Epic Poems

YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
I'll show you that rhyming's as easy as lying,
If you'll listen to me while the art I unfold.
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Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
Did they hold ceremonies
to reverence the opening of buds?
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I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided, who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.
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I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
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His poems refuse
to mourn his passing, they
detach themselves from
books, magazines, wall hangings
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Was never form and never face
So sweet to SEYD as only grace
Which did not slumber like a stone,
But hovered gleaming and was gone.
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Dust in the winds
Shadows walking leaving trails
Eyes cocking navigate scents meddle the streets
Nightingale scans the sounds of thousands voices
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I THE DARK

In a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness
Four-faced Brahma broods.
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The arc of my brain reshaped for
The room to fill senses and madness
Acronyms and seduction amalgamated
Boundaries of essence essentials
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Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn,
reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
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The Sacrificing Of The Poor Heroes For The Independence (Epic)
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Either they would be independent or martyred they told
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The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
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Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been in need, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
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Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft,
Not for the people's praise;
Only because our goddess made us her own and laughed,
Claiming us all our days,
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When the investing darkness growls,
And deep reverberates to deep;
When keyhole whines and chimney howls,
And all the roofs and windows weep;
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I
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
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The patriots are generally seen
In loving country
Loving nation
Thinking bigger of both
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HUMAN SHIELD
the order of the day with every cadre
BATTLE FIELD
brought into the habitant world
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We women teach our little sons how wrong
And how ignoble blows are; school and church
Support our precepts and inoculate
The growing minds with thoughts of love and peace.
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I

What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
a new thing under the Sun?
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The Immortal Epics!

Early morning the cries of birds like Myna, parrots and crows
Led by single eagle give waking call to all having deep sleep;
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Keeping the holy epic book
On the unfolded wooden book stand
Finely crafted by the artisan
Sitting on a mat nearby
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if I am an ancient poet epic Homer blind
I will still be writing saga Iliad Odyssey fine

what lessons ancient were learned harp sung
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if child songs were epic 7

itsy little spider went up water spot, daown came rane and washe spier out up came the sun and dried the spider bruv
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Riveting.
Gut wrenching.
Sweat drenching.
Seat wetting.
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Unimaginative and Greedy Writers

Dr. Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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Hindu epic Bhagavad -Gita,
Believes in concept,
Of body and soul,
Body - macro object,
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The lines below are taken from Sri Aurobindo's epic poem Savitri- book I Canto Four- The Secret Knowledge.

Savitri is an epic spiritual poem written in Blank verse. It is based on a legend from Mahabharat an epic book of sanskrit translated in various languages. In 'Savitri', through Sri Aurobindo's vision it becomes a symbol of the human soul's spiritual destiny.
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Excessive pride was Duryadhana's downfall.
Excessive lust was Ravana's downfall.
Excessive gift was Bali's downfall.
Elixir in excess is poison in effect.
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Two sages and a poet
If rivers irrigate a country, poets irrigate the people. Poets are the rivers of metaphors that work on the genetics of the human race.

While Sindhu and Ganga were the centers of Indian culture, Valmiki and Vyasa were the sources of Indian culture. After the center of gravity shifted in Indian life from Sindhu to Ganga, that is, after the Vedic period expired, the new era of epic was opened by the great sage Valmiki. There are no references to the river Sindhu in Ramayana whereas there are innumerable references to Ganga indicting the river's exalted place among the sacred rivers of India.
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