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Happy Birth Day

With the side of the folded fist
Dipped into the batter of rice
Imprinted are the Holy Feet
Of little Krishna, 'Kolam' of providence
From the floor of the street
Via the steps along the house
Inwardly upto the 'pooja' almirah straight
Where picture of Krishna with floral garlands,
Lit holy lamps, incense, sandal paste
Sindhoor, assorted flowers, holy yellow rice,
Special fruits, varieties of milk sweet,
And snacks made of gram and rice-
'Seedai, murukku, thenkuzhal, thattai' on big plate
Are ready and the priest next invokes
Lord Ganesh, next to propitiate
Lord Krishna with all the delicious delights
Marking Krishna's birth thus devout great
Full of exultation eating the delicacies..
Krishna eating? mm..Krishna alone knows

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Livin In The City

Slam blam glam, squeaky jam.
Ram, blam, slam, about a gram, sketchy scam.Police ma'am.
Make a livin to be dyin in the city.
Hand to hand, Wham bam, Super Cam, Euber damned. sticky jam.
Make a livin to be dyin in this giant, cold hard, here's my card,
ain't nothin but a glass shard, city.
What a pity, not lookin all too pretty, down to the nitty gritty.
Ain't a livin to be dyin in the city.
You're flyin blind, two steps behind, you're in a bind, no peace of mind, done lost your mind, it's a pity. in this daily grind. Make your livin to be dyin in this giant
city.

Glam, slam, scam, Superman, Stan The Man, sleazy Sam, Flim flam sham.
Ain't a livin to be dyin in this giant, hot shot, what sup,
great Scott, burnt up, city.

poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Hare Rama

Soaked in the tears of this home
Memories grind me into my bittered life.
Earlier days were lively in full bloom.
But soon got into this rancid life.
I was not the home minister, but
In the production of babies and dishes.
Not considered to be a prestigious post.
Unprofessionally professional was my status.
Cutting vegetables for curries and sambar
Grinding black gram and rice for dosas
Ooh la la la, for everyone at home, other
Than me finding no day for my own wishes.
Age has put me on the altar today.
Children ask me about wasted talents why?
What shall i say? that i sacrificed?
Or have i been a coward?
Ere shaken my mortal, chanting Rama Rama
Shall be the best resort to replace the wasted.
So Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Hare Rama!

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Cannabis Sativa

Renewable resource
Season of the witch
THC trough pusher dip
Stay with me on this

August is a weak month
Crop into kiln
Shriveling organically
Head down
Roots and panties up

Dealer dealing bad shit
"I gave you an extra gram man"

A morning holiday toke
Still sunshine, sparkling wind
Re-integration of no smoking pad
Crossing a couple of thresholds
I mention to myself
Out loud quite affirmative

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poem by Winston T. Gylles
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A toothbrush rush

Could I try to
Save self, save us, save the world?
Let's take one soft tooth brush
and start to clean own heart
of every dark spot,
or rust stain
or the mischievous thought
before it comes to be
a putrid mould.
Brush kindly
for rebel stains
that out comes not
in tears soak.
Put more energy,
one gram of salt
and bit more energy
rub well to truly clean
until becomes pristine.
Then go to those near by
with new tooth brushes

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poem by Elena Sandu
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Alankar(Decor) -76

Bhaji-(Chain Verse)

Chain Verse is composed in one of three ways:

1 Chain Verse is composed
with the last word or syllable of one line repeated
in the beginning of the next line.

2 Chain Verse can be stanzaic, most often written in any number of quatrains
but any stanza form will do, linked by repeating the last word of a stanza
as the first word of the next stanza.
The repetition of a word from one Verse or stanza to the next creates a chain-like link.
usually rhymed, linking rhyme as well as alternate rhyme.
often syllabic, alternating longer-shorter lines.
One example is alternating 8-7-8-7 syllables the other is alternating 6-5-6-5 syllables per line.

3 Chain Verse can be written
with the last line of the stanza repeated
as the first line of the next stanza.

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poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Boy and the Teacher

Teacher, teacher, 'why is my gram parent going to have to go to a nursing home? '

'Well', says the teacher in disgust. 'The republicans(Defenders of the rich) won't allow the raise of the government budget ceiling(The Amount Of Money That The Government Can Borrow.) they don't want to raise taxes on the job creators(Corporations..). But they want taxes on the workers and cuts in government funded programs to equal the new budget. The Democrats(The Ones Who Believe Our Country Should Be A Nanny State) . Don't want to make the cuts in certain government programs or raise taxes on the poor and want to raise the budget ceiling without paying for it.'

The little boy says 'That don't sound that complicated. Why don't we just tax everyone across the board, according the money they make and have. And Why don't we make cuts in programs that are not necessary. Oh and while were at it why don't we bring back our military slowly. So were not spending 60 billion dollars month in other countries. Why do we have to police other countries? Or even a better question how can we afford too when our debt is so high? '

The teacher responds back, why don't you write your congressmen, senators, and president letters and ask them.

The little boys says, 'Easy they would never read them.'

The teacher a little annoyed says, 'You got answer for everything. And I thought I was the teacher.'

The little boy chirps, 'your darn tooting'.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Character Named Arrogance (Rivsed001)

This one I will not name for as for he use to be a friend
Or as I thought
His name will be Arrogance
His been in and out of my life a lot
So as a character I thought I should tell you of his life a and what not

When I speak of narcissists.
I'm not talking about myself but portraying myself as him
Arrogance
He was born in Pennsylvania
And I'm known him since the age of 13
How we met, was not on friendly circumstances
I went to pool, with friends and their he was treating this girl like shit
He stole this girls cd, and wouldn't give it back unless she would let him get in her pants.
This is the story I've seen over and over with him.
Even now he has a women hooked by nothing more then deceit.
Well I knew where he was keeping the cd.
So me and the girl went and retrieved.
Later on that day I was walking over to visit friend
I saw him as I crossed this trail connecting one street to the next.

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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Sending My Goodbye Letter To The Heavens

She is finally gone.
She had the mind eater disease.
Not Alzheimer but vascular dementia.
It was caused by contentious strokes.
It turns you into a zombie eventually after all the hallucinations finally disappear.
Sitting on the furniture with a blank stare.
She was my gram.
I went as a kid to Trustville Alabama each summer to be with her and my grandfather.
To visit my cousin, uncle and aunts all my mom side of my family.
Sometimes by bus, sometimes by car.
A thirty-six hour drive.
A ride of many sites and good times.
So many happy memories.
Something she had lost so long ago.
I happy she finally went, yet I want to crawl in a hole and just die.
As each tear streams down my cheek I remember everything she taught and did for me.
She was part of me.
She made me who I am today.
She made me go to church when I didn't want go.
Every Sunday like clockwork.

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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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UR LUHV*by Nikki Minaj

Shawty I'm a only tell you this once,
you're the illest
(bah ba dah dah oh)
And for your lovin' I'm a Die Hard like Bruce Willis
(bah ba dah dah oh)
You got spark, you, you got spunk
You, you got something
all the girls want
You're like a candy store
And I'm a toddler
You got me wantin' more
and mo mo more and

Your love, your love (yeah) [x4]

Your love, your love [x4]

[Verse 1: ]
Yo(yo)
He the type to pop tags and be cockin the brim

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poem by SmashLey Sweetie Simons
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