The Burning Leaves, November

Burning Leaves, November

THESE are the folios of April,
All the library of spring,
Missals gilt and rubricated
With the frost's illumining.

Ruthless, we destroy these treasures,
Set the torch with hand profane-
Gone, like Alexandrian vellums,
Like the books of burnt Louvain!

Yet these classics are immortal:
O collectors, have no fear,
For the publisher will issue
New editions every year. 

Christopher Morley

Politico's Oration

Politico's oration in the stage,

Flows like a lake.

His notions,I found it difficult gauge,

Now I realize,everything is fake.

-M Rezvie Omerdeen

 36/19, Harribon Jones' Road,

 Matale.

 Sri Lanka

 30th October 2013

The Flowers in My Garden

The Flowers in My Garden

The flowers in my garden
I see them everyday.
As soft as wool
And as sweet as me.
I feel the smoothness
When I touch the petals.
And the smell of its aroma
Around my garden
I really like.
What a lovely sight it is
When the flowers bloom.

Fathima Fazna Fazikeen
Grade 8 D
Amina Girls' School
Matale
Sri Lanka
22nd October 2013

My Noble Teacher

My noble teacher,
An outstanding guru
And a pleasant lady,
You are.
You taught me alphabets
And good rhymes.
You improved
My reading
And my writing style.
My noble teacher
You instructed me,
How to play games.
And above all
You taught me
Good manners.

Fathima Fazna Fazikeen
Grade 8 D
Amina Girls' National School,
Matale.
Sri Lanka.
21st October 2013

The Sky and The Blue Sea

The blue sky
And the blue sea,
Touching each other,
At night and day.

The endless sea-wave
And the sea-shore,
Kissing each other,
Every now and then.

-M Rezvie Omerdeen
 36/19, Harrison Jones' Road,
 Matale.
 Sri Lanka
 9th October 2013

Hope

Hope!

Hope is a bird 
With wonderful feathers 
Sits on the boughs of the soul 
And sings the song of how to be remain alive

It sings when the dream breaks
It sings when overturn the ships
You are at the bottom and
Far away is the beach
At that time it teaches you
How to ride from bottom to top
How to swim to reach to the beach
How to rebuild the broken wings of your dream

Then you get an energy inform of a wind in the tune
To be alive strongly better than before
And it will continue to sing till you want to listen.
By Abdul Wahab

April Shower

Children splash and shout in it;
Pretty flowers sprout in it;
Reservoirs revive in it;
Farmlands come alive in it;
Umbrella-makers cheer in it;
And taxis disappear in it.

-Gloria Lawrence in The Wall Street Journal
 "Toward More Picturesque Speech"
 Raeder's Digest April 1976

Election Day

Election Day

Warm sun, quiet air
an old man sits 
in the doorway of
a broken house— 
boards for windows
plaster falling 
from between the stones
and strokes the head 
of a spotted dog

—William Carlos Williams

Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket

Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness. 
Man is a curious brute — he pets his fancies —
Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury.
So he will be, tho’ law be clear as crystal,
Tho’ all men plan to live in harmony. 
Come, let us vote against our human nature,
Crying to God in all the polling places
To heal our everlasting sinfulness
And make us sages with transfigured faces.

—Vachel Lindsay

The Poor voter on Election Day

The Poor Voter on Election Day

The proudest now is but my peer,
The highest not more high;
To-day, of all the weary year,
A king of men am I.
To-day alike are great and small,
The nameless and the known
My palace is the people’s hall,
The ballot-box my throne! 
Who serves to-day upon the list
Beside the served shall stand;
Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,
The gloved and dainty hand!
The rich is level with the poor,
The weak is strong to-day;
And sleekest broadcloth counts no more
Than homespun frock of gray. 
To-day let pomp and vain pretense
My stubborn right abide;
I set a plain man’s common sense
Against the pedant’s pride.
To-day shall simple manhood try
The strength of gold and land
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand! 
While there’s a grief to seek redress,
Or balance to adjust,
Where weighs our living manhood less
Than Mammon’s vilest dust, —
While there’s a right to need my vote
A wrong to sweep away,
Up! clouted knee and ragged coat!
A man’s a man to-day!

—John Greenleaf Whittier

Roti Kapda aur Makan (Food,Cloth and Shelter)

Basic necessities
Of man,
Roti Kapda aur Makan
Food,cloth and shelter.
-M Rezvie Omerdeen
 36/19, Harrison Jones's Road,
 Matale
 Sri Lanka

My Expections

My expectations:

Justice,

For one and all.

Freedom,

In all respects.

Peace,

By all means.

Equality,

To all intents.

Etiquette,

With a sound character.

Punctuality,

With a perfect personality.

-M Rezvie Omerdeen

 36/19, Harrison Jones' Road,

 Matale.

 Sri Lanka

 22nd July 2013

Daphne’s Plea - by Jane Ellen

Help me, Father! Open the earth 
to enclose me, or change my form.

I refuse to trade my woodlands
for the tomb of a marriage house.

Don’t speak to me of grandchildren!

Bobolinks sing lullabies sweeter than I
who would rather romp barefoot
with the rabbit and the red fox

than be cracked open like a mollusk 
to let Apollo in. These hips 
were not meant to dandle babies.

Keep me safe, Father,
from the hard wants of a man.

If I must be rooted, plant my feet
in rich soil, let my womanly flesh
harden to bark, and let my limbs, 

robust in sleeves of evergreen, 
keep reaching for the sun.

WW2 RAF PHOTOS of M M OMERDEEN

M M OMERDEEN  one of 15  selected to serve for RAF in UK during WW2

It is Difficult

It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past.
- Mel Tobias in Taipan, Manila

How Philosophic You are

Broad smile,
Shows, how innocent you are,

Course o'conduct,
Reveals, what a gentleman you are.

Pleasant expression,
Indicates, how sensitive you are.

Good will,
Teaches, what a philanthropist you are.

Learned appearance,
Confirms, how philosophic you are
.
Tender touch,
Specifies, what a parent you are.

-M Rezvie Omerdeen
 Harrison Jones' Road
 Matale
 Sri Lanka.
 16th May 2013

Sadism

When the parrot
Was about to fly,
The feathers were broken
By a sadist.

When the peacock
Was about to dance,
The legs were injured
By an evildoer.

When the nightingale
Was humming rhythmically,
The melody was interrupted
By a maniac.

When the sculptor
Was carving a statue,
The figure was ruined
By a vandal.

M Rezvie Omerdeen,
Harrison Joness' Road
Matale
Sri Lanka
Tuesday 7th May 2013
 

Life

Life

Life;
Life is something that is unknown
Life is something that is yet to be shown
Life is planned by the decisions we make
Life is made by the things we fake
Life is a thing that cannot be explained
Life has still a while to be made
Life is influenced by the people on t.v
Life is inspired by the people we see
Life is about the friends we meet
Life is about the friends we keep
Life is filled with friends and family
Life is to be taken very carefully
Life is about the people we left
Life is about the grief caused by death
Life is not a stream of qualifications
Life is an experience to take in consideration
Life may be made by school
Life may not always be cool
Life has bad times that create pain
Life has good times that won't be forgotten
Life will always start from the bottom. 

Kiara Weeks

Poem on friendship

“Friendship openly persuades our minds

To do the right thing

And secretly convinces our hearts

To become the right person.”

- Sri Chinmoy

Unspoken Language

Why should I learn
A language,
Which is not spoken
By anybody.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
Harrison Jones Rd
Matale
Sri Lanka

Everything, We Come Across

Everything, we come across,
Either good or bad,

Whatever we see

Either pretty or ugly,

Has to come

To an end.

~ M Rezvie Omerdeen

Matale,

Sri Lanka.

14th March 2013