Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Contemporary Poetry Anthology

WHITE DOVE An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity

Written by:

Santosh Kumar Biswa

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White Dove An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Author/Poet: Santosh Kumar Biswa Email: santoshkr4545@gmail.com Mobile: +975 17632608 Country: Bhutan All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or in any language or by any means whether electronically, mechanically, photocopying or otherwise without specific prior written permission of the author/poet.

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Cover Design and Layout: Santosh Kr. Biswa

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This Anthology is Dedicated to His Majesty the King of Bhutan, All the Readers of this Book, My Dearest Wife (Ganga Biswa Diyali), My Sons (Avinash and Ayaan Ceyone), My Daughter (Alisha), My Parents and Parents-in-Law & My Relatives.

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“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility" (William Wordsworth)

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“Poetry is the spontaneous aspect of a wandering mind that reveals truths and emotions in the words of a poet, in an explicit manner.�

(Santosh Kumar Biswa)

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"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion" (T.S. Eliot)

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PREFACE

The word Poetry is derived from the Greek word “Poiein” which means, “to make.” Poetry is literature in metrical form that resembles beauty and the evocation of feeling. It is the expression of human thought in a musical form that involves figures of speech, rhyme, and rhythm that create ideas and feelings.

This book contains Eighty-seven Poems that cover a wide range of themes basically focusing on Humanity.

Love, Peace, Fidelity and

This book will encourage a productive exploration

that feeds the confidence of the readers both to develop their own responses and to read and enjoy poetry in the target language on their own.

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The rhythm or the images conveyed in this booklet may not appeal to some readers. They have to choose the most appropriate one for their own taste and interest.

I hope that the reader will find this book a delightful source of inspiration that stimulates their reading habits and makes reading a pleasurable pursuit.

Santosh Kumar Biswa

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Peace through Love Peace isn't as cushy as any soul reckons, Neither could the wealth bribe, as weapons.

It is, but a phenomenon away from hatred, Every single heart possesses it to be catered.

Aimlessly withering around isn't exactly enough, Like an unwise man's words that seem sough.

It is, but a product of deep love and kindness, Of the humanity towards those in wryness.

Peace isn't a puppet, easily that can be hosted, Something to be held in self then love to be boosted.

It is, but a respect derived from self to build unity, For one to promote it, on this mighty world with Honesty.

The love, simple it sounds, but difficult to count, To love humans isn't easy when oneself can't account.

It is, but a congruent relationship that takes humility, For peace to override in love among humanity.

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The patients of love, without which the world turns sketchy, For the death mind can't unite souls, but remains touchy.

It is, but a love that combines variety souls, For peace to spring upwards and for common goals.

Mist Oh Mist! In you I see the problems of mankind, In droplets you come by, like weeping in grief, Gloomy, without the lambent joy of life to let free Like the perfect natural emotion that deceives And sagacity to invite death at heaven's door.

You agitate first, then flee, not out of your volition, But upon being consoled by the warm zephyr Like from the dearest one all human undergoes, To instruct us about its transiency in existence Clouded by temporary cecity in mentation.

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Let all Human Sing about Humanity Shall I compare thee with Narcissus's pride Or with the star-maiden Astraea noted for renewal?

Thou art so pure in mind; the spirit of renewal Higher in quality, wiser in compassion to count, Fanatic in self that gains you the clean man.

Here I salute thee, thou art the warrior today, Amongst all, thou possess the mind of humanity, Dauntless in kindness, nothing to strike from any.

The mercy - I see in thee, thine weapon For the fight in the battle for unfortunate one; Knocketh down by the faith of sorrows and grief.

Thou art the crown; with the flag of sympathy in hand.

I fancy in thine brow, the rising sun of hope Purity in love with the hands wide open to keep them firm Turned out for those needy; solely dejected in mind.

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Often I call back, thou yelling at me to mull over To beat out with pride, not to fix the self entirely; The serving mind to imply that Teresa gave birth, Being their deities, as an agent of God for all To gratify all Nations comfy in mind to revel.

Thou art the Hercules of nurturant conduct, Justification isn't the affair of thine mission.

I confer thee, altruism resides deep in thine heart, For thou art the man of ethics to share fairness Not alone to thine dearest one, but for the indigent.

I implore thee, let all human sing about humanity Higher in pitch to diffuse, along with thee Over the mountains, across the horizon Until the end, for utopian Golden Age to come Forever of love and kindness for happier Earth.

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The Love, be it Ephemeral Under the willow I wait thou growest full With ethereal glows over the sea of darkness, In thy fullness, to delight with my Lulu again And her physical manifest that drive me wild.

Stand firm, retard thy swiftness for the gusto Like the still leaves on scatty of gusty breezes To probe beauty of her and the love that does And then I'll ghost across thine yard to trace.

The love, be it ephemeral, but I shall chance it, Dousing on her and to feel the contrast I have, And thou as a beholder, to attestant my state Of my addiction under this willow, not my bed.

Every full is my judgment day and I get anemic But her beauty subdues my wussy mind over again.

When I break, thou art the lawyer of my realness To let Hoi polloi know the reality of any mediocre love.

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The Peace, as their Religion Let the peace fly over the calm sky like the dove, The way, so tranquil, no one to irritate anyone, With tunes of angels and feelings of serenity, Nothing to stress over, nothing to fear about.

The vivacity, so smoothly fortified, so calmly, Every day to sing new tunes of adoration and care, With their sorts without any limits of obstructions.

No hues to see, but equally in love to count, Along a similar ground for merriment to encourage.

The peace, as their religion and their substance, No pointing of faults, but simply rectification, No disputes and jealousy in them dwell, Just the adoration in collaboration for rapture, And their ages to memorize from, what they suffice.

No hatred to get wind in their wings when it folds And the tone so soft when their melody streams out And their homes lit up like the sun in affection.

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The Force of Nature The Moon glade on the pond springs its reflectivity, The wavelet, it adorns like the heaven's floor, In the wilderness, my mind to reverberate And pebbles that impetus towards the goal Where I stand, for a wake-up call of tranquil To cue 'bout idyllic might, of the natural sights, In an ideal locution to delights my pensive mind.

The skylark in its dulcet tone treasures above And the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, Solace me to bemuse and to get unfrozen, The force of nature, to read that edifies humans, That lets my mind to apricate like in the winter, Me as a twig, anmil me with its overtures To let peace, to rest in mind and to cast pain.

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The Peace, out from my Love Until crepuscle, to an affluent city I jaunted, A voyage over the sea and the highest slopes, To abut with humans loaded up with riches, For serenity, that dwells inside their four dividers.

I went instead clashing with their dateless prides, What's more, the docket, so stiff even in their leisure.

The next, to the ghetto over the level aside, In the promise, for peace away from wealth.

An easy path, I got to march with those in poverty, For serenity, that resides in their local region.

My heart went wild clashing with their hope of enduring, And their rigidness to battle over friends for holding out.

At that point, over to the highest mountain I ascended, Battling the rough current of air and the calorific sun, Nigh to the Heaven for a conversation, with God. Just, I discover no God to manage, just the flimsy air.

I went unsated clashing with my own denied mind And the narrow-mindedness that is within me.

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Back to my abbot, about life, I realized vividly, Stuck in the niche to meditate and to search for, Of peace that are conceived inside self that multiplies.

And, so I raised the flag of love out of my own self, Thereof, the peace in me revived out from my love That welcomed some more, with me to sing and move.

A Child A child is but a poetry of life, In the likeness of poetry, he appears, In action, the youthfulness to reveal.

A child is but a metaphor of your verses Of life that you write through their infancy, Good to do good and bad to do bad.

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To Paint the Peace Smile on the face is something that mends, Divine in itself, not all can possess in prime.

A chiliad horses in the combat can't equate, The deep pleasure during the victory gained, Higher in essence, the glee isn't measurable When a grin casts away the clever black bile And the rainbow that surrounds the heart For eternal bliss beyond human vision.

The cost, no penny can liken its echt values, Higher than god's mercy, it takes hold of it For the mind that yell only can weigh its depth When restored like chants in heaven's gate Like the sun that shower warmth in coldness And be the Godly human in favor of glum one To paint the peace and the stage to glow deep And smiling attenders to cherish and flourish.

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Let the Rainbow Dance with your Words The world seems to taper its gap apace, The gentle form of beauty isn't alike now, More than words, caput seems to breed, Not of God, but of own account, all are deaf.

In sooth, the sacred parole, no one clenches, The one that hath, talks of superiority in him.

God is blank, he knows not but remains ignorant For words are few, heads are more in recess.

Wake up, words seem vitiated in the bunch, Human seems deaf to take in any positives.

Still, the time waits for words to knowledge For a man to read another, in halcyon love.

The life walks in once, never again for another, Whatever possessed remains, we go empty.

Let words be as gentle as hands that give, In knowledge to live and humanity to praise.

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The hierarchy of men is but a temporal norm That last less, but we're to survive long in heaven, In sameness of God, equal in order and lives To weigh all in equality, in equal mind and kind.

Oh, men! Let the rainbow dance with your words Beautifully in unity, of colors that brightens, The open chest that brings humanity in rest For peace to count in the number and flourish.

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Just a Hug Just a hug, then you're on the path of chastity, The vanquisher of human's nous you become, Not of the great power, but of the modest love.

Priceless it is, with values more than a life, From the tomb, that still can raise the death.

The warmth it imbues is eternal in its frame, At one time the fragile heart to resurrect again And the stream of sadness to overcome soon, The smile, with the flag of new despairs to climb Like the nightingale's song, so pure of passion.

Just a hug, chiliad grief surceases at once, Hatred to be overruled, peace with a diadem, Not through the narrow hole, merely the wider one, For it takes no penny, but the credence heart And the kinship to rule for the felicity to arrive.

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On the Little Stage Just the performer we are on the little stage Be that as it may, the stage appears so tainted.

So dull it appears, the brilliant light is esteemed.

Some appear to be occupied and others oblivious, Nobody seems to be concerned about their deed, The act that ought to be, the audience awaits For the act of decency, love and care.

But, not inwardly do they look to infer, And the performance looks scattered.

In their own way they represent personal talent, Nobody bothers, for the stage are debilitated Nobody watches, for the improvement inside is broken.

Oh performer! Have persistence on your deeds, Stop, to clean it well first for the better occurring For if the stage collapse, you all shall collapse And the show may fail all at once to start.

Better stay cautious for better show to come So that your audience may rejoice and you as well And the stage continues for the young generation.

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Winter Time With my smoky exhale out through the window, I gazed, Before dusk, the orange-red blinked from its bed And the silent night that reminded of my sled on the slope.

My rawness, 'er the snow to esteem such winter tide, So fab at heart with my phratry to make it my memory.

Over the hearth, I chaffered, to surmount ague inclemency And like the star to shine in dream under the feathered quilt To receive the next morning with a shower of divine figures.

The inviting frost, drew me bare and my heart danced Through the dawn, the skinny tree, so enticing in the optics, To cause me to meander for the peace like its innocence, For the sight around resembled the delicate iced cake.

The brilliant sun dissolved me like the fire to the candle, My mind sang for every next with more invigorating one, Over and over that made my past to burn away forever And filled my days like the sultry star in the chilly night.

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Tears invites Mishaps My fair lady, when I'm gone, I know well, you'll cry all alone, I tell you, tears invite mishaps.

You're now weary out of your love, In my spirit, I keep you in a higher place, Send in riant, let safety claps.

In abroad, I'm going for short, You shall wait for more love to court, And receive back with closer wraps.

The Highest forms of Love Let the love flow like the stream, Not like the lake that remains stale.

Let it stream in the way the earth turns That never ends up in affection to thrive, Like the seasons that changes on demand For life to advance like the rising sun.

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Let it stream as a healer of awful heart, Broken in pieces, hopes dispersed all over the place.

Let it stream as a donor for those eager spirits, Miserable in life who takes a stab at a plate of dinner.

Let it flow as an aide for homeless and destitute spirits, Stressed in life, overwhelming on the psyche and heart.

Thus, you will be of God as Salvation Army Who elevates humanity with the highest forms of love.

So unselfish, perfectly ordered divine affections, 'Cause life isn't godlike, it closes in any case one day.

Just the fleeting life we live, let it be equal and just, For the love blurs races, religions and hues made by men.

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Religious Diversity Goodness Eirene! Where is your sceptre, and a torch?

The land isn't an Ara Packs, all turned to be childish.

No values in individual differences be reckoned among all, Nobody liveth for pluralism in religions to exist.

Afford them the value of credence, and resistance as well, For better society to heal where the peace is vital, Of oblivious bias in minds, of religious differences, Since we belong to a diverse society, show them solidarity.

Get it as a custom-based law of all nations, To suit all, in spite of their needs and predilections, The peace as a weapon to overturn the unbending nature, Through conscious minds among the entirety of fellowship.

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Before I Come Alive Retard to retain the rising sun that upset, O moon! Behind my eyes, Aphrodite to play.

The melting heart, let it melt on her mantrap, Not once, but today I go anarchic on her arms.

Let the alluring night dilute with your grace, The mingy sun to persist stray from my nap, Venus, like the sea nymphs to embrace, For my desire, yearning to resurrect soon Like the 'Seven Years' War' my mind scuffled, My dream to favor now, that remained selfish.

The heaven, on my hand to mete out in full To plow me blitzed out of her martial love.

I'll sing with Apollon's lyre to you when done, For you, being so benign as kind as Wulver And the Mt. Olympos to trip the light fantastic.

Just, let me fly higher than what Anteros did, Himeros in heart and Herakles in strength To despair Thespiae again to see the mĂŠtier.

Stars are fixed, their choir to steer and thump Stand firm to hold the sun before I come alive.

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The Broken Bin A gypsy in collocation the broken bin seemed The bowl, hollow and ineluctably prehensile Brawny in volition, the swelled head to nurse And its last intensity, not to fetch atonement Akin the man, quasi to mangle as broken bin Appetent in heart to go bladdered and futile The cosmos, vitiated and barren it became Like the untidy aged man who deflowered In the remote, beaucoup various vernal missy.

The cruel hand of man like a deceitful whore Aweless to the trash barrel, to hold his mitt To bung, what isn't in favor anymore of use.

Poor bin, whilst rugged, assumed in regard In low intensity to hold, otiose any longer And the savagery to maltreat broken wings More impuissance to shew due to all sorts Of trash, until its ribs lost the strength to bear.

Alas! The pitiful broken bin, split into offices And the vice man to stand fully incapacitated.

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Santa in my Bedroom The still moon peeped through the heaven's window.

An inquisitive breeze ceased with a taped glare.

For a prospect, the jaunty snow slackens its motility.

Light around, tripped its wondrous toes in the mute room, And I alone, in my bedroom, embraced by my mantle, Dreamless with my rest, for the day to arrive shortly.

As if in euphoria, the 'tick-tack' clock kept marching, The Christmas delicately strolled in through the clock.

Alas! At twelve the tune 'Jingle Bell' somebody sang With a sparkling grin on the face, Santa stood close by, In his grasp, with three wondrous gifts, for love to arrive.

All gifts, unusual in its sorts, remained before me, Not an ordinary like watches, cloths or sweets.

The first, he divulged, I found out the music of peace, The peace that Santa didn't visit in his travel anyplace, That exclaimed me, to read it and share around me.

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The second he divulged, the glint of light swam in the air, Of wisdom of life that change the humankind through love.

The third he divulged, a lustrous golden pen egressed, Of knowledge, built in itself with the ink made of peace.

Thus, Santa whispered, 'Be the warrior of Change,' And melted in a scratch with a kiss on my fingers.

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My Sweetest Love, let us flee Blossoms are blooming in the garden of love, The smiling autumn is maturing soon, My sweetest love, let us flee before it wilts.

The harsh winter is on the ball before eyes, The pitiless chilly wind is ready to parade, And the deceitful snow is about to fall and blur, To weaken us in love and then to turn us pale.

Before it fades, my sweetest love, let us flee And glorify our love like the Cyclamen forever To the place that fortifies an emblem of love.

We shall then wait for the spring to fly high With the new hope that beef up our firm love And make it shine like the brilliant sun of summer With its warmth, for stronger bonds to mend.

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My Ghost Patootie My ghost patootie, like Leda to lure en route, The magical hand of Helen ahead my eyes, I, as Menelaus, besotted to get her viable Prideful to enthrall, the avid love to induce.

The meeting, timed to embrace her beauty Like Noah's Ark, on the dark road my auto float And my eyes to equate the one in my abode.

The charm of manner, eminently grand I feel And her magic spells that grabs my heart, Uniquer than at home, majestically divulged.

The amative hug caste away the cark in me And my nozzle between her bosom to sedate, An echt fray, abyssal love to get of Bathsheba And the phony warmth to betray my scruples.

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My Love, let us grow well My love, like the beamish sun of aurora As tender as the vitellus beaded by albumen Securely crusted by the shell to shield it firm, So does our outset love, infantile at this gait.

Have it, be prudent and in sagacity we travel Like the rising sun so gently to spring mature With the fond warmth a chick needs to hatch Gradual at pace until the dusk for immortality.

My love, let us build the shell in this open air, Like clouds that stops the beam of the heat And waters the soil for greenery to flourish, To cast aside the dusty air that pollutes us, The roaring and the storm that peril our love.

I shall be your Ceyx and you be my Halcyon Like the bond the sun have for the day And the moon for the night, so much devoted.

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My love, let us design our arrow that Eros had, Under the sun filled with promises and love With the wings of pigeons that cast our heart To grow well, ne'er to be bartered outside And to savor the pleasing warmth of winter.

Let me shine like the sun as Chivalrous Knight In your heart, to wait like the gracious Queen, For the love so virtuous, but not the death to stop.

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The Rhythm of the Butterfly In every measure of life there is the rhythm.

The rhythm unique in itself of struggle, grief, love, merriment and success.

The life comes in colors, the color so blissful in the pattern of rhythm like the butterfly that takes hold of our mind.

It is graced by the everlasting nature that disseminate the profound rhythmic power to make it look like the butterfly, so catchy in anyone's eyes.

In time, life becomes strong, other times fragile.

We cherish and sob, but the spirit still goes on sometime to throb -and sometime with delight.

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Man is a Biped without Feathers Oh man! Whilst biped, I infract Aristotle, Erstwhile, the claim Diogenes knocked of Plato.

Thou art adorned for nugatory as quadrupeds For the flaws are vivid as same as the beast.

No more immortality, thy soul possesses now For thy desire so vague, thou art the reclusive.

Thy ideal comport looks dim with no feathers For thou sold thy instinct, no spirit remains.

Praise the God for feathers, to fly like birds And to read minds for virtues that're mislaid For thy conscience, all brunt, you know not anyone, To fortify thy biped in pride as high as the Alps.

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The Poetry of Men The poetry of men isn’t syrupy any longer When the esurient world holds its intent To drive men's mind wild, sentient mentation Of desolate humility upon humanity to hymn.

The stinginess held moldered their scruples, No fraternity rest, no fess to see, they got wild.

The race turned stiff for anyone to gasconade Rich men climb and poor are left to scramble.

The poetry of men ne'er is boosting to modify Like the candle, the wax being kept depleting, True hell rests in the heart, the love to freeze.

Everyone appears like Adam's unruly wife; The character fully self-absorbed and rigid Like an owl that sings the strain of bad omen.

The ancient Welsh yet to come again to reign With their owl, so boon, to mend poetry soon.

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Success to adopt you Many critics come and work, But you remain for success to adopt you.

Whatever they did to you, let it go, You on your side to stay steadfast Because one day you are going forward And to precede them and shine In better radiation than others.

They point at you not because they're the best But, because they hold the weak mind That concern about being voted out.

Thus, accept the life to move at its own pace, And you in your own with little elbow grease To add to it for a better day to lead you And they in their own position to remain.

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Poem as Oyster Oh, Poetry! Here I compare you with Oyster For the cosmos, similar in kind of miscellany.

At times, you appear weird in your contents But porcelain white from inside like an Oyster To heal like a doctor through your words Like Oyster does to fill through its pearls.

When not in the mood, I see you vivid ugly As ugly as Oyster in appearance to get word, But, as it extracts, foods from water, over its gills You too extract my instinct to heal my mind And fix me an ugly duckling for a new day.

As Oyster, you switch your gender over time, To suit in the psyche of people and their type, And boost our mind as Osyter does with zinc Through your verse rich in knowledge to heal.

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My Injured Pen in Hand I wreak my pen for a ride lang syne, Across the desolate land of emptiness With my verses for greenery to bring forth.

Eagles assailed me with its cruel mind To snap off my pen and to booze, its ink Never to accord my verse to hang Like the moon through the milky ways And to get snapped into pieces.

Me alone, with my injured pen in hand Picking it from East, West, North and South To mend to let the ink respite in peace And to let it repand with verses so eternal More intense for the barren land to shine.

My verses, through the rough wind flowed Like Ulysses's ship over the dim sea in Troy Through the hardship, so determined to ply And to defend the Greecian covetous in mind.

The storm it produced subdued cruel eyes, Now the verses piled in volumes on shelves To rid those dusty eyes and to denote, I'm a winner.

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Social Service God enumerates heads that hold the social mind that furnishes; To the piteous poor ones with devout contributions that burnishes; Away from narcissistic, to foster the godly welfare that replenishes; For safe heaven, by assisting any societal problems that garnishes.

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Divine Choir Not through the red rug, but the sky beam I struck the smooth flight thru' the galaxy high And my chassis near my tomb lie inculpable.

The way, so pleasing, the blinking stars to see And their beamish grins to cherish my advent With divine guard of honor by angel's twins And their whispers on my ears, so dĂŠgagĂŠ.

In gentleness all comets glared us in delight And the heaven's gates with their broad arms Like to a monarch to greet upon the arrival.

Bracing my mother wit and the path so bright The gayety in me augmented like a semitone And the whispers satiated with discernment Of my deeds that pleased for my unveiling.

The second, on my left 'bout my pristine mind Social in itself - the mitt granted for the indigent Then the choir from the heaven's gate to bid Until the common hall for the grand success And to join the choir for those left on the dirt For divinity to betide for ataraxic to override.

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With Poetry to point the Actus Reus The weapon of my gramps in the combat, A piercing knife that penetrated wakeless, Shaded blood as brutal as its abrupt edge.

The blasĂŠ gun of my father's hand in war Impinged the guiltless bullets in the breast, Stamped out human as lethal as its veracity For the oppressed power to conquer and rule, Although treacherous, but not to get depressed.

Since my nativity, many hatreds to see about And no dearie to germinate among all youths For the Satan is so intelligent to subjugate all, The man's pallid mind for their inglorious act And to translate the value that lies within love; Of human minds that cries and the life itself For the selfish war that gratify the chosen one, But innocents to remain roofless and squint.

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Oh mighty pen, let us work in concert to kill, But not like weapon and gun my fathers used, Best, let's kill those conceited minds of pride.

I shall sharpen you like a sword, so acute, And shall drill to be precise in our survey With poetry to point the actus reus of the past And then fight to redress the mind of humans For poetry to prosper as the warrior of peace.

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The Nature cries afar Let's bestir for I can't baulk any longer, My heart shall erupt into pieces if I persist.

Drums in my ears are screaming in torment For the vitiate verse of hatred to perceive.

Furs in my nozzle are incapacitated to hold Accretive dusts and malodorous air to take.

I am vexed about my lungs that upholds me For I see obnubilate futurity of my toddlers.

My mind is worn away, the nature cries afar, In solitary, I resist and see begrudging minds, Lost in self, the soil being made a trash barrel.

Drains in the past were not what I see today, It became the home for skeeters that scathes And the numb minds are to rue for their deed.

Let's bestir before the time haste to favor, Not to us, but for the soil to awake and reply.

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The Antarctic: I stand here to Heal you Behold! The glacier that dwell in the Antarctic, Weary not since I shored to afford my hand Among many; me alone to rid your sorrow And give you the strength never I did before.

You go slender, meager in quality than ere, The bleeding, wrenchingly you flow to show Of your gloominess that exceed the bound.

The sense deep inside you seems bellicose, And you robust yourself for war before time Between you and those unwise one to strike.

Hear you, I stand here to heal you before long, Look, the saplings in my right to medicate you And wastes of unwise in my left to recycle.

The banner on my bag is to aware all deaf And letters inscribed in it, your painful songs.

I got a vacuum to clear the ozone for fair rays And the strapped one in action for your guard.

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After, I'll get hold of rich ones who are deaf With this banner to let them sing desperately Close to the aggravate age to deflect soon And get to your fail-safe and their generations.

I weary, they are mislaid in a materialist world, But I shall strive to barter minds and change For a brighter day to arrive and make you firm For safe Antarctic, forever as before to stand.

The last chance I beg you, to seek and strive Of your goodness and for the profit of all.

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Let the Devil be in Devil's Shape Satan has arrived, unique makeup, it owns, In every household and in every country.

We are to melt our heart as fast as candles And to see our shelters floating like an ark, The revenge, so tactical and gradatory to take.

The regard, high in simplicity to declare, By us being reliant, chartless to reality behind, Not in the flesh like to Cain, through Enoch, But had come in different sorts at once for all Pledged to fulfill the promise made to God. The devil, smart as a whip seemed in human To use them as a golem to wipe away forever And to make eviternal waste; a pliant nature, That don't crumble to dismantle it abruptly For its awaiting might to usurp God's earth.

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Poles weep with rage owing to dim hopes, By an inch to climb down, too weak to stand And the warmth of mingy air harsh to rub it Under the fiery sun, an ark to float roughly Due to men in devil's mind to ruin and vanish.

Let the devil be in devil's shape, always feeble, Ne'er to win, but God's plan to shine for all, With the united hands to create new Eden To relish the gifted nature and to let it glisten So that the snow persist, air to stay fresh.

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Syllabus of Ants In the colony, I see ants so integrated in lives, Sociable by nature, in communities underground.

Like sheep, they're steered by their shepherd For mucho eggs to lay and to build the nation Like a train to march and to entrepot eatage Not for their kind alone, but for other livestock too For vitality to come and hold the ecosystem In the colony to subsist and to take in respect Through global mind to shine through equality Compassion, being their mission of unity.

The syllabus uniquely patterned for livelihood, Free of ego, envy, jealousy, racism and hatred For the communal desire hides in every brain, Peace being their common goal, free of conflicts.

Alas! What I see loosely of my kind are unkind With the scattered syllabus; no more on clasp.

We call ourselves human of superior ability, But our abilities, matchless to the tiny's home

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In any account to count filled with inequalities.

I beg you, oh human, better pray to your idol, To solace you to get hold of their forms and visit, And to incur their education, not what we practiced Back again for a newer syllabus to design For a better world to build, more adept than theirs Or else, they shall spit on us for our deeds.

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The One and Only The one and only; those mentally vacillant; enervated in the verdict to chase their life, fancy impuissance in others no other things that are decent 'Cause when he sees others doing well.

The rusty dust gets in his optics and shouts at the tip of the high hills.

Withal, he persists the black sheep, be distinguished in their eyes among those people who're wise and industrious.

Have such people continue with their will to cut into the hole, deep enough until the hell with their typical mind that suits their deeds not to be fitted anywhere among anyone.

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Solidarity of Minds Peace isn't far if credence becomes alive, Like the bond that show up in the rainbow high slants.

The world, so deplorable in its affection in contrasts, Of shades of various cultures to exhibit its worth.

Ay man! Wake up, raise your brain before the nightfall, With the light confined by, to break all lacks, of concern, Of convictions and social orders that exist to parcel all, Away from God, for shrillness to welcome.

Such flawed gauges, to benefit man, capacity to come, To immingle among all reasons, all living in the double, Away from uneducated traditions, so unrealistic real For heftier bonds to fix, yet for a better future.

The cross in confidence, ties those dissimilar to mend, Wake up man, joyfully after, for better stroll towards ages.

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Eyeless Love Eyeless love, why do you come?

You look nothing but the fabricated look To move deeper with no sense to make Of infatuated love to wear, that's insecure.

You beam like a candle too fast at peak And breathe the rainbow of hopes to come With dreams as though real that happens That burst like a balloon with a small nip.

Better, I tell you, come with an eyeglass To see through at once, ne'er to regret later And like a ruby you remain firm in shape.

Let your love be as hard as diamond Not so fragile that breaks easily and suffer To remain firm that can see dream happen Ne'er to vanish after a while like a rainbow For happier end, not to blame or be blamed.

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We are Same, we are One Clouds in the sky seem cheerful With flags of peace to march Over the hills and through the valleys As the messenger of love to address During the hot summer daytime To cool every head on the dirt With the song of kinships to be sung And let everyone to put up their hands With gentle clap to produce a tune "We are same, we are one, Let us build the castle Where we all can accommodate" The smiling wind ready to join With its gentle chants of dearie Freshness in itself to bestow And all high birds chirping Flapping their wings in rhythm Waking up all those sleeping deep Again for a change to join their hands

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To sing the song that awakes all With gentle clap to produce a tune "We are same, we are one, Let us build the castle Where we all can accommodate"

The Mysterious Love The love that dreamth high appears cryptic Like Medea, so tricky in mind for vex to gain, To jab Jason to bleed and dewy eyes to see.

Thence, the deceit should go, to free, guiltless.

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Mirror, Mirror Mirror, mirror, you're my dateless guardian, You show me black and blue invariably, When I weep, you wipe off my sadness clean To give me strength for the other day Napping the smile on me to grin again.

You're my lone mate to give your hands to cry And pay your smile to cherish my good day.

You mediate me to tidy myself for fondness For your love is as lily-white as the glacier And your thoughts so pragmatic and sane.

You're my pleader when I go namby-pamby With your civility to seize my truculent mind, My pique to freeze and to mellow my psyche To amend me, not be overhauled by wrinkles Off the hook, for normalcy to fall out in hand.

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You're my scout when I'm ripped by Mosel, My limbs to stumble on the velvety floors Dim in vision to locate and repent my deeds.

Like a medico to rede me for my wellness And to tittle-tattle for my agony to cast away.

Mirror, mirror, I see angel's mind in your aid, The reflections, as bright as a new penny That can take hold the angry storm's claim.

Bartering 'tween us, buoys up my head modal To affix, for the chastisement to come at me.

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When I’m gone What would the day be like, when I’m -gone?

My dear, the sun's rays may bend permanently, The moon may not be in form over the night, The river may stop flowing to rest in serenity And you ‘re in dejection with handless hope.

The spirit may seem hopeless in my absence, For your step may not ponder upon you, You being left alone to struggle for survival, And to fight the right fight for the life to lead.

But, I shall be by your side, even if I'm gone, As a pathfinder for the sun to shine brighter.

Your loneliness be filled with the singing birds And I shall send the brighter moon for you To make your darkness to shine eternally For the knowledge you possess isn't vague, It shall cause you stand even if I'm gone.

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You shall lead in purpose to prosper in spirit Not to keep me in mind and to get distracted For life has to move on even if I'm gone With the great noesis ever granted to strive In peace, never to fall whatsoever the matter.

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Robotic Heart My heart isn't my heart any longer, Robotic shape it retains in its unique act.

No more its master I remain to take custody, Ludicrously odd and freaky, it acquits, The design, somewhat insidious for a trap That chance to hire me away from kinsfolk, Out of ethnic polish, so unethical in its frame.

Often am being bewitched upon wrong-foot.

Its robotic might, so slick to empower my eyes, Aside my abode and loved one to wedge, Crafty in nature, by Patooties to get invoked, Ne'er to retrospect, but to melt by the pleasure And my deity without secure reputation in mind To adapt me as a robotic being outside mercy.

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But, the soul I possess is mine to control.

Whatsoever the shape, the shape I design, My faith as pongo to curb the designer in me And my volition to restrain from the shape.

The mastery to overrule the subdued whim For the snare so fragile to bear its intensity Back again who I am for a finer base to head.

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A Lady like a Pillar On that point stands a lady like a pillar, Her heart swelled beneath her chest, Face in her chest near to explode hard.

My heart throbs and my eyes at her eyes Filled with tears to snap and run over.

Count, I shiver, my legs are shaking, No appeal to my speech can you chance.

I cannot last, seeing these two little buds On her arms, too skinny they seem, Can you?

They're wetted now, perhaps more By the shower, in pain to chill and kill Like the giant Ganga that never gives up.

You seem mute, never to get forrard, Look you all, to the left who yells, In his innocence asks where his dad failed, Look you all, to the right who calls, She too asks whether her dad loves her.

How dare you all stay silent at this hour?

I call you, how dare you close your hand hard?

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But me, I can't resist, something bad I smell.

Look at her, the way she looks and mutters, The way she holds tight her kids and mourn, I smack the bad presage raising its voice high, Count at that eagle above, at its fittest, primed, My bosom is beating; look I can't walk as well.

How dare the man, hard at heart he is, The man without the heart of living, so brutal.

If not for this pale lady, at least for those two, He would have halted, but twisted his spine To go forth forever with a damsel, he found.

Look at her, she blate like Alcestis once did, I face in her the vivid act of Hippodamea.

Come all, at least for her to give sustenance Have her not decay that her man once opted.

Oh my God! Look you all at this poor lady, I count on her, to keep herself from busting And to let her kids not to regret eternally, She got down and let swallow the poison To rest, all from the pain and to let you sing, The tenor of their distress and pain they had Forever to curse the man naked in mind.

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My Great Monarch The rainbow adorned the Golden Throne, A sacred ritual of Raven Crown that shone With the holy sutras to chant as the backbone The reigning monarch to lift like a treasured gem.

The world’s youngest Monarch as an advocator Of the people, for equality to imbed as emancipator To multiply his divine love being the educator, The happiness in his people being only his indicator.

The concern, so vivid of gain in spirituality Among his people for good karma to remain in tranquility, The rich land to come of blessings for vitality Unique in its cast without conventionality.

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The mind, so solicitous about the youthful mind Often trips across to meet and deal like the wind To better the foundation for the finer Nation to find And the endless nights with the concern to rebind.

The godly mind and then open with a compassionate hand That feeds the needy; food and shelter of free beforehand, The power in his people's hand to make them grand For the happiness to shine beyond the wonderland.

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Anger Anger is, but the state of mind, so faint, Unconscious in itself that liveth in you, Nothing it knows, the affair to be hashed out.

It does have sense of action, but not speech, But pride and ego, to lead, to a chance, To stand high, no matter who ever face up Never to confab you, but to butcher the life, Forth from the darling one like water and fire.

Cling not with it, for it makes you unequaled, To appear, so wild that you become alliances.

Of rigidness you turn the slave forever, To larn the race that isn't true at all costs, And ne'er does it allow to realize the fact, Of the troubles that arise, not so tight.

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Defensive and erosive in nature, it makes you, Like a king to conduct and to oppose all, For it makes you to capture and defeat Your opponent, not to listen, but to dominate.

The coach it becomes to fix you a lawyer, Strong in itself to fight, neither does care you.

Anger is anger in itself, so selfish in nature, Ne'er does it care your body and your psyche Even your allies and relatives around you, For its ego, thus hard to perceive, none can serve.

With you it takes shelter, but know not to welfare, Is it your best partner? A bit to chew over, Deeper in sense to be intelligent at a crack For smarter life to be, ne'er to regret again.

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O Peace! For your Realm to Sparkle O, peace! Where have you gone to?

Steadfast to prevail and conquer, The ever virulent corona that exist.

All lambs are bleating high, Some are already gone apart.

We are holding up in trust For you to show up and guard.

Tears are moving like the Nile, Maybe 'cause we lacked in dignity Or our disparity in actual live action, That ever made you to leave.

No more peace to see anymore, It appears to be bleak all over, In your absence all got fagged.

Come in fairness to embrace all, We implore you in veraciousness,

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Our spells are echt from the heart.

Come to conquer the mortal corona And restore the peace that we had Of euphoria and gaiety always close by.

Our promise of regard to cultivate forever, To each other in quality and equality, In your realm to sparkle in haziness, Like the moon, so unadulterated and superb.

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Quest not, where Happiness is?

Quest not, where happiness is?

It's in your eyes that witness.

Not through the small hole you perceive it.

But, the wider one and with broader mind.

Positively, it should seek through sympathy And to let your eyes catch the colors in life Without barriers for love to take place Then shall you obtain happiness through your eyes.

Quest not, where happiness is?

It's in your ears that hear.

Not through whatever passed lands you the facts But to seek it to distinguish for the bad and good.

Facts, it should seek through forbearance And to let your ears, not to be swayed away, Without the counterfeit for love to take place Then shall you obtain happiness through your ears.

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Quest not, where happiness is?

It's on your tongue that talks.

Not through whatever it utters makes you upright, But, for the better cause for both the ends.

Honesty, it should seek through politeness And let your tongue not to be borne away, Without bad words that hurt to spell out Then shall you obtain happiness through your tongue.

Quest not, where happiness is?

It's in your hands that makes, Not through gripping your own and seeking But through spreading it for all equally.

Humanity, it should seek through kindness, And allow your hands open to those needy ones Without being malice at heart for pathos to grow Then shall you obtain happiness through your hands.

Quest not, where happiness is?

It's in your legs that walks, Not through stepping wherever it wishes to go But through mindful walking at all times.

Reverence, it should seek to be judgmental

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And let your legs not take you anywhere it decides Without being influential for love to shower Then shall you obtain happiness through your legs.

Quest not, where happiness is?

It's in your mind that takes in and out.

Not through deviating yourself from who you're, But through keeping clean everything you take.

Compassion, it should seek to be humane And let your mind not to be conveyed away Without being unkind for love to multiply Then shall you obtain happiness through your legs.

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My Almighty, let me live hundred more My Almighty, let me live hundred more, To be the warrior before the end knocks, Of the wishes yonks back thou contrived for, As in the heaven, angels shine, I find no more.

All sheep are gone, the dirt looks so wispy, Others moth-eaten, lost in the boisterous winds.

My Almighty, let me live hundred more, To be thine warrior to barter for redressal, Before our minutes hasten to its terminus.

The mansion thou hast devised, stale, I see And cause me to pulsate, in agony I'm left, To gander at infantile buds left to climbers.

My Almighty, let me live hundred more, To be thine warrior to fulfill the latish part, If not I myself to jaunt all over, to touch on, My verse shall stand upright for hundred, Upon those cruel hands to repent before thee, To call thy worth for better home to a bushel.

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I Wish I wish my palm to be the world's lodge, Me to assay any lack in it within a nick And I be set-aside with no haste in time Elucidating the waste who never disquieted about And accord it spring up green for more birds to live.

The animals on it to be my steer to better them With proper food and shelter to construct And then that they persist and not go disappear.

I wish my wish to be the divine one of paradise, Me to build homes for those homeless ones And to be their guide holding them secure from crime.

I can be the guard to follow over the crime, To halt them before hand to save innocents Being watchful, to come up the blunt ones Forever, to let people sleep to see dream they lost Thus, to let the tranquility a mission right from my palm.

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Your Beauty Not either the redness of May nor Dalia Could your beauty be likened at any disbursal.

In beatitude my nous reposes when somber To fancy, like HÊlène who lighten at a glint, Not like those blossoms that're secular Scarcely for a while to bask and then convert.

The beauty is divine of love and sound judgment In you, so gross that even the heaven can't alter 'Cause God so took ample time to bring forth From you, beauty to preserve without faults And as a shielder to escort for its innocence.

My mind gets unsated when you're indisposed For the death brags to brad all to the tomb, The restless minutes to furrow your beauty.

Before the snow of the gray winter touches That makes you fallible and the glow to dim.

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Let not anything trespass upon your juvenility, Stay firm, so that I can coup d'oeil nigher To take every account to ameliorate my verse For the pen I hold shall be your attestator Of beauty in you, to rest well on my poesy To let all sing about it, not of Rose and Dalia.

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The Unsung Hero My words ne'er end to treasure you, Like ripples in the water that keep breaking, For words are few for the great deed committed.

My salutes are oceanic to praise you Like the sky very deep that never ceases, For hands are less and your deeds high.

Like the moon, you emitted light in the darkness, For your people whom you dared from the heart And your soil, never to worry about yourself.

Dauntless you appeared in the field to salvage, With no grub, but only your loyal heart Across the border, leaving behind your loved one.

You died, not out of your mind to oppose But for the soil you dearly loved and the citizenry, To remain unsung, you went unnoticed, Like stars that remain invisible during the daylight.

You bore no stars on your shoulders to be realized, Nor they sang about you, when you lived.

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Behold, if not your people and the nation, I will stand by your side to sing aloud about you; Of your great deeds and pains in the battle, Nothing to omit forever through my verse, To get to you immortal in front of those cruel eyes, And to let your generation keep you alive and sing.

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Why I do not want to lose a Poem Permit me not to be away, oh mighty pen!

My soul mourns for you with no recess, You're my bread to keep me qui vive all day.

Let me intonate to be viable in concert To thrive for tranquility to fare the way.

I dwell by the rhythm in you to connect my life, For my vein is your shelter to lead me aside To adopt my parts a form to bring out in me And grant me immortality in poetry to sing.

Permit me not to be away, oh mighty pen!

I'd want to hurtle the verve you bestowed, That marque me a hulk to power over words, To strive for meanings and to assay for it For I'm incomplete to ponder in your absence.

Through you, I watch the world of great pens, In hopes to ramp up and a new foundation.

You may abnegate, but I shall engraft myself, For without you I'll hopeless and pensive.

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Permit me not to be away, oh mighty pen!

If you discard, I'll stop breathing anymore, For you're my stead to steer through the day, Like the moon in darkness, to unite my mind Afar with the great minds and deeds in life To instruct me about my spirit and its colors And to make me romantic to think wildly, Sometimes to realize and repent in depth, For I do not want to lose a poem hiding in you.

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A Dismal Song of Meadowlark A Meadowlark by the wood in yellow breast Raised its wings high with a dismal song Ne'er before, to call its kind to mourn in torment And the sun towards the dusk to bear witness Of their comrade to congress over the demerit.

The sky yauped to wail, the sun reversed cerise, The cloud to veil the golden floor of heaven In anger for fellowship to the pod's blatting.

Still woods stooped around with its lid shut, Less food remains; drought to occur shortly, A warm breeze to halt their vitality to produce, Since few they remain, all are gone in shapes.

The assemblage sang 'bout the shortfalls And the tapering refuge that's beyond control, Foreknowing the peril of their young ones Close to their resort, for the cruel hand never halt.

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Doomed to Write, not to Ask Take me not to do this and that, Busy man I am; my pen holds me tight.

Not for the rivality minutes, run for me, But to roll down my thoughts that flows Deep from my mind; black and white To pronounce the deed; good and tough.

If you wish, give me and others the reward If not, close the pen and relax to music For I'm doomed to write, not to ask.

Feel me and my instinct from my verse, Not how I praise you and make you halcyon, But how I put in and bring impacts in you.

Get not be scuffed by my emotions, But by the verse to influence; good or bad, Not by words inscribed for you to be moved.

For if you do thus, you shall obliterate the literature Just for the sake, not to pick up, but to fake mankind.

Meditate upon the capabilities that resides in you, To take and give the honor to the pen that writes,

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For you shall perish forever, ne'er to wake up Upon being exposed to the mass who you are.

Believe it or not, but I do believe, In Literature, I witness the force that lives inside the man That doesn't see, but just reveal the intimate truth To see literature in itself for a modification Not by words, but for the change in the mind To chew over and redo the fault that resides in them.

Let the literature flow, pass your eyes through it, Not to gain, but to determine gain in humankind, Then shall you be called the true man made of soil.

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During the Warfare In Waterloo at my door, doomsday knocked, During the warfare to combat for the oath taken.

The hungry eagle peeped in curiosity to bear To trip up my death through the heavens door.

Me alone in the field to sing of Napoleon for his reign With countless musical bullets around me to furrow And my foes with their superior cavalry.

Invaders in their lion shapes, roared at me, For the hide-and-seek play, me to fly the coop And my hope flew away when my bayonet left me.

Alas! The first bullet in my left arm so hot, Made me see my verve so dim to battle.

Tears rolled down, my energy vitiated to run.

But, my hymn through my lips induced me to firm.

No more men left for artilleries to fight back.

My hopes alone and I stayed, for a fortune.

I shuddered, I cried, for a safe place to conceal.

At least me, to go back with the news so sad.

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But, the next through my helmet chafed me In pain, to bleed and to gain the hope given Of victory to shine again with the hope in hand.

The music went on, I felt the warmth closely.

Some went kissing my ear, some from below.

My feet melted with blisters to break at a crack.

And the third in my left chest sunk in deep To bounce back my memories safely kept Of my little girl calling me and my wifey With the medal on my chest with pride, not the death.

Alike in the dream I laid my icy hand on the earth With my dim eyes so close to the end.

But, the selfish death so devoid of feelings Took me away to quench its thirst in a haste Before I could say au revoir to my loved one Forever in the dark land ere the Prussian could Never to come back again but my soul to wait.

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Mercy Behold! Regress to witness that lack What we transgressed to hold fast the life.

The world has gone pale, heaven seems gray, The way of compassion looks feculent, Rough winds to glaze over the forgiveness, The mercy, nowhere to catch; it lost its terminus.

Call up, mercy, not simply blesses who yields, From your wise actions, it too, bless you equal, Sometime, more to render on your position.

Let mercy overflow your heart upon destitute Who in dare need cry on your feet to flourish For the pain they bear is inconceivable to stand.

Get hold of their shoes in your heart to regain Like the fish beneath the water for food, Then shall you be able to pull in the ruefulness With attributes of God in you, cultivate divine love, For the gracious mind in mercy and truth To form the earth and the heaven shines again.

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My King, My God Thou art my living God, my Elysian Majesty To utter my thoughts to praise thee are interminable Like the waves in the oceanic tides, But my words, few for thy countless deeds Higher than the heaven's throne for our sake.

The divinity within; so unconditionally in love To shower upon thy throng, yet my own God can't.

In honor, I praise for thy watchful nights For the great unwashed to sopor welp, And being obsessed about what their motives pleas.

So generous and bounteous at heart to visit With the wandering mind, you stir up thyself To alleviate us at the cost of thy minutes, Ne'er to worry 'bout thy welfare, the least bit.

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I confer thee with the higher adoration For thou art my King and my God at this walk.

Here I impart, my laden prayer for your perpetual life And long for my great grandchild's sons to serve Forever, not simply as their King, but as their God To uphold thy divine deeds and yarn for thy long life, Again for their next, to whistle the same hymns.

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To be Lone again I saw you not, but your beauty in you to melt.

My heart, like a fire that does to a taper and to make light during the darkness of intimacy so hot of passion deep in the spirit.

The passion dried Like the pine trees and the light to lose Its strength to pose out.

The heart became cold for beauty stood not in the sprightliness, but for beauty's sake Like a bird to be wagered.

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Many hearts lingered and the beauty to dole so tender in hand of beauty to resist.

The heart so pure lost its charms, for beauty multiplied souls the same to be lonesome again.

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The Candle You're the one who gaits to outpour tied and aflare And the thawing wax to avalanche in grief, The majestic fire to dissemble until the closing, Swollen to fudge with its head of magic trick.

The docile cool breeze does arrive to aid For long-life and the best way to read, being prospicient.

The lazy candle, but upheld the warmth tight, Lost in itself to be liberated from being jelled For the envy that lives in to stream like honey.

Alas! The fire seizes to perch, no ego to remain.

So does our life, like the sun that rise and band And the minute haste fast to grasp your juvenility Like the dethawed wax your youthfulness melts For not to retrospect, but of swelled head to subsist And to conk out unrealized with no wishes to assemble.

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Angry Wind: Thou Art Finer, as a Gentle Breeze Angry wind, thou art so violent than in front, Often thou come in for the ravaging of many, With no monition, to consume the lives of innocents.

May be to steady yourself, thou leisure the travel, Like the gaudy lightning, thou come and work, But the resultant thou leave behind is torturous.

Thou pours thy anger to bring forth homeless, Some even to dye before they grow well.

Instead, before thou art been cursed by many, Blend into the Sahara with tears in melancholy To flood it wet for new buds to come again, And with the dead leaves over it to cover For New Eden to create for the starving one, Then shall thou be praised with acme honor For the kindness rendered than pouring anger.

Thou art finer, as a gentle breeze, be graceful, To share the charms through modeling, For the green world to come, not already created.

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Day and Night Day and night, in perfectness God produce, Not for one, simply to sleep and come alive, But to read about life in the verdict, through it, Of many things, we aren't cognisant at all.

The day is for success and night the failure.

The day is for joy and night the sadness, The day is for glory and night the sin, The day is for heaven and night the hell.

The smiling moon he induced, for the night, Not just to gaze upon its beauty and go, But to direct his loved ones in courtesy, During any failure, sadness and sin, in hand And to spare away from hell to pass off.

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Like the moon in darkness that emit light, Prefers he, one to emit the light of hope To supplant the elusive time, standing firm Then shall faith be on your side like the sun, In brightness, one can polish with new hope Thusly, the bright success can be on hand.

Forrader, one should uphold in goodness, Never to turn back, but in sentience, to strike, Never to forfeit, but in diligence to act out, For the precious crown to get, day and night.

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Let me have Wings to Fly High Am I born for the way I witness in me today, Often snub, no one seen heedful upon me, My heart outcry out every now and again, Like of a caged bird my lips remain stagnant.

Is it 'cause black my skin is, what's my fault?

Better demo me my demerit, I want to stay, But let me not sense the way I find today.

My mind as well, for the rainbow, so lovely, Like to play around it, like a free bird so high.

At times, not a human, I smell about me, For the mistakes, gramps ever devoted To sustain, consenting the trouble faced.

Afresh I became, myths still anguish me In action I'm being divided by those freed.

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Do I not bleed red when I am cut?

Do I not feel the pain when I am bitten?

Do I not get sick and sad like they do.

I'm bleeding, look you, in my eyes the proof, 'Cause just the skin, it is, I see no sameness.

It's just the state of mind that one be noticed For you and me, civilized we became now.

We've the hand of sympathy of no dispute Let me live, let me have wings to fly high.

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Better Love, Than Sorry Forever What do you love? My dear, I'm befuddled, Not the same I feel, once along with you.

After two since marriage am pushed around, My days, totally timetabled, of hitting, Filled with aggressiveness in words to yell, I remain blank, nothing to move ahead in life.

The promise, so hopeful in its nature Made once a happier me, no more now.

As an object I'm being used, not of love, But for lovemaking and to hear the scolding.

Upon finding out those scars on my body, I cry Every now and then, I am isolated forever.

I should be waiving all, my heart screams For my life is hell, am not free to feel myself.

Why did you hook up with me, I never know, But my instinct weary, seeing my allies So loved and cared with every word so polite And to see a smile on face, I too long for it.

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Best, free me than treating me this room.

No more I can resist, long way I need to live For I have many hopes in hand to accomplish, The color of hope, so bright within itself.

I am not an object to recreate with any longer, Enough, better love, than sorry forever.

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The Blind Love to Witness The sweetest language of love, initially you get through, the most loved partner, you find, anything, you can never realize.

You pass by, the blind love to witness of hopes and promises ever that appears not to be at all honest.

The love itself will pose to be phony that of lust and pleasure, so temporal, hatred later to be superseded by, at the remnants with mindful regret.

'Cause love is to be examined from many, simply not by how one looks, but to be serious about precious life to secure it, the character to consider liveth within them, in mind for brighter sun to arrive for heaven's gate that last until the final breath.

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No Shortcut to Richness Profusion is a pride in oneself who is robust, But oft the way taken to, it is different.

To get racy, one should cognize in mind That there isn't any crosscut to acquire it.

Through such means, any riches earned, So easily without the notice, goes out of hand.

They shall be out of shape, if ever it stays, 'Cause it isn't any hard earned money at hand.

Quite much, people cheat, steal or align, Dusting others at work to make their earning.

For success, do they choose the shortest way Not to act in time to soothe themselves.

Behold! No values it possesses, I should say, To gain and live through such means to earn, 'Cause troubles shall follow you rather To draw you to lose, earned thro' deception, And without your notice to knock at your door.

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Better with hard effort, earn it to brighten self, To be contended with what is done in life.

Let the sudor flow and get you wet all over That makes you know its price from deep With your faith to favor upon you truly, For expiation to occur and move smoothly Ahead in life, with no guilt to lead in the mind.

Look behind, about those who're at a high, With pains and struggles they went through, Many failures to wash them out on the spell, But never did they backed-up, nor chiseled.

The reality behind, so rough and painful it is, Even the night they turned to daylight at work, Those sleepless nights to sing about, so sad, Firm in their idea, with an intent, they went by With new goals to establish, fixed their mind.

Not the shortest way did they chased in life, Being in themselves, for better chance to lead, To work and get the crown they wished in life.

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Where would be you and me the next?

Religious belief is superseded, Science started to overshadow, The judgement of people at large.

Just a few are left in religion to conform to, What can these few make out at all To save this mother earth, so guiltless?

An idol, the money got in everyone's optic With greed and fight for might their goal.

Where will be the peace, then on earth?

Soft heart that religion creates is gone, Disaster is yet to arrive at the threshold, Day by day religious ones are stamped down With the desire to own more in count.

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Where would then be the eternity?

The day isn't far for all, a stranger to become, killing would be the final verdict of all To power the ultimate trust in self.

Confused the God is in paradise, His power is failing, he is becoming weaker, Where would be you and me the next?

Let us wake up ahead of time to infuse The divine love among all, before late, To keep safe our life and the dust we live in.

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Why Misery?

Ay, you, with what shall I compare thee, To an angel or the devil? You show up either.

Like an angle, with bundles of lessons to pass, You came to humanity to bargain their brains.

You showed values, of adoration and of flight, To unite again with those lost in the crowd.

Your lessons, so unique in its sort to affirm, Of tidiness to acknowledge, wellbeing to reinforce.

Yet, more I examine, you appear a cruel devil, Quickly you multiply, and ends the lives of your asylum.

In case you're to satisfy us, why misery once more?

Better, pick only one, for devotion to encourage.

We are not any more a child, we will respond, For our bond, the -most grounded of all in your cave, We shall endeavor, and you shall thrive alone.

Better, leave everlastingly, never to return again, If not, stay calm for peace to restore upon all.

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Come to the Ball, Be Sensible Is it a nightmare? No one presages, Or the call, for the last exemption from a rule?

All appears affright of the end times to whack.

The foe of humankind is in its deadliest form, As an exemplum of Satan awhile to charge, To gainsay God and to satisfy its promise, As if piffling, for grievous to leave among all And life, myriad to spiflicate the passage As perilous as one could envision, in the form.

The almighty to watch the cause, isn't blind, With his blood, the cost is paid for his elegance.

But, why the tigerish devil in an act to startle every last?

Many went, many are yet to go, what 'session others?

Upon the death's thump, all seems to be in a trepidation, Out of unvanquishable mission, the corona over the dirt.

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My confrère, not merely upon god's grace you can reckon, Come to the ball, be sensible, the current truth.

The relentless can be plugged up by halting, Being insightful yourself of what isn't to be finished.

I recount you, dread not, yet live in fright at least for now, For the life awaits, the more brilliant tomorrow, the nearby.

Let not the Satan deceive, the life will get dimmer, Better, the path shown is to be conformed to, genuinely, And to stand back from the queasy devil until its exit.

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O Man! Wake up O man! Where are gone? Or am I going impaired?

Your mind seems vexed out in flagitious, The savageness is diabolical, you look heinous.

Wake up for leniency, let us be hard-nosed Away from vicious, not with an unfeeling nature.

Let the fellow feelings grow within our soul, Let humaneness over rule our awful psyche, I see the agony, calling us for genuine donation.

Where is your compassion that you guaranteed?

Your kindness, now is diluted for your sake.

Wake up, you are going wild and egregious, More than you state, hands to swap for an opportunity.

The minutes, it hurries so quick, you may be left alone, Wake up for brotherly love to embrace before dusk, Never we know, how the dawn acknowledges every one.

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The world needs you Allow the love to prosper, vivid like the milky ways Impeccable in itself, even through the haze, The humans hang tight for your call, they seem unfortunate.

Let your activity be genuine, not that of Koalemos, So folie, for mankind calls you for your delicateness.

I urge, similar to Themis, you ought to be of good counsels, The people around are lost, blinded by their selfishness, Put on your armor, for the fight is prepared within reach, And to mend their cruel minds for the sake of humanity.

I urge you, like Jehovah, you should plant harmony, The people around are wild, diverted by their legends, Convey your shield, to disguise them from wrong conviction, And to retouch their broken brain for harmony.

Pass on your deeds alone, not of lips to raise anyone, But, in action to accomplish what is being explained, For it ought to be real, not for just acknowledgment For the reason, the world needs you for the harmony to thrive.

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In this Valentine You shall feel in this Valentine Hercules has come to cherish you Until the day break just inside your glow And afterward you will sodden me more Me under, you to feel your love in weight.

My tongue shall cross the boundary Of your lips to battle with your tongue, The skirmish of internal emotions out of care And to connect for promising love alive To let it go deep rooted, until the final gasp.

My mighty hands just on your humps To pull your massive world more closer For better love to construct until the core And you with your bosoms on my cheeks To show the softness in love ever before.

You find me in heaven holding you tight Slow in breath and the soft scream of love Until the first light of the day, never apart And my ever gift to wet your lips when done To remain alive with renewed love ever.

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Dad is a Dad Fiendish it is to compass what a dad uncovers, Erst so stiff in discourses you sense of action Unforgiving tongue to sing that makes you tear a piece, Bizarre in deportments briefly, directly before eyes.

Blush not in anger on your graceful face of blitheness, Let the tune stream further for significance to uncover, Seek cognition on every treatment you confront, Dad is a dad, not even any mom can supplant dad.

Not through fabricated love he shows up in front, In any case, his affection dwells profound inside as a nark, Never like the mom, in fancy love you stand up to him, For the dad is for reasons and care invisible to dazzle heart.

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Let this Valentine go Substantive

Behold! Let this Valentine go substantive.

Hanging around with damsel is dĂŠmodĂŠ now, Expecting gifts from the devout one is a waste, Instead, wake up before the time from dreams And squander cash in a plentiful way through love To elevate love and peace among the destitute, For life isn't only meant for felicitous human.

They're made such due to the course of time, But they too feel the equivalent the manner you feel.

Waste money for divinity to occur among all So that, you never contrite in life for the great deed, And the gift in return you get would be delightful, Divine in nature that corrects human's mind.

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If not, burn through your time in planting a tree of life So that, what you appreciate, your kin can appreciate For bliss to flourish and to let the thirst bites the dust.

Not the fleeting the valentine love ought to be, That stays for a while and go forever from the hand.

It ought to be something that sounds magnanimous, The peace of mind of all is what brings happiness.

For the serenity of everything is what brings felicity.

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This Christmas - for Nativity to Extol A fir tree, I shall design to fete this Christmas, Not to adorn, but in love as a symbol of Christ And to grace my spirit as a sign, with my god.

I shall set the rainbow of lights and chaplets, With my mĂŠnage, consort the choir of holy angels For Nativity to extol and to mean the Virgin Birth, Like 'the tree of life,' to laud for undying life, The divine gift ever gifted through grace to mankind.

With my abundant love, I shall keep the sleigh of Santa, Like him, in this Christmastide, the gifts to share, For knowledge to shine with all, of his divine love, Being unstinted, the brain as spotless as day off, Through the imitation of Three Wise Men of infant Jesus For true worship to find like an ornament on the tree.

I shall induce all to rejoice Jehovah for his penances, Thus, through carol, balm his kin who got missed.

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The Lief Heart to Ramp up Santa is gone, to the moon or poles, it's dubitable, The Christmas as well, entrusting all its delightful memories, Not of rinky-dink thoughts, yet of affection and gladness That brought unequal minds in a vessel of solidarityHumanity to count in whiteness on delectation, Awhile, not to gauge the pecking order in any account, But like petals to prosper in concert over a solitary column, Being Nazareth, humane at heart for any manifestations.

The calendar year, like the sinking star simply set about For the new hopes to arrive and to rejuvenate minds, The chain of a fillip to establish that Santa mended at all, The Christmas that braced the New Year's Day for kinship, To be the igniter in the obscurity like the moon, And to polish like the brilliant star venerated by all, In harmony to check and the lief heart to ramp up, Like the Father, for his nation, let his begotten crucified.

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The Star in my Dream The star in my dream Requested that I be delicate Always like the sunshine To go off the caring warmth For harmony to come in individuals And stay evergreen Like the earth's vegetation So unadulterated in brains and sentiments Being a sentinel to carry pleasure to all Like the ocean that move in waves In the freshness of climate With no foul polluting influences satisfied And permit the existence celebrate.

The star in my dream Requested that I be cool Continuously like the moon To go off the caring coolness

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During the rough climate For harmony to come in individuals Letting out the light of life To lease the dimness grin And remain gentle Like the soothing breeze So kind, in aiding and managing To let misery and tension escape Being sentinel, the life of all to cheer.

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The Day like the Halloween The weary mind staggered carelessly Crosswise over on the murkiness And during the daylight around where I lived.

The dicey phantom to overrule, amazing in itself In me and around, over-the-top to repress.

I went insane, my action harebrained to act.

I moved when it moved during the complete haziness, Perhaps, I took its action to go wild without anyone else, My kin as well, in folly gone inept regularly, The restless night, the day like the Halloween, Tears in eyes, lugubriousness in conduct all around, And the ghost of its blitheness kept chasing.

My siblings left, my people as well, I stayed alone With the phantom to bargain my bliss in the dimness For the space for repentance that stayed without kindness.

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The mighty tears, one fine night trespassed my brain For the phantom in disclosure was not in the murkiness, But through the darkness in my mind to cover it, My flaws to point and the purposes behind defective of partition.

Thus, I tossed out the apparition that delegated my psyche, For the delight to sparkle as a diamond in everybody's wide lips, Also, to cast the haziness and the apparition from self.

Thus, the serenade of angels repressed the obscurity.

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Poor Honey Bee A honey bee on the rose in my nursery for a length of time, Fragranced so well in its grandness and sensitive quality, For nectar, so well versed in its stream.

Never it stayed dull nor on hunger, Indeed, even through dry spells or cleans.

Poor honey bee, flew high to see, A more splendid blossom of more nectar into the shrubberies out of eagerness for a possibility to chance with new in trusts and the nectar so scrumptious.

Frail in insurance from fly high, Tumbled off with isolated wings To lead the presence increasingly horrible then every already.

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The True Reincarnation of Gods of Men

The King, from his crown, the adoration prospers, The mind, so docile and kind as of Charis, To pardon the perp, his divine mind confers, For happiness to flourish beyond his bounds.

The genuine rebirth of Gods of men ashore, Brilliant in his soul, upon his speech be felt, The true soul, the King of love to battle, Grating among all, for better spirits to mend.

Ignorance is men, not to read his mind easily, Spells falsely as a weapon to hurt his divinity, Out of the ego, not knowing the position he stays firm, For their selfishness, they're prepared to harm.

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O miracle of men! Know the fact, we are the filth, The King, like the God he stands to evaluate, For the verdict, he passes is as unadulterated as a gem, One time it's passed, passed perpetually forever.

Better, appeal for his long life, for adoration to diffuse, To let your grandson to whisper of his deeds, Greater than ever realized in the history of men, For peace to multiply as man multiplies men.

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I will anticipate you Gracious Peace!

You are but the musings that liveth in the human psyche to encourage love and care among humankind.

When will you sparkle for the mother earth to shine in splendor.

I will anticipate you, standing on the highest point of the Mt. Everest and Like the Nightingale to sing the melody of delight when your realm comes.

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In this Precious National Day

The Sun, buries to afford its apropos warmth oft, The moon, fails to mask the darkness in time, But the love my king bestow upon me never miscarries.

Above my mind the warmth of its happiness lies, Above my didactics the light of its knowledge resides, In pureness in exist like the Triple Gem of honor.

In this precious National day, my mind recon Of the greatest deeds ever drew for its citizenry, A century and a zodiac year ago for ataraxic And the flag of triumph by the loyal dynasty, An enthralling coronation of the first His Majesty And the vivid sacrifices that our forefathers made, Unique in itself, not the independence day to attend, To sustain me and my generation forever at peace.

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Blessed, I sense today to have such a God like King, Eminent in thoughts than the God Eirene ever had, With his sleepless night to reaffirm our well being To keep us lifted up, forever at the cost of time That guided us to create the concrete pledges Of loyalty in the service, to my King on this day To pray for the immortal life for love to glisten And to sing of victory ever made, in unity.

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The Carol, I shall Sing High In this Christmas, the carol, I shall sing high, With my phonation gently through inscriptions; The song of love, the good news of John Like Santa with gifts, for those offish ones To manifold love with the rhythm of the jingle bell.

In this Christmas, the carol, I shall sing high, To bring back the peace lost in the crowd, Some in King's and some in Paul's nations, Distinct in colors to secernate one another With the divine love as white as the snow.

In this Christmas, the carol, I shall sing high, To paint colors in the marrow of those rigid ones Like the solitary Christmas tree to hold all at formerly, On it, the colorful light to glow at the same gait To teach, unity in love betters the soil for serenity.

In this Christmas, the carol, I shall sing high, With the Psalm of humanity and tolerance To gospel all to walk in the path that Jesus did Free of discrimination, in respect to humankind For everyone to become Santa of love and peace.

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Smile (Elfchen Poem) Smile An Expression A Loving Action Love Fills The World Peace

Compassion (Elfchen Poem) Compassion An action A simple step Humility fills the heart Kindness

Politics (Elfchen Poem) Politics A process The deadly game Dirty mind victimizes innocents.

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CONTENT

PREFACE ................................................................................... 7 Peace through Love ....................................................................... 9 Mist .................................................................................................. 10 Let all Human Sing about Humanity .................................... 11 The Love, be it Ephemeral....................................................... 13 The Peace, as their Religion ..................................................... 14 The Force of Nature ................................................................. 15 The Peace, out from my Love .................................................. 16 A Child ........................................................................................... 17 To Paint the Peace ..................................................................... 18 Let the Rainbow Dance with your Words ............................ 19 Just a Hug ..................................................................................... 21 On the Little Stage.................................................................... 22 Winter Time................................................................................... 23 Tears invites Mishaps ................................................................ 24 Religious Diversity....................................................................... 26 Before I Come Alive .................................................................. 27 The Broken Bin .......................................................................... 28

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Santa in my Bedroom................................................................. 29 My Sweetest Love, let us flee ................................................. 31 My Ghost Patootie ..................................................................... 32 My Love, let us grow well ........................................................... 33 The Rhythm of the Butterfly ................................................... 35 Man is a Biped without Feathers ........................................... 36 The Poetry of Men ..................................................................... 37 Success to adopt you ................................................................ 38 Poem as Oyster ............................................................................ 39 My Injured Pen in Hand ............................................................. 40 Social Service .............................................................................. 41 Divine Choir .................................................................................. 42 With Poetry to point the Actus Reus.................................... 43 The Nature cries afar................................................................. 45 The Antarctic: I stand here to Heal you .............................. 46 Let the Devil be in Devil's Shape .......................................... 48 Syllabus of Ants ......................................................................... 50 The One and Only .................................................................... 52 Solidarity of Minds ..................................................................... 53 Eyeless Love ................................................................................ 54 We are Same, we are One........................................................ 55 The Mysterious Love ................................................................ 56 Mirror, Mirror ................................................................................ 57

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When I’m gone ............................................................................... 59 Robotic Heart .............................................................................. 61 A Lady like a Pillar....................................................................... 63 My Great Monarch..................................................................... 65 O Peace! For your Realm to Sparkle ................................... 69 My Almighty, let me live hundred more ................................... 74 I Wish ............................................................................................... 75 Your Beauty ................................................................................. 76 The Unsung Hero ...................................................................... 78 Why I do not want to lose a Poem............................................ 80 A Dismal Song of Meadowlark .............................................. 82 Doomed to Write, not to Ask .................................................. 83 During the Warfare ..................................................................... 85 Mercy ............................................................................................... 87 My King, My God ...................................................................... 88 To be Lone again ........................................................................ 90 The Candle ................................................................................... 92 Angry Wind: Thou Art Finer, as a Gentle Breeze ......... 93 Day and Night .............................................................................. 94 Let me have Wings to Fly High ............................................... 96 Better Love, Than Sorry Forever ........................................ 98 The Blind Love to Witness ...................................................100 No Shortcut to Richness........................................................101

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Where would be you and me the next?..................................103 Why Misery?................................................................................105 Come to the Ball, Be Sensible ............................................106 O Man! Wake up .......................................................................108 The world needs you .................................................................109 In this Valentine ...........................................................................110 Dad is a Dad ...............................................................................111 Let this Valentine go Substantive ........................................112 This Christmas - for Nativity to Extol ...............................114 The Lief Heart to Ramp up ...................................................115 The Star in my Dream .............................................................116 The Day like the Halloween ..................................................118 Poor Honey Bee .......................................................................120 The True Reincarnation of Gods of Men ........................121 I will anticipate you ......................................................................123 In this Precious National Day ................................................124 The Carol, I shall Sing High .................................................126 Smile (Elfchen Poem) ..............................................................127 Compassion (Elfchen Poem) .................................................127 Politics (Elfchen Poem) ............................................................127

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