To kill two birds with one stone!

in hive-107855 •  11 months ago  (edited)

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Crossing bridges across the borders

While I understand that

These borders emerge, a geographic acclaim!
Lines on the map are a sovereignty's frame,
Where governance thrives in a designated space.
Culture has to flourish, ethnicity takes its place.

But why?

Diplomatic decisions - have to be a tale of deride,
Where unity fails, and factions are in divide.
Causes hurt, pain; breaks bond, shreds apart,
Politics, partisan; a divisive, a tearing art,

However

The rivers weave through unmarked grace,
The winds flow, they don’t follow the maze,
Birds ascend, oblivious, unrestrained, free,
Untamed, unbridled, unshackled - in spree.

Isn't it funny?

Even the bugs are impartial in their quest,
They don’t discriminate, they can’t pretest,
Yet humans fight, defend, and strive,
For borders drawn that claim their lives.

Remember?

When COVID, an unseen disease, infiltrated the air,
Borders crumbled, revealing the world's despair.
A virus, a microscopic warrior, knew no divide,
Infecting all, regardless of where they reside.

And then

In the quest for vaccines, a global symphony,
Geography forgotten, united melody.
Under one umbrella, they stand, hand in hand,
Irrespective of origin, a united band.

So is it inevitable?

Yet, must we await another calamity's kiss,
To bind hearts and hands in shared bliss?
Let not tragedy be our only guide,
In kindness and solidarity, let us confide.

Ever pondered?

Who waves the wand that marks the ground?
Dividing lives, creating bounds profound?
In a stand-still dance, they swing and sway,
Despised love make us want to betray!!!

And

As @bambuka says people die for metal,
He concluded my debate of war in a nutshell,
We are puppets in the hand of puppeteers,
We will suffer at the hands of musketeers.

Finally

Please excuse me, for I choose to differ,
You're all witnesses to my unconventional niffer.
As I shared the recipe of my unique-st cold cake,
It ended up “Lukullus” in Teutonic by @weisser-rabe!

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If you have read this far, then there are two things you might be pondering: what the hell does the topic of this poem have to do with its contents, and secondly, why have I mentioned these two people in my poem? So, here is the context. This poem is, in fact, the culmination of some of my previous interactions with these users here.

Regarding the mismatched title and it's contents, the admin of this group has initiated two very different prompts in two separate calls. I wanted to participate in both; hence the title i.e; killing two birds with one stone. One is the keyword Borders and the other is the use of two figures of speech, pleonasm and oxymoron in prose or poem. I thought it would be interesting if I combined all these three elements in one post. Little did I know that I would be glued to my laptop for 5 hours straight after making four batches of pizza. It proved to be more difficult than I thought. But in the end, I am so happy that I did it. I have achieved a milestone in my writing, albeit a teeny-tiny one.

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Universal dusky sunsets

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I wish I could share a cup of this coolest hot latte with you to subside the effects of this frosty winters

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Heh... I don't remember mentioning the Musketeers (not my heroes) but it could be))

People didn't invent borders. All predators have territories divided (wolves, lions, finally). Any group of social animals knows their territory. It's just that people were given great good and great evil - they were given consciousness. And people learned how to drive stakes at the borders first, then plow furrows, put fences (and further down the list).

Having learned how to draw maps, people have learned how to draw borders on them. Unfortunately, having gained consciousness, people remained primitive predators. And these are easy to control (hello to the puppeteers).

Having received consciousness as a gift, we are playing increasingly tricky games. "The whole life is a game, women, men are all actors in it... and everyone plays more than one role" - this is not a literal quote from Shakespeare, but the meaning is as follows.

We played too much :)

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Хех... я не помню, чтобы упоминал мушкетёров (не мои герои) но всё может быть))

Не люди придумали границы. У любых хищников территории поделены (волки, львы, наконец). Любые группы социальных животных знают свою территорию. Просто людям дали великое благо и великое зло - им дали сознание. И люди научились сначала вбивать колья на границах, потом пахать борозды, ставить заборы (и далее по списку).

Научившись рисовать карты, люди научились рисовать на них границы. К сожалению, получив сознание люди остались примитивными хищниками. А такими легко управлять (привет кукловодам).

Получив в дар сознание, мы ведём всё более хитрые игры. "Вся жизнь игра, в ней женщины, мужчины - все актёры... и каждый не одну играет роль" - это не дословная цитата Шекспира, но смысл таков.

Мы слишком заигрались :)

As bambuka says people die for metal,
He concluded my debate of war in a nutshell,

This was the reference.

I added 'musketeers' for the beauty of it :)

And once again you have so eloquently provided an interesting perspective to my poem. I can't help but agree.

I would just add to this:

We played too much :)

We are being played too much (I know what you meant by we)

The societal structures, external forces, or those in positions of power are orchestrating situations that impact people's lives, in ways that aren't always transparent or beneficial.

Those who play with us are actually dolls in more skillful hands.
We don't know the history of the Earth or even its structure.
We don't know the reality.
I suspect we don't know anything.
And what we consider to be our knowledge... how easy it is to inspire a person with any thought...🤣 😂😅
We sleep and have a wonderful dream. At the same time, some have nightmares, and some have exciting trips. It all depends on the characteristics of the energy that they want to get from each ...)))
Matrix.

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Те, кто играет нами, на самом деле куклы в более искусных руках.
Мы не знаем историю Земли и даже её строение.
Мы не знаем реальность.
Я подозреваю, что мы ничего не знаем.
А то, что считаем своим знанием... как просто внушить человеку любую мысль...🤣 😂😅
Мы спим и видим чудный сон. При этом, некоторым снятся кошмары, а кому-то увлекательные путешествия. Всё зависит от характеристик энергии, которую хотят получить с каждого... )))
Матрица.

We don't know the history of the Earth or even its structure.
We don't know the reality.

Let's find the Shakespeare's Phoenix:

Truth may seem but cannot be;
Beauty brag but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

The Phoenix And The Turtle by William Shakespeare

Truth and beauty buried be.

While I'm not watching the repair crew for the urn ...))
The world is designed so that someone owes these jobs... to pay

Thanks for getting what I said. Really appreciate it.

In the garden of thanks, where understanding grew,
A word of gratitude, heartfelt and true.

Maan

🙏 :)

Well, now I know for sure that you are an extraordinary master of words. I would not be able to write a poem in English even in 5 hours.

Regarding the content of the poem. People behave at the international level in the same way as at the interpersonal level. Humanity has existed for several million years, it has evolved. Have they stopped fighting and killing each other at home, at work, in dark corners? Have we really evolved?

There will always be someone who wants to live peacefully. There will always be someone who will take advantage of the fact that someone wants peace and remains unarmed.

Thank you so much for your appreciation.
Did you notice the use of pleonasms and oxymorons? In the poem and in the subs of pictures?
I clicked these photos randomly yesterday and they went so well with this poem.

You mean something like:

coolest hot latte

Yes, that's why I said you're a master of words :)

I knew you were good with words but this good !!!???

This is an exceptional piece. How long it took you to compose it?

I can't write something like this in a year. 😁

Little did I know that I would be glued to my laptop for 5 hours straight

And then an hour or so for formatting, uploading pictures etc ...

Thank you so much for gracing my post with your presence ☺️
I want to see more of you,
Gear up already girl 😎

Getting in the mood by finally trying to resolve my laptop's issues. No luck since morning though.

Same here!
My laptop gave me a headache...
It's in a mood since last night.
Cx out my latest post... Wrote on mobile...
And it disappeared just before uploading.

Abhi csd jana hey, phir darzan k paas, shami bhi bnanay, mixture is ready but not the tikkiyan:) ye roman kisi ko samagh nai aye gee.... Lol

I love it! Every word and your way of weaving and interweaving them. My hat is off to you, master! So glad you found your way to us... ;-))

Thank you so much for your appreciation; it means a lot to me.

Regarding the hat, it suits you in every way. I may not be skilled enough as a magician like you yet :))

So glad you found your way to us...

The pleasure is all mine.

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Gracias

This made me curious as to the list of books that you have been reading. This is really cool. :)))

Thank you so much.
I read a variety of books.
I'm more of an extensive reader rather than an intensive one. I read all kind of blogs here and there. It helps give me a broader perspective.
I'm so very glad that you liked my poem.