In Bed
I am bed ridden and admitted in hospital
I get disheartened on doctor’s arrival
May thoughts cross over in mind?
Doctors come treat me and be very kind
I am totally afraid of death
I know how people offer wreath
Hey will be sobbing and remain in tears
I go berserk and loose heart to bear
I know no harm will be done
All illness may disappear and certainly gone’
I shall be back home with full cheers
I shall smile again without any tears
It is time to express our gratitude
And this should be general attitude
No need to express grief, sorrow
He has done all well for tomorrow
The illness can’t be contributed to anything
That can take place with anybody for something
It is body and may fell apart any time
Don’t think negative about it anytime
Keep only one faith
That may avoid the death
Rest everything is decided and in time
We may miss and curse it sometimes
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Father Death Blues
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body's gone
Father Death I'm coming home
Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn
Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
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Faith And Gratitude
In the midst of seeking joy,
Where is the search one makes...
To show and express faith and gratitude?
Many pleased with their lives,
Seem to be absent in the display of it.
Although complaining quite a bit is heard and done.
Everyone enjoys some attention when they get it.
Even if not admitted...
Statistics will prove that is why conflicts are commited.
In the midst of seeking joy,
Where is the search one makes...
To show and express faith and gratitude.
I am not too heavily traveled,
But there are days I wish I observed more people...
Determined with a purpose just to express this.
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The best doctor prevents illness, an average doctor visits when the illness is imminent, and the unskilled doctor treats your present illness.
Tears & Sorrow = Denver 2012
TEARS
Tears are the raindrops of the soul
And there's one for all who die.
They are the silent words of grief
As they fall free from the eye.
The shortest verse in the Bible
Is the one where Jesus wept
So, if you hold back tears, shed them
When your pain is too harsh to accept.
Tears are lovelier than a smile
When they come from those you love
As they seek relief from sadness
When you're summoned from above.
Tears are a love-mates humble gift
When it's time to say goodbye
Though the eyes are wet and swollen
With time and patience they dry.
SORROW
Sorrow is better than laughter
For by grieving, we're improved.
Blessed be all who morn
Till from sadness they're removed.
After death our souls shall fly
Perhaps from star to star
Reaching our destination
To find Heaven's gate ajar.
God made us able to cry
Sorrow teaches us to fear
Those days we're selfish and cruel
When life is so short and dear.
Time wipes tears from all faces
Whose hearts are tuned to sorrow.
Those that cry a thousand tears
Shall be blessed by tomorrow.
Every night before sleep I say thank you to Heaven
For the past day I was allowed to love you and serve.
And if I awake I say thank you once more
For God has blessed me far beyond what I deserve.
A father's day
It is lovely day to enjoy
Father’s day is to be celebrated with joy
We rejoice at home but he is never annoyed
His discomfort is never conveyed
We use to tease papa but he offered sweet smile
He will never object our activities even for a while
He used stand high in our eyes with great stature
He never compromised with our future
I still continue to think over the matter and wonder
He will occupy main positioning home and thunder
We are safe and protected under his refuge
He is always there to stand by us with new ideas to infuse
If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory remains very short and ready to fade,
Father has so much dominating personality
He is always there and knows for his humility
This is one of the for most favored quality
He too is known for his simplicity
We look towards him for such solutions
He may guide us with firm resolutions
It is his great experience that may be useful
It may serves us better as useful
We may be moving in garden
The mind may be occupied and worries may be laden
He may still be there for us to guide
He may always want us to confide
Papa may remain kind and calm
He may serve us better with no more harm
He may remain neutral and very kind
In him all the qualities we may find
I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may have to loose in times to come
If he recovers from illness that will be welcome
Papa used to suffer from long illness
He always comforted us with his greatness
I used to realize it very late
I had some misgivings about him and tried to hate
Today when I sit at restless condition
It provides me with some ammunition
I have no explanation to offer
It is state of mind that I may suffer
It has come to my mind very late
It was certainly not our fate
He continued to enjoy and fought with fate
He can’t be lowered and down rated
I still do relish and find you papa dear,
you may have been feeling bitter by long many years
You were towering strength and source of inspiration
It has got direct bearing and fine relation
I
It may be unfair if we fail to pay grand tribute
He has definitely played role and contributed
What we are today is due to his firmness?
We were relying heavily on his alertness
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My country is in ruins
My country is in ruins,
it’s a place that here and there is falling to pieces,
the decline is clearly visible
and the home of almost every white family is a fortress.
Maybe the writing is on the wall,
maybe people who pillage,
at a time will be send out in thousands,
to murder and rob as they did from their prehistory
and time and again I wonder
how long the peace can last?
Sometimes it looks as if integrity
is totally lacking from your fellow man,
as if every one wants to take revenge
for one or other reason,
as if people only living themselves
but maybe compassion is still hidden somewhere?
How much I want things to be different,
and I am longing for a place in the sun of my own,
to talk my own language, to live out my own culture
and at times to express my own thoughts.
Still there is a sun shining in the heaven,
clouds do still disappear at times before the blue;
people still have got dreams, love and ambitions,
are living their lives in happiness, joy, sorrow and pain.
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May Be Consigned
Body may be consigned to flames
No more fun and no more games
You were so close to the heart
I had never imagined that you may depart
Was there any hesitation?
To hide the problem and ditch the relation
What made you to bear it alone?
We were same for all purpose as one
How to express that I miss you so much?
Tears refuse to roll down as such
They don't to show any displeasure
They are still in confusion and unsure
Heart is filled with agony and grief
It gives itch in body with no relief
I am stunned to see your dead body
You were till last healthy and steady
I never asked you anytime
From where you belonged to and came
It was inner call and I responded
You acknowledged with grace and seconded
Days passed off like river flow
We had lot more to forget and blow
We never went in different direction
Thoughts and behavior matched with action
I am speechless to face untimely death
I have problem to stop the breath
It is unending and cries in despair
I look at sky and helplessly stare
You are great loss to me in person
Almighty might have erred with reason
You were not to depart so early
You have left us behind unhappily
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Are We Ill?
How many men are against us when we are ill?
Illness desires you as a last resort, when ill.
The magnificent and the abhorrent ailments
Need both cures, again and again in the hospital.
The hospital is for doctors who care,
And the nurses are fearful of you.
Patients need patience to adore the health
Of a nation in pity for their condition.
The pities are seldom seen in youth
As they are in public or private.
May the men who are against us be quiet
Now that illness is the past.
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I Want To Die
Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
So, I do not want to live, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.
In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.
The only son of my father
The only darling of my mother
Fainted repeatedly on the cushion
Peal like tear drops coming from my beloved son,
Friends and relatives express grief in the community hall,
All these excite me and I sought to say'' I love you all.''
For the first time in my life in my last ritual I listen
From those men that I was really a very very good man.
In such intense atmosphere of gloom and sad
My heart cheers and I become too much glad.
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Divine river water
The divine river water flows from heaven
The dreaded criminal becomes pure even
After taking dip in water with past guilt
A confessional approach with regret already built
"Admit guilt and confess" you will be pardoned
All your sins may be washed off and condoned
It makes your path little smooth and less troublesome
You were so far burdened with and feeling worrisome
Almighty has big heart and always remain graceful
You just cry over his feet and feel remorseful
He will surely let you grant enough of time to recover
From your old past to new start with blessings all over
It is not simple to forget the black past
Those memories may remain painful and never last
It may follow you till the death time
With all sort of heaviness in mind sometimes
I have seen people crying with lots of grief
Their illness might have remained very brief
Yet they feel burdened with heavy load
No smooth words may seem to be taking them on road
They are restless and want to hear some verses
Some good words to give them peace from curse
They have done lot more to harass other people
Now is their turn to face ire from almighty with trouble
True soul may never resent unintentional guilt
As he has taken precaution to admit and built
He has already shed tears in presence of almighty
With full of remorse and expressing heartily sorry
Remember him not at the nick of the time
Pray sincerely when it has come to your notice any time
That shall give you some room to monovour and confess
You can go back to memory and can make clear trace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When I am alone
You were not there when needed
You had promised me when we wedded
That you will stand by me when I am alone
Even let that be heavy wind, cruel rain or cyclone
Before we decided to go ahead with married life
You had carefully chosen the role of wife
You had also whispered in my ears
That you shall be true companion for years
How greatly I felt about those sweet words?
They were like lubricant covered on sword
Life was known to be a weapon with double edge
Not all was to be moving right with so many pledges
It was circumstantial embracement totally unknown
You were never in angry mood with face dark and swollen
Something was eating you from within and totally unnoticed
You were loosing temper easily and totally antagonized
You were there at door steps when I entered home
With so much innocent smile and ready to welcome
I used to forget tiredness as if had totally gone
You were providing complete strength and relaxation at home
Even though we had decided to forgo little on our sides
There remained wide gap and differences besides
She was extra ordinarily brilliant and over imposing
Still she had relented and did not show as way of enforcing
Twos dashing personalities can not remain long at one place
Either of two has to take over helm of affairs in the race
Their true metal will come in open clash at little attitude
Later on it might pick up to dangerous level of magnitude
If any one of them realizes the seriousness of the relation
There won’t be any chance of coming up such questions
It can surface but can be brought under control easily
It won’t ’be allowed to worsen further and brought down firmly
First time I noticed nothing was going well from sometime
It was feared it may erupt with little ignition anytime
She was loosing patience on each and every occasion
I was loosing peace of mind and controlled passion
She would speak no words or express displeasure
She will neglect and keep mum to show it for sure
This will irritate me further to my discomfort
This was first sign of crack and set back in rapport
The discontent was brewing and I had its bitter test
I was trying to curb anger and not showing it at least
She had decided to strike it with full force at best
I feared life will be miserable to prove for the rest
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Shall I Make Peace
Shall I make peace and shall I accept this eternal enemy death
This unseen unfelt subtle that suffocates us out of last breath
And why shall I call it foe? Is it not our safest end of all our woe
We sinners the undeserved wretched do try to avoid it so
Does it not being a gentle drier of all love afflicted tears,
Is it not which nobly ends many times the cowards fears;
Does it not has this sweet repose to lovers sad despair,
Is it not the calm of human ambitions and rough over stretched care
Does it not move the seasons around to turn in different hues
Does it not make all things bloom, grow and replaced anew
If in regard of bliss and fortune he is but damned curse,
Yet the joys of Paradise were to Adam and Eve worse;
Since Adam had failed to sustain Paradise and from grace fell,
And God from Eden Adam and us the decedents did expel,
Death is no more an evil we so fear, but a relief;
The balm and cure to every Humane harm, sin or grief:
As impartial he is we all lie balanced equally under sluttish tombs
The same equal form or status we first left our mother wombs
Under his reign we shall suffer no illness or tooth ache as before
What man had forfeited, we now enjoy, and never can loose it more.
A Mother Doesn't Know...
Theirs times that you’re not around.
Theirs times it seems like you don’t care.
Theirs times I don’t see or speak to you.
Theirs times I question you.
Theirs times I don’t even care.
Theirs times I even wish I didn’t know you.
But what would I be without you?
Would I be different or would I be the same?
Have you changed my life?
Or did I change it on my own?
Was I different before?
How come you want nothing to do with me?
You leave me in the dust whenever you have the chance.
Doesn’t seem like you care.
If you do care you have a funny way of showing it.
We use to be like best friends.
I grew up and you kicked me off to the side.
Or did I kick you off?
So many questions.
Not enough answers.
Not enough time to even ask all the questions.
My mind feels like it’s going to explode.
Not enough time in the day to even express my feelings.
Not enough time to share my thoughts.
It never seems to be the right time.
When is the right time?
Is it today or tomorrow?
When will you be there again for me?
You went away so quick I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.
I guess drinking really got a hold of you.
Some have the will power and others don’t know how to say no.
How could you let drinking get to you?
When you have three kids.
Now two don’t even live with you.
Granted one of them is married.
But the other is still a young child.
Looks at you with disgrace.
You don’t even seem to notice.
While your family is breaking apart you just care about your glass filling up.
How do you live like that?
I know you’re not happy, so what’s bothering you?
You’ve been through a lot granted.
BUT SO HAVE I! !
Look what you’re doing to me.
What you think it doesn’t bother me?
It does but I guess that’s what blindness will do to you.
When will you notice me?
IM RIGHT HERE! !
Pick up the phone and call me sometimes.
Why do I always have to be the bigger person?
I’m supposed to be the kid.
When was I able to be a kid?
When will it be my time?
I’m always there for everyone else.
How come you can’t be there for me?
Your always trying to mess up what I accomplish.
Putting negative thoughts into my head constantly.
Do you want to see me fail?
Well I'm going to tell you right now IM NOT GOING TO FAIL! !
How come you hate me so much?
What did I do to you?
I was always the one that listened to how bad your day was?
I was the one who listened all the time
Who else was their for you?
Dad was always at work.
Sam was never home.
I was I was their.
But you don’t think about that now do you.
Since I left you don’t seem to need me anymore.
Now you have toked my friend to live with you.
But threaten her she will have to leave when she make’s a mistake.
How true are you?
You shad your tears about how much you miss me.
But do you really miss me?
Telling people lies after lies.
Why do you do what you do?
How come you act like that?
Can’t you go back to being yourself?
You’ve changed and I don’t like it.
To be honest not a lot of people like it.
But I guess whatever you want to do you will do.
But this is my time now.
Now you know how I feel.
So don’t ask me again.
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Cry for her
I really cry and feel for her
She is above all and no other
Can take her place with me
She is another name of thee
How to express personal gratitude?
She has bathed me even when I was nude
She will laugh all the time at my naughtiness
She will smile all the time with all brightness
Flowers blossom in the garden
No one feels it as burden
Mother too brings kid up
This is winning for her and triumph
What does she speak of child?
Sweet words even if I go wild
She will run after me for few steps
Take me in lap and offer no slap
She may try to cool me down
Make me to sleep at the cost of her own
She won’t mind if I piss in bed
Try to make me happy even if she is sad
She won’t allow me to cry
Number of tricks she may try
She will try to please me all the times
I will cause her worry sometimes
What does she expect in return?
Future security or reward in turn
I think it is wrong notion
She is down with always commotion
She may ask for nothing
Always wish for something
We may forget her great dedication
She may always willingly give indication
Today I miss her when she is not here
She has gone from here to somewhere
I don’t what she will be doing
But I feel she may be praying
I allow few tears to drop
It may mix with clay and help to grow crops
As earth may want some blessings from mother
I can feel for it and silently offer
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Taking her consent
“Will you love me” I posed a question
“No, not at all” I do not like its mention even
“How did u dare to ask it to me” she blasted
I lost the nerve and felt the strength really exhausted
First of all I had no intention of directly taking her consent
As every time she will come silently and not comment
This gave me some hope and I thought it was all clear
I too was not prepared for any negative reply with so much fear
I failed to understand the female psychology
They are known as very cooperative and raise no bogey
They may express everything but ultimately shy
You will not gather the courage to ask for it with why
I had full faith in her and got the same impression
She will never go for out right confession
She will test my patience and logic behind
I had yet to prove my commitment for her to find
Why is it so shaky that at first it has to be refused?
Then escape with the excuse that you are confused
I did not think over such defense in advance
As I was impatient to test it at once
I have some strong belief with real feeling
I do not believe in forceful imposition or stealing
It must be mutually agreed upon as holy gift
At no stage it must be marred by altercation or rift
I always wished it to be shared unconditionally
As love was forthcoming unintentionally
It had its own origin with strong attachment
I feared from within for its detachment
I have understood properly her unspoken words
It had consent from heart and forced me to look forward
She was really not unwilling but little hesitant
As the love had mushroomed not gradually but instant
I cooled her down and with little apologetic gesture
She too was frightened with unsecured future
She thought it may bring unwanted collapse
That may totally be contributed on her lapses
She realized it lately and conveyed a beautiful smile
This all happened in quick succession for a while
I too was taken a back for quick approval
I thought it is really time for spring’s arrival
I welcomed from heart her swift change over
It was well calculated and imagined cover
I was about to loose balance visibly in mind
As she had proved through considerate and very kind
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Keep Smile
Keep smile while you're climbing the highest mountains and so soon you'll arrive
Keep trying never give up
With honesty and strong faith you will never loose your ways
Keep the smile upon the face
And actually you will find out the strength
The strength of the honestly purified with the innoceny of smile
The hope will save your ways just keep the pure smile upon your face
Just a smile its enough to keep all the doors unlocked through hardest journey's of life
When you're lost and left alone
Just smile and you're half way home
When the hope leaves your life never cry keep your soul away from all those dark fears
Never you can find the light if you allow the negative thoughts to occupy your mind
With the time you'll become their slave unaware
Be aware of the negative thoughts to not become with the time your best habit
Keep smile and make the positive thoughts your friends throughout of all your roads.
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
D eath Crawl
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My Medals
I die over my medals, which make my nose run,
For the tears I tried to suppress, but no use,
Both hands can not cope with any old illness,
The way of death, and the ways of heaven.
One dies of combat and the wound is heavy
That tears flow on the colours of the rainbow -
Some tears are red blood, while others transparent like water.
The fragments of the war are like any spoils,
But the best spoils come from the head and heart,
It is death and its accompaniment,
Just how to feed the dead.
I die over my medals, which may produce the tears.
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An affectionate gesture
Kiss, kiss and kiss without any hiss
You are gifted with emotions so not to miss
It is not be taken as affront and objected
It is kind of affection and shan’t be rejected
Loving father can paste it on forehead
The affection and love is clearly read
The message is loud and very clear
Parents have taken long years to rear
It need not be confined to its narrow meaning
It may construed as distrust and demeaning
How can we lower our image by confining?
Let us understand it clearly by defining
At every stage we nee d love and affection
It has got its own action and reaction
There is no addition or subtraction
It is purely accidental and with affection
Lover boy may offer it with flower
He may express it in rainy shower
I may be understood by only fewer
Still he may go in for clear answer
What will be exchanged in return?
Who will respond and reciprocate in turn
There may be feeling of desire’s burn
We have lot many things yet to learn
Think of mother’s love to her kid
We can certainly take a lead
We might have across many times and read
It must rest peacefully in our head
There is no parallel for expression of love
Have you ever seen the love expressed by doves?
They swim across the lake and raise the voice
They have free will and have every choice
We are human beings and have sense to express
We may enjoy all the time but cry in duress
There is feeling at every stage
We should try to come out of cage
Love and hate are different syndromes
One may not influence each other and overcome
One may lead to frustration and uncontrollable rage
Other may help you to over come and manage
Have you ever witness joy on boy’s face in street?
When he is patted on back and emotionally greeted?
He is not being given anything which is uncommon?
Bu it is the best form of love always given and known
How a person reacts to grief when faced with imminent death?
His body is shivering with fear of departure and lying of wreath?
He is totally engulfed with the thought of effects aftermath
How disparately his soul dips into emotions to take bath?
Love is precious thing God has bestowed on everybody
It has to be expressed at proper time and proper place with anybody
No one may mind if there is clear intent of its expression
Otherwise who bothers what is said and what is mentioned
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