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 Jun 2020
Dark n Beautiful
A mango is not only a fruit it’s represent the tropic
An image of memories, it organic taste
This represents the first bite to the last:
Tracing back to its originality,
Tropical warmth, which smooths the lips
The sweet, succulent taste is noticeable:

Somehow, the roots refuse to grow
In Brooklyn, amount the sandy earth
Where the suffering continues,

A mango tree will never rooted in Brooklyn.
The soil is useless and barren,
Seized with an impotent anger
Where the death toll rises daily
 Jun 2020
Dark n Beautiful
The forgotten essential workers
Who is seldom mention.
Who is so often belittle,
Porters,
Cooks,
Laundry workers
Dish-washers,
Elevator-repair men
Recreations,
Front Desk clerks
Certified Nurse’s Aide
Home health aide
Waiters,
God! Oh how hard we work!
Private’s aides

Now as we celebrate Juneteenth 19
Black lives matters, can we really be seen
After four hundred years of oppressions
Can we tossed back river of tears
we are in 2020 is this our commission?

We as Essential workers in your nursing homes
Being tested twice a week,
By your essential worker phlebotomist
Who puncture my vein with his cannula?
For the governor executives order
listen up you uncouth nurses who poke
The swab sticks deep into my nose.
Listen this quackery has to end!
Pandemic, politics, election strategy
We essential need more respect.
You with your white privileges, and your treats

(RE: PCR swabbing, week being on Wednesday and ends on Tuesday.
If you work 4 or more days you need to be swabbed 2x per week
In a 48hrs time frame, if not you will be taken off the schedule
You will be humiliated, said the Administrator  Mr. Sal
Because he is not a babysitter there to reminds you..
Said a non- professional white privileges)
as the city navigate the pandemic
moving on to injustices of systemic racism,
poverty, militarism and
a war economy:

Mr. Governor Cuomo: I cannot breathe..
I
Mr. Governor Cuomo: I cannot breathe
 Jun 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma
The wind dancers, green
Painted toes brown, dainty feet
Planted in the mud
Came across this word “wind dancers”
found it interesting and hence using the same  :)
 Jun 2020
silvervi
No, I don't know
What love is
At all.

I am wondering
And my soul
Is about to fall

What is love
Why is love
And why are we all?

Are these simply questions of a depressed mind?
Maybe.
But also of one that is trying to find

Reasons
To live and to feel and to love.
Again.
More
And more honestly than ever.

Searching is my current state.
It's rather stuck, but does vibrate
Uncomfortably under my ribs
Where the deepest of feelings should be

Instead I am mostly inhibiting my head
But I want to learn to change that
My body needs more of my attention
I need to connect
To reconnect I guess.

I noticed there is a big gap
Between my soul, my head, my body..
It is as if I am existing in parts.

Maybe it's true cause energy is divided
Maybe.

I don't really know much
My focus recently has been very shallow
I guess I lost other people's touch
The human connections with fellows

They matter. Society matters.
This is where love meets me
But rarely.

I did experience hate though
In groups.
No body came to save me

But that's over, isn't it?
Or do I still have to learn to trust?

Am I still so influenced by it?
That I'd rather deny myself
Than to accept
That someone might not like
Sth about me instead.

Why is it so bad?
How to get rid of this weird energy.
How to find a way to be finally free.
I am not even begging for materialistic freedom.
I just want to be able to decide
How my life is gonna be
Where I am gonna be
And in each and every moment
What is actually right for me?

I know I overstepped some boundaries
And I will overstep even more
There are boundaries I overstep unwillingly
And there's others that I knowingly ignore.
A human mind reflects...
 Jun 2020
Elizabeth Squires
the sun's beaming face
did smile upon the landscape
with a bright visage
 Jun 2020
james nordlund
Living hell escaped with vroom,
until the wheels stopped spinning 'round.

Dodged that bullet, a year too young for Vietnam.
Lived homeless to stop from growing that extra 4,

stop the shot-maker from throwing down,
down, down to the ground, nothing to be found.

Instead of Princeton, Columbia, 2 years minimum wage,
soul ripe for rage, but none could ground,

studies, between heaven, Earth, lost became find,
life's eternal river, Dharma's wheel run.

Spun though, life's circle's stymied spin done,
not a sip of backslider's wine.
Much like the words God, love, etc., hope is bally-hooed so much, yet, if we study it it’s simplicity of life in motion itself.  Does a toddler not have, or have hope?  No, they simply do their best, one foot following the other; especially with caring through to loving parent or rents.  If we choose to make believe we know instead of discerning we have to study anew, begin again, what is that; certainly not hope- no?  In our technocracies sociological programming of us to replace our humanity with exigency, etc., being the norm, we forget each word is a path of study; which serves to evolve us-  off by a millimeter, soon off by a mile.  Of course ‘departmentalization’ of life, out of us, etc.,  as well as all other machinations of convolutionaries, etc..  I know I say it a lot, yet, still, the intellect can't lead, for the life doesn't follow.  When we choose the life must follow our intellect's it's to our life's disadvantage, and, of course our intellect's as well.  "...We(e),...", succeeded to do our best last moment, latest hour and day, that's experiential knowledge that we'll do it again in the next moment, hour, day; call it hope or whatever, yet, it's experience- of the life, not the intellect.  We forget the elements, ‘let a smile be your ambassador’, etc.; luckily trees don’t forget how to be trees, and the importance of that to the world- or, we’d all already be dead from lack of oxygen, etc..  Thanx for all you All do, have a great day   :)   reality
 Jun 2020
Shiv Pratap Pal

We both performed the same Deeds
Committed the same Crime
Thus our Sins were also same

I was caught Red-Handed
You managed to Escape
My Bad-Luck Your Good-Luck

Only I was Prosecuted
I was made Accused
At last, I was convicted

Now I am facing the Punishment
You are free to enjoy the Life
Also free to commit a new Crime

I know my act was illegal  
I know your act was also illegal
You also know, your act was illegal

Who is the Sinner?
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