Poems (34,427)

Why is it, that I'm aware,
of osteoperosis?

Yet then again, to my dismay,
unaware of osteoperosis awareness day?

You misunderstood everything I've said!
The reason for so many wars that have spread.
Stop and think, before you jump to conclusion.
You're bound to conjure up undue confusion.

Stand guard everyone! The Fourth Reich is in view!
For this man has just sneezed.....

...and called me "A-Jew!"

If i remember, will it still make it true;
that a small girl with pink pearls
could colour a landscape brilliant hue?

Even now, after these many years,
i can feel the tousle of carriage
pounding earth upon main thoroughfare;
my knuckles white with grasping hold
of any part of frame to keep my precarious perch
and not land onto the street ceremoniously!

Never say "ta ra dari" unless prepared
to brace with all fours instead of just two.
How could a land so lost in time
be with such haste to short trip to the market?
If it were to deal with important business meeting,
only then would you have time to hear crickets sing.

Even in my sky-blue cotton of local attire,
i stood out like obvious sore thumb.
Respectful i try to be with lowered eyes,
for a woman alone was not to be.
I only wish to handpick the vegetables,
to be safe for preparing for my three.

It began by accident, striking in conversation
with a tall commanding Nordic woman;
seemingly as brave as her ancestors and to be.
I admired among all the chaos of different modes of transport,
her rambling safari-type rover with steps above my knee.
So, by chance and polite chat of exchange
came my first meeting of her charge from her own stay

She offered me ride in the high seat,
so i paid my taka to the wallah in exchange.
Off we bounced and dusted the rest of the way
until we came to the circle of busiest trade.
Before my feet could barely alight though,
i was confronted with the brightest of smiles.
The tall Nordic woman told her name is "Asma",
and that she was giving her a sweater to wear.

My eyes delighted on Asma,
a girl no more the age of 7 or 8 years,
but i am sure, wiser than most alike around globe.
Her smile was the whitest, flashing and broad
than EVER i had seen; in this land of Dhaka,
where tears should be as wide as the rivers be.

She wore pink pearls that were famous in area;
though hers were made of plastic, i could not blame.
She wore a dress; though clinging of dirt,
i wanted to brush her tangled hair....
as my impulse would be if one of my daughters
would wake from unrestful night,
i wanted to soothe everything, any fright,
with just the stroking palm of my hand.

I learned unwritten rules that wondrous winter;
of what is safe to gift market girls that young.
Give what they can eat, or what they can wear.
The rest can be plucked from their hand,
as soon as you part on your way.

RESPECT - BUFFALO
The Buffalo, through giving it's life and sharing every part of its being, showed the deep respect it had for the people. No animal was more important to the existence of Indigenous families than this animal, and it's gift provided shelter, clothing and utensils for daily living. Native people believed themselves to be true caretakers of the great herds, and developed a sustainable relationship with the Buffalo resulting in a relationship that was a true expression of respect..

Such stories tumble weeds tell,
insinuating that they'll always be around
that they've found some common ground
and how it was only you who could stop the wind.
But, thats never really the case.
Truth is they're just stuck on the barbed wire
inching towards freedom in the breeze.
Just when you get use to their smell
and that sound they make as they tap the ground,
the north wind picks up calling them away
leaving you with nothing but broken twigs
and brief moments of sweet entanglements

You gave up on me; I now say thank you
Because you did not believe in me then
I learnt how to do the things I can do
I did not have you on which to depend
That made me the woman I was meant to be
You did me a favour the day you left me

You gave up on me; so I found friends and family
Who always wanted to be around me but was afraid
They knew and believed in the person inside me
They pushed, they prod and finally they dared
That person hiding within herself to show
And from the dark and bright light now flow

You gave up on me; now you are sad
Because you now see me shining bright
Now you finally know just what you had
I cannot now tolerate your sight
Just leave me alone to enoy both life and me
I was the woman from whom you had to be free

You gave on me; you were so wrong dear
I was the best thing that happened to you
I was the feet under your high chair
But of course like I man you didn't have a clue
Now I have learnt to be happy with the person inside
I won't put her back in the dark to hide

LOVE - EAGLE
To feel true love is to know the Creator. Therefore, it is expected that one's first love is to be the Great Spirit. He is considered the father of all children, and the giver of human life. Love given to the Great Spirit is expressed through love of oneself, and it is understood that if one cannot love oneself, it is impossible to love anyone else.
The Eagle was chosen by the Great Spirit to represent this law, as the Eagle can reach the highest out of all the creatures in bringing pure vision to the seeker. Though the purveyor of the greatest and most powerful medicine,
love can also be the most elusive of the teachings, as it depends upon a world that acknowledges the importance of spirituality.

COURAGE - BEAR
The Bear provides many lessons in the way it lives, but courage is the most important teaching it offers. Though gentle by nature, the ferociousness of a mother Bear when one of her cubs is approached is the true definition of courage. To have the mental and moral strength to overcome fears that prevent us from living our true spirit as human beings is a great challenge that must be met with the same vigour and intensity as a mother Bear protecting her cub. Living of the heart and living of the spirit is difficult, but the Bear's example shows us how to face any danger to achieve these goals.

Ancient the trees,
trails like river,
meander through.

As my heart beats
so does the kestrel,
fly and free.

And under the oldest tree,
do I sit, stare and dream.
Scents of oak,
pine and cone.
Eternal afternoons.

Groves of green,
does the deer stir.
The olde oak,
remembers and weeps

Sisters birch
and fern recall.
Laments of those
that past untold.

My name in time,
scripted and eternal.
Return to me, for
Sherwood am I.

I MET A GREAT GUY ON LINE
AND HAD THE MOST FABULOUS TIME 'CHATTING' AWAY
TO THIS MAN EVERY DAY
AND FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIS MIND
WE GOT ON SO WELL
IT WAS EASY TO TELL
WE MATCHED! WE WERE TWO OF A KIND

WE TALKED AND WE JOKED 'ON THE SCREEN'
COULD THIS BE THE MAN OF MY DREAMS?
HE CALLED! AND SUGGESTED WE MEET
OH! LORD I WAS GETTING COLD FEET!
BUT HE SOUNDED SO GREAT
I AGREED TO A DATE!

NEXT DAY HE ASKED FOR A DATE
HE SOUNDED SO NICE, I DIDN'T THINK TWICE
SAID ¨YES: I'LL MEET YOU AT EIGHT¨.
AND THOUGHT ¨WOW¨! I CAN'T WAIT!¨
HE SAID ¨DINNER AND WINE¨?
SHALL I BOOK IT FOR NINE¨?
I SAID, ÖH ! YES THAT'S FINE¨

WAS SO NERVOUS I COULDN'T GET DRESSED
TOTALLY WOUND UP AND STRESSED!
¨WHICH DRESS? ¨I CAN'T CHOOSE
AND ¨HEAVENS! WHAT SHOES¨?

COULD THIS REALLY BE MR RIGHT?
THAT I'M MEETING AT EIGHT TONIGHT
SO 'WHY THEN AM I UPTIGHT'
BUT I HAD A GREAT TIME
AND SOON I SIGNED OUT!-OFF LINE.

i FOUND THIS FAB MAN ON THE NET
I KNEW AS SOON AS WE MET
HE WAS FUN, HE WAS KIND
HE 'GOT INTO' MY MIND
IN A WAY THAT I'LL NEVER FORGET!