Hoardes poems on Hello Poetry

Josh Dec 2014

Happiness is infectious
and so is unhappiness

I thought evil was only something you saw on the news.
Only something you read in the Bible, sitting in the pews in church
and reading about the hoardes of Jews who hurt
because God had something better waiting for them after the pain.
After the strain
put on the heart of my mum,
there'd better be some handsome sum sitting at the end of the road
and 3 handsome sons walking along the road too.
Walking towards the Holy Land,
hand-in-hand
and standing up to the man who held his hand to our faces and slapped them,
letting his family slip through his filthy fingers like sand.

But sand is better off on the beach than it is in somebody's palm,
and if this infectious unhappiness
is just travel sickness
en route to a sunny beach, lined with palms,
where we can stop reading Exodus
and start singing Psalms,
then I think, and I hope, I can put up with a little more time in this car.
Are we nearly there yet?

#broken #evil #family #journey #parents

MrunaliniDNimbalkar Sep 2019

LORD OF HOARDES

Elixir trumpets ,
Decorated stages,
Grand welcome to the Elephant God with fragrant garland's of roses.
Hail to the festivities of wisdom , courage , love , knowledge and truth .

Bring forth the colours of joy and happiness ,
Bring forth the warmth and oneness ,
Light the lamp of prosperity and brightness.

Stir in offerings of aromatic delicacies ,
Appetize in the aromas of divinity and peace.

Play the tunes of intricate celebrations .
Ring in the bells and swing into a festive mood .
Recite the name of the almighty with full gratitude.

©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar

6.9.2019.#Happy ganesh jayanti to all !#
Ganesh chaturthi or the birthday of lord Ganesh is celebrated as a huge festival all over India .
It marks the birth of the omnipresent and in true symbolise is celebrated in every hindu household with pomp and show . A festival I grew up loving and learning the true essence of the celebration .
The festival popularly know as 'Ganesh Chaturthi' falls in the months of August or September of the Gregorian calendar. The festival is marked with the installation of Ganesha clay idols privately in homes, or publicly on elaborate pandals (temporary stages). Observations include chanting of Vedic hymns and Hindu texts such as, prayers and brata (fasting). Offerings and prasadam from the daily prayers, that are distributed from the pandal to the community, include sweets such as modaka {sweet dumplings}as it is believed to be a favorite of Lord Ganesh. The festival ends on the tenth day after start, when the idol is carried in a public procession with music and group chanting, then immersed in a nearby body of water such as a river or sea.
The festival celebrates Lord Ganesha as the God of New Beginnings and the Remover of Obstacles as well as the god of wisdom and intelligence.

Birdcaller Nov 2017

only human

is that all that we amount to?

hoardes of people thrashing
against stubbornly-still water
treading water as we await
our final moments

is that all that we can be?

when the world is so vast
reaching to us with its arms
far-stretched beyond the horizon
beckoning us to life

( catch me writing poetry in a dark bathroom at 9 on a thursday )

T R S Dec 2019

No judgement. No joyment, either.

I had planned on heading to Home Depot, because my way of life had required a gross of wooden stakes.

144 ounces of hate made of wood would construct a plank of self hatred that I would keep harbored away until judgement day.

Likewise, I had hoardes of rotten twinkies to sink into the soil.

Sink away and sink, boil away the toil of broken hearts an overboiled sunken sweets.

Seep into the grown, the sullen sugar can and will boil away in the hate soaked heat that made the life of our ancients so gay and disfrayed.

Mild emotions and ambitions only manage to feed the hungry monsters that have ensconced themselves in power have yet to abate their desire to gobble up everything that is not them.

Antony Glaser Jan 2022

Albion streets - Partygate

where are our heroes?
their bland bleatings we suffer,
this static turn
on Albion street.
Their illicit Lockdown Party's
burn an incense
in our souls,
our gallant sacrifice thwarted.
This luster flathead etched,
upon hoardes of Townies and ruralites memories

— The End —