Seen
When
Crimes, corruptions
Come by turn; sense.
In some
The Spirit can go,
With the body,
Lagging behind,
Within savage throw,
Oh, the mystery
Of it all!
Will we ever know?
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Different tastes,
Mannerisms
Time to waste
Individualisms,
I suppose
It’s all part of
The behavioral
Pattern,
Of the human race.
We are all,
So different
In so many ways
Think of it
And practice,
Understanding,
Tolerance
For others’ views,
As long as not harmful
Practice kindness,
Not terror’s
Infractions
Bring about peace
Not destructive,
Dissatisfaction
And above, be good
To one another,
Please,
Don’t hurt each other.
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On the Internet.
Who is real
And who is not?
Who is hiding an identity
Or some kind of horrible
Plot?
No its not our imagination
That carries us away
When it comes
To the Shadows of the Internet
Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective
Would have had, without a doubt
A rather festive, field day,
Trying to discover who they were
And also many of their plots,
As Shadowy shadows took pleasure,
In confusing, harassing anonymously
All who could not see them,
For on the Internet they were disruptors
But in reality, they were Cowards
Who hid and threw imaginary mud,
Thinking that no one could discover
Their inner hate and rot!
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We talk in riddles and rings,
Sincerity,
A fluctuating thing,
True friendship,
Does it really exists?
Or is it,
Like most everything
Just driven by interest,
Just another, temporary swing.
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What Nothing else can,
Creating for Emotions,
An Eternity plan.
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Has reached realms,
Of the unimaginable,
And yet, and yet,
So often,
Human behavior deviates,
To that of animals and savages,
Making us wonder,
What are we, really?
And what makes us go up,
And so often go under.
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A poem is born,
Out of a pen,
And feelings alone,
No plan in mind,
The words intertwine,
Sometimes, with music,
Sometimes, with rhyme,
But always with feeling
That can’t be explained,
Like after a drought,
The Life-giving rain.
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Strays
Keep
With all people
Towards damage.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No. 4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 4 October, 2018
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Change
Toy,
Play sincerely
Avoid chaos.
About
RARe Stanza:
– – – – – – – – – –
6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │23 April,2018
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And you have to write,
Like crawling out of a sac
Where you’ve been trapped,
Deprived of Paradise,
Until finally, you Crack!
Become a poet,
And who needs That! ! ? ?
And,
You think you’ve done
A great big thing,
Leaning how to fly
With half a wing…