Our Seasonal crops!
If all these wicked rusty Guns
turn out into tiny tractors
a soft soul could operate?
This *Earth would be a peaceful Farm Yard
instead of bloodshed?
You could provide our seasonal crops proudly
to the Heaven, Hell or Mars?
to my fellow poet friend robyn selters!
*The Buddha describes Earth as follows; Hard, Rough, Heavy, Soft, Melt and Smooth!
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Sweet-scented lavender shrub!
You have a gentle scent
But my odour of sweat?
You have that soothing colour
of bluish purple,
But I am just tan
As I work under the hot Sun.
I am scared to touch your soft petals
My palm is rough as I grip thorns in life?
Though I am sturdy
Please don't keep me in your arm's length.
Believe my friend!
My heart is a tiny fragrant flower
But none ever touched?
to my brotherly friend Romeo
many happy returns of the day!
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Organic Soul at Naughty Sixty!
I eat lettuces like a goat
Carrot & Beet
As same as Wine and Cheese
Wife hides the brown sugar bottle
And I sleep on the floor as per the doctor's advise for sciatica.
With all these restrictions
I have to participate the World Diabetic Marathon!
Darling it's harder to bring the cup this time home
At least a certificate for finishing the race too doubtful
Because the former champions
Alzhimer and HIV run in the race?
(for my poet friend robyn selters in gratitude!)
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Unknown Painters & Paintings!
Tiny kettle whistles in the kitchenette
and the rusty alarm clock cries
on the bedside table.
She must have woke up early
with a bad dream?
and prepares the morning cup of tea!
I too woke up lazily and wiped the frosty window
with my criss-cross palm?
O the faraway gloomy sky's covered
with heavy winter clouds!
Invisible Master! Have you done
this Masterpiece?
The entire life I tried but in vain
and my painting named 'Depression'
Not finished yet for the Exhibition?
['Nearly everyman who develops an idea, works at it up to the point where it looks impossible and then gets discouraged.That's not the place to become discouraged.']-Thomas Alva Edison
to my poet friend Nightmute in gratitude!
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Rubber Handcuffs and the Life-Prison called Freedom
Among the Felons
A pen-pusher for his bitter literature
Punished in a plastic cell.
A kind sentry probably a Homosexual
Purposely left the brass key in door front.
And the writer opens the cage door
Sees the bluish river up after a long time,
Stretches his feeble tattered wings
And tries to fly in the Melodramatic sky
It's Impossible!
Then only he realizes the next door cell inmate
A Pawnbroker notorious criminal
Who's plucked his all golden feathers!
* A humble dedication to my poet friend robyn selters!
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Essence of the Village and new dawn!
Soot over the chimney
And hoot wakes up the moody.
A Man wears an overall
With a spade he puts charcoal.
Moves slowly the steam engine
Early in the morning!
Train goes passing meadows
Cows eat the grass
Ferry crosses and the church bell rings
Village awakes!
The baker rolls the dough
A man with a plough,
The van brings the newspapers from the town
And the middle aged skinny driver's strange behaviour
With the widowed milkmaid turned into a new folklore
And sooner or later that definitely goes to the paper?
to my faraway poet friend robyn selters in gratitude!
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A ramshackle piano in a junk yard!
I cannot play any instrument
But I can hoot aloud against the unjust!
I just pressed a reed and in a low pitch
I heard this; ' Frederic Francois Chopin,
Do you remember a Polish pianist?
I suffered from poor health
And I died in Paris in 1849
At the age of 39.'
I want to say him that I have been to Gdynia
And I saw apple cheek beautiful girls in the dance of Mazurkas.
But I was dumbfound and I felt like a dummy run in the life theater
Or behind the stage as an unkempt underprivileged!
To my friend robyn selters in gra
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The Threadbare man cries in the third world
They do experiments, acrobats and miracles et cetera.
Their radars never catch a slight picture of him.
Even they see never bother of zero figures.
The bourgeoisie organizations bloom like mushrooms
and boast their welfare services.
The soft-hearted and soggy earth never refused to hide
the exodus and their poor skeletons.
To my poet friend Charles Chaim Wax
(not seen in the site a long time.)
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A poor Carpenter writes
Though I sandpaper this rough life
This abrasive substance won't smooth it
Ebony is hard to polish
And life gives an antique value
With a matt finish!
*To the silent poet Ebn Zaiat!
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The tough Landlord requests a poem?
It's very hard to find a gentleman like him,
A soft spoken, saintly figured
Who waits a long for the due rents
without nagging?
Like a feeble mother who keeps her child
for nine months in her watery safe womb?
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When Your Smouldering Round Bullet Pierce My Fragile Heart?
My tall brother soldier!
If your rusty gun is a guitar
Then people won't die in vain
and they listen to your
melodious voice!
But your rough fingers
The Warlords,
they trained you purposely
for the trigger
and not for strings?
My little brother soldier!
When your smouldering round bullet
pierce my fragile heart
Do you hear that
painful dying song of your father's voice?
to the Irish poet William Butler Yeats!
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Whenever the man leaves digging of Earth?
Heaven is the sky
And the sky is heaven.
The road on earth
Which leads to the path?
Shylocks still prefer the earth greedily
And do their bargain with the pound of flesh.
Though you take feathers from the tortoise
Never catch a word or a glance
By the earthly Goddess called “Woman”.
The given time is not sufficient to negotiate with her
And the God-fearing man cries forever?
I set free a page of the book
“Where the real tears hidden”
And you see it floats high
Like a lark in the sky.
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The Harvest
A severe drought but water melons expanded
in the back yard of the farmhouse.
There was no hunt the whole night
and the hunter returns home
with his rusty shot gun.
Farm lassie counts the melons
for the week-end market
and they smiled each other
While he was passing the fence.
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Where Is Heaven
My daughter asked me: daddy where is heaven?
I thought about this very carefully
asking myself the same question.
Then the answer came into my mind
Like a bolt of lightning.
Heaven is god, and god is heaven.
When we commit ourselves to god, body and soul
Then we are in heaven, because heaven is in us.
Yet when we fail to see what is in front of us
And what’s in our hearts, that’s when we are blind.
For god is in our hearts, and heaven is god.
Just look around at all that he has created
Then look into your heart and
see the beauties inside and out.
Why would god create the universe and the world
And not have created a heaven within us.
We are gods most beautiful creation
And he gave us his only begotten son
To show us the way to heaven.
Now many say that heaven is in infinity
and infinity has no beginning and no end.
and hell is here on earth, and some say it’s below the earth.
Now it is hard to believe that god
would make this beautiful earth as hell.
And if it was under the earth, where is the fire and brimstone
When we dig so deep into the earth searching for oil.
Heaven is in our love for god while on this earth
Then we go to his kingdom in his total heart
Where it is infinite.
This is where I see heaven my daughter.
It’s in all of us who believe in god.
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Every single moment I too spin with my Karma!
Uranus, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune
Pluto, Mars, Mercury,
Earth, Moon and Venus
Inside the Asteroid belt
Sun you give us the Light!
You rise every morning
And set every night
According to the same shift
I work for my stingy pot bellied Boss
And get a pay check every fortnight.
Earth spins and travel around the Sun
It takes 365 1/4 days,
Every moment,
I too spin with my Karma
And when I get a total Solar Eclipse?
(During a Solar Eclipse, the Moon moves between Earth and the Sun and blocks the Sun light for a short time.)
*My grandson's picture book 'The Sun' (Allison Lassieur's) forced me to scribble this...................
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Hes Evil
Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
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So Soft
Held in your arms in the back seat,
Cruising down the main street,
How can anyone have such little defense?
You're soft.
In between the sheets, left in limbo,
Covered me like the pillow
I can hardly tell the difference.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd leave everything.
But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
Love would melt me like hot butter.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd do anything.
Walking down the street, brushing arms,
You're moonlight dancing.
I try hard to keep my feelings in.
You're soft.
Dancing to the music, so low.
I knead you like dough.
How can anyone be so loving
And soft,
So soft?
To be, to be with you
I'd leave everything.
But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
You melt me like hot butter.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd do anything.
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Life inquires?
'How is your life? '
'You know better than me.'
I replied.
For the first time
I saw life cries;
And heavy rains from the sky?
A little lull
For the first time
I saw Earth smiles
After a severe drought?
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Wet Park Bench
*In my schooldays once in the Victoria park in Colombo I met him, an elderly person like a beggar with a heavy book, 'Baghavat Geeta' he holds and his name is Patrick Gabriel....may he rest in peace now! ]
After the storm
Life back to normal?
An old man who sits on a bench
Half asleep and a heavy book,
and a mackintosh aside,
still slightly wind
turning the pages of the book?
And a soft bookmark
flies in the wind
leaving all the burdens
probably his keepsake
who knows?
to Dr.Suzie Gharib still breaths in a corner of this ridiculous World?
[Thank you nimal for this tribute. I am overwhelmed. My absence from this web was due to personal reasons because nobody silences poets in Syria. I have published six books here. I lived in Scotland and Australia but it is only in Syria that I experienced the sense of freedom and unbridled expression. Do not believe what the advocates of democracy say on the news. Look at my new poem The Assyrian which I posted today(PH) . Thanks again and best wishes.]
[Let the words I speak today be soft and tender, for tomorrow I may have to eat them! ]-Unknown
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A Joss stick and fragrant flowers
In front of your statue
I burn on the same altar
With a smell of incense
Among these soft tiny flowers.
And I realize that I convert into ashes very soon
As the flowers wither.
We never live together for a long,
And I hope we meet again someday
Somewhere beyond the sky?
A humble dedication to the poetess Sue Ann Simar
*Remember the sorrows of earth.Look with kindness on those who suffer, who struggles against difficulties, who drink of the bitterness of life.
-Prayer in time of need.
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Here On Earth …, There In Heaven…
Here on earth imperfection, there in heaven perfection
Here on earth discontent, there in heaven content
Here on earth disgrace, there in heaven grace
Here on earth disease, there in heaven ease
Here on earth hatred, there in heaven love
Here on earth war, there in heaven peace
Here on earth decay, there in heaven freshness
Here on earth selfish, there in heaven selfless
Here on earth oppression, there in heaven liberty
Here on earth agonize, there in heaven relax
It’s either on earth, or in heaven
The decision, all yours
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