Migrated Culture – Nassy Fesharaki

In me there is something like blood
I brought in my heart after the flood
Next visit I searched, was not found
Sample of what I know deepen fond
Was removed and buried under mud
In me but it remains forever, is alive
The changes in old way, not in mind
Old is fresh till I live, in bones, heart.

Pop And Culture – Lawrence S. Pertillar

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There’s a peep on pop and culture,
With not a poop to stop.

They peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There is a peep on pop and culture,
Without a poop to stop.

Lady Gaga got that pop.
People peep on pop and culture.
Taylor Swift’s got Country Rock.
People peep on pop and culture.
And Kanye’s a social poppa.
People peep on pop and culture.
With Beyonce and Jay-Z,
Seen on top in magazines.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There’s a peep on pop and culture,
With no poop to stop.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There’s a peep on pop and culture,
With no poop to stop.

We feed on Beatles.
Those songs of Beatles.
We feed on Beatles.
And…
Prince is there with beats.
And Michael Jackson’s Pop is sweet.

We feed on Beatles.
Those songs of Beatles.
We feed on Beatles.
And Lady Gaga just rocks.

We feed on Beatles.
And they introduced this culture shock.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There’s a peep on pop and culture,
With not a poop to stop.

Sin Culture – Hasmukh Amathalal

Have no doubt
When we talk about
Death is certain
We want it to come without pain

Each soul has to depart
As we are part
Of the divine theory
And put in motion already

Whether you like it or not
The solution has to be sought
The life is to be spent in orderly manner
Not to side with evil or sin culture

You shall have choice
When raise voice
About your past and present
You acted as messenger sent from above

Such belief makes you carefree
You have no reason to worry
As each passenger has to get down
When the destination is already known

The death may knock
In the early morning when warned by cock
As raising alarm over the appearance of death God
To take you away and free from load

Culture Flowers – Lonnie Hicks

We’re all lashed
to Cultural Helms
besodden
ingrained eyes
narrowed to squinty plane
seeing;
not seeing
only mine;
and not mine
blind.

Culture is the Gardener’s Death
who’s kind to only one flower;
other’s bloom in the garden darkened
by blindness over-powered.

Strain some may
against the mast
yet they most times
cultivate only their own gardens;
time and the past
cause other flowers
to bloom and wither
before our very countenance.

Tempted we may be
by soul’s desire
to look beyond the garden walls:
But few cannot,
but lift the spade
and plow the same furrows,
which etch our brow
contain our lives
until our death
we having known
only one garden flower:
grown beautifully
in straight
and narrow furrows.

A few sometimes
smell other blooms
thereby open up
genius
which is
simply
being willing
to sip and know
Not Like We-Ness.

Art And Culture – Edward Kofi Louis

Art and culture,
Going my own way;
With my imagination,
With my style,
With my innovation,
With my works,
With my words,
With my mind,
Respecting my culture!
And, touching the world with my muse.
Art and culture!
The mus eof life;
With the ways of nature,
Resting on mankind,
In every land.
My imgination!
My nation;
The place of my birth,
With my works to the world.