on the straw huts
of the soul…
the sky of silence
torn by the colors of noise!
or silent epitaphs,
that only whales understand,
or perhaps elephants…
written on the inside of the turtle’s shell.
spoke into being…
or being adorned,
with the trinkets of ownership…
do we choose?
what is language then?
should we ask the trees?
perhaps the mountains will tell.
the rivers only laugh!
does it have a smell?
a taste? a touch?
does it recognize identity?
spoke into being…
are we then spoke into death?
is the veil between paper thin?
is there a veil?
perhaps the only difference
between darkness and light
is vantage point…
where we stand in the shadows!
dogs bark, cats meow…
I Am!
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i want to be remembered as…
in the street bum’s hands,the vacant buildingwhere he slept…the plow, the harness,and the old mule.the needle laid downfor the final time.the church left openboth day and night.the unknown personwho paid the rent.the old man who stoppedin the pouring rain,and changed your tirewithout a word.the old woman who ran the mission,the stray dog that never left.the…
old homeless man…
Christmas trees froma gravel lot…thirty dollars, half memories,faces or shadows,long gone!shuffles his feet,his hands in his pockets,fumbling his change…old man, move on!maybe come back tonite,swipe a tree in the dark,drag it on down to the tracks….a bare Christmas tree,and a lonesome old fire….shadows and faces,waiting quietly on death!
wouldnt it be amazing,
were human in content?if every action we tookwere based in compassion?if every thought we hadwere original?wouldnt it?
i caught the scent of freedom,
could taste both feathers and wings,in the glint of the faraway sky.could feel the bridge beneath my feet,swaying with every step.and i pledged my heart and mindto walk and talk as one…and facing my fears,determined refused to stop.for in each life there lies a reason,in each night a lantern shines.and oh nothing be so sweet,as…
what are you going to do,
when it wont buy anything?not a loaf of bread,not a jug of water…not even a gallon of gas!when you’re left alonein the dark, with no oneto count on by yourself,with no friends,no instant gratification…what are you going to do?
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standing in line…waiting for a bowl of food,a blanket, a kind word…people…standing in line….credit cards ready,faces twisted with hatred, , , ,which line are you in?
All nectar-like
And words
Move in their
Continuous processes.
Words
All radiant
All purifier
And words
Glow in their
Life energy.
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It is all nonmaterial,
My sound and wordsAre all nonmaterial.In fact, I am simpleBut for you I am difficult.You may denyBut that has no meaning.
All
I salute you all.I salute allStones and treesI salute you allBirds and animalsI salute you allEarth and skyAir and waterI salute you dearI know you are hereIn all atmosphere.All I salute you.
As ever I am nectar,
As ever I am the smallest creature.
Life –
Just enjoy life.It is all perfectIn friendliness.Keep not any doorTightly fastened.Starlight aheadJust proceed forward.Find so many coloursOn this earth itself.Life –The great product ofThis very earth.
I don’t know sir
With the stars!And I know notHow to answer.And I don’t know sirHow to take careAnd what to share!
Poetry,
Magic,Not all poetry.And we are allIn between the two.And we mergedIn oneThat is life.And life isWith usTo take a new turn.True to sayNo one is singleAnd fragmentNot possible.Expression is importantAnd not the lesson.
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Breathing
No end
As long as
In body
Soul is
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Earning money
Harming otherEnvying neighbor,Hating humansLoving sins,Wrong doingPredominatingOver well doneIn a sad tone.
Direct clay was turned into required elements
to set in every function in as pottery style,osteoblasts turned into bones to form the cage,limes were to join each point of the bodyveins surrounded in and out of 206 boneshard, soft, wide, length, fat, thinsetting by inner limbs, thick flesh and skinstrong, elastic for the whole earthly life spent.Souls were entered then through a…
Speech
SpreadTasteThat all can thinkOf all release.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
.(The Great Secret – Heroic Couplet)
Suggesting dreadful wrongs they would commit,With atrociously shedding blood,But Allah created,Declaring the true fact thatHe knows they do not know what.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │18 March,2018
I Remember
The yard in heartOf love, care, shareI can’t forgetAll, the heart does bear.
Identify The Terrorism And The Terrorists
In the vast universe being moderate creaturesBut being made of earth; making some infrastructures,Again being mortal and so short livedUntold troubles and obstacles human beings go perpetrate;They pollute the environment where they live in system,Kill animals, disrupt earth’s eco-system,Inventing dreadful weapons want to perish all’s fortune,Want to massacre all creatures, creations;I’m not gonna mention there…
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Not even Springtime
Can,
The love that long
Embraced you,
Still cuts thru me
Like a panther’s
Fang,
Like no other
Pain will,
Or ever can.
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‘I have fallen
No longer inThe competitionFloating intoOuter space…Said, the once,Very famousMovie StarBut,This time,Real tears,Ran painfully,Down, her onceBeautiful faceAnd the scriptWas real,Not make believe.
Fixed glare into space,
Life’s race?That’s not the wayWhen imaginationBecomes an obsessionAnd for reality,There’s no longerA place.Beware, BewareOf fixed obsessions!For only shadowsDo they chase,That will enslave youAs their possessions,Making you, surelyLose Life’s race.
Debates, Debates
So much at stakeAnd yet!Like dogs chasing,Chasing their tailsIn the abusiveWorld of Politics,Nothing newUnder the sun,The same lies and abuse,The same disregard,For Citizens and CountryBeing served, poisonous hashOn a, no burgerEmpty, stale, abusive BunNo, ladies and gentlemenNothing new, under the sun!
In Politics today
Skunks,Pity!But hold onAmericans,If you don’tSee the Truth,Of the manipulationSo inept, by someDon’t be surprisedIf the worstIs yet to come!
Is there any balance,
In Poetry,Certainly Not!If there were,It wouldn’t be Poetry.
Be an Individual,
Educate yourselfTry to find the truthOr at least,What things are allAbout.Do not live in ignorance,There’s were EvilFinds it’s ‘shout’You shout louderWith the truthThat you’ve found out.