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Aerial Thoughts

My jet is zooming fast;
Except skyscrapers, high ramparts
Mountain ranges and tall trees
I see nothing at all

I smiled at the pretty French girl
Sitting on the other side of the aisle
I started a chat with Mr.Prat
On US politics and modern art;
About how a tycoon
Died in intoxication
And how a stripping actress
Died of AIDS

Good God!
I don’t see my India from here
And my people dying
Everyday with starvation

I am snug and enjoying

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poem by Sathya Narayana
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tourism ***** ASKEWED FLOATING RESTAURANT

Manila breakwall
concrete warft

there float
askewed restaurant
dined by tycoon guests

swallowing rare delicacies
for my taste bud of imagination
as cuddled by
all season motif waves
of the salt bay

sneakingly at distant i glance
ashame to touch
even the entrance exit stair
feclining upward to
heavenly 3 storeys
gigantic kitchennete vessel
like restaurant

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poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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A Tycoon's Testimony

It's a registered mail few days ago,
Oh! What a surprise?
A Philanthropist Tycoon has mentioned my name in his last will.
The poor scribbler struggles much and I leave my Manor by the riverside for him
I have no idea to give some money as his rusty wallet seems to be allergy for currency notes,
He could write more poems facing the river and I wish him best of luck for his future endeavors.
I took the letter and showed it to my next door widowed attorney,
She said; ' Please do not keep much hopes as this could be a racket, anyway you have a bright future that I noticed.'
And she squeezed my fingers secretly.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Why?

Put a ton of diamonds on your shoes,
while children in America are starving for food.
Destroy plant kingdom while printing the news,
Grow hemp plants and only 1% of it is being used.
Kill sea life with oil spills,
so oil tycoon can fill their tills.
Turn faucets made of gold,
while farm workers have no pension when they get old.
Put addictive substances in cigarettes and food,
so people get cancer, heart disease that is not good.
Give Chrysler bailout money we Americans lost,
while Chrysler makes cars in Canada, Austria and China at our cost.
Maybe one day these issues won’t be no more,
It’s up to US to change the matrix to affect the score.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Moon

While moths and caterpillars spin cocoons
Fishes are floating dead in polluted lagoons
Only some dream of flying to the moon
While many dream of becoming a tycoon

Tonight I looked up to the skies so soon
Waiting for a vision of a white circled balloon
The earth and its rotating moon
Rotating around a universal shaped spoon

And in the full glimmer of the moon
I hear the cries of endangered baboons
I hear the cries of wild life harpooned
While platoons of life watch the moon

Tonight I think only of singing a little tune
Debating if the moon glitters in her misfortunes
If life would only occur on the moon
I could draw it out like a cultural cartoon

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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Who You Think You Is

who you think you is,
fool with a big crown look,
tequila on the ice,
we come steal your queen man,
she goes to vocational school,
usual I'm warm-hearted,
but walk-the-plank man,
teach you never touch my mother again,
I'll be playing the xylophone,
yester-day was yester-eveing,
you have a problem disbelieving,
fool who you think you is,
I make you walk the street,
let you smell the vapor,
from her woman part,
you gonna need,
a umbrella to go under that waterfall,
best upholstery in the house,
say white-house mouse,
dude ugly-duckling tycoon,

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poem by Tommy Laster
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In the Ravages of War

From the ravages of war
Imminent
The soul of the country has gone
Languishing
But the man who after thirty years
In his Italian suit
And crocodile skin shoes
Who apparently talked sense
Who was neither the idealist
The revolutionary
The mad man of masses
Nor a poet
Who lived in mansions
Who reappeared again
Who put his documents
With his youthful photograph
Who had gone old now
Not much
Who wanted his Mercedes to be allowed
To be imported

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poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Last Night (Rondeau Redoublé)

Last night I saw a big white moon
rising slowly, almost with dignity
and the first star said that it would be dark soon
while you kissed me

and together we lay spoon to spoon
melted into each other softly and tenderly,
in loving activity without any modesty.
Last night I saw a big white moon

somewhat magical like in a fairy cartoon
and outside the wind blowing was the only activity
but you had awoken my harpoon
rising slowly, almost with dignity

while you were smiling in glee
and for a moment I felt like a king or a tycoon
while in joy and passion we were free
and the first star said that it would be dark soon

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Top Shirts Are Ironed In A Big Shot Style

Top shirts are ironed in a big shot style
Disinfected fingers disinfected smile
Hand in hand polished policies acquire
Cliff cut hairs when the straights are dire

Tuxedo models in top toxic fashions
Red catwalk marches upon the blood
Is it possible to fulfill the passions
Of mud stained shoes diving in the mud?

‘Politics- they never pose naked’
Sure Vishnya true they always fake it.

Regardless of country tzardom or empire
It’s always the same blood sucking vampire
Old tzars hanging in emperor’s new clothes
Germany, Russia, America…or new
Nutsi Nazi, Comrade Parade, Yankee Hankies… or who
Old aristocracy playing democracy
Playing on the earth playing on the moon

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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Welcome Vicissitude

In spite of big bribes given to me,
I understand this is just temporary.
Mindfulness! it brightens my brain.
Dare to welcome any gain.

In spite of being destroyed in soil,
I can stand with stars in my eyes.
Mindfulness! it's my secret suit.
Dare to welcome any lose.

In spite of pukka popularity,
I understand this won't be eternally.
Mindfulness! it directs not to be vain.
Dare to welcome any fame.

In spite of lowest position,
I can stand with brave actions.
Mindfulness! it shows how to maintain.
Dare to welcome any defame.

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poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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