didnt want to cause a fight
So this is what he said,
'From one man he created all
The nations throughout the whole Earth
God created people in his own image
We are brothers from birth.
There is nothing wrong with us
We are the same as you
A different color shouldnt matter
What should matter is what we do
And the people that treat us like we're not human
And the people that dont want to get along
Hopefully one day will understand
That what they did and do is wrong
Something to remind you
That made alot of hopes beam
Is a song quoted
from a man that had a dream
My country 'tis of thee,
Sweet Land of Liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my father's died,
Land of the pilgriom's pride,
From every mountainside
let freedom ring.
The white man was shocked
At what he had to say
He wanted to get his son
And just get away
He yelled for his son
Commanding him, 'Let's go! '
But his son didn't come
He didn't even show
The black man pointed
in the direction
As he watched the two boys playing together
with love and affection.
The black man asked,
'Are you going to yell at your son?
Or are you going to leave him be
And let him play with my boy
to have some fun?
Now watch those two
What do you see?
Two children alike
Like you and me.'
By: Shaina Lloyd
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Mark of respect
Women need it as mark of respect
We all have to think seriously and introspect
When God has made it then why do we stand as suspect?
Has everything got relevance with cast, creed, color or sect?
Yes, color do attract us for certain reasons
It is natural and varies from person to person
But is it the only criteria to hate an individual?
Still we have we to fight against role called dubious or dual?
I salute to those who stand against such move?
They may be threatened with their live or removed
Yet the fight may not be over till it ends
We as an human beings must change our trend
We are in land of peace and liberty
We are equally blessed with freedom from almighty
Why do we create hatred only on the basis of color?
This is not simple matter but serious and major
Some of the people may not speak openly against
But secretly they will bless and insist
That struggle rages on indefinitely
The people are brandished and disappear quietly
It is suppression and blot on humanity
It is not even today discouraged for continuity
Enough blood has been shed and still it remains
Let us do everything which is possible in our domain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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‘Live and Let Live! ’
‘Live and let live’ – all just say;
But, do the opposite things everyday;
‘Live and let live ‘– is the one and only way,
By which all can live happily today.
This earth is one and human race is one;
Same problems confront all under the sun;
There are so many things that stay undone;
‘Few things are wrought by money or by gun! ’
The division of lands is just Nature’s;
The air we breathe belongs to all creatures;
It cannot be confined to borders made;
When rain is brought by God, all borders fade.
No nation or its peoples have all things;
This world belongs to paupers and too, kings;
Umpteen problems to all, a lifetime brings;
The sky is same for ‘winged’ and without wings!
Why fight o’er borders that are inconstant?
Why spend so lavishly on nuclear arms?
Why try to make the poorer people slaves?
Why aim for overly-produce from farms?
The basic needs of human race are same;
Denying them to brethren is a shame;
Let love and brotherhood remain our aim;
‘To dust we go because from dust we came! ’
A few rich persons hold most earth’s treasures;
Whatev’r we give, we’ll get in like measures;
There are limits for all earthly pleasures;
The love of God on earth made all creatures!
Let rules be such that all can follow them;
Let life be treated sacred everywhere;
Let kindness fill the hearts of world’s leaders;
‘No war can bring a lasting peace on earth.’
‘Live and let live’ –the best thing all can do;
Let love and not fear, all citizens woo;
Our span of life on earth is short and true;
Our love to God and man, let’s all renew!
The earth can be a paradise as well;
Our faulty deeds keep earth almost like hell;
Our destiny is same – history does tell;
Why human toil should be our own death-knell?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-9-2008
poem by John Celes
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The Color Blue
the color blue is known to do
something strange to you
this time when i say you it is truly the reader
not the one who i love
not the one pure like a dove
the color blue
seems strange in nature just like you
it stimulates dreams without asking anything in return
nor do most dreams it propagates burn
no the color blue is serene
nice and soft like a moisturizing cream
but there is another color
that is not proved by psychology to stimulate dreams
i call it the color black
though the dreams are nightmares they are grouped in the same sack
with dreams akin like brother though more like an evil twin
the color black seems to always win
by bringing out your nightmares and pain
and sometimes your feelings begin to wain
that gives way to apathy
which leads to your becoming a tapestry, a tapestry
of death for this gives way to being dead
because black is everywhere, in every night
anytime there is no light
black is in you and its in me, how is we aren't dead?
in the end the color black has now become like lead
like a poison true nature forgotten we as humans simply say
black symbolizes death for that is the only way
that we console ourselves
poem by David Knox
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