Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian
Song To Dream
HAIKU: LET THE TRUTH BE TOLD
An Acrostic “HEROS” Limerick
After watching more news on television than I ever have in my life, I am appalled at how politics and political figures are dealing, or not dealing, with the pandemic in such self-serving ways. There have been some exceptions who have demonstrated decisive leadership, and, unfortunately, the news focuses on those that haven’t. But what we have seen everyday is the exceptional courage and determination of the actual boots-on-the-ground frontline “soldiers” battling the pandemic every minute of every day. They are and will be remembered as the real HEROS
Memory
Memory is the not-quite-living museum of our lives, and dusty.
You’re not sentenced to remain what you already are.
You may change, grow and split the hardened
carapace of a self that no longer fits,
and like the seven-year locust,
climb high into a tree and
claim your rebirth.
But first comes
mere courage
and risk.
Passion, Courage, Choice
I have chosen to seek
each day the path of courage
and passion.
I fail, often.
I don’t
say this with bravado,
because I do not feel brave.
If I could choose something
easier, I would.
It never gets easier.
But to make the choice each day,
Each minute, to turn and
face the sadness and suffering,
of the world; the pain and joy,
each on it’s own terms
and not be defeated by it—
that is something that
must be chosen again,
and again, and again.
It is the job of poetry.
No compromises.
It is not a choice of pleasant fictions,
a diversion of entertaining nothingness;
nor like the fog of opium that
leaves us still breathing,
but dead.
Each night, darkness does not fall.
That is the wrong image.
Rather, when the earth spins away
from the sun, it rises up from the deep places
of the earth and the oceans, from
the caverns and the bottom of rivers and lakes and seas.
A deep exhalation.
A time for alternatives.
LETTING GO
HAIKU: TEACHERS TAUGHT COURAGE
Make Me Believe
HAIKU: I LIVED WITH MY FEARS
Soldiers
HAIKU: LET THE TRUTH BE TOLD
HAIKU: IT TAKES REAL COURAGE
Courage (acrostic)
Everything, Moves
If something should happen you will overcome it.
Know that when you are told to be brave you are being asked to make a choice. Nothing will ever stop changing. That means you too. You will try to halt such things by connecting broad resemblances, and insist that truth is truth, like how a stone is a stone, and how a wing is a wing.
The River of Time
It Takes Courage
It takes courage to admit that the life you’re currently living isn’t making you any happier..
It takes courage to realise that your life is tailored to a size not your own..
It takes courage to notice that the path you’re walking through is not meant for you..
It takes courage to become aware that your inner values do not match the daily things you do..
It takes courage to finally stand up and admit that all the dreams you once had have fallen through..
Deliberations at my Window
Unusual Trepidation
He stood at a crossroad,
Where his reaction
At that moment
To the precarious situation,
Would decide the course
Of his life.
His instinct would
Make him do that
Which is predetermined,
But, something held
His usual response
This time.
Perhaps, an instant of satori,
A trice submerged in ponderation,
Had detained his action,
And brought an insight,
A realization.
If We Run Fast We will Stumble
Big Hawk and Little Bird
Big Hawk and Little Bird
I stopped to watch a majestic hawk circle a tree
Which stood fifty feet in front of me
Then something tiny caught my eye
A flash of feathers streaked through the sky.
His wings beat so fast they blurred
As he flew into the larger bird
That was at least four times the size
Of that frantic little guy.
The Devil’s Dance
The Devil’s Dance
Two armies were sent to war
Just to settle a score
By fools with crowns on their heads
Soon ten thousand men were dead.
In the middle of the fight
The bravest young knight
Raged, “Life has no chance
In this Devil’s Dance!
Only Death wins an unjust war!”
He flung his weapons down,
On the killing ground,
Uncurled his fist and took the great risk
Of extending his bloody hand.
The other man knew
He could cut him in two,
But sheathed the sword he bore.
That’s the fateful day when
Five thousand young men
Chose peace
And walked away.
With Love,
Russ
(C) Copyright 2016 Russ Towne
All Rights Reserved
Shattered In Time
It’s been a while since I posted something on here. All of my postings go on to Instagram these days. This one is also on Instagram. Hope you like it.
Shattered in time
Splinters of worn down memories
Disseminate across a frictionless fantasy
Of past and present and future
Back and forth
Forth and back