"knavery" poems
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.
Heart my got broken , knavery when played they all.
I also did some trick, waggery did, made them fall.
Soul my knocks now, and making me feel shy.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.
I was fragile , shaky and suffering over last.
Used to compete with them whosoever growing fast.
Now that fear is over, seldom now I vie.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.
I let them laugh at me, who having envious heart.
I let them mock at me, am accepting odious ****
Malice brings no peace in me, not making such a try.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.
Wrong which they done to me, all have forgotten now,
Only thing which yearn now, help all but when and how.
In the land of hatred me, sowing peace and multiply.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.
Was bursting volcano then, now flowing river is me ,
Heat of that summer over, clouds pouring rains in me.
Dirt of soul gone now, bade the evil good bye.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.
Venom of hatred receded, jealously no bitterness,
Longing to assist someone, is there so eagerness.
Sipping now drop of love, peace in me glorify.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.
Light of wisdom arrived, Night of ignorance gone.
All my grief ended, joy in life has come.
Riding at the peak of virtue, now I am flying high.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.
Now only truth here , no place for any lie.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
It is a sad, sad story
for the successes of the past do not fare to serve us in the present
the logic of the bully is a nationalist sigh of relief
and the arc of our world is divided by invisible lines that cross borders
but across which only poverty **** recorded and scored, shall pass
when the successful liar is preferred to the lonely sage
are we not prepared to accept that which we serve
are we not prepared to eat from the plate we have earned
to sup on anarchistic attitudes, imbibe narcoleptic morality
then purge our selective brutality on the servers
for we have earned this, that which fell into our laps
a modern life made tolerable by the indictments of demagogues
for freedom’s a blight in the nightmares of demagogues
shopkeepers made frightful by the incitement of demagogues
we don’t need rights when we’ve the rightness of demagogues
we know they are liars, but are they successful liars?
we know they start fires so they can be better seen
presiding over the funereal pyre of our former freedom
some bishop of hate and self-interest raised up by our fear
to a pulpit of nations drawn low by wage slavery
to a podium impatient for their arrogant knavery
to a rostrum of hatred unsated by gross economic products
to a minbar frustrated by allegations and false prophets
It is a sad, sad story
for our past failures, our careless disregard will not serve us in the present
the logic of the bully is the demagogues rise to belief
we are weakest only when we are weak
and no backs will lift this burden but our own
A sad story indeed
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
I wonder if they’ll still chant his name,
When the Native’s blood is spilt again?
I wonder if they’ll still shout and cheer,
As the Anger and Wrath draws further near?
Will they dance and jeer upon their feet,
Over the Scarlet stains covering the street?
Will they remain blind to his defiant knavery,
As their children are marched into his slavery?
But the blind, I suppose, will keep following since,
He’s adorned as a glittering and potent Prince.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Contentment, worry,
Love and fury,
Fear and bravery,
Knighthood, knavery,
Joy and sorrow,
Today, tomorrow,
I accept it all.
Truthing, lying,
Singing, sighing,
Sitting, leaping,
Running, sleeping,
Living dying,
Though I'm crying,
I will eat it all.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Though the courts say in God we trust
There ain’t no justice for us
Cos we’re forced to plea bargain a bust
Which adds to our general disgust
It’s the lack of parity
When it comes to sentencing see
While others routinely walk free
If it’s me they throw away the key
How come I always get the max
Regardless of the given facts
Is it any wonder why I can’t relax
Would you if the deck’s always stacked
I’m robbed of my liberty
And my labor is practically free
I’m locked up in knavery
Though it smacks back to slavery
Innocent until proven guilty
Never applied don’t cha see
From the moment they knows it’s me
Facing the charges that be
I’m given exorbitant bail
So I cannot get out of jail
And it’s foolproof guaranteed not to fail
Because justice has an unequal scale
Guilty or not of the crime
Nine times out of ten you’ll find
I’m somewhere up state doing time
And I’m used as a paradigm
For what’s wrong with society
I’m the poster child don’t cha see
So they point their fingers at me
Despite the disparity
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015, All rights reserved.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
Lately
I have been sensing
Distance between us
I feel my trust for you fading away
I feel like I need to close my door
And lock it so you can't get in
Is it real?
Or am I having knavery illusions?
Can I trust you?
Or will you stab my heart
with the knife of betrayal?
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
into the thin air it vanished,
the sense and sensibility all perished.
the quiet in nights turned,
a silent mind it yearned.
void of reason, devoid of logic.
innate stubbornness, innate pride,
lost to it all, desolate might.
turning in bed, all too aware.
cowering in sheets,
from those dreary nightmares.
with bated breath and beaded sweat,
a yearning, a discerning and a sudden awareness of death,
of fleeting time in hand and of urgency to take a stand.
convolution of thoughts, a concussion of sorts.
for , the things of matter and matter of things,
a parallelism, that doesn't seam.
a parallelism indeed,
of, self that matters and the self that doesn't,
of,letting go and holding on,
of, nightmares and daydream.
a sojourn in the dreams of inaction,
and of dilapidated affairs of men,
struck by lightning and pangs of paranoia.
sights of knavery and of chicanery.
sight of self, in the deluge.
an epiphany struck and catharsis followed.
and a thought, a naive perception all billowed.
and whims of self that doesn't matter...
like a frail glass it shattered.
-PR
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC