Aung San Suu Kyi Poems

Where the Peace, Suu kyi…? Aung San Suu Kyi You were the bird of peace of our mind… Now, we drive you away Out of the garden of peace of our heart Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother

Fingers printed on face they offered apologies for the mudslide after the typhoon standing on the mound of twisted bones; the state had the right to trample and extinguish a bright flame, a meteor, streak of dissent only the sect,

We live, we learn, We love, we care. In the process of learning, We make mistakes again and again. But then from these mistakes we learn again. In the journey of life, we fall, But then we rise Even if

There was once a minister who moved to San Francisco to pastor a little church. The name of that little church was Emmanuel which means “God with us”. There was an atmosphere about that little church that said to strangers

Running, running through the crowded San Isidro de El General town square, awash in punishing heat and light, and you just miss your bus, the only bus home, now 55 Kilometers stare you in the face. You buy a torta,

In a community deep in the Southern land of feed corn and cotton The more basic things of life are best treasured and unforgotten Newspapers and Radios, Jack Rocks and Jump Ropes, Pop Whips, Hide and Seek In child’s play,

It twitched on the day when clouds were born the day when the fool notion of gender, took a flight the poll was asked, changing lives to monstrosity … Are you a man, or a woman? a gay, a bisexual

Our lives are so filled with negatives that we often forget about the positives We have convinced ourselves that bad news sells, and good news is a side story at best As parents, we love our children dearly, but we

San Francisco Skyline Trembles and quakes with pinpricks of light, Throbbing multi-million galaxies of secret lives Ebbing and absorbing one another in the crisp California night Speeding towards the Mission in a rust bucket, Old Haggard hearse of jovial youth

Hi Daniel, There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would

From the streets of San Francisco in 1984 There came a stranger knocking on our door He was known by all in the neighbourhood His name was Reuben and he wanted food We gave him a meal and it was

A primordial fear takes over. These pathways are not reaching anywhere. I am leaving blank papers for you. This was dark matter, you start dying from birth. A fireball sails through you reaching for the shadow of the soul. The

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I’ve fallen in love with the poet In all its dimensions rippling across the pool of time, incarnate in its everything the rosy cheeked and wet lipped girl rattling existential verse over the clamor of a twelve car train, barreling

The man pushes the other man in a wheelchair Down a dreary Salford road, avoiding kerbs, talking Always talking, talking of nothing, talking of everything, What it takes and never gives back. The load. With wheels of fire and halos

How can I tell the tale of my little heart? Stuck snugly on the tip of my tongue, since long. Strengthen me; further delay may hurt her heart. Give me clues to confess, without prolonging. Even though we are so

The blood on the streets Homes broken apart Everyone shouting for the help of God The horn is blown And the Civilians and soldiers set their guns and weapons Bullets elevating through the air into the body Children crying in

To waste hours eliminates days smell those flowers hold that gaze to bite your tongue, sometimes is best forgive the young as they learn the rest To blindly go ignoring choice with volume low that inner voice To needlessly worry

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

South Atlantic an ancient and ominous death trap awaits unexpecting ships and planes and tonight it has claimed many lives again…well it is a mystery that most likely will remain unexplained buried deep in sin…however I have heard it’s the

We love, we laugh We dance, we remember Music is enough For us to engender Our ancestors’ wisdom Leading life for freedom After rebalance Of nature is back Our inherited glance The sacred walk Sustainability Living ability We carry on

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

Man is man’s foe, Woman is woman’s foe. But a child is a child’s pal. Innocent wins innocent – Knowledge defeats knowledge, Widens the gap between the wise men, Wrecking their heads, To satisfy their revenge! One that burns the

Birds chanting and flying, How beautiful it is to be free, Their propensity towards nature, Reminding me of how brave I used to be, Fearless, courageous and heroic, Floating in the clouds carefree, Memories taking over the miserable present, But

The plan was thought out, Execution nearly flawless, In and out of the bank, Two men so lawless. Tellers shook, guns drew, Security was a fill in, The managers off too, A day when no one could lose. Twenty seconds

Though words are cheap, and often said, By the tongue of fools, some are lead. In the darkness of night, they lay await, To guide the weak, to their fate. When they gain, their victims trust, Then they cause, their

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the

You look at me like I give a damn, I’m so sorry to disappoint, I think you forget just who I am, Quite frankly I don’t see the point. Why can’t you see I really don’t care, If you stay

I was aware My breath was not the same His presence sank in me such I feel him in every drop of rain Pain,anger and intense moments Life’s become a fast trail The destination is worthless now Journey my only

Wander through a forest Embrace its candid beauty Swing from the brawny branches of the robust trees, like an energetic child with an insatiable zest for existence. Marvel at the autumnal colors; poetic fodder for the Mind’s Eye. Build a

Everyday I get impregnated with a poem Words start shaping a form Every word opens a new world Words that sparkle with new meaning Everyday I feel morning sickness I know material does not easily accept the spirit’s patience and

Whirlpool of emotions spins… When u think . Who’s first choice u r… Is Solitude always an answer… When life just echos your chaios.. Among first words ever told.. A voice calls you ‘Amma’ … As though all my questions

Stealing stones from skinny faces snipers scratch the colors of a withered moon at night. It was anti-rape rally, the footsteps falling in unison, the blood running out of strange fruits and we topple the golden grass under the toes,

Prayers have a goal To reach the silence in your soul. Everyday I pray For a hopeful new day. How many times I pray Depends on how much I stray. Never too early in the day To kneel down and

When benevolent rain God showered his furious benevolence … …. life in a light flickered and died a sudden death!!! When scorched Earthlings pinned, prayed and got an ass and a frog married to sate the rain God.. He poured

I slept, but not in peace For I dreamt of us in another place Of you in a benzene bloom Twisted and stiff in the roiling plumes Of fiery dragons eating your flesh Sucking the breath From your lungs You

I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with

What is it? Why is it? Is it a desire of something wrong, something bad? Is it a desire of something we shouldn’t have. Why do we desire things we shouldn’t have? Who says we shouldn’t have have it? Who

Path taken, not the end, End taken, not a real road to travel, The path taken, not the best, Change the path, again, Darkness rings the bell again, The light from the lighthouse missing again, The caravan goes again, Path

in hired spring and naked thighs the eternal sorrow did not go, it was living in our memory under the gun of an unknown soldier. The mania had brought the overwhelming jeopardy of artificial smiles, the swords, and ropes and

When I was a little girl, wash day was always a big event. Grandma didn’t own a washer or dryer. She washed her clothes in a big cast iron wash pot. I remember that we had to get wood to