When, where, what and who
Would follow!
Leaving still more questions,
You will nibble, bite and swallow!
Because you believe I am stupid enough,
To share with you and confide.
But right now your request,
Comes from one who ‘snoops’ with unrest…
And your nosiness is best for me to deny!
Goodbye!
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Slow to awaken,
To take them on a tour,Through reality.They are quite shock to find themselves,Completely ignored.As if invisible to those who pass…With their own agendas.With no time to deal with thoseInto a self inflicted existence.And now they expect attention?To accomplish what and for what reason?
I feel them.
Inside my pockets.Inside my pockets,I play with loose change.While in my mind deciding…Whether to make a snowball,From fresh snow.Or should I go sit in my car…Kept running.I remember as a child,I would love the snow.I would love to make and throw snowballs.Not thinking of my hands.Or the cold!Or being chased.I take my hands out from…
Sunrise seen ascending…
A blend of hues to mend,With an accepting affect…In darkness rejected!A fear we no longer need to keep!Holding hands beholding…An unfolding of clouds and shadows.And unmasking from tasks mastered,Yet undeserved when witnessedIn event held revelation!Learning in trust…The uplifting of boundaries fading.Gone!In One World where we all belong!Related by heartfelt infatuation.Letting our peace increase.That plagued a…
Led to believe
Was beneath.For years this perception,Was fed and conceived.The followers were blindedBy the one deceiving them to the ledge.With vows they pledged to honor him…And he took them to the edge.They had no wings to fly.He did not help them…Or want them to try.‘With me you do not need them! ‘They did not know he lied!The…
Grandpa trapped me with gas that he passed.
And laughed.Grandpa didn’t bat an eye at me,When I covered up my nose and pretended to sneeze!He offered to extend to me an apology…By saying he tried to hold the gas in,But if he did there was nowhere around…He could take a quick and quiet pee!
Excuse themselves from war they try.
With theft and segregation ties…Lies created now stare back in their eyes.Isolated are those who run,From a reality they chose to shun!And shambles of slaughter,Leaves them trapped in backyards.Arguing amongst themselves…No one wants to admit,They played an active part!And the price paid for this shame,Haunts the claim…The way they sought to live,Is not their blame!
The most Desperate Word
In any Language!
Why?
Because,
So many times
There are no Answers.
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Looking for a lonely hand,
Navigating in the fog,Of loveless planets, cold,Searching in the cratered Moon,For poems young and old,Searching for a kindred Soul,A story yet untold.
Poetry and Classic Films,
The anguish that I feelWhen I see this,This noble CountryBeing run by the insane.
Some Poems
Miracles!No explanationThey just, AREAnd if anythingSurvives,They will,Being Eternity’sStars.
Vegetating in a slumber,
No more dreamsDisappointed in Life’s cover,Things are never what they seem.
My body hurts,
It’s hard to live,The whole day thru,In great despair,I look for you,Knowing that you’re,No longer there.Now memories,Haunt land and seas,Now that you’re gone,And not near me,What shall I do?What shall I be?I’ve lost,All vital, harmony.
There are, those
Who dareTo live,Just for love,Only.To love and be loved.But!If the dream desiredIs not found,Like a sunless flowerThey wither and dieFrom lack of love,The touch of a hand,Or the warmth,Of a reassuring smile,Yes, they even dieBecause,They have no one!To dry, their tearsWhen all aloneThey cry.
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do those marmalade jars
need to tell you
they’re made of sevral oranges?
Any child knows that..
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you’re still running
dangerous lights.you don’t hear their footstepsany more. they may havegiven up. but chasing youwith noiseless footsteps, is stillfear. when to stop running?one day, perhaps, no longerthe faint chill sound of fearchasing silently.just, quieter still,the fear of fear.
You put up with it because
somewhere there, there’s always love.He may take interestin something to be repairedthat’s mechanical; andthere’s cars to wash and clean,hobby things to sort and tidy.Some kids are good or disciplined;but there’s never quite the timein their expanding worldfor doing just what you dofor the house..But in the human heartthere’s this locked, dusty room – you haven’t…
You asked me which of Auden’s poems
for memory’s fade, then walked to the dusty shelfwhere next to those volumes of Eliotwith their brown-paper covers for thoseprecious wartime books alloweda ration of Canadian paper forfighting men to read in thosefew moments of leisure for the open heart andthe vision of a peacetime world, was‘Collected Shorter Poems 1930-1944 W.H.Auden’which fell open at page…
when peace is forever,
It doesn’t lastlike peace.(for Jerry Hughes, poet)
After that first photo-flash in mind
a poem waiting to be formed;and there followed, that strange mixture in the mindof awe, surrender, thrill, and wonderment;and as the mind, now as obedient servantbeyond the asking, brought the building stufffor this new, strange construction (though not, I noted,in the order that these would be used) –after all this, and the poem now on…
The rich need the less rich
and do the jobs they would not want to do.The poor need the less poorto make the jobs for them to doWhile those in the middlehave aspirations; work hard;love their kids; and sometimesfeel warm glow of gratitudefor being safe and middling.Then when times are tough…perhaps it’s time for charityand co-dependenceand some noble human impulsethat’s social…
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Why do you do this…
When you know it is love.
You have my emotions cascading,
Over rocks you come to lay.
And my heart you dissect…
As if nothing I feel is meant,
Or respected!
Why?
Yes,
Why do you do this?
To begin and twist every argument we have.
And to continue with it,
Until a storm has been cast!
And tears flow fast from eyes that swell.
Why when you say, ‘Go to hell! ‘
You’re the one clearly on that path!
Why?
Yes,
Why do you do this?
To apologize to me.
Knowing your apologies…
Are not meant to believe.
Nor do they last.
Why?
‘I’m just a sucker for your love! ‘
And I provide you the fool!
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The breaking down and restructuring,
Not even if you still fantasizing.A collapsing underneath us,Has clearly begun.If you don’t believe that yet…Forget about your agendas.You best to get comfortable…With the coming of a basicness.And sadness and regret all around,Will be seen and easily found.And rampant will be those crazed into a rage.And rampant will these minds snap quick.And rampant…Comes a higher…
No matter how you peek at it,
Truth has discovered you,In desperate hiding…And is aware of your fears,To be stripped and bared.No matter where you are inside,Outside shows your point of view quite clear.And truth no longer dares for your appearance.It knows those with you are also quite scared.And it comes after you and all who deceive…Without weapons,To freshen up the air!
I am here.
Just to be in Your presence.Here to be near.Without a want or need to express.Grateful I am,There is an absence of emptiness.Here to feel.And yet,There is a peacefulness.A quietness I accept.To receive from You to get.Free of expectations that question.And left comforted I am,To be with You…Here unseen although known and felt!
Fixed to ‘things’
Inept in explanations.And this one accepts.What does it take,To scratch beneath a surface?Does it take an expected wisdom?Or one who is wise with purpose.
I’ve seen the valleys green and lush,
Splashed and nature plushed!And mountaincaps from where I stood,Were even standing higher still!I’ve seen clear skies and Eagles fly,And wondered about the Sun with squinting eyes.I’ve retreated alone to leave this beauty condoned.To the wildlife I visited left to many to be unshown.And when I returned to obligations committed…I sat and felt so blessed I…
Blank is my mind like a canvas.
A melody may come into mind.Finding an image!And thinking of a time…To begin a poetic line,That may or may not rhyme.As a mental search begins,Defining an image.Before surrounding that with meaning.Something accessible.Lean!And has comprehension in it that screams.Bites!Then frame it with…A title meant for it!That’s the task of one who ‘poeticates’.In creative ways…That uses the…
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Cry,
Roar
To overcome
Inner query.
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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 │ 22 June, 2018
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