Unloading & Loading
*backbreaking, burdensome, exhausting, fatiguing, formidable, grueling, harsh, heavy, labored, laborious, murder, no picnic, onerous, painful, punishing, rigorous, rough, severe, strenuous, taxing, tiring, toilsome, tough, troublesome, trying, uphill
I left all the *burdensome goods in a street corner
And lit a cigarette non filter.
While sitting on the bus stop's wooden bench
I saw an old truck no number plate
Perhaps belongs to a junk yard
A young guy who loaded the ruins happily
For his endless journey,
And I took a fresh breath let going the giveaway!
to my friend of the journey Premji Premji in gratitude!
[The Buddha explained to one of his disciples Ananda who's watching the line of Ants crossing the path; 'Ananda you believe or not there are myriads of Kings and Rulers here in their previous births.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Woman in her sixties
My name is Woo Man
A rare name of the bygone Native.
Isn't it?
My caretaker, sixfooter a liar
And a former reputed Boxer
Who's in the Seventieth milepost
Eloped with a teenager
Like his daughter
In her racing car.
I would like to dance in the Hurricane
And show him that I am not an Icing cake
Really capable to fight still in the Ring
And bring the champion trophy home.
*[The monk Ananda a senior disciple of Buddha once inquired on their way to a certain place when they met a beautiful Woman, 'Sir, What do you think of a Woman? ' 'Great and precious Ananda but an obstacle for our Monastic journey, I smiled with her when we passed that's all but she accompanies with Ananda I think.' The Buddha said. Then he blushed.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dear Steve Jobs, What's Happening Around Apple?
Father of the Digital Revolution...
Master of innovation...
Design perfectionist...!
Who else can be all these
Other than Steve Jobs?
"If you live each day as it was your last,
someday you'll most certainly be right",
You inspired millions
During the graduation ceremonies
At Stanford University, on June 12,2005.
But, painfully I understand now,
You spoke out those lines
To those ill-treated Foxconn Workers
Who assemble Apple products,
To feed your global networks.....
Exhausting workloads,
Humiliating discipline,
And cramped dormitories!
Who else can be more aware of
Their slave days than you?
To them, everyday is their last day!
Sad, every product of yours is
Waxed with tears and hatred!
CONSOLE THEM,
AT LEAST WITH A MISSING BITE
ON THAT CYANIDE-LACED APPLE!
'Behind every huge success, there is an element of treason! ' - Premji
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America
Waxing Bodies,
Waning Minds,
Dried up Souls,
Ha...America!
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Greatest sin
Poverty is not a sin,
Dostoevsky had written.
But, if you turn your face away
That's the largest sin
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Obama or Mc Caine
Whether Obama or Mc Caine,
America will be the same as ever:
Hardcore conservative!
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Samsara
Oh! I watch this wonderful game in a lonely park.
A millionaire strikes a small ball with his iron club
And it flies to infinity,
He goes behind that happily.
The poor sinner caddy too crawls towards him
with a heavy bag that full of debts on his oblique shoulder.
*[ The endless journey, what 'Buddha' explains; cycle of unlimited births & deaths.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Please do not cut the green grass!
I am the grass; I cover all.
-Carl Sandburg
'They cut the grass their children to run
And where do I play with my little ones? '
The old Grasshopper Father cries.
'Please do not cut the grass
As your children have enough parks to run,
It's a sin that Lawnmower cuts not only the grass?
Thin necks of our whole nation too! '
The old Grasshopper Mother shouts.
*To brother Premji Premji in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Question asked the most
Don’t you have
Any other work
Sad, I am a poet
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Sharper than harpoons (Oneryu)
Words evil…….................
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Service
Burdensome service and heavy yoke,
You ought to support the weak and watch my muse;
For i have coverted no man's or woman's gold, silver or apparel!
And my stamina is all that gives me hope on this journey.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Buddha at Kamakura
Oye who treated the Narrow Way
By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day,
Be gentle when "the heathen" pray
To Buddha at Kamakura!
To him the Way, the Law, apart,
Whom Maya held beneath her heart,
Ananda's Lord, the Bodhisat,
The Buddha of Kamakura.
For though he neither burns nor sees,
Nor hears ye thank your Deities,
Ye have not sinned with such as these,
His children at Kamakura,
Yet spare us still the Western joke
When joss-sticks turn to scented smoke
The little sins of little folk
That worship at Kamakura --
The grey-robed, gay-sashed butterflies
That flit beneath the Master's eyes.
He is beyond the Mysteries
But loves them at Kamakura.
And whoso will, from Pride released,
Contemning neither creed nor priest,
May feel the Soul of all the East
About him at Kamakura.
Yea, every tale Ananda heard,
Of birth as fish or beast or bird,
While yet in lives the Master stirred,
The warm wind brings Kamakura.
Till drowsy eyelids seem to see
A-flower 'neath her golden htee
The Shwe-Dagon flare easterly
From Burmah to Kamakura,
And down the loaded air there comes
The thunder of Thibetan drums,
And droned -- "Om mane padme hums" --
A world's-width from Kamakura.
Yet Brahmans rule Benares still,
Buddh-Gaya's ruins pit the hill,
And beef-fed zealots threaten ill
To Buddha and Kamakura.
A tourist-show, a legend told,
A rusting bulk of bronze and gold,
So much, and scarce so much, ye hold
The meaning of Kamakura?
But when the morning prayer is prayed,
Think, ere ye pass to strife and trade,
Is God in human image made
No nearer than Kamakura?
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April Notes
O April!
You are the cruelest of
all months!
You know April,
love is a silent killer!
Comes like a sniper,
fires cannonballs into
silent hearts!
Changes them like
erupt volcanoes!
Transforms
every mind,
every moment cancerous
which multiply in
unknown progressions,
chain reactions
and I am sinking like Titanic!
O April!
Please don't torment me
with your flowers yellow,
stop your big bangs!
Kiss my soul
with your warm lips
and let it be one among
your everlasting flowers!
10.04.98
poem by Premji Premji
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Truth untold (Oneryu)
History………………..............
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Insomnia
“What’s God’s biggest boon to mankind? ”
What is your answer, dear friend?
If you ask me to answer, I will say:
It’s nothing but sleep…Deep sleep…
Blessed are those who can sleep
Irrespective of perils, places and
Strange situations…
Sleep makes you refresh
Every day is a rebirth
Fills your mind with
Beautiful dreams!
If it horrifies you,
Change your attitude
Towards the world…
Sleep…beautiful sleep makes you
Pleasant every-moment…
When are you going to bless me again?
poem by Premji Premji
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Endless Journey
There is a journey we all take,
To find who we are, what we will be and more.
The journey is endless, for it follows life
the good times and the bad.
the journey is hard but worth while.
It is filled with sadness and grief,
There is danger at every turn, every street.
Though, it isn't all so dark.
Sun shines even in the darkest hour;
as the birds sing, the flowers open.
The path brings you to people, to friends.
AS it goes on, even to love,
To happy times you spend in the sun
with the one that holds your heart.
The journey isendless, but full of hope.
Even when death comes and claims life
it's still not the wnd of the journey,
Only a new begining.
poem by Kai schultz
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Our Journey
Our journey
Been lots of bump in road
We can't do anything right because of each other
Everyone is blaming us
They are tiring of us complainting about each other
They just don't act like they do
It wasn't time that got in our way
It was you and me
I finally understand
Our journey
We try to work things out but,
No matter how hard we try it don't work
So we need to just stop and forget each other
We need stop making each other jealous
When we know that we are going to end up hurting the one we love
It's not worth anymore
We are not destiny for each other
There plently other people in this world beside each other
We just need to take it slow
Even though we might think about each other one day, well we shouldn't
There is nothing left to do
I'm through with this for good
We need to move on in separate direction
Our journey
poem by Christina Phan
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The saddest poem in one line
Toothless and homeless
This aggressive old bearded man
Robbed a toothpaste tube
From the Supermarket
And wrote something
On the glass window
Before they called Police!
'Hungry & Angry.'
*Dedication to my poet friend Premji in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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For Many
For many life is an uphill battle the years have brought gray to your hair
And your face that has known many Seasons wears the lines of worry and care
The boys and girls you went to school with like you have known a better day
And old father time keeps on ticking and ticking and ticking away.
For many life is never easy and some do look old for their years
Too young for an early retirement they age in their phobias and fears
They worry about money matters and they work hard just for to get by
Their life is a tough uphill journey uphill till the day that they die.
The wealthy they say have their worries money does not guarantee happiness
But their worries would be far greater if they were in a financial mess
Who would not wish to be wealthy and unhappy than to be unhappy and poor
At least if you have heaps of money you do feel financially secure.
For many life is a tough journey it is uphill all of the way
They do not look into the future they only live from day to day
It's a struggle just for to make ends meet to provide for their family
The working poor are not now uncommon they work to live in poverty.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Place To Sit
Smoochers and snoggers, and resting joggers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Ramblers and walkers, and street hawkers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Mini’s and Roller’s, and lady strollers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Old folk and young folk, and dogs with no folk
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Market traders and cavers, and money savers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Children that play who meet everyday
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Students and teachers, and lay preachers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Loose women and boys the ‘for sale’ toys
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Addicts and dealers, and police squealers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Dogs out for a pee who can’t find a tree
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Drunks in the night who like to fight
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Spray painters and doodlers, and bench abusers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Vandals and hooligans, and booted ruffians
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Demolishers and breakers, and obliterators
never stopped until they destroyed this concrete bench.
poem by Orlando Belo
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