Prose Poetics-5
It's an accepted custom
That pictures of gods are
Worshipped daily
But with what respect?
To print them on
Grocery and other packs
Just to hurl them onto
Dirty roads and litter-bins?
I guess
Afterall five elements are
Gods too
So what if they get
Flipped or sunk or
Burried or burnt?
Or what if they are
Chewed by stray cows or
Preyed by stray dogs or
Prayed by the waste pickers?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Stray dogs
Here and there and everywhere
Stray dogs doing business
And barkedup wrongtrees
And spoiled the working
Environments.
Stray dogs have no
Commonsense not true
Stray dogs encounter
The alien.
Stray dogs safeguard
The interest
And ensure to make
The area clean.
Stray dogs welcome
Common mass
Stray dogs do not like
Corrupt class.
Stray dogs can only think
The morrows
Stray dogs have practical
Experience and knowledge
You know I know all know.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Trailer Park Child
trailer park child;
his brothers and sisters,
stray dogs and cats...
his momma a crack pipe,
his daddy an old truck
up on blocks...
eating old cereal
from the box with the rats...
but he can read....
eviction notices, Bible verses,
and the warning labels
on cigarette packs...
the dirty prodigal son,
no name, just 'boy! '
empty gasoline cans...
a dead skunk in the road!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Gods
Gods of the white man,
Gods of the black man,
Gods of the almond shade
all of these Gods
have done one thing,
made the people afraid.
Gods of the red man,
Gods of the brown man
Gods of the yellow hue,
all of these Gods
have done the same
divided them into
Separate people
who've been led to believe
their God is the holy one
to save their souls
and pardon them
and deliver them
from earthly sin.
How can there be
so many Gods?
Isn't there only one?
One for every single soul
born unto this earth.
He's every color that there is
since the world's begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Gods We Become?
we kill...
'holy' hands forming gods
out of our paper bag hungers,
in the image of our fears.
we sacrifice blood,
in the name of redemption.
and the ghosts of the innocents
burn our thoughts and our eyes.
what kind of father
teaches his children
to kill each other?
are we bastards, or liars,
afraid of our sins?
even the earth we defile,
cries against us in anguish.
the morality we buy and sell,
is bitter to the taste.
the voice of the eternal,
lost in the din and the madness.
leaving only the tug of the wind,
the cries of small children
the whimper of stray dogs.
words written in charcoal,
on forever grey skies...
'i have come to you,
again and again,
in countless forms,
speaking your own languages,
wearing your own skin...
why have you forgotten me?
and who do you follow? '
the voice behind gods,
or the gods we become?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If You Had It
Once you have been lied to...
By anyone who claims,
They are close to you.
And this has been excused.
Get used to it.
You've allowed someone,
To make this a custom.
And you have become the one...
To disregard when it comes to respect.
So you should not suspect,
A reaction of getting upset...
Will be noticed or connected,
To what has been done.
Afterall...
When it comes to integrity,
It was accepted you had none.
If you did...
Your behavior would not be considered erratic.
If you had it!
But what you have is a lack of consistency.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether We Are Dogs Or Men
whether we are dogs
or gods
or men
it does not really matter
if we believe in nothing at all
if we believe
that there is no reason why the wind blows to the west
why the birds build their own nests
why glaciers exist
why we write poems
it matters. why we always want to say something
and open our hearts
for them to see the white doves
flying there
it matters. why we wake up and wash our face.
why we ask. why we look for answers.
whether gods or dogs or simply men.
it matters now when we begin to believe
about eternity.
this sense of being incomplete.
the want to be
completed. it matters now. whether we are dogs or gods or simply
men.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Lap Of The Gods
Ah ah ah ah ah
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Ah ah ah
I live my life for you
Think all my thoughts with you and only you
Anything you ask I do for you
I touch your lips with mine
But in the end I leave it to the lords
Leave it in the lap of the gods
What more can I do?
Leave it in the lap of the gods
I leave it to you
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
I want you to
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Lap of the gods
song performed by by Queen from Sheer Heart Attack
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Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.
quote by Jack Kerouac
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Stray Dogs Lapping
stray dogs lapping
at the bloody tracks
the homeless leave in the snow.
burnt out Marlboro fingers
shaking with the cold...
small children's big eyes screaming
with silent stinking fear!
and the halls and the walls
of the traders vibrate with smoke...
nothing gained, nothing lost,
in the land of nothing....
my grandmother's Bible lays by
the stove that was never empty...
my father sits and stares at the walls,
listening for the echo of....
my mother's voice....
and all the things we believed in
are lost,
forgotten....
stray dogs lapping
at the bloody tracks
the homeless leave in the snow...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hindus are not Vedic.
The Vedic concept is the Hindutva,
We are led and made to believe.
See the Gods the Hindus worship.
Most of them are not Vedic Gods.
See their custom and practice.
They did not originate from Veda.
Muslims and Christians converted
The people in India.
Aryans converted the gods of tribes.
Tribes followed their gods
To be sheltered in the Hinduism.
Hindus are not out and out Vedic.
But still Aryan Brahmins are their cowherd.
14.03.2001, Pomdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Outlaws
Owls: they whinney down the night,
Bats go zigzag by.
Ambushed in shadow out of sight
The outlaws lie.
Old gods, shrunk to shadows, there
In the wet woods they lurk,
Greedy of human stuff to snare
In webs of murk.
Look up, else your eye must drown
In a moving sea of black
Between the tree-tops, upside down
Goes the sky-track.
Look up, else your feet will stray
Towards that dim ambuscade,
Where spider-like they catch their prey
In nets of shade.
For though creeds whirl away in dust,
Faith fails and men forget,
These aged gods of fright and lust
Cling to life yet.
Old gods almost dead, malign,
Starved of their ancient dues,
Incense and fruit, fire, blood and wine
And an unclean muse.
Banished to woods and a sickly moon,
Shrunk to mere bogey things,
Who spoke with thunder once at noon
To prostrate kings.
With thunder from an open sky
To peasant, tyrant, priest,
Bowing in fear with a dazzled eye
Towards the East.
Proud gods, humbled, sunk so low,
Living with ghosts and ghouls,
And ghosts of ghosts and last year's snow
And dead toadstools.
poem by Robert Graves
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The Adventurer of God
They are solid steel, the rocks are built by gods,
Mountains and volcanoes are one, by gods.
Yet we see the lava flow and the abolishment,
To address them is to arrive at and abandon, by gods.
Any geographical feature on the map carries fascination,
One is adventured, one is fine with distortion, by gods.
The map is a remedy for the plain and ill, the happier,
Yellow streams and wooden forests are a distinction, by gods.
Let us laugh and be merry on this whole globe,
Let godliness reign supreme with this incantation, by gods.
The gods are lovable towards their kingdom,
The wishes of the valley are mine in slow-motion, by the gods.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Many Gods
Gods are too many in one religion-
That is an asking of much distaste.
Gods are like religions of adjustment,
Lots of them would affect us in different ways.
Gods may produce laughter,
But Thor is no good with thunder.
Gods are not selling me objects,
Due to the weather and frame of mind.
I live with gods and goddesses
For I am a job to do with the highest ones.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Do Not Stray To Far My Love
Do not stray to far my love
a second, a minute, an hour
tears at my heart in your absence
though my love grows fonder
and more determined to fight
do not stray to far my love
it is your spirit, your soul
the heart I see within you
which gives me strength
reveals all that is beautiful
and shows me hope
do not stray to far my love
for there is a weeping tear
which only your name can dry
and it is in all this love
a word spoken with ease
that I see a truth in myself
without you I will be lost
do not stray to far my love
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Gods
The ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond and jade,
Sit silently on their temple shelves
While the people
Are afraid.
Yet the ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond-jade,
Are only silly puppet gods
That the people themselves
Have made.
poem by Langston Hughes
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To them that ask, where have you seen the gods, or how do you know for certain there are gods, that you are so devout in their worship I answer Neither have I ever seen my own soul, and yet I respect and honor it.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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Most Religious People
Most religious people believe their god is the only god though their god they never see
If this be so there are many gods it would seem to me
Each religious grouping claims god as their own
With religion the numbers of unseen gods has grown.
And though to every religious grouping respect one ought to pay
I do not have a god to believe in or to which I could pray
We all look at life in a different sort of a way
And to each their own as some are known to say.
I respect them for their beliefs the respect everyone's due
And for as long as to the higher self one remains true
And to help those in need of help go out of one's way
The god you believe in does seem quite okay.
But you can have it from me one who pens doggerel
A non believer to some and to many an infidel
That the god you believe in you do not represent
If your anger on others you are known to vent.
poem by Francis Duggan
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He has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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The Old House
The red skies engulf the bay under
Whilst silence sweeps the current away
Islands, harbor, creeks, rocks and sholes
Soundings and anchoring
Entice and hypnotize
A distance throw from the jetty
Stray dogs run toward the old house
Its long lost companion and shelter
Five years ago it was filled with plot lines
A best selling wonder, worth a ponder
The old house by the bay
Memories linger on the walls,
Hide in the pillars
Float on the roof
Stray dogs find its way in
They see another alluring chapter
Once, I lived there
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Gods
Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods.
She began looking in the sky
—expecting a large white angel with a blue crotch.
No one.
She looked next in all the learned books
and the print spat back at her.
No one
She made a pilgrimage to the great poet
and he belched in her face.
No one.
She prayed in all the churches of the world
and learned a great deal about culture.
No one.
She went to the Atlantic, the Pacific, for surely God…
No one.
She went to the Buddha, the Brahma, the Pyramids
and found immense postcards.
No one.
Then she journeyed back to her own house
and the gods of the world were shut in the lavatory.
At last!
she cried out,
and locked the door.
poem by Anne Sexton
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