A blue Sun on the black Horizon!
He draws a black line
with the pastel
my grandson,
And I draw on that
a blue circle.
Then I suggest
You bring this
to an art competition
and let them choose the title.
He added some red birds
to the blank area.
How beautiful
when birds
fly in the sky
and no room
for War planes?
[Our children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see.]-Unknown
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Farmer's unlettered wife laments
She lives in a remote village with her one and only daughter.
Her epileptic husband died a long ago,
Then the child was just completed five years.
'Oh! The University, it seems close to universe.
I have never seen such a place even in my faded dreams.
So my darling daughter you have already packed everything and leaves soon.
I am not worried about me.
While you learn many things of the cruel World, I am sure there won't be a single blank page in your heavy books for the orphan shepherd boy to make a pastel drawing.
He too run away like your kind father.
Though I am a simpleton my dear, that I could predict well.'
* To my loving deceased mother, her unaccomplished dream is that one of her children would be enrolled to an university some day. Mom! I am sorry but I learned to draw a black face with white paint and vice versa in the life-school.
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Birds of Spring
Birds of spring they
bring on so many things
sounds they send
to each other,
that only they
can understand
in their sweet
cheerful harmony.
Sweet smell in
the air this
beautiful april day
listening to these creatures.
Taking in the warmth
of the sun that
is so overdue, blue
skies beauty to the eye.
Birds in flight
from one tree
to the other, getting
ready to produce life.
Cool breezes this
day so fine to hear
birds of spring echoing
music to my ear.
Birds of spring
to many to mention you all,
Robbins, Wrens and Cardinals
or a few I see, oh so beautiful.
To hear their chirping
wondering what they're saying
at this moment
will sit here for awhile.
Sounds this day
so relaxing is it
to listen to these
birds of spring.
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Black And Blue
Slip n' slide, push it in
Bitch sure got the rhythm
I'm holding back, yeah, I got control
Hooked into her system
Don't draw the line
Honey, I ain't through with you
The harder the better
Let's do it 'til we're black and blue
Well, you never know when love will come
Gotta get it while you got it
A little bit of everything, even when it hurts
Sure feels good
Don't draw the line
Honey, I ain't through with you
The harder the better
Let's do it 'til wi're black and blue
Yo mama!
Black anbd blue
Gotta, gotta, gotta, make it right
Don't draw the line
Honey, I ain't through with you
The harder the better
We'll do it 'til were black and blue
Don't draw the line
Baby, I ain't through with you
The harder the better
Let's do it 'til we're black and blue
The wetter the better
Let's do it 'til we're black and blue
Do it 'til we're black and blue
The wetter the better
Let's do it 'til we're black and blue
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It's one of his radical paintings
They refused to take his painting for the Exhibition.
The reason they explained; ' It's a blank canvas.'
Then the painter argued; ' It's titled as Blank life.'
'At least there should be a brush mark then we can accept.' the director of the Art Gallery said.
With his ball point pen he kept a dot in the middle of the canvas
And added to the title as 'Full stop to the blank life.'
The director was really appreciated and taken the painting back.
* To my friend Denis.Joe who threw a torch into my little dark World and I saw this strange sign shines in the darkness.
'If the door is locked, someone is inside? '
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Scare-crow and a twitter bird
You stuck in the mud full time
and no progress but alert all the time.
There is no praise from your master.
This field is too big for you
and I would like to be your partner.
Living in a remote place together
we can cultivate in a small area
just for our living.
I will sing for you day and night till I die.
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Moderate Two thousand and ten
At the market place the old cobbled street
Turned into a main street,
New vendors, Singers, Beggars
Call girls(with high-heels)
Magicians, handsome politicians(with sport shirts) and etc.,
I watched a retired electrician replaces a new bulb
On an old lamp post,
And I sniffed the rings of smoke from chubby Mayor's aromatic cigar
That goes to the new blue sky full of birds or war planes?
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I walk slowly to my old thatched school
Birch trees have taken off their winter clothes
And exposed to the smiling Sun.
I see no raindrops and birds flew in the sky
Some robins chat with the worms on the playground
Where my grandson merry with the other children in the school.
And the bell rang all lined up like a fancy train to go to their classes.
I was so sad where's my school and the golden class.
The parapet wall divided the Girl school next door
Remember we peeped through the broken spaces
When the flowery girls come out to the grounds!
I was like a punished student at the belfry hall
In the bygone schooldays?
If there's a school for elderly/handicapped
I'll get a photocopy of my tattered certificate of birth
And I really dream to enroll as soon as possible?
[A new broom sweeps clean, but the old brush knows the corners.]
-Irish Proverb
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Night lingers but taciturn?
When the sky's getting darker
Birds hurry to fly for their roosts
And Sun prepares to sleep
leaving Moon,
To do the graveyard shift
with Stars.
I see the faraway traffic lights
fading along the road.
Night is dull like the gloomy life!
But some nocturnal willy-nilly flowers
bloom for the parade?
*[Happiness held is the seed;
Happiness shared is the flower.]
-Unknown
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The Pencil Drawing
My Grandson is not well these days
It seems to be Bronchitis?
He draws America with a pencil stub
And he wants me to scribble something.
He says write a letter instead of an essay?
Please write down Sonny!
But no spelling mistakes
Like old politicians.
Dear Mr.Amerigo Vespucci,
My President is Mr.Barack Obama
And I am Siluna Bogamuwa.
Would like to have sisters like Malia Ann and Natasha!
America is very big like my tiny heart
America is strong as my handsome father.
America is kind as same as my loving mother.
I like to play football and bring highest marks to you all!
If you stop all the wars?
My Grandma would sing the National Anthem in her high pitch voice
And my slim jolly-good Grandpa likes to be a black puppy
in the White House if not chained?
[True strength is very delicate.-Nevelson]
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My grand son's pastel drawing
Siluna! Who sent me a drawing.
'Grandpa here's you! .'
A little house
By a Coconut tree
An old man with a beard
And he holds a string
A Red kite in the sky.
I replied him;
'Thank you very much for your lovely drawing my Sonny!
And I was searching in the pale sky
Your departed brother who left us
Without saying a Good bye!
And I added one more kite in Orange color
Flies in the mysterious sky without a string!
*To our deceased loving Grandson Prabashwara, one day we too come to that reserved place and definitely we bring this poem for you!
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When dreams are faraway!
Yet, I close my eye lids
and pretend that I sleep
Hear the cries of children
Where they're looking for parents,
Planes fly in the sky
and dropp not money
But the poor wait
and see perhaps some gifts.
Moon shines with stars,
and the clouds run
Still I am awake
Though I pretend
That I sleep?
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Olympic Games started with a bang!
I too watched the grand spectacle
in my old T.V.,
Really it's beautiful
and a superb pageant!
But I have a regret
and a sad poem gathers in my heart of the colonial
poor friends who left behind?
They could run faster than Jaguar when in hunger
But unfortunately their loose-leaf passports were not endorsed
for flying overseas because they're still rural village birds
bare-footed?
[It's good to have an end to journey towards;
but it's the journey that matters, in the end.]-Le Guin
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The Sparrows chirp at my window sill
I know my little birds
It's pretty warm outside
And you try to open the window.
This is not my home dear
Somebody elses?
And I pay a handsome rent
Once in a month.
If it delays a late fee comes as an unknown friend
And if not paid definitely they open the window
And throw me out
Bring another poor Saint?
*Most probably in a dream if I am not mistaken, I told my beloved wife;
'Darling if I make a platonic love with the beautiful widowed Landlady, we could have quit from the rent for sometimes! '
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Black & Blue
Slip n slide, push it in
Bitch sure got the rhythm
Im holding back, yeah, I got control
Hooked into her system
Dont draw the line
Honey, I aint through with you
The harder the better
Lets do it til were black and blue
Well, you never know when love will come
Gotta get it while you got it
A little bit of everything, even when it hurts
Sure feels good
Dont draw the line
Honey, I aint through with you
The harder the better
Lets do it til were black and blue
Yo mama!
Black and blue
Black and blue, yo mama!
Black and blue
Gotta, gotta, gotta, get it right
Black and blue
Dont draw the line
Honey, I aint through with you
The harder the better
Well do it til were black and blue
Dont draw the line
Baby, I aint through with you
The harder the better
Lets do it til were black and blue
The wetter the better
Lets do it til were black and blue
Do it til were black and blue
The wetter the better
Lets do it til were black and blue
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Bootee!
I found
your
precious
bootee
Mom
in my dark room!
I tried
them
to my
wearied feet again.
But it's not fit?
Then I realized that
I am closer to your
resting place!
to all the mothers knitted our lives!
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Blue Skies Bring Tears
Unleash the armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns your given
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presense
Of resurrection touch
And it's about time
It's about drawing near
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Descend the darkened stairway
Make hate with plastic playmates
And fire out remaining traces
Of your self esteem
Mainline the deepest secrets
Lick clean the dirty fingers
I am a stranger to you
As you are to yourself
And it's about time
It's about fear
Blue skies bring tears
Don't you want me (don't want you)
Cause I await cityside
We'll watch the seas start to die
Blue skies bring tears
Take me inside your body
Blue skies bring tears
Cover me with your soul
Blue skies bring tears
To the darkest reasons
Blue skies bring tears
Is where I wish to go
Blue skies bring tears
You are the sweetest flower
Blue skies bring tears
That I have ever devoured
Blue skies bring tears
I ask for nothing given
Blue skies bring tears
For nothing in return
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
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Our Country
Their country treated them well,
Like an animal is kept a good pet.
Forms of employment missed us and wedded us,
Concern for the violent debt whets our appetite.
We see more landings of aircraft than anyone,
Because we are near an airport.
Five planes have concerned us most,
The very ones near our home just an hour ago.
We saw flight like that of birds;
Birds are beautiful, and so are we,
But do we see the air planes and their noise more often?
Our country is concerned with us
And other countries.
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Sky's Bird
Do you still remember the color of the night,
How endless it seemed to go out to,
So stunning, yet frightnening its beauty was
Like a sky calling the birds, you can't resist its cry.
Another morning rises up,
As another dream falls down,
And even though I know its going to disappear,
I don't want to let go.
It's like the sun and moon,
Always going around and around,
Never meeting up with one another.
The shadow of reality,
Cast this illusion onto my life,
So I don't what's real and what isn't,
Holding on tight, I never plan to let go of my beliefs!
I believe in a night that draws you in,
No matter how hard you fight back,
Even though it may grow tiring,
You'll always run back like the birds do to the sky.
Escaping its grasp is inevitable,
If you resist too much, you might lose yourself,
But even though it was once your home,
You'll always have a place to fly back to like the birds to the sky,
Like the birds, like the birds, do to the sky,
Like the birds like the birds, do to the sky.
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The broken nest
The parents built it nicely
And I saw the gooey clay
They've plastered well inside
for their comfort.
But the nestlings
flew away in the serene sky
without leaving a trace
When their wings were strong enough.
O the old parent birds were looking into the sky
for their goodwill return,
But their sad chirping
Do they hear?
[Love is a friendship set to music.]-E.Joseph Cossman
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Beak Kind To Birds!
Beak kind to birds both near and far,
Both high and low as well...
To me, each bird's a superstar!
In fact, to me, they're swell!
Beak kind to birds and show you care
With titbits now and then...
And watch with wonder as they share
Their breakfast once again!
Beak kind and keep your cats at bay...
Else feeding birds take flight!
It's nicer seeing birds at play
Than watching them take fright!
Beak kind to birds, give them their space
So they may co-exist...
For none on Earth can take their place,
So they'd be sorely missed!
Beak kind to birds, they'll flock to you -
They're all our feathered friends!
It doesn't matter, black or blue...
Beak kind - 'cos it makes sense!
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