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Vikram sikki Jun 2017
Eid
That's what we need
Now More than ever
To show
That we are together

Enough of "holier than thou"
And clamour over the cow
We couldn't have fought
Had we put a thought
That all our customs and faith
Are to gather and celebrate
And embrace all

So More than ever it's now
Necessary to take a vow
That together we grow
And let them know
Who toss us into fire
Of instigated ire


We all had a choice
And we all have a choice


This time
Let's savor the kheer
And a hug a little tighter
Let the crescent moon glow
On us all a little brighter

Eid Mubarak
Let's be better.
Let's live let's love
Imagine a warehouse of apples with their individual conciousness.
They are labelled and categorised.
They are segregated.
The apples are gathered and put into boxes marked
by what they want to be known by,
their commonality/mentality.
If a bushel of apples are a stigma, they are put into boxes marked by what the other apples tag them by.

In a self-marked box, by the name of “surat zayifa” an apple lays at the juncture of the pyramid of analogous red,
maggots eating away at it’s heart.
The apple turned crimson hued to an evangelist blood maroon. Smouldering; festering like an open wound.
A stinging aura besieged it,
suffocating the air like sharpnel stuck in the throat.
The apple, consumed by a dark resurgence and a devilish resolve,
spoke in tongues of the serpent and supplanted seeds of pestilence in the hearts of the apples who joined his brooding virtue.
A collective conciousness was supplanted among the fruit,
imprinted with the face of death.

The world of apples, thrive on each other and face the forebodings of life together in spite of their marked differences in a state of throbbing dependancy.
The apples feed on the apples.
Another self-marked box, by the name of “khalas” were set to consume the apples from “surat zayifa” to continue finity,
unwary of their poisoned souls.

The apples fed on the apples and almost every other apple rotted and perished.
The apples that survived were the ones who consumed the apples unblemished in spirit.
All the others apples from all the other boxes blamed “surat zayifa” as a whole.
Even the apples purest, were tainted by the sins of the other apples,
the ones to take the blame for the misdeed of their creed.
The box was now marked in disgrace, a vehemence, a scourge.

The last remaining poisoned apple that was set to perish from “khalas” did something morally unhinging before it’s spirit departed;
the apple smeared it’s tan blood with words on the cardboard and dropped dead.

The singular light bulb flickered, the pulse strained.
Everything fell silent.
The words read “ We are ourselves. We **** ourselves.”
This one goes out to those falsely persecuted in the name of religion and to those who give their religion a bad name and to the ones who suffer for the sins of their brothers.
Julie Grenness Dec 2016
To cross bridges, let's have faith,
In the ultimate survival of the human race,
Why demonise migrants this way?
We're humans, just the same,
Even terrorists who use their creed
As a mask for greedy power, indeed,
If we spread brotherhood far and wide,
We could cross bridges that divide......
Feedback welcome.
GaryFairy Oct 2016
when no objective is best for our protection
protecting ourselves would be the best direction
directing ourselves toward a progressive connection
connecting our minds to make a collective correction

correcting the obsessions that infect our perception
perceiving ourselves as the essence of conception
conceiving a brand new perspective of reception
receiving the blessing that we call perfection
In a Quantum Loop poem, the last line of each stanza must be used as a different form of the word, as the first word in the following line. It also must rhyme, or nearly rhyme. Rhyme scheme can be any way you want it though. In a double quantum loop poem, the first word in lines 2, 3, and 4 must rhyme.
I've embraced my nothingness
My cosmic insignificance
And my indomitable will
And drive to make a difference.

So though the world forget my name,
and **** me with no shred of fame
I'll take my chances just the same
To bridge the gaps that leave us lame.

I'm not so vain to need to know
Who'll miss me when it's time to go.
Even if my crew won't grow,
My heart, my fellow man, I'll show.
May I never miss the chance to elevate a brother or sister.
The Destiny Of A Disciple Of Light
To maintain a spiritual connection a unique one
Therefore, it's you and God alone
Make a commitment to gain spiritual growth
Seek deep inside your inner self and ask yourself this question
Do I stay with God thru everything or do I favor the world?

Meditate on this question then come up with your answer
If you are willing to make the sacrifice of serving God now I tell you
The road isn't going to be easy so make every second count
Hence in the very end it's you facing God in the Final Judgement
What will it be will you reach Paradise or be condemned to the Lake of Fire?
Furthermore, for those people who serve Lucifer their souls
Are so corrupted with evil is hard for them to see the Light
Make yourself a servant of God he will reward you handsomely at the end

Focus on helping others reach Christ in time
We are all running short and out of time
For our lives is like a blossoming flower
Today it grows tomorrow it dies
Mark God's words in peoples hearts don't let them forget him
©Franko the Christian Poet
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Francie Lynch Aug 2016
A leaf fell, twisting in the Fir Green Square,
Like a spear thrown through the air;
A dog, distant and real,
Has barked five hundred years on Sheep Street.
Holy Trinity, the bone keeper, keeps doors open.
The Avon, not so sweet now, flows on;
Swans swim and preen, and tonight,
Henry will rage on Agincourt again,
Calling on his brothers, and me,
To breach the vicious cycle of lonely barks
And the immutable march of time.
Take my hand, look into my eyes,
My brotherhood of men.
Julie Grenness Aug 2016
Here am I, praying for the good,
A sister in God's brotherhood,
God loves us til the end of Earth,
A slow news day, we all deserve,
Humanity needs new policies, rad,
Save us all from anarchy-that's bad,
So, let's all pray for a slow news day,
In the world, let's have amity today,
A sister in God's brotherhood,
Praying for all that's good!
Feedback welcome.
LoneBottle May 2016
We have two castes, the rich and the poor,
The rich focus on increasing their assets.
The poor focus on repaying their debts.
But,
The rich becomes richer,
The poor becomes poorer,
Atlast,
The rich fly and the poor die.
And we call it 'Incredible' INDIA.
I don't know how to lift this society alone, I guess I need super powers to convert this rich poor nation into a brotherhood nation.
Brotherhood defined.
A hero cannot be a hero without a little help. They always do better working together.  A boy’s gotta have a friend.
They say a man isn’t a man without a loyal person to back them up 24/7. Luckily, I don’t have to worry.
From our humble origins deep in the heart of summer, a certain friendship flourished from that awkward hello, and graduated to bear hugs and conversations deeper than anyone could imagine.
  advise. Much needed advise. The desire to hear his thoughts and the desire to step on stage with my best friend marched on. From looking deep into his heart only to see the pain that he knows so true.
and looking into his heart to see the pain and heartbreak that he has endured. But then I saw the smile that seldom showed itself.
You see, I can hear his voice from a mile away.      
and the phrase, “hey buddy!”, I know I can count a bear hug and much needed Attila time.
when the stars shine bright and the planets align there is no force on heaven or earth that is to be reckoned with his and mine
he’s the only one I know who can lift my mood up from an ugly 0 to a 10.5.
he’s everything as a friend, and more as a brother, as we go on this epic adventure together.
if sticking with this guy is wrong I don’t wanna be right
and when he’s around I shine in all light.   The only one who cherishes 115 and keeps it sacred
I mean, he’s the only guy I know that can recite every song with me, then go play black ops zombies for like a billion hours.
because as they say, the only way to survive a mad world, is to embrace the madness.
And when in this guy’s presence, I do not feel sadness.
  we both tumble deeper down the rabbit hole of brotherhood and then we teach the mad hatter and even the Cheshire cat about speed cola and quick revive even though it smells a bit fishy
Dempsey and Nicolai all day. He’s like a mystery box, cause you never know what’s next.. However, there is no teddy bear to take him away from me.  He’s here to stay…forever.
So to whom it may concern, no, we are not gay. That would make too much sense. No, he is my brother. He is a thundergun and I am a ray gun. Batman and robin.  Han Solo and Chewie. Sully and Mike. Bro’s for life.  
Where breakdowns are worth more than cash, and McDonalds is our ultimate getaway…yeah…I’d say…that when im with my best friend, life is pretty good.
when we are together, the memories start recording, I hear the “beep beep” and know that I’m bouts to lose mind with ‘dis guy. I’ve been through a lot. So has he. But we can always count on each other. Because that’s what matters, right? Bro we’re tight. Ready to shine the light. And raise hell in the night.
friendship is more than we give it credit for. When you find your best friend, there isn’t a better feeling. when the silence breaks, and your passion flies, you never know what might happen. From reciting our favorite band quotes, to rupturing our eardrums because we just had to hear from Attila just one more song. Whether its , “breathe in, breathe out”, or “The stars at night are big and bright”, and the soft ones like hey Jude.  When I feel like im in the dark, he’s able to lift my face, wipe my tears and tell me that the pain that certain man causes me is obscure. He can lift my spirits into freefall, and I feel the wind. The glorious wind. He’s there for me, and somehow I can see the portal of existence flashing before my eyes. The portal of friendship, lifelong friends deciding to collaborate on anything and everything. I wouldn’t rather have a different friend. From the time that the pumpkin king came on stage, and from the time he rang in my ears with the banshee scream. It resonated with me.
when we make it someday, and we’re able to say, “yeah, we made it today” then the stars will shine. The heavens light shall be seen. Let’s make this one count. Take a look around you. Each one by one. There’s a friend somewhere to be seen.  Find your friend. Make it count. Because they’re the one who’s gonna cover your back. Cry with you. Laugh with you. And yeah, probably fight with you.
there’s always someone you can count on, so take a look. Find your friend. And don’t think about it too hard. A friends a friend. Period.
The problem is, men cannot admit there’s a friend.
according to men, its gay to hug.
but the thing is, it shouldn’t matter what gender you are.
if someone wants to hug their best friend, then so be it.
True bothers don’t give it a second though.
because they are…we are…family.
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