Best Culture Poems

Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blows a scratchy sound.
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Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
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How advanced they are, these children of the future,
Like small adults, within their tiny frames,
They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture,
Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games,
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The green village, the colored city, the ever familiar locality
Each path, tree, house, turn, each native I have left behind
But creepers, hedges have entangled with my leg and hand
The green crops fields, green hills, fruit trees, call me back,
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The unknown singing bird sang
Several songs for some years;
The songs of the singing bird
Soon created news and history!
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Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,
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Can rules or tutors educate
The semigod whom we await?
He must be musical,
Tremulous, impressional,
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It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw,
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.
Their knickers are made of crepe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python,
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with head of bison.
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My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.
Into the color gray I dip the brush
and draw a square with locks and bars.
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Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
Singing together.
Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes
Each in its tether
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Portate bien,
behave yourself you always said to me.
I behaved myself
when others were warm in winter
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~ Cell ~ Soul ~ Culture ~ [1+26 words poetry]
Ms. Nivedita
UK.
21 November 2012
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I was a part of your body for two hundred and eighty days
A full time parasite sucking away all your blood.
Causing numerous ailments, tension, stress and strain
Despite all these you didn't feel a bit of hatred for me mom?
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Honor to woman! To her it is given
To garden the earth with the roses of heaven!
All blessed, she linketh the loves in their choir
In the veil of the graces her beauty concealing,
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Poem Hunter you are really a pretty queen,
You are ruler we are people we are tween.

Gene of poetry you inherit for generation,
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It takes a lot of a person's life
To be French, or English, or American
Or Italian. And to be at any age. To live at any certain time.
The Polish-born resident of Manhattan is not merely a representative of
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Thin is in, thin is in
Bodies like paper, thin as fin
Thin as pencil, anemic skin
Portfolio of ribs, crying within
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The great poets are who spontaneously write their time
Their nature, environs, climate they live in;
Their lifestyles, feelings, manners, behaviors
To themselves, to servants and to all others;
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All of the Indians must have tragic features: tragic noses, eyes, and arms.
Their hands and fingers must be tragic when they reach for tragic food.

The hero must be a half-breed, half white and half Indian, preferably
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Home, for my heart still calls me;
Home, through the danger zone;
Home, whatever befalls me,
I will sail again to my own!
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Why do you think you're better
If your culture is not the same?
Yes, maybe you seem different
But deep inside all are the same.
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I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,
if only in some happy future I am born a herd-boy in the Brinda
forest.
The herd-boy who grazes his cattle sitting under the banyan
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I encountered a question from Naija girl
”what I am doing in Niaja ‘
taken a back for while but replied
'any thing wrong dear to be on Naijapal'
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Trust yourself and have faith in you
Bullies can't hurt you, they are few!
Why fear! Be smart and take my note
Nobody ever sees you when you vote!
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From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
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I see the Third coming on the Road,
Finding no answer of Second on the Board.
Road is full of Lust and Dust in this Land,
Yes, yes I want to get out of this Wasteland.
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They were indeed simple people
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE they did have
the people of the east
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"As certain also of your own poets have said"--
(Acts 17.28)
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea
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I loathed you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you,
I was ashamed of you. I despised you
As the place of my nativity.
And there in Rome, among the artists,
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I have never been to Africa
I have only seen programs on TV

Verdant jungles teeming with wildlife
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To go home and wear shorts forever
in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate,
adding a sweater when winter soaks the grass,
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Let me not play tuneless in today's time,
Some purists sure get praised as Gandhian,
Yet, crass nevertheless is no more crime,
Old values are hailed may be in heaven.
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"What should such fellows as I do,
Crawling between earth and heaven?"
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And this was a civilization
That came to nothing--he spurned with his toe
The slave-coloured dust. We breathed it in
Thankfully, oxygen to our culture.
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How shall a generation know its story
If it will know no other? When, among
The scoffers at the Institute, Pasteur
Heard one deny the cause of child-birth fever,
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To-day the woods are trembling through and through
With shimmering forms, that flash before my view,
Then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue.
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
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(dedicated to people who love sports)

citius
altius
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As a sparkling Diamond among the nations
India stands beautifully in shape and size
On the Map of the World attracting all!
For, India, the land of beauty and greatness
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Inscribed to W.H. Channing


Though loath to grieve
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I believe that a young woman
Is standing in a circle of lions
In the other side of the sky.
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Since I stroll in the woods more often
than on this frequented path, it's usually
trees I observe; but among fellow humans
what I like best is to see an old woman
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It‘s crazy to think one could describe them—
Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears—
As though they were all alike any more
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Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,
We stumbled on a stationary voice,
And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' I.
'The second two: they wait,' he said, 'pass on;
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Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused
With rain, where thick the crocus blows,
Past the dark forges long disused,
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My voice rings out, this time, from Damascus
It rings out from the house of my mother and father
In Sham. The geography of my body changes.
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Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods.
She began looking in the sky
—expecting a large white angel with a blue crotch.
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Why don’t you hurt me again?
If that helps you to position regain
Either way it has to be somebody’s gain
Concern and worry should not remain
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.... had been created!

In the culture
by rituals
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Had you ever experienced sitting in a place
with lots of people in this space
waiting?
Patiently waiting?
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two banks of the Thames
shares history and culture
past meets the present
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We are running against the time and the dates,
Clock keeps reminding three aspects of life,
Age, emotions and gains,
Age settings are default, it will always increase.
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The great poet the lover the mystic
Who wrote recipes for the broken hearts
Spake of the rubies jewels of Bagram
The curvaceous beauties from India
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I'm grateful for the loving people who make me feel so glad
I'm grateful for nurses and doctors when I'm feeling bad
I'm grateful for my family and friends who cheer me when I'm blue
I'm grateful for old Ireland and for our culture too
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We were a people taut for war; the hills
Were no harder, the thin grass
Clothed them more warmly than the coarse
Shirts our small bones.
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O Federico García Lorca! O Alessandro Manzoni!
Welcome to the victorious month
Month for all heroes
Heroes of the word
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In a poet's book,
Poetry is king.
Poems of hope,
Are revealed within
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THIS mighty empire hath but feet of clay:
Of all its ancient chivalry and might
Our little island is forsaken quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
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I am a Syrian and i'm proud
In this country people still have a heart.
Still their values are their guides
Although all the world have unreasonable hateful reaction against us
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We are accused of terrorism:
if we defended rose and woman
and the mighty verse ...
and the blueness of sky ...
A dominion .. nothing left therein...
No water, no air ..
No tent, no camel,
and not even dark Arabica coffee!!
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They say I have colours,
Patches of black and white,
I'm fine with them,
Invisibly problem free,
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LOUGH, vessel, plough the British main,
Seek the free ocean's wider plain;
Leave English scenes and English skies,
Unbind, dissever English ties;
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To the bridge builders the viaduct is a mid-air
trustiest monument letting itself be a conduit
of connectivity for passing carrier of traffic,
beyond earth attachment.Rooted in infinity, its
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A TRUE CONFESSION!

‘This world is never the same dear Lord,
Which you had created in just seven days;
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According to Culture Shock:
A Guide to Customs and Etiquette
of Filipinos, when my husband says yes,
he could also mean one of the following:
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India is our beautiful country
Her presence is in South Asia,
Along with the neighbouring countries
She has peaceful relationship.
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Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day
Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun
Up to the people: thither flocked at noon
His tenants, wife and child, and thither half
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Though loth to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My buried thought
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This land of ours has a hoary culture
Fell into the hands of a hungry vulture
Lost its glory to be retrieved in future
Registered freedom without much of a rupture!
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Deep within the chasm,
Lives the man without a name -
He’s come to represent
The secrets hidden in -
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(dedicated to L'arc en ciel, a great rock band from Japan)

ashita e mirai e
hito kakera no ai wo
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The day’s newspaper shook my heart.
I can only shed a tear on my part.
A heartless father shot his daughter.
It was like an animal slaughter.
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PART I

On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
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A poet's page,
A poet's age,
With the passage of time;
Going along with your luggage,
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Respected poetess madam
Legend Star (किंवदंती सितारा)Valsa George

[Note: This review letter is World Poetry Day Special Comprehensive Review published on date 21st March 2019 and Gift given on Occasion of Happy Holi Celebration for date 22nd March 2019]
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We are all just
Just here looking all around
Around the world, we have come
Come to a land
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April is the cruellest month,
Infalliably all the 12 months.
Traditionally demise, spritually feeble,
Materially firm and culturally parched.
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They are mentioned in the Rig Veda and Soma Mandala,
Which is a praise with some energizing qualities,
An old ritual of drink and an asthma treatment.
Moreover, we find these sacrifices in the Persian culture.
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Spinning eyes, pretty lips,
Golden strip
Presence sign of purity,
In the Closest of divinity,
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IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
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Breathless
Where apartheid
Kills the rights of human
Loveless life where practice hatred
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(to Sumit Chakrabarty)
India is not just India, even from before I was born,
India has been my history.
My history, carved into two by daggers of animosity and hatred, running breathlessly towards uncertain possibilities,
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Treasure of wealth is kept in secret bank,
Various poets keep poems in row of rank.
Topics they cover over sad date and tank,
Love, life and nature further they thank. [1]
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Ye in the age gone by,
Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!--
And guided still the steps of happy men
In the light leading-strings of careless joy!
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ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
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The Danda Nata is introduced in my previous poem
Titled, 'Repertory Of The Danda Nata, '
The beauty you can gain from my next poem titled,
'Opera In The Danda Nata -Hinjili Sana Party, '
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A time's traveler poet travels and sees
Deep immense beauty in any sequence,
The Danda Nata of this year is explained
In short in my previous poem titled,
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She is Wonder Jasmine she is Tjan
Chan!
Sylvia Frances Chan she knows Gan
Plan!
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Then there was
The emergence of a species
The homo sapiens,
Who made all the differences.
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Fever burns the inner sanctum of the brain,
allowing an enormous strain among
the nerves within. To creep among the
vessels of ceremonious culture,
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Stand fast, Great Britain!
Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand
One in the faith that makes a mighty land,
True to the bond you gave and will not break
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It is spoken man is born equal and free
To a degree the world disagrees
Some foresee what others cannot see
Freedom is walking away with glee
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I AM A FILIPINO
Melvin Banggollay
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Different people, different place,
Different race, different face,
Far they live, Far they thrive,
Yet too close.....to remain alive,
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I prayed to God to send me a friend
Who had things in common with me
Someone who looks beyond here and now
Who lives life joyfully
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The country of mine
Which is better than fine
Comfort to survive rich through the nature
Reliable life is there with a beautiful culture
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Who was my teacher at Harvard. Did not wear overcoat
Saying to me as we walked across the Yard
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know not why we ran away from home lands,
know not how to fit in the new lands!

in the depths of our hearts still there must be a beat,
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wanksta

a one-line poem in itself;
a sociological truffle
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A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove,
I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to rove;
An' so I bought a ticket, jest as easy as could be,
From Pumpkinville in Idaho to Rome in Italy;
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