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PNasarudheen Sep 2013
ODE TO  RIOTERS
The clouds rumble , O! sons of Malice ,hear
The smoke of arson and roar of lies
In the name of God in heaven; to the tune of lords near
Ignorant men  , followers of Dionysus fly like flies.
Think ! read ,what the history of man tells
Of fire that Prometheus brought for our happiness
But, ingratitude of satanic forces by  spells
Inflame the fire of Ire and burn the huts; brings unhappiness.
Tempters like Hera of Zeus pleasantly smile
Resting in Bars or legislatures , counting votes on computer screen
Echo of slogans on Equality, Fraternity, Liberty from a mile
Makes in social conscience  a  scathing scene.
The land of Buddha. Abraham Lincoln, prophets of peace all
Sent by God to every race and all clans dull,
Told the people all over to be kind
Loving ,lovable and of service mind.
(2).
O! political crookedness, in struggle for power  you tempt
People to compete and hate and conquer
By communal spirit forgetting  Divine Spirit and contempt
Religious heads and political aspirants together
Like criminals think and twist the holy ideas, even
They hold holy books in left hand and in right hand gun
And advice disciples to die and **** for heroic heaven
For them, as if death is an easy going fun;
The First Estate of France still as  impulses here in world
Reign the countries as rulers  of Democracy mocking
And they jointly exploit subjects ; and devotees of the spiritual world,
Misguide men and women  by prayers rocking
Hope of Heaven and horror of Hell
Make the people, forget all , and yell
When the villainous leaders signal by baton
The desperados become boys wanton.
(3)
O! devilish War-Lords, do you read Vedic Books?
What they mean ? for you mean? as they tell of God ,the sole Creator
The Creator of you and the “Other”  in your hooks.
The Preserver and Destroyer , may not be for you Pharaohs greater,
O! Pharaohs , you don’t  cause rain, make the Sun rise
And the greenery, birds and fish flourish .
When the Earth rumbles and tsunami rages you give the price
The rewards of hatred you sowed nourish-
All around ,as chemical war terrorism-a horrible nightmare
But, Epicureans! All are from Him and unto Him all shall return.
Marketing competitions and sale of arms cause the Wars
As history reminds us :none gained but failed to sustain peace;
Still, the blunder of division of people and exploitation stars
Rise , at the West with the dying Sun’s horses and Mars.
Politics and Economics -two horses of Civilization unbridled
Terribly gallop with men on them girdled.
(4)
O! cruel  egoistic  businessmen ,you globalize immorality
By greed, you trade with  fanatics and  terrorists,
Spur clashes: Multiculturism versus monoculturism  denying plurality
Challenging Eternity; certainty of scientists.
At Saranath,Lord  Buddha told  disciples on the Middle Path of  life
To Torah “The Lord our God , the Lord is One”, so Jesus taught us all
And guided to worship  God in” Spirit and truth “ in our life
No other Lord but Allah deserves worship of us all-
Allah is the Light of the Earth, and of the Sky ,O! Lord
God is the Eternal  Light  to illuminate all  ;to be worshiped
Bhagavat Gita says,"The body is the temple of God
In the Spiritual realm : all are from the One ,the  worshipped.
God is the only One without birth and death
The Unique unlike the creatures on earth
The Force is called “atma” by Vedas no trade and
Sciences  tell: it is Eternal  , cannot be made by human hand. .
(5)
O! the ill -taught  simpletons , think !why shall we spoil life
in feuds communal or political  for the luxury of masters
Suicide never a sacrifice; if at all ,it is beheading of human in life
At the altar of regal, egotist power-mongers.
The Only God is the  Seed of all; names may differ by language difference
Holy books use all noble qualities to the name the Supreme Lord
Then, why the sons of that One Lord, in repentance
Think on action : virtue  or evil and pray: forgive ,O! Lord
In democracy, we are free to believe  the God or not
Still, we can be human by refraining from paining others
Freeing ourselves from communal hatred, the vicious knot
As the political fences   encircle us that make us enemies of others.
Stars in the sky and the Sun and the Moon
Are mortal ones from God for our boon.
Let us be men and women loving all , serving all;
Not severing heads; but lead a life ,culturally tall.
                                             ***********
Note:atma=soul.
K Balachandran Oct 2012
She was eating fish, evidently relishing every bit,
         but with some haste.
  He sat with a bottle of wine
              so relaxed,
         seemed exploring
     something lost in mind.



                                             Now, her plate is full of bones,
                                                   artistically placed,
                                             his conversations with wine,
                                                     goes unabated,
                                                 *he is certainly marooned in an island.
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
hellion, hedonist, this wilderness is my rome
pleasure and beauty, tools of duty, the great beasts' death-roll moan
self-righteous, epicureans, the unrighteous, we march, hard as stones

grease stick make-up, relationships made up, growing up on our own
fake hair sprayed up, ******* laid up, hemorrhaging it all out alone

nothing is free and we spend every dollar
hollow and wasted we chain our own collars

hardened, abused, neglected, rejecting all things inspired
we burn up dancing closer and closer to the heat of the beasts white fire

in our youth
we are the romans
and this is our empire
Nick Calvert May 2020
When I was small there were Boys and Girls,
and bisexual and gay were risque worlds.
Now, there are flavours for every taste.
Are we all, secretly, sybarites and epicureans...?
There are 46 terms to describe ****** attraction, behavior, and orientation.
https://www.healthline.com/health/different-types-of-sexuality
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2018
i only can't stop thinking about
Michael Hutchence,
without simultaneously listening
to, one, specific track...
    dead can dance's...
epic... fortunate the man with none...
which ends up me thinking
of stray dogs, a barrel,
                         and a man in rags
visited by the fashionable women
of ancient Athens...
  Diogenes of Sinope
and if we're going to go down this
root, of borrowing from the classical
world...
   way beyond considering
myself left, right,
liberal, libertarian,
or whatever the Enlightenment
provides on the focus of
sophistry in politics...
  what am i?
cynic, skeptic,
  well...
  i guess a mixture of a stoic...
and a Epicurean...
why? food? not so much...
but when it comes to drinking?
i'm a full blown Epicurean...
i like my alcohol...
but, come the next day?
i am stoic...
    in that i also, more than endure
the pains of re-hydrating my
body...
i enjoy the symptoms
of puking, coughing,
   having a hard time taking
a ****...
  needing to drink some more
alcohol for the food
to say inside of me...
        i can't be neither,
but have to revise myself as being,
both...
               and the pain is real
sometimes...
   but do i learn anything from it
i.e. not to do it again?
nope... i repeat it...
because i found a variant of
stoicism that came much later
with the advent of masochism
and sadism...
i became...
no longer:
a person who can endure pain or
hardship without showing their
           feelings or complaining,
but, rather,
a person who can find, pleasure
from pain...
     which is... come to think of it...
the highest tier of the Epicurean
school of thought...
masochists and sadists,
actually are Epicureans...
but of a fringe variant...
how else explain my pleasure...
from the pain inflicted
by me putting out cigarettes
on my clenched fist
on the knuckles?
why can pain become pleasurable...
because it's acute...
to enjoy either food or drink,
you require great quantities...
well... pain is the great quantity,
but it can be of great quantity
made compact within whatever
the confines it is expressed...
some would call this
pseudo-Epicurean...
in the ancient world they would
have...
              but such are my
inclinations...
             perhaps i learned
to enjoy pain in the Epicurean sense
of food and drink,
unlike a stoic...
                    given all
   the pain giving unto me as
a toddler no more than 1 year old...
and let me tell you...
an inflammation of the ear?
i thought it recurred when my wisdom
teeth were rotting from within...
oddly enough...
i still have a remaining two
on one side of my jaw-line...
but the pain is quiet similar...
yes... you could say i follow the dictum
of a post-Stoic pseudo-Epicurean
demand...
esp. when you know that...
the pleasure from *******?
has nothing to do with the act
of *******...
  but is a vague muscular tingling?
as if electricity was passing
through the acute muscles...
that other muscles only experience
a lactic acid build up?
  well... if like me,
you started ******* aged 7 / 8...
i actually derive more pleasure
from a trinity of unengaged
genitals...
my ***** are tickled by
the same sensation upon *******
derived from the phallus...
the same electric tickling then
orientates itself around the ****...
and the coccyx...
            ******* for me is
passé... and if i sit in a certain way
(hunched before a keyboard)...
the sensation can last for a decent
amount of minutes...
depending how long it takes me
to type something....
so... "technically"... in a transgender
sense... i have a ******...
but my "*******...
consists of the testicles,
the **** and the coccyx.
Walter Alter Sep 2023
my assassin hisses from behind his curtain
there's nobody here
with a stand up comic's grin
so he turned to practical jokes
got the gods tumbling spire over minaret
suffering a vigorously impious scorn
the pit bull lobby eventually had him banned
for making life into a pastoral meadow
but reposeful bliss eluded him
instead an agitated bliss on all his channels
being it was a game of hobbled feet
marrying truth to insanity
and created a race of juggling pundits
ringing like temple gongs
inherently bourgeois anarchist epicureans
wanting what is best is not always pretty
but nothing padded his gaze
observe the scale and the detail
the ruling class toiling all night
gave us minds and wills and forgetfulness
arise from the dead said the angel Mr. Blinky
kiss my sassafras *** said Billy Nitro
Scamper his Mongolian chihuahua
barking and snapping in emphasis
the times of laughter are over
he decanted in all silliness
so **** it laugh anyway
this is a limited time offer
you've read this you can't unread it
but what choice did I have
chronically coming up empty handed
flapping in the wind and no ******
vast and complex was Blinky's hypothermia
from deep within the Putumayo
a million chimeras cried for blood
the lava flowed round Pele's feet
upscale and chic descended to shopping cart
as the armless Venus glided towards him
fresh from a dump in a highway pay toilet
all love and germs in a clueless crescendo
freed him from omen slavery
Pol Potted the world of its many *******
Venus pulled him close
her hot breath made his hairs dance
she exhaled softly
you don't have to scream
to keep yourself awake
she could read a phoneme
like the moon in the river
as they pronounced us man and woman
their chief hipster said crazy man crazy
you are a freak like us
act accordingly

From "Pageant of Naked Mischief" available on Amazon

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