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sunday coffee god and all the rest of it
i sit sipping coffee by the window in the kitchen
as the procession of the faithful summoned by sunday bells begins
sunday coffee god and all the rest of it
i sit sipping coffee by the window in the kitchen
as the procession of the faithful summoned by sunday bells begins
car after car carrying people dressed up for god and each other
rolling by on the way to whatever form of worship soothes their souls
but i an impenitent unbeliever reject the credulity called faith
that’s been fractured and reshaped into innumerable incarnations
rolling by on the way to whatever form of worship soothes their souls
but i an impenitent unbeliever reject the credulity called faith
that’s been fractured and reshaped into innumerable incarnations
and whether or not there’s a judgmental old man in the sky
remain unworried about my final disposition
i haven’t been good enough to deserve heaven nor bad enough to deserve hell
so if he exists i’ll be lounging in some nebulous corner of the universe
remain unworried about my final disposition
i haven’t been good enough to deserve heaven nor bad enough to deserve hell
so if he exists i’ll be lounging in some nebulous corner of the universe
It's been 2 years since you passed away and the void in my heart is still empty and aching. Just wrote out few lines on you to reminisce those memories with you and help me grieve better.. 
An ode to My Father
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye .
You were gone before
Only god knew why
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye .
You were gone before
Only god knew why
Those long walks with you as a kid
Taking shelter in your arms when tired
Those long discussion and funny stories you used to tell
I should do best & be happy, that was what you desired
Taking shelter in your arms when tired
Those long discussion and funny stories you used to tell
I should do best & be happy, that was what you desired
My epidermis
does not
make me
better
Than the brown-faced boy from Georgia
who won’t be taught about racism in school
but will still learn it there.
Or the man face down on concrete
pleading for air
gasping
dying
beneath a knee
of oppression.
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does not
make me
better
Than the brown-faced boy from Georgia
who won’t be taught about racism in school
but will still learn it there.
Or the man face down on concrete
pleading for air
gasping
dying
beneath a knee
of oppression.
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#poetry
deconstructing heaven
stained as we are by the imperfection of the human condition
encased in the flesh that both sustains and limits us
we cannot imagine the sacred geometry of the universe
but when we become the stardust that lights the blackest nights
deconstructing heaven
stained as we are by the imperfection of the human condition
encased in the flesh that both sustains and limits us
we cannot imagine the sacred geometry of the universe
but when we become the stardust that lights the blackest nights
every mystery will be revealed in a glory impossible to know
until we are part of it
until we are part of it
if it comforts you to dream of angels
and an old man on a throne have at it
but there’s no old man who made us in his image
we made him in ours still our indestructible atomic energy
and an old man on a throne have at it
but there’s no old man who made us in his image
we made him in ours still our indestructible atomic energy
This poem is from a sequence—“Black Vespers Pageants” started on September 13, 2001 as a way to process what I had seen from my office building’s rooftop in midtown on the 11th and durning my subsequent walk down to @parrishgriggs apartment in the west village later that day.
“Inventory C” from that same sequence.
“Change Coming At Hour Mark”
Launch day has arrived! Between now and mid-November, we will be running three projects celebrating unique, important habitats. The first two, #26Habitats and #26Pledges, are in partnership with @WildlifeTrusts... and feature beautiful, original illustrations by @lydiathornley
... #26Habitats starts today, with 26 writers celebrating some of the UK's most iconic habitats - from hedgerows to seagrass. Each has written a centena (a 100-word poem) and essay exploring the importance of their habitat... @WildlifeTrusts @lydiathornley...
...we'll be posting new writing from one of our #26Habitats writers between now and the end of September, so do check in every morning to read the latest #poems and essays! @WildlifeTrusts @lydiathornley... #poetry #nature
My weekly poetry continues on @Medium! Chek it!
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#AmWriting #Writing #TheArtOfPoetry #WritersLife
#makesomenoise
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#makesomenoise
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This is my little nephew's school-issued #poetry #textbook that's part of the curriculum. He's in 4th grade.
Annie Shrestha (@scoannie) & I did a little #analysis of d contents of this textbook & made some interesting discoveries.
#Nepal #Caste #Gender #NepalEducation
This is my little nephew's school-issued #poetry #textbook that's part of the curriculum. He's in 4th grade.
Annie Shrestha (@scoannie) & I did a little #analysis of d contents of this textbook & made some interesting discoveries.
#Nepal #Caste #Gender #NepalEducation
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As you can tell (see image), Rato Bangala Kitab is the publisher. And this one is the 5th edition, published a year ago. The 1st Edition came out in 2062 BS (16 years ago).
#Nepal #Caste #CasteIssues #Gender #NepalEducation #NepaliLiterature #GenderIssues
As you can tell (see image), Rato Bangala Kitab is the publisher. And this one is the 5th edition, published a year ago. The 1st Edition came out in 2062 BS (16 years ago).
#Nepal #Caste #CasteIssues #Gender #NepalEducation #NepaliLiterature #GenderIssues
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The book contains 108 poems (see images).
#Nepal #Caste #CasteIssues #Gender #NepalEducation #NepaliLiterature #GenderIssues #Exclusion #Diversity #Inclusion #representation #RepresentationMatters
The book contains 108 poems (see images).
#Nepal #Caste #CasteIssues #Gender #NepalEducation #NepaliLiterature #GenderIssues #Exclusion #Diversity #Inclusion #representation #RepresentationMatters
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Some #poetry for the weekend .😇
A POOR LIFE THIS IS ...
(My take on William Henry Davies's classic )
A poor life this is , filled with selfies and numerous check in's ,
We make no time for those in despair , including our kin. +
#HenryWilliamDavies
Some #poetry for the weekend .😇
A POOR LIFE THIS IS ...
(My take on William Henry Davies's classic )
A poor life this is , filled with selfies and numerous check in's ,
We make no time for those in despair , including our kin. +
#HenryWilliamDavies
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No time to spare , or even share a few words of care ,
For those who need our time ,we gift them a solitaire .
No time to soak in the beauty of #nature and let ourselves free,
For we are too busy posing and posting , akin to a wannabe! +
No time to spare , or even share a few words of care ,
For those who need our time ,we gift them a solitaire .
No time to soak in the beauty of #nature and let ourselves free,
For we are too busy posing and posting , akin to a wannabe! +
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No time to fathom what one ought to do with one's life,
For we all are preoccupied in proving ourselves right ;thereby causing others strife.
No time to extend a helping hand , but tweeting aplenty ,
For we all secretly wish to be labelled as a "cognoscenti". +
#POEMS
No time to fathom what one ought to do with one's life,
For we all are preoccupied in proving ourselves right ;thereby causing others strife.
No time to extend a helping hand , but tweeting aplenty ,
For we all secretly wish to be labelled as a "cognoscenti". +
#POEMS
Today I'm cleaning up personal wreckage & when the walls close in I #amwriting my autobiographical #poem. Last year I wrote 1200+ ABAB lines in pentameter quatrains & I'm learning about iamb vs trochee vs spondee & reading out loud to improve. It's the first #poetry I ever wrote:
An excerpt from my autobiographical poem:
He started making good money at times
Said it was from one job or another
He didn’t know yet he had crossed the line
He’d sold hot goods to an undercover
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He started making good money at times
Said it was from one job or another
He didn’t know yet he had crossed the line
He’d sold hot goods to an undercover
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He supplied dynamite stolen from mines
To a man we met drinking in a bar
Hardcore place we hung out most of the time
Haggard strippers, card games, and cheap cigars
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To a man we met drinking in a bar
Hardcore place we hung out most of the time
Haggard strippers, card games, and cheap cigars
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A detailed thread on the life and facts of #BharathRatna Sri #AtalBihariVajpayee Ji: A visionary, statesman, politician, leader of people, and loved by all. In his political career which spanned several decades, he created a legacy which will ensure that he'll never be forgotten.
A respectable figure & one of the greatest politicians of India. Also known as the “#BhishmaPitamah” of Indian politics,#AtalJi's personality was able to win over not only all the countrymen but also his oppositions. He was a gem of a politician who always put his #country first.
He was born on 25 December 1924 in Gwalior.
His father was Pandit Krishan Bihari Vajpayee.
He was a teacher. His mother's name was Krishna.
He studied at Victoria College, Gwalior, which is now Laxmibai College. He joined the RSS as a student & became a national level debater.
His father was Pandit Krishan Bihari Vajpayee.
He was a teacher. His mother's name was Krishna.
He studied at Victoria College, Gwalior, which is now Laxmibai College. He joined the RSS as a student & became a national level debater.
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HOW TO BE A #POET
by #WendellBerry
(to remind myself)
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be #quiet.
You must depend upon
#affection, reading, knowledge,
skill — more of each
than you have — #inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for #patience joins time
to eternity.
HOW TO BE A #POET
by #WendellBerry
(to remind myself)
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be #quiet.
You must depend upon
#affection, reading, knowledge,
skill — more of each
than you have — #inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for #patience joins time
to eternity.
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#Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
#Communicate slowly.
#Live a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
#Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
#Communicate slowly.
#Live a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Home
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
#home #warsanshire #poems
#WhereAreTheChildren
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
#home #warsanshire #poems
#WhereAreTheChildren
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied
