IN MANHATTAN (For Ramji)

October 19, 2017

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October 17, 2017

In Manhattan

Looking with deep brown eyes

at Manhattan’s concrete jungle

eyes blurred at the macro-scope

of environmental curse

of cement and sand

rush of traffic

unaware of trees and plants

how fresh this American air

you sniff and sneeze

rich in strife and cynicism of life

in the distant horizon

there is no Mahatmaji

standing, staring

only one thoughtful soul

in a world of Ramji.

 

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POEM: Body and Mind Recluse

October 9, 2017

Poem: Body and Mind Recluse by Leonard Dabydeen (Published in The Society):

http://classicalpoets.org/body-and-mind-recluse-by-leonard-dabydeen/

“A man’s as old as he’s feeling …” ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“If the body frees the mind in its quest
For youthful dreams to be forever young
Let not Time play such games like cricket test*
To stay batting because the gloves are hung.
If I should sit alone in dark of night
Will I hear angels singing of a new King?
Or should I let my mind wander for light
Until sunlight herald flowers of Spring?
Never too old,” I think in solitude,
Murmuring to myself, “Am I too late?”
But the Mind regales with much gratitude
That I am so far from St. Peter’s Gate.
When youthful feelings prod the mind to soar
Sweet dreams go far beyond ocean’s shore.

 

*Cricket test or test cricket is an international sport. Test matches are played between competing countries (England vs Australia …) When a test player “stays batting,” this means he is not available to play in international matches. He hangs up his gloves.

Leonard Dabydeen is author of Watching You, A Collection of Tetractys Poems , Xlibris Publication(2012); Searching for You, A Collection of Tetractys and Fibonacci Poems, Xlibris Publication (2015)

 

THIS GREAT SOUL: MAHATMA GANDHI

October 8, 2017

 

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Living Gandhi Today 2017 PDF

 

 

 

How Poems Jogging in the Mind

October 4, 2017

When I Write

 

When I write

I write with passion

I let wings of flame fly

with graceful heat

wafting with intensity

raging stampede excitement

I crust peaks, plateaus

horizontal platitudes

I engulf the mind with love

I trace contours of flesh

mounds, valleys and Venuses

knolls knotty brushes

I walk with refugees

wading mud and sand

breathless for freedom

eyes ink pen for Parker

Dell in key-board of life

tear drop after tear drop

I let the passion flow.

 

 

 

HARVEY FLOOD

 

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HARVEY FLOOD

Now that this storm abates in slow motion
Flood waters recede in all direction;
Harvey murmurs at toll it is counting
Human lives lost in the massive flooding.
Houstonians abandon homes and all
In fright and fear no matter wherewithal;
Huddled in shelters without a divide
Many families gather without pride.
Rescuers continue to scout the homes
So abandoned as the flood water roams;
Some are unable to find kith or kin
Trepidation about which camp within.

Survival is what seems to be foremost:
Texans are all together coast to coast.

 

 

 

If You Should Ask Of Me

 

If you should ask of me what I fear most

My heart would lie so much without a boast;

Not because I babble of middle-age

As I scuttle over stones in courage.

 

After all trekking this journey of life

Is coloured magical dreams spotted rife;

Sometimes there has been a dark inlet flow

Where my reluctant heart brokered to go.

 

Then I took that pathway like a shadow

With travesty of roads I did not know;

Many nights were silent, dark and gloomy

But often times I stood my ground firmly.

 

And many were the days I cherished most,

If you should ask of me try not to boast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bill Morley 1920 –

 

 

For Bill at 97

(Celebrating his Birthday)

 

This rejoice overwhelming, surely mine

As I think of him like sparkle sunshine

Always looking forward with a wry smile

Enjoying another day for a while.

 

Sometimes he would appear to be busy,

To look at him smiling, makes you happy;

What is he looking for is a secret

His mind furtively holds with certain wit.

 

Those who look at him will often ponder

What is he thinking of, and then wonder-

At his age there is little surprise left

To show this world with much bereft.

 

So glad to see him without much ado

About our world we know to be so true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CELEBRATING A GREAT SOUL: MAHATMA GANDHI

September 30, 2017

MOHANDAS KARAMCHAND GANDHI WAS BORN  IN PORBANDER, INDIA, ON OCTOBER 2, 1869. ASSASSINATED IN INDIA ON JANUARY 30, 1948.

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 http://www.gujarattourism.com/destination/details/7/273

 

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Porbandar was controlled by the Jethwa Rajputs from about the 16th century. It was the capital of the former princely state of Porbandar (1785–1948) before it was incorporated into independent India. Nationalist leader Mohandas K. Gandhi was born in Porbandar in 1869, and both his birthplace and the neighbouring Kirti Mandir, a museum dedicated to Gandhi, are major tourist destinations.

Ref: https://www.britannica.com/place/Porbandar

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STUDENT GANDHI

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GANDHI DANCING WITH THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND

THE RELEVANCE OF GANDHI- WHY GANDHI STILL MATTERS

http://www.mkgandhi.org/articles/relevance_of_gandhi.htm

 

POEMS ON MAHATMA GANDHI (THE GREAT SOUL)

By Leonard Dabydeen

 

Namaste, Gandhiji

Footprints on the sands of time glow with birthmark each glittering step unshaken and challenging not by yielding to temptation but thirst for truth for the awakening of men for soul-searching in glimpses of the Transvaal for monsoon moments in vestibules of maharajas turnstiles in South Africa under a mango tree in India ricocheting in global rumbles for peace and non-violence and as the wind whispers in a stormy weather where wars create bedrocks for sleepless journeys I clasp my hands in solemn gesture as if it were the beginning of the end namaste, Gandhiji

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/namaste-gandhiji/

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/mahatma-gandhi-leonard-dabydeen

 

Gandhiji, Namaste

I shouted when I heard the shot rang out his frail hands in solemn prayer, hey Ram. Today I mark his final ‘Namaste’ satyagraha no more fight ending war.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gandhiji-namaste/

http://poemllst.com/?mode=poem&id=364654

Let Us Narrate A Prayer

(Sleep)

I find it difficult to decipher What trust I should lay Upon my feathered pillow, Just before day closes Its winded shutters To night’s rhapsody Of melodious sounds. Night heralds the end Of a beautiful sunlight day’s orange gleam With twilight hues – So much kaleidoscopic radiance! And silently spread Wings of cool, caressing ambiance To let sheep gather For a night’s prayer, To let the cows moo Before repose for one last fodder of hay, While chickens take their spot On racks in a coop, And horses are blessed with one last visit From their patron stable ranger. So when I attempt To choreograph my thoughts In a ballet stance Like a ballerina in full ecstasy And close my eyes to sleep, I pray for a dream Of sweet endearment That our world will no longer Make more wars to fret each nation. Rather as Gandhi would acclaim We must seek peace and purity of mind: So join me to nurture this sleep For a peaceful and progressive world., Let us narrate a prayer.

 

http://poemllst.com/?mode=poem&id=364691

 

(Author: Leonard Dabydeen: Searching For You, A Collection of Tetractys and Fibonacci Poems, Xlibris Publications, 2015)

 

# 88

Each Man’s Struggle

 

There

always

will be hope

like calcined dreams

each man’s struggle is another man’s hope.

 

# 89

Fight Your Way

 

Fight

your way

to freedom

like Gandhiji

make no prison walls block your hopes and dreams.

 

 

 

AN EYE FOR AN EYE MAKES THE WHOLE WORLD BLIND…

 

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/john-dear/an-eye-for-an-eye-makes-t_b_8647348.html

Our topic was “Living Nonviolence, with Jesus, Gandhi and King.” I had been planning it for months. Many of us around the world believe with Mahatma Gandhi and Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., that nonviolence is the world’s only hope, the world’s only solution to insane violence, the world’s best pathway toward peace. As we heard the news from Paris, we turned again to the ancient teachings of nonviolence, and spent the weekend trying to deepen our own nonviolence so we could do our part to hasten a more nonviolent world.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-rUsdhwRqc

 

 

MY BOOK REVIEW: MOHANDAS K. GANDHI, Thoughts, Words, Deeds …

 

https://ldabydeen.wordpress.com/2012/06/

 

Gandhiji, Namaste

I shouted when I heard the shot rang out his frail hands in solemn prayer, hey Ram. Today I mark his final ‘Namaste’ satyagraha no more fight ending war.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gandhiji-namaste/

http://poemllst.com/?mode=poem&id=364654 

 

 

http://poemllst.com/?mode=poem&id=364691

 

(Author: Leonard Dabydeen: Searching For You, A Collection of Tetractys and Fibonacci Poems, Xlibris Publications, 2015)

 

 

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/john-dear/an-eye-for-an-eye-makes-t_b_8647348.html

 

 

 

THE SOCIETY OF CLASSICAL POETS

September 26, 2017

A BIRTHDAY PRESENTATION FOR WILLIAM F.E. MORLEY

http://classicalpoets.org/book-review-groans-from-old-bones-by-william-f-e-morley-1920/

 

JUST OLD BONES

September 9, 2017

Just Old Bones

By Leonard Dabydeen -July 14 2016

[For William F.E. Morley – 1920 – present]

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Author: GROANS FROM OLD BONES (2016)

A notch short of Byron

so amusing

entertaining to the core:

mind, body, and soul

walking you through archives and enclaves

jotting a memory here, there, everywhere

his amusement lingers

like perfume fragrances

in the botany of life

you desire to sit with him

watch him prancing

laugh a little from the heart

like Richardson’s Tecumseh

watch him bow a little

craving thoughts how to rhyme

uncaring about fetter of time

hear a little groan

a sombre tone

a witty smile

age matters for a while

ecstatic his life be known

deep in his old bone.

 

 

BOOK: GROANS FROM OLD BONES by William F.E. Morley

September 9, 2017

*Click to read this book

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Author: William F.E. Morley

BOOK: SEARCHING FOR YOU, A Collection of Tetractys & Fibonacci Poems

August 30, 2017

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*Click on this PDF to read the book.

SEARCHING FOR YOU 9781514409749 E BOOK PDF

 

https://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2015/11/15/book-searching-for-you-a-collection-of-tetractys-fibonacci-poems-by-leonard-Dabydeen/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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