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( a poem I wrote last year on another site)

Hatred is simply a fractious bug on the brain
which doesn't always wash away with the rain
that is neither the rain of love nor that of homily

But if you solemnly profess belief
in the God right above
let this even to atheists be relief
that God only means love
for no religion preaches hatred to man or family

The wronged wishing to be placated
The tortured wishing to be avenged
Embittered humans provoked to malice and hatred
forgetting we are all but Adam's progeny and kindred
Alas, hatred's a scenario that so costs humanity

Most of us are tired of hearing
of this cause and effect'
circle of violence and repercussion
Why wilfully make yourself a target
and fall in lasting perdition?

We don't wanna hear the hate crimes is a virus
that has no earthly cure
Since compassion is a vaccine
to prevent it for sure
Yet some might think
this is easy to sing and easy to say
Gosh, but don't the world need more die-hard supporters
of peace till judgement day?

Keep the peace and spread it.!!
Do your bit, come use your wit.
Swat and squash the hate bug from your mind and heart
Promote love and compassion even with words and art
 Mar 2020 Muzaffer
Riveá
it doesn't matter how pretty and perfect your outside is.
if your inside is rotten with negativity,
you will remain undesirable.
I hate Periods and like most Commas,
a Full Stop turns me off

Quotation Marks I can endure,
but Semi-colons not

I love a good Exclamation Point,
all Question Marks so so

But my favorite is the Em Dash
—replacing most of those

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
 Mar 2020 Muzaffer
Traveler
I've had enough
of all these living
breathing distractions
fused to my synaptic reactions
reminding me that I am but one
the leash of realization weighs a ton
in harmonicas hormonal perfection
it's easy to lose an election
It's a beautiful day
I never want it to end
but I lose my balance
when the distractions set in
......................................
Traveler Tim
 Mar 2020 Muzaffer
Ken Pepiton
Mean music, blues, is what they called

the noises,
morphing to music, in mir
act all-outs miraclue-lesss time of magi Ai ai ai
ical memes, mere memories of
mmm
the sound,
the music is in the pattern,

commas make no noise, breathe,
see, slow and steady, wins the race, been
there
done that, is a game sons of god once played,
or
perhaps, they were grandsons, in the summer of 1969.

Been there done that went way back,
that night by Lake Mohave,
when I built the carbon
oxidizing pyramid,
that burned the lesson this deep,

so now, some fifty years after
everwhen that was, when I was there
and you were not. That
is all you know,
you were not there. But here you are.
While listening to Stephen King on his 2014 Revival tour.en
 Mar 2020 Muzaffer
Ruheen
You can take the heart out of the girl,
.
.
.
And you can help fix it.
Give it something
So that it has more energy.
So that it can feel more.
She can't feel with her head.
It's too direct.
Too predictable.
But she's too tired to fix things.
She just wants to sleep,
Before her mind overloads,
And there's nothing left.
She's tired of using her mind,
But she doesn't care.
So take it.
Take her heart,
She doesn't use it anyway.
Haven't done one of these in a while.
I liked this series.
 Mar 2020 Muzaffer
Unpolished Ink
Let gentle rain fall softly as she sleeps

Let tumbled grass grow long and wildflowers be her counterpane

Let twining strands of ivy cover up her name

Let her rest in peace
* Latin for Remember You Too Must Die.
Marking the death of a family member
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