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Gravity and Center

I'm sorry I cannot say I love you when you say
you love me. The words, like moist fingers,
appear before me full of promise but then run away
to a narrow black room that is always dark,
where they are silent, elegant, like antique gold,
devouring the thing I feel. I want the force
of attraction to crush the force of repulsion
and my inner and outer worlds to pierce
one another, like a horse whipped by a man.
I don't want words to sever me from reality.
I don't want to need them. I want nothing
to reveal feeling but feeling—as in freedom,
or the knowledge of peace in a realm beyond,
or the sound of water poured in a bowl.







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Eating the Peach

Eating the peach, I feel like a murderer.
Time and darkness mean nothing to me,
moving forward and back with my white enameled teeth
and bloated tongue sating themselves on moist,
pulpy flesh. When I suck at the pit that resembles
a small mammal's skull, it erases all memory
of trouble and strife, of loneliness and the blindings
of erotic love, and of the blueprint of a world
in which man, hater of reason, cannot make
things right again. Eating the peach, I feel the long
wandering, my human hand—once fin and paw—
reaching through and across the allegory of Eden,
mud, boredom, and disease, to bees, solitude,
and a thousand hairs of grass blowing by chill waters.






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Motionless

If time could stand still, I’d freeze it here,
So you’d always hold me, close and near.
In your arms, where I’m meant to be,
Filled with the perfect love you’ve given me.

A bond so strong, a hold so tight,
To know you’re the one; my ‘Mr. Right’.
A blessing sent from up above,
In you I’ve found my one true love.

Our lives entwined to be as one,
Upon this journey we’ve just begun.
Where you and I will find no less,
Than eternal love and happiness.

- Kelley Saint






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"My mind wants to interpret
All my dreams.
My heart wants to love
All my dreams.
My soul wants to fulfil
All my dreams."


Sri Chinmoy






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I AM SMILING TODAY



Centuries of my totally
Forgotten hopes
Are reborn.
Therefore
I am smiling
Today.
My God is the witness;
My despair is the witness.
Centuries of my unconsciously
Sealed inner treasures
Are unsealed.
Therefore
I am dancing
Today.
My God is the witness;
My inner penury is the witness.




Sri Chinmoy






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My mind is crying pitifully
At the confusion-shore.
My heart is crying sleeplessly
At the frustration-shore.
My soul is smiling blissfully
At the perfection-shore.







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My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!
Smiling and smiling
You go before me.
Blessingfully and compassionately
You keep the path ready for me.
Yet my mind is so unmindful
And my heart is so ungrateful,
Alas, alas!
My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!







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Love is not a thing to understand.
Love is not a thing to feel.
Love is not a thing to give and receive.
Love is a thing only to become
And eternally be.

~









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Those who can live without love
Are not ready
For the world of aspiration.




The most effective medicine
Here on earth
Is love unconditional.

~

~









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No remedy for black hate?
Who says?
Just love
And love more,
That's all.

No remedy for helpless fear?
Who says?
Just love
And love more,
That's all.

No remedy for blind darkness?
Who says?
Just love
And love more,
That's all.

No remedy for lengthy bondage?
Who says?
Just love
And love more,
That's all.











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The hands of
Power
Are often destructive.
The hands of
Love
Are always creative.


Love the world
With your heart's dreams.
Serve the world
With your life's promises.











Sri Chinmoy






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Your mind has a flood of questions.
There is but one teacher
Who can answer them
Who is that teacher?
Your silence-loving heart.



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Let the sky
Become
Your teacher.
You will learn
How to serve.

Let the moon
Become
Your teacher.
You will learn
How to love.



Let the sun
Become
Your teacher.
You will learn
How to become.













Sri Chinmoy






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My poetry teacher taught me
How to cry.

My philosophy teacher taught me
How to dream.



My religion teacher taught me
How to bind life.



My yoga teacher taught me
How to find Love.



My liberation teacher taught me
How to create Peace.



~









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O teacher of Hope,
I know your name.
Your name is Faith.
O teacher of Faith,
I know your name.
Your name is God's Grace.
O teacher of God's Grace,
You have a special name.
Your name is God's Silence-Reality
Manifested on earth
For humanity's salvation-light











Sri Chinmoy






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Your mind has a flood of questions.
There is but one teacher
Who can answer them
Who is that teacher?
Your silence-loving heart.














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Hope is my mind's secret fear.
Hope is my heart's sacred courage.
Hope is my life's daring experience.
Hope is my soul's illumining success
And fulfilling progress.
Hope is my Lord's ascending Perfection
And my Lord's transcending Satisfaction.
















Sri Chinmoy






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Hope

Hope
Is kind.
Therefore
I mix with hope.
Hope
Is swift.
Therefore
I run with hope,
Hope
Is brave.
Therefore
I collect boundless strength
From hope.
Hope
Is sincere.
Therefore
I invite hope
To accompany me
To the Golden Shore.



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Hope

Hope, my pilot-star, hope
I have seen your face.
I have felt your heart.
Therefore
In ignorance-night
I shall no more grope.
Hope, my pilot-star, hope
You are humanity's peerless rope
For human souls to climb
God's transcendental height.




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Hope

Sweet is my hope.
Pure is the life of my hope.
With my sweet hope
I try to reach the higher worlds.
With my pure hope
I try to fathom my inner worlds.
But alas,
In neither way do I succeed.
I fail,
I miserably fail.


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Hope

O my hope,
Where are you?
Can you not see me
Inside the despair-grave?
O my hope,
Where are you?
Can you not grant me someday
The helmet of protection
And the crown of satisfaction?
Hope, my hope!







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Hope

Hope is not an idle term.
Hope is the reality that can and does reveal itself to us at God's choice hour.
To hope is to know the secret of achievement.









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Gratitude
Is at once
Beautiful
And
Fruitful.










Sri Chinmoy






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A Gratitude - Heart

A gratitude-heart
Is to discover on earth
A Heaven-delivered rose.





Sri Chinmoy






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Gratitude

Gratitude carries the message of Immortality
And enters into God's Heart
To see God's universal Satisfaction-Smile.






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My Gratitude Flames

Thorns die,

Roses live.

Hate dies,

Love lives.

Desire dies,

Aspiration lives.

The human in me dies,

The divine in me lives.

My gratitude-flames

In the Heart of God

Never shall die.

Eternally they breathe,

Eternally they sport,

Eternally they manifest

The Supreme,

My Supreme.









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My Gratitude Flames

Gratitude

In the life of aspiration and dedication

The gratitude-deer always runs the fastest,

Always achieves the most,

Always becomes the perfection-satisfaction

Of the highest

And

Most fulfilling and fulfilled

Supreme in us.

Gratitude is not a human achievement.

Gratitude is a divine treasure

Granted to us

By the inner Pilot within us,

The Absolute Supreme.



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My Gratitude Flames

Gratitude


A desiring man

Never gets tired of offering his gratitude

To his own efforts.

An aspiring man

Never gets tired of offering his gratitude

To his own faith.

A surrendered seeker

Never gets tired of offering his gratitude

To his Lord divine.

The Lord Supreme

Never gets tired of offering His Gratitude

To His infinite Compassion.




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My Inner Peace

My inner peace
Does not select anybody,
Does not reject anybody.
My inner peace
Always self-givingly projects itself.





Sri Chinmoy






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Peace

Peace is in
The fragrance-heart
Of my sleepless meditation.








Sri Chinmoy






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Peace I Feel Peace

I feel
In infinite measure
When my life becomes
The fragrance
Of my gratitude-heart.







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I Receive Peace

I receive peace
In abundant measure
When I take my mind
To fly with me
In my simplicity, sincerity,
Humility and purity-plane
In the Sky of God's Compassion,
Protection and Satisfaction









Sri Chinmoy






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Peace

Peace
Is not the fault-finder
Of the world.
Peace
Is the fault-mender
Of the world.












Sri Chinmoy






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Peace



Is the vision-beauty
Of ancient dawns.
Peace
Is the vision-dream-choice
Of modern noons.














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Compassion

Compassion, compassion.
My earth-compassion
Feeds my sacrifice-flames.
Compassion, compassion.
My Heaven-compassion
Feeds my satisfaction-sun.
Compassion, compassion.
My God-Compassion
Feeds my perfection-goal.




















Sri Chinmoy






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God’s Compassion Eye

God's Compassion-Eye
Makes me a millionaire.
My happiness-heart
Makes God a multi-millionaire.























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God’s Compassion Eye

God's Compassion-Eye
Makes me a millionaire.
My happiness-heart
Makes God a multi-millionaire.









Sri Chinmoy






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Gods's Compassion

God's blessingful Compassion
Is determined to end
Even the last vestige
Of human pride.











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Compassion - Eye

My Lord, connect my heart-wings
To Your Compassion-Eye-Light;
I shall fly and fly far beyond
The domain of ignorance-night.













Sri Chinmoy






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Compassion

Compassion is God’s Blessing-Light.
Compassion is God’s Concern-Height.
Compassion is God’s Oneness-Delight.



The searching mind will eventually receive God’s Blessing-Light.
The aspiring heart spontaneously feels God’s Concern-Height.
The self-giving life sleeplessly enjoys God’s Oneness-Delight.



Compassion is God’s Love-Intensity for a God-seeker.
Compassion is God’s Fondness-Immensity for a God-seeker.
Compassion is wisdom.
Wisdom embodies peace, birthless and deathless.
He who has peace has everything, both here on earth and there in Heaven.



Compassion is kindness unfathomable. Once a son of the great philosopher William James went to visit his uncle, the great writer Henry James. The uncle gave his nephew three pieces of advice that he felt would be of tremendous help to him: the first important thing in life is kindness; the second important thing in life is kindness; and the third important thing in life is kindness.

Compassion is at once the seed and fruit of self-education. And it is from self-education that we can offer our wisdom-light to mankind. Wisdom-light is a self-giving flame that slowly, steadily and unerringly grows into a God-becoming sun.



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Happiness

Happiness, happiness!
My dear friend, happiness,
My unparalleled friend, happiness!
You help me to defy death's existence.
You help me to purify sorrow's presence.
You help me to strengthen my weakness.
You help me to enlighten my strength.
You help me to see the face
Of promise-dawn.
You help me to feel the heart
Of satisfaction-moon.
You help me to lead
The human in me.
You help me to feed
The divine in me.
You help me to fulfil
The Supreme in me.
My Eternity's friend, happiness,
You were, you are
And you shall forever remain
My Eternity's only true friend.






Sri Chinmoy






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True Happiness

True happiness
Is not a mental hallucination.
True happiness
Is not a complacent feeling.
True happiness
Is the spontaneous feeling of joy
That comes from knowing
You are doing the right thing
And leading a divine life.







Sri Chinmoy






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Happiness

If we can cry with the human in us
When the human in us cries,
Then there is happiness.
If we can smile with the divine in us
When the divine in us smiles,
Then there is happiness.
Happiness is in identification;
Happiness is in oneness-reality.









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Happiness, happiness, happiness!

My happiness abides in my soul's promise to God.
My happiness dwells in my heart's hope for a higher life.
My happiness resides in my life's willingness to fulfil God at every moment.

I am happy when early in the morning I place my ignorance-head at God's Forgiveness-Feet. I am happy when early in the morning my inspiration-eye catches a glimpse of God's Compassion-Eye. I am happy when early in the morning my aspiration-heart is blessed by my Lord's Satisfaction-Heart.

To be happy I must not allow insincerity to stand at my mind's door.
To be happy I must not allow insecurity to stand at my heart's door.
To be happy I must not allow impurity to stand at my life's door.











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Friends

People who plead with you for favours

May eventually prove to be great flatterers.

Your friends are only those

Who all the time cheerfully support

Your heart's aspiration-flames.




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Friends Will Come

Friends will come

And

Friends will go.

Brothers and sisters will come

And

Brothers and sisters will go.

Who will remain with me

Forever?

My Eternity's God-lover.




Sri Chinmoy






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Three Friends

He has three friends:

His friend supreme: Compassion from above.

His Heaven-friend: Originality of will.

His earth friend: Boldness of revelation.










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Three Two Loving Friends

Two loving friends:

Fear and danger.

Two daring friends:

Doubt and destruction.

Two little friends:

Insecurity and futility.

Two inseparable friends:

Love and oneness.

Two illumining friends:

A pure heart and a sure life.

Two fulfilling friends:

Progress and satisfaction.

Two eternal friends:

Man the evolving God

And God the manifesting man.










Sri Chinmoy






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Anger Says

Anger says:

"I can destroy

The whole world."

Peace says:

"Not when I work

Inside you."







Sri Chinmoy






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Anger Eventually Surrenders

The animal anger

Eventually surrenders

To the heart-breaking tears and sobs

Of the loving heart.






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Anger has an Enemy

Anger has an enemy: Peace.

Peace has no enemy.

Peace has a special friend: Joy.

Anger has only one friend: Destruction









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Poem on Anger

Yesterday I was angry with God.

Today I am angry with my anger.

My Lord tells me

That if anger is the problem

In my life,

Then the immediate solution

Is love.











Sri Chinmoy






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To Be Owned By Anger

I lose my heart's

Flower-fragrance

When I allow myself

To be owned by anger.














Sri Chinmoy






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Suffering

True, suffering has reality in it.

Who denies it?

But the transcendence of suffering

Also has reality in it.

Who can disbelieve it?







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Your Suffering World

Do not overvalue

Your suffering-world.

Lo, it will vanish

Even faster

Than you can open your eyes.









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O Suffering Christ

O suffering Christ,

My heart of love

Suffers with you and for you.

O forgiving Christ,

My love of life

Enjoys with you and for you.

O illumining Christ,

My life of love

Is for you, only for you.












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HE IS SUFFERING

He is suffering

Because

He knows not

His Mother's voice,



He is suffering

Because

He knows not

His Fathers choice.



He is suffering

Because

He knows not

Where God is,



He is suffering

Because

He knows not

Who he is.









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O My Heart

O my heart,

I am exceedingly happy today.

Do you know why?

Today I have completely passed through

The longest dry desert of my doubting mind,

And now I am being blessed

By the beauty of your

God-fragrance-garden


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O My Heart

O my heart,

You are your mounting aspiration-flames

To reach the highest illumination-heights.

Therefore, I am divinely and supremely

proud of you.

Look at my utterly stupid mind:

It is dying for death-desire-drugs.






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HUMAN HEART AND DIVINE HEART

A sacred heart

Is God's inspiration.

A secret heart

Is man's imagination.

A crying heart

Is man s illumination.

A self-giving heart

Is God s realisation.

A surrendered human heart

Reaches God's transcendental Heights

A perfect and manifested heart

Is the pride of God's Reality-dream.

A surrendered divine heart

Is the smile of the Absolute Supreme.






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My Heart

My heart is an eternal cry.

God's Heart is an eternal Smile.

They live together and grow together

Inside a concern-cave

And inside a Concern-Palace.






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HUMAN HEART AND DIVINE HEART

A sacred heart

Is God's inspiration.

A secret heart

Is man's imagination.

A crying heart

Is man s illumination.

A self-giving heart

Is God s realisation.

A surrendered human heart

Reaches God's transcendental Heights

A perfect and manifested heart

Is the pride of God's Reality-dream.

A surrendered divine heart

Is the smile of the Absolute Supreme.




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Ant: Glory

Ant, my ant,

In you my heart beholds

The glory of the Supreme.

Tiniest in size, you house the dream

Of the Omnipotent.

To me you are extremely important,

Because you represent

One extremity of God,

His message of smallness;

In another word, His greatness.




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Bee: Industry

Bee, my bee,

Your day and night

And your patience-industry

Have no respite.

Hard you endeavour

To bring nectar

From the core of your service-tree.

You always don

The robe of fruitful victory.





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Buffalo: Wisdom

Buffalo, my buffalo,

O bearer of Yamaraj,

King of death,

Your wisdom-sun

Controls humanity's breath.

You teach the world:

Until Eternity's Cry is won,

Until Immortality's Smile is won,

Until earth-pangs and Heaven-Bliss

Are made supremely one,

Nothing is done, nothing is done.





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Butterfly: Prosperity



Butterfly, my butterfly,

You are the harbinger

Of man's prosperity-life.

Your sweet arrival

Devours immediately

Man's ceaseless strife.








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Dog: Faithfulness

Dog, my dog,

Heaven's faithfulness

And

Earth's faithfulness

Put together

Have no match for your faithfulness.

Man needs your heart to succeed.

God needs your soul to proceed.











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Tortoise: Immortality

Tortoise, my tortoise,

Your slow, self-controlled

Confidence-life

Challenges ignorance-knife

And sows the seeds of immortality—

Your universe-surprising Embodied Reality.














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Sympathy is man's soulful self-expansion.

Sympathy is God's perfect satisfaction in man.

Sympathy does not walk along the narrow road of the human mind. Sympathy walks only along the broad road of the divine heart.

Sympathy is a love-flower and a oneness-fruit.

Sympathy is at once man's lighthouse and man's treasure-island.

Sympathy is the revelation of God-Heart in man

















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Sympathy is a sacred, precious

And God-given gift.

Do not waste it

On your doubting mind

And your unaspiring heart.




















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He who shows sympathy

Toward your aspiration-life

Must needs also be

A true truth-seeker.



















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Silence

Silence, silence, silence.
Silence awakens the sleeping seeker in me.
Silence enlightens the aspiring seeker in me.
Silence fulfils the self-giving seeker in me. Silence, silence, silence.






















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Silence Speaks

Silence is not silent.
Silence speaks.
It speaks most eloquently.
Silence is not still.
Silence leads.
It leads most perfectly.

























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Silence Poem

What you can do:
You can criticise silence,
You can ignore silence.
What you cannot do:
You cannot sit even one fleeting minute
In silence.
Yet one day
It is you and you alone
Who will marry silence
And become inseparably one
With silence-sky.


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The whole world is looking for miracles.
Every day it is dying to see miracles.
But can there be any miracle
More challenging, more illumining
And more fulfilling
Than to see and feel the infinite Beauty
Of my Beloved Supreme
Inside this tinier than the tiniest
Gratitude-heart of mine?

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The whole world is looking for miracles.
Every day it is dying to see miracles.
Miracles were perhaps necessary
At the very start
Of your aspiration-life.
But once you have successfully
Started your inner journey,
Not only are miracles unnecessary,
But they may hinder your speedy progress
Far beyond your imagination.

~





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I do not need miracles, please.
I do not even want
To see miracles, please.
I need and expect only
A crying heart and a smiling life.

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Miracles were perhaps necessary
At the very start
Of your aspiration-life.
But once you have successfully
Started your inner journey,
Not only are miracles unnecessary,
But they may hinder your speedy progress
Far beyond your imagination.

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Miracles are everywhere to be found
When I surrender my infinite desires
To my immortal aspirations.





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My earth-life needs
The life of harmony-light.
My Heaven-life inundates my heart
With God's harmony-light
And
His Eternity's Perfection-dream.






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The life of harmony-light.
My Heaven-life inundates my heart
With God's harmony-light
And
His Eternity's Perfection-dream.




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When I am matter-bound,
My world within is chaotic
And
My world without is chaotic.
When I am Spirit-free,
My world within
Is harmony-song
And
My world without
Is harmony-dance.






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Look In The Mirror
And what you see in yourself,
Try to see in others.
If you see perfection in your life,
Then see perfection in others.
If you see imperfection in yourself
And forgive yourself for your imperfection,
Then try also to forgive others
Who have the same imperfection.
The experience of oneness
In darkness or light
Brings about harmony







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May I treasure
Only those prayers
That stand as champions
Of universal harmony.


~






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As millions of stars
Sing and dance together
In harmony,
Even so, our body,
Vital, mind and heart
Must sing and dance
In harmony.







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Harmony shall echo
And re-echo
Throughout the length
And breadth of the world
When each human being
Values the beauty
And divinity
Of self-offering.







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The present day world
Is unfortunately
Empty of harmony.






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The mind is unhappy
Because it cannot escape
The frequent attacks of merciless pride.
The heart is happy
Because it is incapable
Of any kind of pride.

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The pride of the noble
Is constant self-giving.
The pride of the ignoble
Is constant truth-denying.
The pride of God
Is constant oneness-fulfilling.

~







Sri Chinmoy






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A woman's pride:
Beauty-revelation.
A man's pride:
Power-multiplication.
Earth's pride:
Tolerance-height.
Heaven's pride:
Satisfaction-delight.

~








Sri Chinmoy






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Pride! pride
Dear friend, what you badly need
Is a life-saving guide.










Sri Chinmoy






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Human Pride, Divine Pride
" My human pride feels that I can do everything. My divine pride, the pride that has surrendered itself to the Will of God, knows that I can do everything only when I am inspired, guided, and helped by the Supreme.

My human pride wants the world to understand me, my love, my help and sacrifice. My divine pride, which is the feeling of oneness with all in God, does not wish the world to understand my selfless activities. It feels that if God understands me, knows my motives, then there can be no greater reward."







Sri Chinmoy






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Smile, my heart, smile.
Your smile means so much to me,
Your smile feeds my reality within,
Your smile liberates me from world-clamour and
world-din.
Smile, my heart, smile.
Smile at least once in a while.








Sri Chinmoy






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Each time
My happiness-heart smiles,
My life
Enjoys expanding miles.


~






Sri Chinmoy






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Peace smiles in acceptance-joy,
Nothing on earth to annoy.
Love triumphs in oneness-play,
Oneness with man's deathless day.









Sri Chinmoy






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Earth's unreal smiles make me feel that
Earth is Deception-Queen.
Heaven's unreal smiles make me feel that
Heaven is Negligence-King.
My own unreal smiles make me feel that
The real smile can dawn
Only on the Face of our Beloved Supreme.


~






Sri Chinmoy






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Who always smiles?
Heaven-prince?
Not true.
Heaven cries for God-manifestation
On earth.
Who always cries?
Earth-beggar?
Not true.
Earth smiles at God
For God's sake.


~



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Sri Chinmoy






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A spark of my smile
Satisfies my God.
A drop of my tears
Manifests my God.

But
Death's endless smiles,
His endless tears,
Please me not,
Fulfil me not.
Alas, alas!





~






Sri Chinmoy






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PERFECTION- MOON, PERFECTION-SUN

Insincerity is the disease
Of your thought-life.
Sincerity is the cure
Of your will-life.
Humility's beauty and surrender's duty
Are the perfection-moon and perfection-sun
Of your soul-life.

~






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PERFECTION- MOON, PERFECTION-SUN

Wisdom-heart
A calm heart leaves.

Sacrifice-heart
A loving heart leaves.

Perfection-heart
A surrendered heart leaves

~



Sri Chinmoy






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PERFECTION- MOON, PERFECTION-SUN

Divine Compassion: what is it?
The sanctuary of human incapacity.

Divine Perfection: what is it?
The dream-reality of God-Capacity.

~



Sri Chinmoy






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My prayer says,
"God, where are You?"
My meditation says,
"God, where are You not?





Sri Chinmoy






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When I pray, God asks me
To keep my mouth shut
And open my heart.
When I meditate, God sees
That my heart's door
Is wide open.




Sri Chinmoy






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For My Angel Chris

The day you came into my life will be cherished always.
An angel sent from heaven above for my lonely heart to hold.
My heart is no longer lonely, but instead
filled with the wonder of a love like I’ve never known.

When you first held me, it was magical!
A touch no other but my soulmate could provide.
Truly the passion needed no words.

Your kiss on my lips is something I long for each day.
With a single kiss the intensity of your love so incredibly clear!

Your eyes melt me with emotion so intense it is beyond belief.
A caring and unconditional love that shines from them
that makes me shiver with excitement for our life to come.

Each day your smile fills my heart with a joy like no other.
Oh but to have you in my life is truly a blessing!

On the day we wed...
I promise to you yet again my unconditional love and devotion.
For I will cherish each day that God gives me with you,
our own little piece of heaven on earth.

I will love you always.

- Dawn Eichten



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Regret flows from the depths of my soul
With the strength of a flood
I have held these gates shut for too long
And though tormenting, they should not be stopped.

The thought of your anguish
Even as I write to you now
Stops my heart cold
As well it should

What I see in front of me
Is a painting of our love
Its most thoughtful brushstrokes
Mottled by hurried abstraction and inattention

A person who had not seen this masterpiece created
Might think it to be refuse and pass it by unknowingly
Letting be obscured the deep beauty of its many scenes
By layers of the tarnish of mistreatment

But as the painter
I see beyond the dark smears
To recall the hours that I attended to the details
And wonder how I could let it become so discolored

The painting that took me my life to create
Has lost its divinity in my careless treatment
And even if I were to refine it
I fear you would always see it as it is today

So today I paint a new masterpiece
One inspired by the muse of respect
A work that you can love through our old age
One that you will look to each day for inspiration

This one will take some time
As I want my brushstrokes to be carefully placed
I need to move steadily to ensure that this time,
My art represents my dream

This is my opus
Don't judge me on my past works
As I have never before had so much skill and inspiration
And never before have I wanted to please you as I do today

With you and my children as my muse
I will paint for you a lifetime
A portrait of devotion and friendship
A panorama of passion and admiration

All I ask is that you gaze upon it with an open heart
And you shall unquestionably love me again

- Daryl R. Swensson -


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Balloon

I think that I might fly away, in my hot air balloon,
And hide from worldly worries on the dark side of the moon;
There’s but one thing I need before I float into the blue:
I need a sky companion and I want it to be you.

We’ll fly beyond the storm clouds and we’ll watch from up above,
I’ll cover you in rainbows as we feel each others’ love;
You’ll shower in the stars at midnight in our special place,
I’ll dry you with a comet’s tail and kiss your beaming face.

Dreamy drifting panorama, changing every day,
Every night your loving smile will be my milky way,
The moon will wane before us, sailing there in heaven’s height,
For nothing else can challenge our love’s everlasting light.

Venus shining on us, glowing soft at our devotion,
Our daily drifting dalliance in love’s celestial ocean,
I’ll write you lovers’ poetry, and you will be my muse,
Orion and Andromeda will oversee our cruise.

We’ll sleep with clouds as pillows, maybe steal an angel’s wings,
Then fly as magic lovebirds, or slide round Saturn’s rings,
And should we tire of drifting and the stars all floating by,
We’ll hook onto a meteor and soar across the sky.

Will you consent to be my mate on our celestial ship?
I’m ready, heart all packed with love, to last us for the trip,
Take my hand and step aboard, we’re heading for the sun,
We’re flying till we find the place where our two souls are one.

- Graeme King -



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A Rose That Once Stood Alone

A solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the garden
Surrounded by many others
Yet remained alone

Time passed and trials came and went
One dealt a severe blow
And the rose began to wilt and wither

Forgotten...

Then... as if by a miracle...

There came a soft and gentle breeze
Followed by a ray of light
As all the other roses fell into darkness
The solitary rose began to shine

Shining with a special light...
And watered by a gentle cascade...
A cascade of love
A cascade of selfless affection

"I do... not now but forever..."
Said the rose to the sunlight
And there they remain
A rose in full bloom
With her sunshine smiling down on her...

You are my sunshine, my life, my very soul
And I your rose blooming in the light of your love.

- Zahra Ahmed -


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My Friend, My Love

It began as all fires do,
a spark soon ignited into a blaze of warmth and colourful delight.
You held my hand, became my friend,
earned my trust and my future once again looked bright.

Loneliness turned to hope,
emptiness filled up with dreams.
Hunger was satisfied,
and the darkness lit by love's moonbeams.

Tears no longer hit the ground,
they fall on your loving shoulder.
I feel younger,
as our love grows older.

When sorrow leaves me wilted as a sun-parched rose,
your comfort is a river that flows and flows.
The sun's light, the morning dew,
they are all the beauty that is you.

When passion ebbs,
as tides do,
love fills the wake,
and carries us through.

Your strength is as the oak,
but if it is my need you bend like the willow.
My heart is filled,
like a lucky sail with wind to billow.

Harsh cold winters,
wet springs, blissful summer heat, and the fall of time,
They'll weather my spirit,
with grace and peace, your hand in mine.

Our love's sweet creations, joyous children,
blessed am I thanks to God and you.
What greater beauty could shed light,
on the love that came from two.

Love's sweet reflection,
laughing, growing, thriving, learning.
Words cannot express what my heart feels,
how strong my love is burning.

When God took one home,
I felt my heart would never again see the sun.
But you, my love, walked with me, through the sadness,
and together we share the memories that keep our family one.

The lines of age will etch their mark on us
and time will take the strength from our bodies.
But love's brush will paint for us a picture of such beauty,
That a hundred lifetimes could not remove their glory.

- K. Brook -


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Red Rose

Our love is that of a red rose
Whose splendor rises as the sun shows its face,
Whose petals expand further and richer
Whispering secrets of happiness and affection.

And even though with the fall of dusk
All contentment is swept away,
And the rose's petals unite as one
Reflecting any light that may endeavor to shine through,
The sun will always rise
And the rose's petals will eternally broaden
Until they fully blossom into a stunning creation.

Our love is that of a red rose
Possessing a few imperfections
That may cause evanescent wounds,
But the internal radiance
That will everlastingly bestow healing and comfort.

- Brittany -


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An Entrapment

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

- Anthony Kolos -



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If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

- Courtney Kuchta -



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When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.
Song. From Juvenile Poems.

> Thomas Moore


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Don't Refuse Me My Pain

I called you twice today
once again you were away
slowly I see you disappear
in the swamp of lies you say
your daily offerings
of appeasement that I hate
guess you have found
another innocent prey
now that everything I have
you have taken away.

Love was a season
but seasons change
what you hold as reason
sounds weird, so strange
is it all just a game
that you like to play
still I want to see you again
I still want to be your man
don't refuse me my pain.

Reveling in my own misery, sickly,
I wait by the phone, endlessly,
this anticipation is killing me
there's just your acrid smile
in my mind, mixing with
someone else's sweating body,
nothing else that I see
the numbness inside me
is alive and kicking,
so real, it's all so clear
just loneliness and my fears
separating me from everything real.

I see my life slip on to the ground
break but making no sound
a million pieces, so cruel and cold
reflecting a truth, I don't want to see
welcoming me, to a bloody fantasy
every day of my life and
every dream that I dream
turns into crosses I bear
too heavy, yet I'm reluctant to fail
my fate, sealed by your name
I still want to burn in that flame
be the martyr in this game
it's better than living in my self,
in darkness, alone in my existence.
You are a prostitute in spirit,
I'm an eager buyer,
willing to die if that's what it takes,
don't refuse me my pain.

Big Mojo


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The Incomplete Is Beautiful


the incomplete is beautiful
in its suggestion
in its promise of things to come
in its potential



each bud of the orange jasmine
before it blooms;
a baby, a cub or puppy;
a slice of the infant moon in dark clouds
or the adult moon covered
like a seductive
woman or a man
in parts, but fullness reserved for privileged view;
like incomplete ancient ruins
beautiful in what could have been
with its missing mystical history;
the sedate silver mornings
clouds brooding, and the sun bullied into a docile power


Raj Arumugam

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To...

: Life Love Desire Prayer


To a day’s turn,
A prayer
A touch
A tear
A smile

To a season’s bout,
A song
A vision
A recess
A climb

To a life’s spell,
An ache
An ecstasy
A haven
A love


By Harpreet K K


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I'll marry you, my dream girl

I'll marry you, my dream girl
I have no choice
When I see you move your butt
and heave your breasts
I need you in all earnestness
I have no choice

I'll marry you love
But my divorce first
I cannot get it now
the story is too long
But I long for you girl
Come sit beside me
Come sit in my lap
Let me give you kisses
Let me give you embraces
In my heart you belong
I love you my sweet girl
I have no choice




By Unknown / White Wings



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lover knows only humility, he has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret,
he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment,
he has no choice.



A lover asked his beloved:
- Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.

I love myself...I love you.
I love you...I love myself.

I am your lover, come to my side,
I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbours to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.
Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance.
Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

I desire you more than food or drink
My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste
I can sense your presence in my heart
although you belong to all the world
I wait with silent passïon for one gesture one glance
from you




By Deepak Chopra



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Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you.....


: Love Feelings

......that is how I know you, go on! (My Heart Will Go on - Celine Dion, Titanic)

You are the apple of my eyes
You are the oxygen in my every breath
You are the lingering taste of chocolate
You are sweet music to my ears
You are the soft wind that caresses my skin
You are my conscious and subconscious mind
You are my heart-beat
You are my spirit and the life-force energy of my being

You are my friend, lover and soul-mate and I knew it the moment our eyes locked into each other when I met you. I thank God every day for finally revealing you to me and know that we are a divinely blessed pair. I cherish all the time we spent together and long to have you with me once again. Without you, everything looks bleak but when you were here with me, the entire world was rosy. Nothing compares to you. You are what I want more than anything in this world - "Bade achche lagte hain, ye darti, ye nadiya, ye raina aur? aur tum". --It ia Lovely ; This Earth, This River, And You ! ! !





By Unknown Dusky Gal



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My Feelings


My poem will explain to you how I feel
baby, my love for you is real.

I love the way you turn to me and smile,
the feeling i had long forgotten for awhile.

You took away the rain, my sorrow, and my pain.
Baby my love for you will never change.

I love you and you love me to. I bet
I'll do anything for you and i'll never regret

I still love you like the day we met
I will always love you like earth needs the sunset.

The love I have for you is as deep as ocean blue.
My love for you baby, is so true.

I will always love you and I'll never lie.
I'll keep this love in side of me until the day I die.





By DANG QUANG NHIEU



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A Wish


I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.

I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.

You say "close your eyes",
"tell me what you see",
I see only two people,
just you and me.

We're walking the shoreline,
with our feet getting wet,
the horizon turns pink,
as the sun starts to set.

We make love through the night,
on that white sandy shore,
then I hold you while thinking,
I could want nothing more.

Oh I wish I could be,
in that one special place,
as I lie on the ground,
and I stare into space...





By DANG QUANG NHIEU



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Ten Wishes


If only I have ten wishes for you,
I would wish one day a man who loves you come through.

I wish he would love you like no one else.
I wish he would care for you more then he care for himself .

I wish he would come to you with true love.
I wish he's a kind of man that was sent from above.

I wish that everything works out from the start.
I wish that nothing can take this love apart.

I wish his love for you can fill a poet's pen.
I wish his love for you can make you forever smile again.

I wish the love he have for you is true.
If only I can have ten wishes for you





By DANG QUANG NHIEU



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Father And Child

From a father to a child I was not the one to depend on.
Your mother Hong Viet took you away since the day you were born.

I miss you so much I can not deny.
Many times I think about it I just lay there and cried.

The feelings I hide inside of me for many years,
Everytime I think about it I just shed tears.

I don't know if I can take this much longer,
As day goes by my sorrow grow stronger.

I hope this is not forever lost,
I will try to find you no matter what it'll cost.

Living like this is like living on strong ocean waves,
Or do I have to live like this and take it to my grave.

The Love I have for you is forever here,
because I'm your father you my child my dear






By DANG QUANG NHIEU



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Knell



different stories ye all tell

and command me not to yell

usurped the lands I dwell

well, I shall ring thy death knell






By D M R Sekhar



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Blue blue my love is Blue”-ballad of the princess and the blue rose


Far-away near-by, long –ago just a while

In the vast kingdom beyond

Beauty-ful princess wise’n smart said with a smile

“I will make him my husband



The one who shall bring blue beautiful rose in a year”

To him I’ll lay my heart bare.....

Troubled king knowing there is no blue rose told vizier “I am clear

Arriving with a blue rose, the first comer



Will have the hand of my daughter as his willing bride

He will be future chief

Let this merry news be spread clear and fast, far and wide

To you this is my brief



Any one tries’nd fails will have the head removed”

Three youths came anon

One was vizier’s son and was very shrewd

Second crafty magician’s son



Last was a poor little farmer’s son simple and bare

All three came and were told

“You have one year’s time to travel and well prepare

End of rainbow is, pot of gold.”



With wafer Chinese paper, special dye, blended well

Indian rose perfume very heady,

Was sprinkled on top to feed the nostrils with rosy smell;

Junior vizier’s rose is ready.



Magician’s son reached the sea summoned Neptune and prayed

Requested him to make rose

From best of sapphire and shells to support rose was made

Proudly holding it he gave a pose



Farmers son met the potter” bake me the best porcelain

Transparent and the bottom painted

Will have blue rose paintings, when lighted it would shine”

Stunning it was when completed



All of them arrived together and were given date and time to enter,

Vizier’s son on the first day;

Next day magician son, followed by the farmer day after;

Let’s see what princess has to say...



The night before the first day, princes in her bed lay;

Middle of the night clock struck one;

Floating in air voice of a bard on “poison in the morrow’s dye”

She looked, she was there alone.



A Mynah she carried and had her seated behind a curtain

Paper rose was handed

The Mynah smelt the rose and fainted as dye had poison

Cried she! let callous suitor be beheaded



The night came, clock struck two and song she heard

“The sapphire has an unlucky spot”

Was it not the voice that cautioned of her poision –the bard!!

Disappeared; it was he was he not?



To the court she went with a candle burning bright

When offered rose she

Could see in the middle two black spots by the candle light

“Off with his head it shall be”



In the night waiting patiently for bard to come, clock struck three,

"The fragile glass will break if you press;"

Heard she and ran to the window, a glimpse of him she wanted to see.

Who is this bard?...she was under stress.



Gloves in hand the following day she went to check on the matter

Took the glass in hand gave it a squeeze

Lucky was she having a gloves, the glass went shatter

"Spare me" farmer said and was on his knees



That night she went down the river and found at stroke of four

a fair and handsome bard she found

“Come tomorrow to the court with a white rose call it blue and present me.

Now go away without any sound.”



Father was aghast as only princess wouldn’t get married;

Court was mourning without a heir,

Seriously pondering how could he get her married though she dilly dallied

He sulked thinking it is not fair



The day next, princes came to court with a blue ribbon in hand

Voice was heard loud

“Came for hand of princess, allow me to make her my bride

I would do her proud”



Saying thus he gave the rose for everyone to see

This is only white, where is the blue hue

Princess tied blue ribbon to stem knotting it she cried” it is he

Truly brought a rose that is blue”



For a minute court fell silent didn’t know what to say

Suddenly “yes blue it is!! papa cried”

Then Vizier, Magician, Farmer, the court burst out yea! yea!

Three sons sentenced to be tried



Said leave us!! That we can attend the marriage of princess and bard!!

Of enjoying the wedding ball....

Happy Princess spared them all, she could not be very hard

Come let us all tromp to the wedding hall

( My sister in law is a lovely person. we have long conversations over phone . She was telling me how she had borrowed a small chinese story and made it into a fairy tale for telling her children.She was teling me the story when we were driving(I dont drive ,Beena my wife was driving and I was concentrating on catching the words of my sis in law). so I could hear only parts of the story . I filled in the rest with my imagination . But I give the full credit to my "leelma" as she is called.........)





By D Sampath



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A Note to Dr. Taslima Nasreen

Dr. Taslima Nasreen

Taslima Nasreen wants
a revision to Koran
Dear, it's too late
Are you a Jebril?
If so much dislike for Islam
Why not change religion?
Why not emigrate to
the US or the Britain?
You'll be welcome there
as a poet, a physician,
a spokesperson against terrorism.


By Unknown White Wings



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This n' That



I have this strange technique of speech
That many deem as odd
The wayward way in things I say
Or state, with just a nod


'Please pass that salt', I act it out
Fingers pointing that way
'Please take this dish' I mime and wish
They hear what I don't say

'That friend said this' I tell my son

Whose eyes are but a question
'That man sent this’ I tell his dad

Oblivious of confusion


Which friend said what, it matters not

If the what is well conveyed

Which man sent what, does it count a lot

If the what is not misplaced?


Daydreaming is a fuzzy art
A puzzle none can solve
Some people better with the times
And some, they don’t evolve


The key to thought and speech is said
Lies in a focused art
But when questioned about this, what if

I’m thinking about that?


By Nargis Natarajan



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A Pasternak's Poem - Relevant for Recent Times


"If Only, When I Made My Debut"

If only, when I made my debut,
There might have been a way to tell
That lines with blood in them can murder,
That they can flood the throat and kill,

I certainly would have rejected
A jest on such a sour note,
So bashful was that early interest,
The start was something so remote.

But age is pagan Rome, demanding
No balderdash, no measured breath,
No fine feigned parody of dying,
But really being done to death.

A line that feeling sternly dictates,
Sends on the stage a slave, and, faith,
It is good-bye to art forever
Then, then things smack of soil and Fate. (Translated by C.M. Bowra?)


[A very renowned philosopher spent entire life in explaining the meaning of art, religion, and science. Again and again on a number of occasions he very gently, painstakingly tried to emphasize that all people must have that appreciation of art - to reach the essence of life. Life indeed would be barren without art. Here, in this context, my engineering and physician friends need not feel belittled in any way or feel that they have been left out in that philosopher's thoughts and dialogues. After all at the highest level, an engineering work or feat is nothing but a fusion of great (applied) science and art, is it not? Similarly, when a skilled surgeon performs very life giving surgeries like the restoration of vision by the transplant of cornea (from a tooth gum tissue) or repairs gently a heart - surely that surgeon is also acting as an artist! And, science disciplines one to extraordinary logic and shows us to that 'true spirit of truth-pursuit'.

Now, this poem, I do not know exactly when it was written. Probably around 1930? But Pasternak was very conscious of the obligations of 'a true artist'. One wishes that in the current India and even in 70's there was a self-imposed constraint on the artists and poets. Alas, it was not to be. And the poet will rue the day and sigh when the pen was started to be used carelessly. Then, the poet will not able to pardon himself/herself; neither the society will exonerate such poets, however great they may be! .

Ah, if only peace can be purchased so easily?]


By Tenneti Rao.,



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Evidence in Abundance!




You are felt!

Your vibrations are felt !

In every rattle in the universe!

In every whisper in the universe!

In every motion in the universe!

In every emotion in the universe!


You are seen in the young lady who fell asleep!
In her lovers cuddle, wondering later how she landed in his arms!


You are seen in the young lady,
when she herself mesmerized of her growing life inside,

caring, cajoling, devoting, her time and life on it,



You are seen when that mother hugs her just new born
till just then was cursing her man, in her pains!



You are seen in the mother later, when she is running around

her junior ignoring her senior

You are seen in the garden
wondering how the succulent flowers are aware of
the bees around it,

You are seen in the ozone layer
how evidently you put that shield there before your

Preparatory ground work?



You pumped oxygen in the atmosphere first,

and weaved the lungs later!



You cultured the vegetation first

And created the hunger later



Above all

You are down to earth!



Despite abundance,



the ignorant



Looking thro the



Binoculars, Telescopes



Microscopes, in to the



Black holes, Dark Matters


RNA's DNA's


etc etc etc



Ha!




By KRISHNA BAALU



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No More I .....



No more i love you,
Changes are shifting outside
The language is leaving me in silence,
I am tired of arguimg with myself
And being martyr of his love.
The memories of lovely pain in love,
Is not one side pain
Some are to be purged
And others need orateness.
No more i love you
The seasons are singing the hyms
The songs are leaving silence from me.
The love is spreading an infectious aura,
And the heart wants to get affected.
The lost love has no plans to return
So the heart remains healthy
And does salsa with the saeson on...
No ones gonna change my love for you.......
no more i love you...
But i still love you.



By Sidhika



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Quarrel

One is winner,
One is looser,
When both sides are looser,
What can we say?
Quarrel between father & the son,

Quarrel between father & the daughter,

Quarrel between brother & sister,

Both sides will be looser.
Peace of mind always disappears of both sides.

Tears will be in the eyes of everyone.

In the day, ego comes as a hurdle between tears & the ground.

However, in nights, pillow cares these tears.

Night has been passes away with worries & sorrows.

Quarrel in any case is not a good one.

Ego can be satisfied in quarrel but on the cost of ruin.



By Vijay Kumar Gupta



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How sad it is?

Some beautiful flowers were growing in the garden.

Fragrance & beauty was there.
Children were playing nearby them.
Flowers were extracting oxygen gas, a vital element, for humankind.

They were using carbon dioxide as food for them.

This harmful gas was extracting by the children.

Honeybees were flying on the flowers.

They were taking extract from flowers for their honey, a good food for humankind.

In return, what we are giving to these little flowers?

That is Polluted atmosphere & cruel behavior with them,

By plucking & crushed them by our shoes.

.



By Vijay Kumar Gupta



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INDIA’S DIPPING LITERACY SCENE



India is close to the bottom in list of nations
In eradicating illiteracy. In this, our nation is
In company with Pakistan and Bangla Desh,
Urban rural divide showing high disparities.

Girls’ access to primary schools improved.
We have also done well in serving our
Disadvantaged children youth and adults.
These are silver linings in the dark cloud

Poverty is the major cause of our illiteracy.
Children are sent to work at an early age
Or kept at home to do domestic chores
A hungry child needs food, school can wait.

Even if parents send their children to school
Sooner than later they are sure to drop out.
A fruit, two eggs or gruel given as lunch,
Even though free can’t be the solution.

Reaching distant schools is also a problem.
It is not safe to send toddlers alone on foot,
As there is no safety on the village tracks.
Nor is any road or vehicle available there.

All these are much more significant
In rural areas than in cities and towns.
If literacy is to be improved at all
Poverty ought to be removed first.

.



By K V A Kutty



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I Shall Rise Again



Ages ago I lived as an element
And after many years I died as an element
and then I became a vegetable;
And after many years from vegetativeness I died
Then I became an animal
And after many years I died as an animal
and now I am born as a human
why will I fear my disappearance through death?
this time I shall die
Next time I will bring forth wings
and feathers like angels;
After that, I would soar higher than angels –
Then I would die as an angel and become that
What you cannot imagine, I shall be that
I shall rise again!.

.



By Sophizz



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Black Magic


What magic did you weave on me

I live in memories of those moments with you

Wishing the time would have stopped there

Wishing you could be there with me all the time


What did you got me drunk with

I cannot remember my life beyond the moments with you

It pains me as a move alone restless

Only feelin to miss seein you ,miss hearin you,miss lovin you


Why did you make me relish the sweet taste of love

This undying desire for you shows in my druken eyes now

Shows in my flirty smile… shows in my chirpy voice

It leaves me wondering have 'I' become 'you' perhaps


I have lost myself to you…I wait to confess

But you already have me …..you already know your eyes say

Ah the eyes enchanted that make me want to faint in your arms

Ah I speak your language now ….I am under spell perhaps


This thing it has taken me over and into

All rest seems so invaluable and diminished

I seem so blinded and intoxicated by you

Or Charmed by black magic perhaps





By Unknown --Charmed Pink Purple



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That Romantic Evening…



Wanton whistling wind brushes your lustrous locks,
and blows your fluttering frock up, mischievously
to unveil your lovely long legs!

How my silk-shirt smelt of the exotic jasmine perfume you wore
when I accepted the mute invitation
of your dusky-eyed R.S.V.P.

How your dimpled cheeks turned crimson
at the Midas touch of my rapturous fingers!
Our hearts thumped loud and louder
and our frenzied bodies and souls were entangled
like quivering vines in the hot summer breeze!

Later, while evening was hanging on high hills, and
far away the whimpering weary sun was sinking down
behind the eucalyptus trees, on the fading horizon,
strawberry sunset sprinkled gold in the bottle-green lake.

We picked our way, in delicate steps, hand-in-hand,
and you smiled at me -
like mysterious Monalisa
and I was reincarnated as
Da Vinci…






By Bharat B. Trivedi



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My breath is getting shorter, Mum .......



I went to a party,

And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum
So I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,

The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,

And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,

Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum
Something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,

And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mum, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,

As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,

While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mum

Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mum

I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mum,

As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mum!"
So I love you and good-bye.







By Unknown Indian Global



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Prayer


A prayer



ache that numbs

throb from heart stems



a sigh escapes, singed

memories etched deep



heavy head longs

sleep’s sweet respite



teardrops tremble

emotions dammed



weak and puny

amidst life’s stormy seas



powerless and rudderless

thrown around, ravaged



thunderous, raging waves

battered, barely afloat



bent and broken

kneel and bow



teardrops on floor

Eyes heavenward



down on my knee

you made me stand







By Unknown Bitter sweet.,





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[Man]

Poem




Prayer


NOTHING’S GONNA TAKE MY MIND



I still remember the time

how you loved me

Walking hand in hand in silent evenings by the river side

Making love to you under the moon

Never counted the good times that past away so soon



Heaven was always on my side

When every single breath you took was close to mine

Smiling into each other’s eyes

When I used to sing songs that you liked



Now you don’t stand there anymore

When you said goodbye leaving me all wild

Still I surrender

to your love as your heart is mine

And heaven only knows however life changes

Nothing’s gonna take my mind



I still remember the time

When you were me and I was you

Used to hold each other to share the blues

Danced in the rain to feel our sultry hues



Your smell still lingers on me

the dusky shade of your skin like a misty waterfall

The sound of your voice still in my ears

when you used to say ‘Hold me tight and don’t let me fall’



Holding on to the nights and the memories

I still surrender to the time

When you said goodbye leaving me all wild

and this moonlit night

I lay beside your grave

to make love to your heart that is always mine

I know you are sleeping

and for me life is changing

but this love is forever and divine

and however life changes,

Heaven only knows

Nothing’s Gonna Take My Mind….



from you….from me



Nothing’s Gonna Take My Mind….








By Unknown Achillees.,





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Poem




Saying "NO"


When you say "NO"
It takes just half a second

To hear that "NO" also takes half a second
The whole sequence consumes one second

The one who says "NO" regrets half the life
And the rest half , plans never to say it again

That regret-full-half of life
which has a gain,
but is full of pain
there is sorrow,
which is not worth borrow

The one who hears "NO" suffers half the life
And the rest half,to bear its reason

This sorrow-full-half of life
one wants to suffer,
though its tougher
which has a trunk full of memories
but the life full of sour cherries

The whole sequence consumes only one life
with the tomb of two hearts.









By Sidhika





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Poem




Our First Date







After our first meeting,

Helen and I sat together at every meal.

Then I asked her to go and see my art

which I thought was no big deal.



She said, “Yes,” but early the next morning,

she said, “Well, it has to be no.”

I thought, “I love her, but perhaps she's too scared,

and I may have to let her go.”



About an hour later, Helen was chanting

in front of Nityananda's statue,

and she heard his voice say again and again,

"Go to him! Go to him! Go to him now!

That's what you should do.”



He wanted her to tell me that she wanted to go,

and he wanted this immediately.

It took a little while, but she left the chant

and, a bit embarrassed, went to see me.



She knocked on the door of my ashram quarters,

and my roomate opened the door.

"Hmm,” I thought when she said she wanted to go.

Then my hopes began to soar.



So, after the morning prayer service,

Helen came to look at my work,

and when she saw the first painting

she became completely immersed.

She went into meditation

looking at “We Will Become Like Ancient Heroes”.

Coming together, for us, would come to be

like putting a one in front of a string of zeros.



As I walked with Helen back along the beach to the ashram turf,

Helen took off her shoes and ran into the surf.

She got very wet, but was ecstatic as can be!

And I thought, “She's a wild one! She's the one for me.”









By Harry and Helen // Harry Kottler





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[Man]

Poem




THE LAST MILE



There is a line, an invisible line,
Separating success from failure.
Many almost reach that line, and
Are totally exhausted by that time.

They think they have a long way to go.
Weak, exhausted , they decide to stop.
Resigning themselves to their sad fate
They accept defeat as their reward.

Some, as they near the magic line,
Smell success, intensify efforts.
Come what may, they run the last mile
And taste the sweetness of success.

This is not a rule of thumb for all.
If you are sure, you can’t continue,
Better bow to the limitation for now.
Discretion is the better part of valor.









By K V A Kutty





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Poem




I CANT LIVE WITH OUT U


ITS FOR U

THE ROAD SEEMS BRIGHTER,
WHEN I'M WALKING WITH YOU.
THE HOUR SEEM SHORTER
WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU.
MUSIC SOUND SWEETES,
WHEN YOU'RE SITTING WITH ME.
FOOD TEST BATTER
WHEN YOU'RE EATING WITH ME .
YOU'VE GROWN TOO DEAR
AND I CAN'T DO WITHOUT YOU.









By TULIKA SINGH






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I love my shadow

Learning is a never ending process

We keep learning as we move

From first breathe to last breathe

We learn from parents and family

Teachers, relatives and friends

Nature too gives us many lessons

Some lessons we forget, remember few

One such lesson I learnt from a friend

Tomy our pet dog when I was a kid

Tomy being my only friend those days

I used to play with him for hours

Whenever we will be out in sun shine

I would find him licking his shadow

I would rub my hand there on floor

To see what he was licking there

As a child I could never understand







By Yash Chhabra.






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[Man]

Poem




Another Christmas Day!



Another year is coming to a close!

Another Christmas Day is coming near;

Another chance to make up with ones dear;

Another season to enjoy, of course!



Let’s thank the Lord for being born again;

Let’s praise the babe for bringing joy and peace;

Let’s hope that all our sinful habits cease;

Let’s spread the Word that Jesus will soon reign!



Let’s hang the star aglow for people, aye!

Let’s decorate the Christmas-tree that day;

Let’s distribute some presents like a Fay;

Let’s listen to some songs divine and pray.



Let’s send some pretty cards to ones we know;

Let’s cut a cake to show what joy can do;

Let’s eat some home-made dainty dishes too;

Let’s celebrate this Christmas Day once more!



But let our hearts be filled with grace, be pure;

The King of Kings in manger born asks this;

He came to redeem sinners for God’s bliss;

He is the savior for all mankind, sure!










By Dr John Celes






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The Liftman



The door opens.

People rush out.

People rush in.

Yet one remains.

Watching this procession.

Day in and day out.

For it is the constant in his life.

Sitting on the stunted stool,

In the corner of the stunted lift room,

Silently dabbing away at the buttons,

Up and down,

Start and stop,

Open and close,

He watches.

Watches every foot that falls on his space,

Every scent that enters his kingdom,

Every motion that takes place,

Every signal that is made by one for another,

For he is the constant in the equation,

He is ubiquitous in his presence.



This play,

Insignificant to most who board the lift,

Is not insignificant at all.

For it is a pointer,

To the larger lift room,

The larger lift room known as life,

With its own ubiquitous liftman,

Who dabs away at the button,

Who sitting right up there,

In a corner of his own,

Made by his own self,

Watches the mindless, countless, endless processions,

Albeit for a different reason…!!!















By Love Stuck Romeo






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[Man]

Poem


Pollution


Your poise
In this ruthless Delhi.




Ravana goes up in

Smoke

Evil still remains

Firmly footed.







By Sudipto






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Poem


Kumbh Mela


Vast sea

Of devotees and sadhus

At the holy confluence of

Three rivers.



Chanting Jai Shree Ram

The Divine Name

Ram

A balm.



The sky is their roof

River-bed their home.

Here the laity and the men of renunciation are one

Both take the holy dip to end their sufferings.



One cries the other laughs.







By Sudipto






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A Canvas


I wanted to paint flowers

Flowers I did paint.



Three parts turpentine

With one part linseed

Colours squeezed out of tubes

All mixed well

I said to myself

Here will be a masterpiece

A dash of red here

And a dash of white there



Fifty-two gallery owners of the city refused my canvas.

Mother, I have given up.

Now please give me a place in your canvas.





By Sudipto






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Spring


It was the season

Between winter and summer

When flowers were in bloom.



Yellow, bright red, white

Pink flowers.



A mountain spring gurgled

Down the slopes

And when she crossed it

With a spring in her steps

Mother, my heart was

Full of the joys of spring






By Sudipto






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[Man]

Poem


Remote Control


My son does not know when the

Sun will arise

Or set

Quite like our television set.



His eyes are glued to the idiot box

Day and night

To broaden his horizons.



His attention span began to lessen

As his lessons in school began to grow tougher.



He doesn’t talk to me anymore

He is now ten

Mother, when will you snatch away the remote control

When?



By Sudipto






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[Man]

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Kanyakumari


Wave after wave
The sea roars

A lash here

A lash there

Clams cling close

To the rocks

Inside the temple

Monks make men move

Quickly

What if the aura proves too much for a hungry soul?



Years ago, Mother

Meditations done years ago

Still fruitful.



By Sudipto






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Schizophrenia


Not a banana split

With hot chocolate sauce over it.



This is I

A real split

And this is you.



Painful escape into a

Reality

Measured by doses of sedatives.



By Sudipto






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This time of the year


This time of the year

There are no trees to shed their leaves

No birds to sing songs that travel through the breeze



This time of the year

No, nothing to satisfy me

So that I may obey you



This time of the year

No bargain or barter



Just plain love




By Sudipto






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Eraser


The lines on your palm

Tell me that you will

Suffer

A thousand untold miseries.



Where is my pencil box?



I shall have to erase

Lines on your palm

With the eraser of my heart

Called love.







By Sudipto






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The Moment without You!!


The moment without you, I feel like
A bird without its wings,
An ocean without a drop of water,
The sun without its light,
And like a pen without ink.

The moment without you I feel like
A blossom without any color,
A plant without root,
Or just like a Barren land.

The moment without you makes
My eyes wet and heart cry out.
My smile vanish,
Stillness surrounds me
Thus making me feel blue.

The moment without you is
Really painful,
Eager are my eyes
Longing for you is my love,
And my heart urges you to come back.







By Geeta Nair






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Why Why Why?



Why do I wait for her calls?

Why do I check emails all the time?

Why do I dream always about her?

Why do I remain melancholic?



Why she is always sitting in my head?

Why my heart is always aching?

Why do I get upset?

Why I want to talk and then not to talk?



Why do I change my mind back and forth?

Why I cannot just think straight?

Why it is so difficult to let it go?

Why I have so many why why why?







By Dr. Nanua Singh






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GRIEVANCE DAY



One day
The King of forest
Held a grievance day .

All the animals
Near a hill , congregated
With the king , on top .

The subjects
One by one
Complaint , to the king , they made .

About the humans ;
Always taking things
Away from them .

Mooed the cow - the loss of milk ,
The eggs , clucked the hen ,
Buzzed the bee , honey .

The ivory , lemented the elephant ,
My fur , bleat the sheep ,
Beautiful feathers , strut the peacock .

Said snail , the last
" I' ve something , they would
Certainly take away , if they could ;

Something they want
More than anything else ;
I have TIME " !!!!!!!








By Madhavajja.,






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Daughters are from Venus



I saw her the first time,

A little moppet,

With hair as black as raven,

And a smile as sweet as honey;



She had eyes as big as saucers;

And she would blink them open,

And bless the people by her side,

Along with a toothless smile;



Her skin was soft and dewy,

And her colour was peaches and cream,

Her fingers were plump and chubby,

As she raised them in the air,



She would rent the air,

With her goos and gaas,

And when hungry,

She would bring the roof down;



Oh she kept us awake,

All through the night,

And slumbered on,

When the day dawned;



Years have passed,

And so she has grown,

But she continues to be,

Eternally ours,



The little moppet,

Who brought with her,

Rainbow and sunshine

As she painted our lives

With every hue and colour!!




By Sudha H Sharma






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Words Waltz




Words waltz
your neuro molecules dance
you pour out trash on hash
hallucinate on mescaline
see unfolding of divine
creation in procreation
and what more, don't ask -
you'll do tango and samba
and waltz in one dance.





By Unknown White Wings





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[Man]

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Words Waltz



Seems like what drives me crazy
Don't have no effect on you,
So I'm going to keep on at it,
Till it drives you crazy too.




By Langston Hughes:





--> Man

[Man]

Poem



Too much love


Too much of
anything is bad.
Too much of
unconditional

love of a woman
sends her man
to a whore for
conditional love.







By Unknown White Wings






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A Soul Gone……



Dressed in Rags, Wrinkled Face

In Hunger, Despair sat Forlorn



A morsel of bread, some rice,

Some pennies in Disdain & Scorn



People pass, people stop

Some bend down to give an alm



No one has the time to see

A mortal no more but a soul gone……….









By Ramanpreet K






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Forever


relationship love friendship

I was wretched and sore
gone astray in the darkness
searching in wilderness
for a streak of hope

Suddenly one evening
I saw the dark skies clearing
like a splash of light
you came into my life

You stretched your rainbow
and all joys it did bring
I felt floating in the air
without a pair of wings

From that instant on
our comradeship did start
but little did I realize then
the euphoria that you brought

You kissed away my woes
wreathed me in smiles
You secluded my heart
Chinwags a lot

I just thought God
sent you from above
but then I grew fearful
for you had fallen in love

I told you this feeling
and you said this way
”friendship is healing
but love is more to weigh”

Worried was I
A friend I was loosing
from morning till nigh
Thoughts of you sprucing

I was speechless….
As caught in a spell
Our love will never recess
to me you did tell

Then he whispered
that by my right side
He will ever stand
And I will be his bride









By Sophizz






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Come, take me in your arms




Come, open the window
let the fresh air come in
I am tired of this solitude

Come, throw these pills
and capsules into dustbin
they can't cure my depression

Come, read to me some poem
which you wrote for me
when love blossomed here

Come, take me out for a walk
I am tired of laying on bed
let me smell the scent of roses

Come, take me on a long drive
switch on the stereo in the car
let me hear our favorite song

Come, take me in your arms
fill my soul with your love
which has evaporated since long

Come, heal my wounded wings
let the sun and the moon and the stars
enlighten my soul once more

Come, kiss me passionately
awake my sensations again
I want to live once more





By Yash Chhabra






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Karma


I come fast to the real thing
and do it right with heart,
be it any act of merry making -
eating, drinking, procreating -
or bribing, thieving or stealing,
for God made me a bad man.
I listen to Krishna
and do my Karma best.





By Unknown White Wings







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[Man]

Poem


Another Birthday



Her spirit searches
in time’s stretches
for another
get together
to express and reveal,
to caress and feel
amidst love’s embers
kindled all over.

But then she trudges
in time’s mounts
taking in bits and pieces
her rationed grants,
cheering or complaining
angry or revolting,
at last to submit
and slowly accept.

Her spirit again searches
in day dreams…
and finds a kaleidoscope,
so beautiful and charming
and full of hope
holding all her own,
at every turn
it gathers no blemish
rather a wish embellished,
a secure cocoon
to return
to again and again.





By Sunanda Satish







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[Man]

Poem


Winter evening snow


Winter evening snow,
silence.
I stand against
my window
to see the
orange
sun setting.
Suddenly I
hear a crow
caw-cawing as if
lamenting the early
winter blow


By Unknown White Wings







--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Innocence shattered.


The pain filled biwildered voices,
The lost sad eyes that somehow arent innocent anymore,
The hand that was to protect,
this shattering pain it inflicts,
there is no where to hide,
no place even deep inside,
no safe harbour,
no sweet haven,
where do i go when this hell,
this hell was to be my heaven.
The pain filled biwildered voices,
why live, no choices...

mads

By Madhuri Manral







--> Man

[Man]

Poem


MOON IS IN LOVE......


Beneath a veil of midnight blue
the moon and stars together.


Moon and Star


Star and Moon


Marvelous night for a moon,


When the moon dance with the stars,


Every thing becomes silent with out moon


If you listen quietly in the night


When the moon is shining in the blue sky


You will here the laughter of stars


When they play with the moon


Their laughter sounds like enchanted bells!


Those sliver little stars love to play


Under the night’s studded sky


Moon and star


Star and moon


Two hearts, bound with love


Two hands, locked forever


Some times they come together


Some times each one alone


Moon sad under a starless sky


Star crying in moonless night


Moon and Star


Star and moon


What ever reason behind


Their constant friendship whines


the moon and stars as our witnesses

We vow our hearts, souls, and bodies to each other

Ever, Forever, Never to be parted

For better, for worse;

For richer, for poorer;

In sickness and in health;

In joy and in sorrow;

To love and to cherish;

and to be faithful to you alone,

as long as we both shall live.



By Unknown Woman's Love







--> Man


Click On The Picture To Enlarge

[Man]

Poem


LOVE IS JUST LOVE




It is hard to define love

If we do, then that won’t be love

Love is all about vibrations that you get

When that special person you met



Love is all about passion without any boundary

Motivating you to actually sacrifice, not just to mention in a diary

Love is the connection of thought and mind

Love is deadly, may bring near death experience, just to remind



Age is just a number, does not limit sacrifice and procrastinate

For young or old, joy and pain don’t discriminate

Love is just love and doesn’t need characterizing

Just feel it, some times deep pain, sometimes mesmerizing



Love is all about that synchronized heartbeat

Developing that sixth sense, feeling other’s heat

My advice, don’t go in the love domain

Very potent, worst than any venom, outside please you remain




By Dr. Nanua Singh.,




--> Man

[Man]

Poem

When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.
Song. From Juvenile Poems.

> Thomas Moore


--> Man

[Man]

Poem


A Special Christmas Gift




Meaningless nothings that you speak

clutter the air that we breath
you keep insisting to me

it's the truth that you seek, please
I am girl but not stupid,
together, our future is bleak

you see yourself in me

that's your reason for matrimony
I need some rest, me some peace

this tension is killing, I need release
you two timing son of a bitch

you think I don't see your motives
you slept with my friend twice last week

nothing you say now will I believe
you are born to do nothing but deceive
love unsuspecting fools like me

just to thieve
how could you be such a freak

I loved you,

you gave me nothing

but nights without sleep
you broke my spirit.
let me say this, I repeat,
by the time you read this missive
you will have nothing more to feel
your body will shutdown for eternity
never again do what you bid

a vegetable that's what you will be
for the rest of your life just sit
think what your life could have been,
a wheel chair full of dreams.
For you, this is my special Christmas gift.



By Big Mojo


--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Where do i begin now?


My thoughts are shattered
and words are broken
my mind's numb and heart's sore
tired of pretentious faces
my eyes search for the truth
my hands are reaching for you
there's blinding light upon my face
but there's just darkness inside,
where have i lost it all
where do i begin now?

I see my silent stranger there
and hear the sweet whisper in my dreams
i open my eyes and see the perfect face
but my mind hasn't opened up yet
the faces are empty now
and shadows are fake
i turn back and see life's betrayal
now am living for life's sake,
where have i lost it all
where do i begin now?


By Unknown


--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Final Second

Body covered with snow,
Arms freezing to death,
I lay in the open air,
Neither blanket nor any cover.

I open my eyes,
A shelter I see,
I try to cover my body,
In this deserted car.

Fingers stiff, Legs broke,
Heartbeat slows.
My body shivers,
Before I open the door.

My mind urginging,
Crawling to safety,
But it doesnt know,
My heart is not beating.

Final seconds seemed eternity,
Eyes lay open,
I curl like a baby in womb,
Breathing what’s not air.




By Unknown / Legion


--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Pouring Rain

My heart is weeping,
In the pouring rain,
I cannot hold onto this feeling,
And I feel like drowning in pain,

Love is an emotion,
With no destination,
And how far can I go to love her,
Which I will not know now or ever,

Her smile keeps me going,
I wish no end to this feeling,
Her words gives me meaning,
And my mind feels like smiling.

Now she has to leave,
From this painful place,
Where no mercy awaits her,
And she is crying for some solace.

I wanted to lend my hand,
But she cannot take that,
For she is for some one else,
One who she doesnt know yet.

i wish i could make her mine,
But fate has some other plans,
and My heart is still weeping,
In this pouring rain.




By Unknown / Legion


--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Salutation -

O generation of the thoroughly smug
and thoroughly uncomfortable,
I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,
I have seen them with untidy families,
I have seen their smiles full of teeth
and heard ungainly laughter.
And I am happier than you are,
And they were happier than I am;
And the fish swim in the lake
and do not even own clothing.


By - Ezra Pound



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


SUNSET


I sit and gaze across the sea
The creations of life surround me
As I dive deeper into my meditation
A time of reflection, time of our memories
Our accomplishments…our failures
Things we are ashamed of, to speak aloud
Unkindness shown, stupid deeds done
Wrong choices made. .and regretted
there’s no reason to live, little reason to go on further
would anyone else care or miss me if I am gone?
It's a question I ask everyday
To live is to prolong suffering
To breathe is – only to smother
Do not doubt, nor regret
Never misstep or forget
Still I go on, hoping things will change
I am coming to the junction of life and death
It's a hard decision when you have nothing left!
I am not alone in my thinking, nor am I alone in the confusion
Of my true feelings, of what has now become my life.
There are, ah, so many reasons to stay here and yet…
I feel the darkness engulfing my heart
My hands become pale as the setting sun illuminates me
The cool breeze embraces me
I bow my head in a parting final prayer
A tribute of faith I give to God!


By - Unknown / Woman's Love



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Christmas Celebrations



Christmas stars brightened the sky,

Houses got illuminated by stars,

Rare comes such days of joy,

In the universe ridden with internal darkness,

Saving the materials and material comforts,

Tearing to pieces one’s own soul and internal peace,

Making the earth a hell rather a heaven;

As a year rolls out making room for a new year to roll in,

Save the soul to learn from the babes the invaluable Truth.



Celebrate the joy of this life like a babe,

Ever ready to learn the truth of love and peace,

Living word of a living being is invaluable,

Earning aplenty the joy of living in truth,

Braving over all obstacles on the path to meet truth,

River like flawless flow of water made of drops,

Always loving and longing to join the ocean of peace,

Tiding over the prides waving waves of love,

In the same water rocking at rocks to break as drops,

Once again to join the ocean of peace and love,

Nurturing the hope to have a world of peace and love,

Saving one’s soul to travel in peace to immortality.


By - Sri Ram Nivedit



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


where is my heart...

One day i came
to knew that you
disturbed my heart ..
..
Even i was shocked
i was silent with
smile in my lips..

Today when i realised
i missed my heart
i mourn in pain..

'"Can i get back
my heart..""


By - Unknown / Diff



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


PAIL OF MILK



Temple priest told worshippers:
“Tomorrow is our festive day.
Each of you, be pleased to bring
A tumbler of milk for the deity.”

Milk was to be poured in a pail
Specially kept for the purpose.
One devotee thought in secret:
“This suits my purpose very well;

I will take a tumbler of water
And quietly pour it in the pail.
As all the others will bring milk
It won’t make any difference.”

Secret would have gone unnoticed,
Had not others got the same idea.
When the priest came for the milk
All he saw, was a pail full of water!


By - K V A Kutty



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


GREAT DEEDS



Great men perform great deeds
Others only nurse great wishes.
The great see greatness in all,
But they are the envy of others.

Great deeds are there for all
To perform in their daily lives.
Our duties skillfully performed
Are without doubt great deeds.

“Do not do to others, whatever
You won’t like others do to you”
This is the Dharma preached, by all
Religions to their faithful followers.

Talk not of great men and small
Think of great deeds, not small.
One’s own duty performed well
Makes great, both man and deed.

Giving with no thought of receiving,
Kindness shown for no recompense,
Love devoid of desire to be loved,
Charity given in the hour of need,

Sending a look of compassion
To a soul steeped in sorrow;
These are great deeds, for which,
Will, not wealth, is all you need.


By - K V A Kutty



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Imaginary Identity


I am learning the meaning of being obsessed

It looks like; with some kind of spirits I am possessed

How come I see only you through every lens?

You tell me, does it make any sense



What is this story and how do I explain to the world at large?

That you being an imaginary identity, into my life you just barge

I write fiction and you become my source of inspiration

For all the crap you take, certainly deserves more than just admiration



For me, although imaginary, you are my life

Actually you are more than me, my dear my life

How can I thank you for being there for me so selflessly

Helping me to become a blossoming poet so quickly




By - Dr. Nanua Singh.



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Brain Repair



an old unsold rancid wine

stinking stuff worth only to drain

in a bottle new ye fill fine

cheating? how long? now refrain

waging a losing battle in vain?

come on I shall repair thy brain !





By - D M R Sekhar.



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Should Moth make suicide ?


There is a deep

Hided lesson deep

There is a flame of deep

Flying towards sky



Circling this way that way

Whichever way it finds



Moth falls in love

Moth becomes blind

To see brightness



Flying to die

Flying towards sky

Seeing the brightness of light,

The moth loses its life!



Don’t be blind follower of leader

Don’t be blind of dynasty






By - Premendra Agrawal.,



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Should Moth make suicide ?


Don’t make leader a God

Don’t place on pedestal



Learn from fallen leader

Don’t’ place them on pedestals

Don’t lace their photo

Don’t place their statue

In the place of God

By - Premendra Agrawal.,


--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Should Moth make suicide ?


There is a deep

Hided deep lesson

There is a flame of deep

Flying towards sky


By - Premendra Agrawal.,


--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Better Days


I haven't seen so many lies
lay siege destroying my life
fight myself, I vomit in despise

as I claw back into that vapid line.



I'm prisoner in time without a trial

forced silence of a whole tribe
between you and I, truth hides
whispering its last silent cry.



I seek to fly into the open sky
my broken wings never justify

try as I might it denies
to accept this servitude for a life.



Love is unborn, so it never dies

my heart sold in pieces for a price
my lips are parched, eyes dry
I'm offered to their Gods in sacrifice.



I close my eyes, look inside
see your face look at me and smile
a guillotine is not a choice,
heaven waits the true martyr.


By Big Mojo




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Teachers teach



Teachers teach,

Students learn.



And then there are times,

Student teach,

Teacher’s learn,

Through the process of teaching.



Teachers teach,

Students learn.



And in cases,

The teacher is life,

And the students are us.



We learn,

Through every thing around us.



We learn from nature around us,

Learn to respect the abundance gifted to us,

For free.



We learn from those around them,

Learn how to love and how to be loved,

Without any motive but love.



We learn from strangers,

Learn how we are surrounded constantly by the new,

Waiting to be explored.



We learn from the dead,

Learn how precious life is and to live it,

Without waiting before it all ended.



We are born,

To be taught,

Once we are taught,

To teach,

Teach those around us,

Teach that which is within us…!!!





By Love Stuck Romeo




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


BURROWED INSIDE



Standing in the middle I am burrowed inside

Forfeiting the games you play and decide

I look in your eyes to find a stranger

I look around to find my way

to find my peace and the lost gay



Looking back I clearly see

what is all that’s killing me

My pride is swept away in your prejudice

and Its hard to follow now all the wise advise

I open my eyes to realise; I am all burrowed inside



Drank so much last night

that now I feel like I am drowned

in the glass that’s all empty

Now the air is so heavy for me to carry on

to find the way back to lift me up as I am so fallen down



Dropped to the knees for the broken dreams

I have wasted it all for the truths that were lies

It was never the way as it seemed to my yellow eyes

Its been a long time you heard me through

You never wanted to that’s also not untrue



So let it be as I walk on my own

in my world and leave you in yours

It’s hard for me without you when I come home

but it doesn’t matters as you never felt that I am gone

Back to the old space I realise

I was a fool to believe in the empty dream

Now my wings are falling beside

and its time again to walk alone

for the rest of my life with myself all burrowed inside



Gone...away….away….away…. don’ try to find me…’cos you won’t be…. I am buried….buried deep inside!!









By Achilees




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


ENCOUNTER

Last evening,
I saw you
After a hiatus.
And there was
An implosion....

Our eyes
Locked together,
Just as our bodies had
So often.

For an evanescent moment
I saw
In your eyes
A glint
Of the searing passion
That had torched my being.

We stood staring
Like
Strangers on a train
Sizing each other up
Before starting
A conversation.

I felt a tug
On my arm,
Like a reluctant canine
On a leash,
I followed
My present owner.

I looked back
For one last glimpse
You too had turned
A half smile
On your lovely face
Was it empathy
Or pity
I’ll never know.







By RAMENDRA KUMAR.,






--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Although I'm Getting Older



Although my hairline's shrinking,

my head is full of bliss.

I've given up much thinking,

and bad thoughts I dismiss.



Although I'm more forgetful,

I don't forget my Self.

I never envy anyone;

inside I always delve.



Although my vision's getting worse,

I'll tell you what I see ─

I see all people as myself;

I see everyone as me.



Although my stomach's wider,

it's filled with lots of air.*

That air is God's own energy

and counters all despair.



Although I cannot run as fast

as when I was fifteen,

the power of my energy

is something to be seen.



Although I'm getting older,

I'm getting very young.

For this kind of thing to happen,

sadhana must be done.

By Harry Kottler



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


left and right





present society has an error

they plead and spread all terror

a theory, a religion they do refer

do not mind if people suffer



you are right when you left

right is rogue if causing rift

left and right both are wrong

middle path is always strong



By D M R Sekhar



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


The Dwarves Advice Snow White

Snow White, dear Snow White
Don't go alone into the wild,

a million beasts there lie and wait
evil step mom's minions of hate.



They hate your beautiful face
more than their own ugly visage
your step mother is such a disgrace

stabbed herself just to seal your fate.



Believe us Child, make no mistake

the evil is real and so is the hate

enemy lurks behind smiling faces so fake

getting ready to pounce on its prey.



Disguised as allies, they will arrive
evil's devious camp will send spies
luring you with innocent charms
never resting till you choke and die.


Don't speak to strangers of any kind
no matter when they come, in what guise
they have just one thing on their mind

to trap you and cut you to many slice.

Beware of apples whenever offered
it's no love that's being served
there's no kindness in these hearts
only a death wish to justify their evil path.



The Evil will in the end die
till then you will have to survive
use your head to keep you safe
never must you make decisions in haste.



Don't judge anyone by what they say,
don't believe things are as they seem,
Remember this, Oh! Beautiful Child,

the Good will win as it's destined!




By Big Mojo



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Happy days, strangers!


love Happy days

I look into the mirror!
What I see there
should make you happy---
because it is you there,
not any stranger.

Now I rivet my eyes
inside your mind
and what I feel inside
should make you happy--
because it is again you,
not by any stranger.

I look out through the window
at the farthest thing in my sight,
and that should make you also happy”
because it is only you can get there,
not by any stranger.

I looked down the road
from your doorsteps,
at all the people moving in,
and that should make me happy--
because they are all strangers.




By SESHU CHAMARTY.,



--> Man

[Man]

Poem


The Tree Grows Everyday



the world can first tire you, physically, exhaust you
draw out red drops out of every pore
even from 2 am, and keep you going, going, going
mercilessly, without emotion -
until the ordinary cries, pleads: enough; enough;
but the strong continue; you will continue
because first tiring you it can force you into a corner,
exhausted, beaten, wizened and scared…
until the ordinary cries, pleads: enough; enough;
but the strong continue; you will continue
you will march, you will walk, you will sing
and at 6pm, the world admits its defeat,
and yet it is no one’s
defeat one wants,
just a quiet peace for all;
and while the ordinary is broken, the resilient smiles
not gloating, but smiles
for that is the nature of the strong;
and at 6.30pm, with the darkness descending, one can stand before
one’s window and look out at the park,
and one notices - ah, that tree that shed its bark and grew new cover,
it’s blooming now,
and it’s swaying ever so gently, ever so gently,
tickling the sky, tickling the sky:
look at me, look at me…smile with me…
the ordinary becomes strong with the tree…
look at me, look at me…smile with me…
each day is new
and each day I grow and I laugh…

the tree grows everyday


By Raj Arumugam,




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


I Wanna be

Belonging



My Momma told me early on

That you’ve gotta be somebody



My Papa goaded me on

to earn a good degree



My friends kept telling me

What they planned to be



While I kept searching

For the meaning of be



Deep down inside

And up above all



I searched for be

Couldn’t find the meaning



But I’m never gonna give up

Nor run out of reasons



In my quest to be

And wanting to be



Till then I guess I’ll be

Just a wanna-be


By poet Bittersweet,




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


LAUGHS and TEARS -


Laughs and Tears

Think to laugh,think to laugh-
always we, standing in the scene of life,
always we like to laugh,we like to laugh-
our lips looking forward to laugh like a wind blow-
in the path of life,to smile as a shining star in the path of life.
Never we like to cry ,never we like to cry -
to cry as an owl in the darkness of life,in the darkness of life.
Moments ,sudden ,sudden walks forward in the scene of life-
lends us screams of cry,screams of cry,affects our serenity-
from the heart ,sad notes tune out,sad notes tune out-
shower tears from the eyes,shower tears from the eyes-
now we forget to laugh ,now we forget to laugh-
really ,just a simple thing in any way-
leave us to cry,leave us to cry-
always join with the scene of life,always join with the scene of life-
always we think to relish sweety ,sweety laughs,
only we sink in,sink in to salty,salty tears-
in this scene of life,in this path of life.
A laugh ,a laugh,just a real tonic for health-
says a real tonic for health.
A cry,a cry,just a relief in the scene of life-
shows a relief in the path of life.
Never can we think only to laugh ,only to laugh?
Never can we think only to cry,only to cry ?
Then can we say kudos to laugh,say kudos to laugh-
lighten our hearts,lighten our path of life ,lighten our scene of life.
Can we wear a mask ,cover our cries, cover our cries?
Can we laugh ,can we laugh with a cry in mind ,with a cry in mind?
Can we cry,can we cry with a laugh in mind,with a laugh in mind?
Cries come in way, laughs come in way-
in this path of life,in this scene of life.
In this world of Divine touch ,in this world of Divine touch-
never can we measure this circle of life,this circle of life-
with both phases of happiness and sadness?
In this world of Divine touch,in this world of Divine touch-
can we fly away from this rhythm of life ,the truth of life?




By Suneetha P S,




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


The War Within


Rescue me from darkness.
Rescue me from me

Fill my heart with affability
for mine is empty
besieged by anxiety,
The heavens above me spin
I am inundated by the desire
that drives my sins
I was so corrupt in life,
can I be at least pure in death?
Or will I take a life
each time I take a breath?

Blind me from darkness
Blind me from me

Protect me from my being
I've live so recklessly
Help me from giving in
to every desire
close my eyes to the sweetness
I see in lusts fires
hide me
trap my spirit
don't let my mind roll
to have control

Liberate me from darkness.
Liberate me from me.

Release my soul,
mind and body.
let me gaze death in its eye
and rise into the sky
strengthen my heart to embrace death
courage till my final breathe
I am far from darkness
I am far from me.
I am far from all
but my destiny
.....excuse me!



By Sophizz




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


DO YOU WANT A CHICKEN SANDWICH


the moment my mother opened the door
to the living room and saw me on the knees
with my cock in my hand jerking off
in front of the television set with a hot magazine by my side
and she gasped and quickly shut the door
but she did finish what she started to say
when she first pushed it open which was
do you want a chicken sandwich
Okay I said probably to the door and put my cock in my pants
and went and ate my chicken sandwich
while in the next room through all of this excitement
my father was playing the violin always the same old song

-



By Norman Stock




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


You disappoint me

wateva

What absurd lengths we go
To safely cushion our own ego

I was raised to believe
In fairness, justice and liberty
I never did think it cool to cheat
To mistreat, mislead or deceive

I expect you too my friend
To be as decent as you can be
But here you are, here you go again
You never fail to disappoint me

You take the low road with impunity
The In thing? The Done thing? Please, spare me!
What a lousy example for posterity
You set, as you celebrate every fraility

Just when I thought I saw something
That rare spark of humanity
You give it away again for free
You never fail to disappoint me

Just when I am swayed to hope
That you can think independently
It rises again, that common streak
No, you never fail to disappoint me



-



By R Madhuri.,




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


JUST ME

Do I speak my mind,
Or do I keep my audience in mind?
Sometimes I’ve wondered and do confess
Too much thinking doesn’t bless
A piece of writing with that zing
Just let go and enjoy the fling
With your creation, and have fun--
It has it’s own place under the sun.

Will it be good, I don’t know
Just let my thoughts flow
So what if it comes out “feel good”?
As long as it moves someone as it should.
It can be lovey-dovey, it can be dark
Just put it out there, bare and stark.
If to myself I am true
I write what I will---rosy or blue.

If I write it from my heart
That should make it a work of art.
I don’t want to judge it, just let it be
As an expression of me.
I write what I can and don’t care
Love it, hate it, that’s all fair.
I will no longer lament
If people read it and do not comment.






By Anne G.,




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


How I play with my mind


Worry or Joy, I parse it carefully before sending it to my wonderful database

I do error bucketing of unwanted thoughts and negative feelings

the inputs are formatted to suite my purpose in life.

The inputs may be rugged, but it filter it to be smooth

The inputs may be weak, but I amplify it to be strong

I swing it to have a better look and feel

I archive my precious lovely moments

Dont be suprised to hear about my mental triggers and cursors

I use my triggers to prevent people altering my character

Negative thoughts and Bad influences fail to reach the inner me

As the trigger triggers the resistance and courage

The cursors access my memory day by day, minute by minute, when in need

to review each second, may it be the lovelist moment in life or the most careless blunder I woould have made

My normalised minds database prevents remembering repeated opinions

And there are joins to associate the related facts

Strod procs and methods to store my experiences

And worries are all transient

I try and catch the expections that could cause mental trauma or depression, at the initial stage

And finally close all possible interventions.

My love and ethics are static and private

My hobbies and interest are instance

My chitchats are local

Thus I program my mind for longer lifetime

preventing from internal and external bugs, cruel viruses and hacking

I hope it will work smooth even during high load of tensions in everyday lfe



By Unknown




--> Man

[Man]

Poem


Love


I love you how
you love me
how you love
me I love you
I do love you
you love me too
when you love me
I love you too
and ask you
how do you do
me I love you
I do love you
you love me too
when you love me
I love you too
and ask you
how do you do


By White Wings



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My little poem

Selfless love little poem

Live the life
to the fullest
And hurt no one
then you're the strongest
Always be true
to each and every one
Then you'll face no rue
but lots and lots of fun



By Unknown



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World of Joy

This passing world...
passing time...

No start no end
No foe no friend

People come and go
They see you, laugh at you, laugh with you
what difference does it make?
as it all leads nowhere...

This passing world...
passing time...

Jealous, anger and hatred..
why in such short period?

This is no time to mourn
but only share your fun

Believe you're in caring hands
Thats the holy god's hands




By Unknown



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I dont change!

I may swim among nemos
but I dont become one

I may eat among scooby doos
But that doesnt make me to eat like one

I may have to walk among chimpanzees
but surely that doesnt makes me to look like one!




By Unknown



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Role Playing


I'm hoping they'll get married
and opt to tie the knot
living together
gets the sacredness of it shot

Couples who want to wear wedding rings
stir up congradulations and wows
instead they're in their apartment complex
far from reciting holy vows

Do you think their parents and relatives
will one day smile
Do you think they'll ever arm in arm
stride down the isle

I've seen a bride's pride
I've seen a groom's zest
in cheetah ragalia, not white
is how I see them dressed



By Brave* Heart



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If I Loved God


If I loved God
the way that he loves me
and showed the compassion
that he shows daily

and treated him
with fairness and respect
with no favors in return
to expect

I'd be batting 1000
instead of sitting on the bench
I'd be getting A's and B's
instead of failing each test

I'd be all smiles
happy as could be
If I loved God
the way that he loves me



By Brave* Heart



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A Letter to you


While writing
An email to you
I realised,
I have been writing to you
for many ages
many lives

In the dark age
For so many life times
I wrote to you
In un-noted wild tones

In the stone age
With spark of stones

In the Bronze age
With arrowheads

I wrote to you
from caves of Ajanta-Elora
With chisels and hammers

I wrote to you
On many-canvases
With colourful touches
Of rainbow Brushes

I wrote to you
On the bodies of
Many musical instruments
With waves of music.

With Peacock feather
On the pages of Vedas
Granths and Geeta
I wrote so many letters to you.

While writing
An email to you
I realised,
After so many letters
I still couldn’t express
The touch of that light
You put into my soul
I still couldn’t write
What I really want to
I must continue…



By Onkar Preet.,



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Unites As One........

United As One



One person can never make a difference.
So many of us looking for a savior
but never seem to find that savior
all that we want is too....
restructure this country
Make it a better place for women
realizing, it may never happen.
Think about your own situation
Whether it’s your.....
family...workplace...city or country,
Only a team effort can make a difference
Sitting and hoping that day will come
doesn't seem possible in my eyes for...
The day of devils peaceful sleep should be over
the lives that these men have ruined
will lose everything
those whom they haven't will become successful
or be ruined at their own hand.
but I have risen from being ruined
his hand won't ruin me anymore
If we stand united as one
These men will know how it feels
To be degraded by their own women
The women they treated so inhuman.

just think how they will feel
their pride being torn apart
the humiliation suffered from their own hand
will now be turned on themselves
Let them self-destruct...feel inhuman
while we, the women of India....
stand united as one

"Lines composed after hearing that a Yong girl raped by some group.... Now she is pregnant and infected with AIDS.




By Woman's Love



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DESIRE

death revival intense desire love

The intensity of missing you is very intense

Feels like being with you right now, be any pretense

Just imagine, some one gasping for last little breath

I am in that state, longing for you before my death

Remembering you, see even in my last moments

You were always on mind, up to the last remnants



At least come in spirits, you and me believed in divinity

Waiting for that moment, I believed in you with total certainty

Please remember, in spite of last gasp of my survival

You being even with thoughts, will be a source of next birth revival

As I fade into absolute anonymity

My desire is to live with you even posthumously





By Dr. Nanua Singh.,



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Cold Sunday Morning Love

Love


Soft pillow under my head
you beside me in the bed

this cold Sunday morning
burning in our yearning

we need no tea, no eggs, no bread
only unending love all day instead



By White Wings



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honour corruption villainy holiness
riding in fragrance of sunlight (side by side
all in a singing wonder of blossoming yes
riding) to him who died that death should be dead

humblest and proudest eagerly wandering
(equally all alive in miraculous day)
merrily moving through sweet forgiveness of spring
(over the under the gift of the earth of the sky

knight and ploughman pardoner wife and nun
merchant frere clerk somnour miller and reve
and geoffrey and all) come up from the never of when
come into the now of forever come riding alive

down, while crylessly drifting through vast most
nothing's own nothing children go of dust.

-e. e. cummings



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Chaucer

An old man in a lodge within a park;
The chamber walls depicted all around
With portraiture of huntsman, hawk, and hound,
And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark,
Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark
Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound;
He listened and he laugheth at the sound,
Then writeth in a book like any clerk.
He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote
The Canterbury Tales, and his old age
Made beautiful with song; and as I read
I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note
Of lark and linnet, and from every page
Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.

-Longfellow


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On Shakespear

What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones,
The labour of an age in piled Stones,
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame,
What need'st thou such weak witnes of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thy self a live-long Monument.
For whilst toth' shame of slow-endeavouring art,
Thy easie numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book,
Those Delphick lines with deep impression took
Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving,
Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving;
And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie,
That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die.

-- John Milton


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Shakespeare

Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask—Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill,
Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty,

Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea,
Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place,
Spares but the cloudy border of his base
To the foil'd searching of mortality;

And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know,
Self-school'd, self-scann'd, self-honour'd, self-secure,
Didst tread on earth unguess'd at.—Better so!

All pains the immortal spirit must endure,
All weakness which impairs, all griefs which bow,
Find their sole speech in that victorious brow.

--Matthew Arnold



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"On Reading 'Omeros'"
February 1991

The patio bent its hooked finger to hold us,
an ell collectiong our thoughts in its corner,
particles of faith we had that a poet
at the helm of his craft could unfix
the blank stare aimed at things in his mirror.

Each slow lift of the head raised the question
whose ears turned, whose eyes showed recognition,
who listened from here and heard and applauded
him lifting like Atlas the stones of these islands
from the indifferent slap of the ocean.

Pulling in nets we caught worlds that his pen had
created and found our little green places
drawn with strokes of his words on maps of the globe.
A sunrise of pride suffused us. but faces
clouded with queries and quickly changed season.

Our sentences cried. Are aloof New York Times
reviewers blinded by stereotypes, unravellers
of metaphors smelt from links of our chain?
Are they, by proxy, readers that strain at the seine
while the catch that is ours drifts without owners?

We sat and we wondered what gives him the power
that labours unpraised by these cays. Distant sounds
of thunder responded. Not for praise nor garlands
does he shape a village. Love sustains every image
and serves, like communion, every word on the page.

--Cecil Gray



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"Osip Mandelshtam 1891 - 1940"

I once did an hour-long T. V. show reading
from your Stamen and Tristia: out there
were my compatriots who had never before
heard of your name and pain, your nightmare fate;
of course, the impresario spoke impressively
about your stay in Paris where you mastered
the French symbolists, your skill as translator
(what pre-Belsen Jew hadn't promiscuously
shacked up with five or six gentile cultures?),
the Hellenic feeling in your prose and poems
-- to be brief, he filled in the familiar picture
of enlightened Jew, ass bard to the winds

Butr when that self-taught master symbolist
il miglior fabbro put you on his list of touchables
that was the end; you perished in the land waste
of Siberia, precisely where no one knows and few care
for in that stinking imperium whose literature
you adorned like a surreal Star of David
you're still an unclaimed name, a Jewish ghost
who wanders occasionally into enclaves
of forlorn intellectuals listening
for the ironic scrape of your voice
in the subversive hum of underground presses

I know my fellow Canadians, Osip;
they forgot your name and fate as quickly
as they learned them, switching off
the contorted image of pain with their sets,
choosing a glass darkness to one which starting
in the mind covers the earth in permanent eclipse;
so they chew branflakes and crabmeat, gossip, make love,
take out insurance against fires and death
while our poetesses explore their depressions
in delicate complaints regular as menstruation
or eviserate a dead god for metaphors;
the men-poets displaying codpieces of wampum,
the safer legends of prairie Indian and Eskimo

Under a sour and birdless heaven
T. V. crosses stretch across a flat Calvary
and plaza storewindows give me
the blank expresionless stare of imbeciles:
this is Toronto, not St. Petersburg on the Neva;
though seas death and silent decades separate us
we yet speak to each other, brother to brother;
your forgotten martyrdom has taught me scorn
for hassidic world-savers without guns and tanks:
they are mankind's gold and ivory toilet bowls
where brute orl dictator relieves himself
when reading their grave messages to posterity
-- let us be the rapturous eye of the hurricane
flashing the Jew's will, his mocking contempt for slaves.

-- Irving Layton


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George Gordon Lord Byron

The Destruction of Sennacherib

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!




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Very Like a Whale

One thing that literature would be greatly the better for
Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of simile and
metaphor.
Authors of all races, be they Greeks, Romans, Teutons or Celts,
Can't seem just to say that anything is the thing it is but have to
go out of their way to say that it is like something else.
What does it mean when we are told
That that Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold?
In the first place, George Gordon Byron had enough experience
To know that it probably wasn't just one Assyrian, it was a lot of
Assyrians.
However, as too many arguments are apt to induce apoplexy and
thus hinder longevity.
We'll let it pass as one Assyrian for the sake of brevity.
Now then, this particular Assyrian, the one whose cohorts were
gleaming in purple and gold,
Just what does the poet mean when he says he came down like a
wolf on the fold?
In heaven and earth more than is dreamed of in our philosophy
there are great many things.
But I don't imagine that among them there is a wolf with purple
and gold cohorts or purple and gold anythings.
No, no, Lord Byron, before I'll believe that this Assyrian was
actually like a wolf I must have some kind of proof;
Did he run on all fours and did he have a hairy tail and a big red
mouth and big white teeth and did he say Woof Woof?
Frankly I think it is very unlikely, and all you were entitled to say,
at the very most,
Was that the Assyrian cohorts came down like a lot of Assyrian
cohorts about to destroy the Hebrew host.
But that wasn't fancy enough for Lord Byron, oh dear me no, he
had to invent a lot of figures of speech and then interpolate them,
With the result that whenever you mention Old Testament soldiers
to people they say Oh yes, they're the ones that a lot of
wolves dressed up in gold and purple ate them.
That's the kind of thing that's being done all the time by poets,
from Homer to Tennyson;
They're always comparing ladies to lilies and veal to venison,
And they always say things like that the snow is a white blanket
after a winter storm.
Oh it is, is it, all right then, you sleep under a six-inch blanket of
snow and I'll sleep under a half-inch blanket of unpoetical
blanket material and we'll see which one keeps warm,
And after that maybe you'll begin to comprehend dimly
What I mean by too much metaphor and simile.

Ogden Nash



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John Keats, 1821 - 1950"

Keats was Miss McKinney's class, 12th grade English,
and we could tell she loved him
by the way she scolded us. 'Why is it
you young, spoiled people never look?'

Poetry was what we learned 'by heart'.
I can still see it, that clammy, Coke-stained textbook's
Ode to Autumn. I think I half-believed I was him,
the spirit of Keats come back, in me, to Michigan.

Devoid of thatch-eaves, lambs, and granary floors,
Ann Arbor had its river. I hymned the sallows under
violent-coloured maples. Crickets I remember,
and how the fierce gnats' wailing was oracular.

-- Anne Stevenson



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"Sestina for Pat Lane After
Reading 'Albino Pheasants'"

Pale beak . . . pale eye . . . the dark imagination
flares like magnesium. And but, pale flesh
and I am lifted to a weightless world:
watered cerulean, chrome-yellow, light,
and green, veronese -- if I remember -- a soft wash
recalls a summer evening sky.

At Barro de Navidad we watched the sky
fade softly like a bruise. Was it imagination
that showed us Venus phosphorescent in a wash
of air and ozone? -- a phosphorescence flesh
wears like a mantle in bright moonlight,
a natural skin-tone in that other world.

Why do I wish to escape this world?
Why do three phrases alter the color of the sky
the clarity, texture even, of the light?
What is there about the irrepressible imagination
that the adjective pale modifying beak, eye and flesh
can set my sensibilities awash?

If with my thickest brush I were to lay a wash
of thinnest water-color I could make a world
as unlike my own dense flesh
as the high-noon midsummer sky;
but it would not catch at my imagination
or change the waves or particles of light

yet pale can tip the scales, make light
this heavy planet. If I were to wash
everything I own in mercury, would imagination
run rampant in that suddenly silver world --
free me from gravity, set me floating sky-
ward -- thistledown -- permanently disburdened of my flesh?

Like cygnets hatched by ducks, our minds and flesh
are imprinted early -- what to me is light
may be dark to one born under a sunny sky.
And however cool the water my truth won't wash
without shrinking except in my own world
which is one part matter, nine parts imagination.

I fear flesh which blocks imagination,
the light of reason which constracts the world.
Pale beak . . . pale eye . . . pale flesh . . . My sky's awash.

--P. K. Page




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"Albino Pheasants"

At the bottom of the field
where thistles throw their seeds
and poplars grow from cotton into trees
in a single season I stand among the weeds.
Fenceposts hold each other up with sagging wire.
Here no man walks except in wasted time.
Men circle me with cattle, cars and wheat.
Machines rot on my margins.
They say the land is wasted when it's wild
and offer plows and apple trees to tame
but in the fall when I have driven them away
with their guns and dogs and dreams
I walk alone. While those who'd kill
lie sleeping in soft beds
huddled against the bodies of their wives
I go with speargrass and hooked burrs
and wait upon the ice alone.

Delicate across the mesh of snow
I watch the pale birds come
with beaks the colour of discarded flesh.
White, their feathers are white,
as if they had been born in caves
and only now have risen to the earth
to watch with pink and darting eyes
the slowly moving shadows of the moon.
There is no way to tell men what to do . . .
the dance they make in sleep
withholds its meaning from their dreams.
That which has been nursed in bone
rests easy upon frozen stone
and what is wild is lost behind closed eyes:
albino birds, pale sisters, succubi.

--Patrick Lane




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An excerpt from Overdue Pilgrimage to Nova Scotia:

In living as in poetry, your art
Refused to tip the scale of being human
By adding unearned weight. "New, tender, quick"--
Nice watchwords; yet how often they invited
The anguish coming only now to light
In letters like photographs from Space, revealing
Your planet tremulously bright through veils
As swept, in fact, by inconceivable
Heat and turbulence -- but there, I've done it,
Added the weight. What tribute could you bear
Without dismay? Well, facing where you lived
Somebody's been inspired (can he have read
"Filling Station"?) to put pumps, a sign:
ESSO-- what else! We filled up at the shrine.

Look, those were elms! Long vanished from our world.
Elms, by whose goblet stems distance itself
Taken between two fingers could be twirled,
Its bouquet breathed. The trees looked cumbersome,
Sickly through mist, like old things on a shelf--
Astrolabes, pterodactyls. They must know.
The forest knows. Out from such melting backdrops
It's the rare conifer stands whole, one sharp
Uniquely tufted spoke of a dark snow crystal
Not breathed upon, as yet, out exhaust.
Part of a scene that with its views and warblers,
And at its own grave pace, but in our footsteps
--Never more immanent the brink, more sheer--
Is making up its mind to disappear.





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"Selecting Iwaszkiewicz's Poems for an Evening
of His Poetry at the National Theater in Warsaw"

When a Polish romantic is sitting on the papal throne,
As if to prove that the powers governing poetry
Can be quite strange, simple tasks cease to be simple.
And I too feel the seriousness of my duty.
How do I present your verses, Jaroslaw,
To people who believe or want to believe
That history has a providential meaning?
Your poems, beautifully made, carry within them
Contents so funereal they can hardly be read
Without harming their admirers. Unfortunately it's so.
Isn't it the case that you succumbed to the temptation,
Deeply sweet, of relief through nonexistence,
Of escape into nothingness? Even if it's true
That after the dream of our species is done with,
Only the immense laughter of the void remains,
Even if we are nothing, lumps of mucus on a beach
Without limit, even then some glory is due
To the brave who raised a protest to the end
Against death, the destroyer of faith. So,
From among your poems I have chosen the ones
That add splendor to the speech of generations,
Which has been for us a home and fortress.
You brought out of your beloved Ukraine
The colors and scents of the steppe in bloom,
And gave us salt breezes from the Aegean Sea,
And the whites and golds of a Byzantine dusk.
always hungry, astonished always by beauty,
You heard into the rhythms of day and nights
And made yourself an instrument of that music.
We still hear in your melodic phrasings,
Despite your doubt, that tone of depths.
And our lips repeat, not all that rarely,
The words and music of your Dionysian prayer.

-- Czeslaw Milosz





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"In Memoriam
Charles Reznikoff"

who wrote
in the great world

small for this is a way

to enter
the light on the kitchen

tables wide-

spread as the mountains'
light this is

heroic this is
the poem

to write

in the great
world small

-- George Oppen




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The old men of Euripides, an abject throng,
Shamble out like sheep.
I slither like a snake,
In my heart--dark injury.

But it will not be long
Before I shake off sadness,
Like a boy in the evening
Shaking sand from his sandals.

--Osip Mandelshtam, translated by James Greene




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"Out, Out–"

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside them in her apron
To tell them "Supper." At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap--
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all--
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man's work, though a child at heart--
He saw all spoiled. "Don't let him cut my hand off--
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!"
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then--the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little--less--nothing!--and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.

Robert Frost



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After Apple-Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.





Robert Frost
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Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust--
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
(Now am I free to be poetical?)
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows--
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches






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Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.








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Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
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For Once, Then Something

Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.





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Good-bye, and Keep Cold

This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
And cold to an orchard so young in the bark
Reminds me of all that can happen to harm
An orchard away at the end of the farm
All winter, cut off by a hill from the house.
I don't want it girdled by rabbit and mouse,
I don't want it dreamily nibbled for browse
By deer, and I don't want it budded by grouse.
(If certain it wouldn't be idle to call
I'd summon grouse, rabbit, and deer to the wall
And warn them away with a stick for a gun.)
I don't want it stirred by the heat of the sun.
(We made it secure against being, I hope,
By setting it out on a northerly slope.)
No orchard's the worse for the wintriest storm;
But one thing about it, it mustn't get warm.
"How often already you've had to be told,
Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold.
Dread fifty above more than fifty below."
I have to be gone for a season or so.
My business awhile is with different trees,
Less carefully nourished, less fruitful than these,
And such as is done to their wood with an axe--
Maples and birches and tamaracks.
I wish I could promise to lie in the night
And think of an orchard's arboreal plight
When slowly (and nobody comes with a light)
Its heart sinks lower under the sod.
But something has to be left to God.









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Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."










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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
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Putting in the Seed

You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,

The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.






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Range-Finding

The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
Before it stained a single human breast.
The stricken flower bent double and so hung.
And still the bird revisited her young.
A butterfly its fall had dispossessed
A moment sought in air his flower of rest,
Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung.

On the bare upland pasture there had spread
O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread
And straining cables wet with silver dew.
A sudden passing bullet shook it dry.
The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,
But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.







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Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep








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Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,
She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage
To meet him in the doorway with the news
And put him on his guard. "Silas is back."
She pushed him outward with her through the door
And shut it after her. "Be kind," she said.
She took the market things from Warren's arms
And set them on the porch, then drew him down
To sit beside her on the wooden steps.

"When was I ever anything but kind to him?
But I'll not have the fellow back," he said.
"I told him so last haying, didn't I?
'If he left then,' I said, 'that ended it.'
What good is he? Who else will harbour him
At his age for the little he can do?
What help he is there's no depending on.
Off he goes always when I need him most.
'He thinks he ought to earn a little pay,
Enough at least to buy tobacco with,
So he won't have to beg and be beholden.'
'All right,' I say, 'I can't afford to pay
Any fixed wages, though I wish I could.'
'Someone else can.' 'Then someone else will have to.'
I shouldn't mind his bettering himself
If that was what it was. You can be certain,
When he begins like that, there's someone at him
Trying to coax him off with pocket-money,--
In haying time, when any help is scarce.
In winter he comes back to us. I'm done."


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"Sh! not so loud: he'll hear you," Mary said.

"I want him to: he'll have to soon or late."

"He's worn out. He's asleep beside the stove.
When I came up from Rowe's I found him here,
Huddled against the barn-door fast asleep,
A miserable sight, and frightening, too--
You needn't smile--I didn't recognise him--
I wasn't looking for him--and he's changed.
Wait till you see."

"Where did you say he'd been?"

"He didn't say. I dragged him to the house,
And gave him tea and tried to make him smoke.
I tried to make him talk about his travels.
Nothing would do: he just kept nodding off."

"What did he say? Did he say anything?"

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"Anything? Mary, confess
He said he'd come to ditch the meadow for me."

"Warren!"

"But did he? I just want to know."

"Of course he did. What would you have him say?
Surely you wouldn't grudge the poor old man
Some humble way to save his self-respect.
He added, if you really care to know,
He meant to clear the upper pasture, too.
That sounds like something you have heard before?
Warren, I wish you could have heard the way
He jumbled everything. I stopped to look
Two or three times--he made me feel so queer--
To see if he was talking in his sleep.
He ran on Harold Wilson--you remember--
The boy you had in haying four years since.
He's finished school, and teaching in his college.
Silas declares you'll have to get him back.
He says they two will make a team for work:
Between them they will lay this farm as smooth!
The way he mixed that in with other things.
He thinks young Wilson a likely lad, though daft
On education--you know how they fought
All through July under the blazing sun,
Silas up on the cart to build the load,
Harold along beside to pitch it on."




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"Yes, I took care to keep well out of earshot."

"Well, those days trouble Silas like a dream.
You wouldn't think they would. How some things linger!
Harold's young college boy's assurance piqued him.
After so many years he still keeps finding
Good arguments he sees he might have used.
I sympathise. I know just how it feels
To think of the right thing to say too late.
Harold's associated in his mind with Latin.
He asked me what I thought of Harold's saying
He studied Latin like the violin
Because he liked it--that an argument!
He said he couldn't make the boy believe
He could find water with a hazel prong--
Which showed how much good school had ever done him.
He wanted to go over that. But most of all
He thinks if he could have another chance
To teach him how to build a load of hay----"




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"I know, that's Silas' one accomplishment.
He bundles every forkful in its place,
And tags and numbers it for future reference,
So he can find and easily dislodge it
In the unloading. Silas does that well.
He takes it out in bunches like big birds' nests.
You never see him standing on the hay
He's trying to lift, straining to lift himself."

"He thinks if he could teach him that, he'd be
Some good perhaps to someone in the world.
He hates to see a boy the fool of books.
Poor Silas, so concerned for other folk,
And nothing to look backward to with pride,
And nothing to look forward to with hope,
So now and never any different."

Part of a moon was falling down the west,
Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw
And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand
Among the harp-like morning-glory strings,
Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves,
As if she played unheard the tenderness
That wrought on him beside her in the night.
"Warren," she said, "he has come home to die:
You needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time."



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"Home," he mocked gently.

"Yes, what else but home?
It all depends on what you mean by home.
Of course he's nothing to us, any more
Than was the hound that came a stranger to us
Out of the woods, worn out upon the trail."

"Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in."

"I should have called it
Something you somehow haven't to deserve."

Warren leaned out and took a step or two,
Picked up a little stick, and brought it back
And broke it in his hand and tossed it by.
"Silas has better claim on us you think
Than on his brother? Thirteen little miles
As the road winds would bring him to his door.
Silas has walked that far no doubt to-day.
Why didn't he go there? His brother's rich,
A somebody--director in the bank."




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He never told us that."

"We know it though."

"I think his brother ought to help, of course.
I'll see to that if there is need. He ought of right
To take him in, and might be willing to--
He may be better than appearances.
But have some pity on Silas. Do you think
If he'd had any pride in claiming kin
Or anything he looked for from his brother,
He'd keep so still about him all this time?"

"I wonder what's between them."

"I can tell you.
Silas is what he is--we wouldn't mind him--
But just the kind that kinsfolk can't abide.
He never did a thing so very bad.
He don't know why he isn't quite as good
As anyone. He won't be made ashamed
To please his brother, worthless though he is."




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"I can't think Si ever hurt anyone."

"No, but he hurt my heart the way he lay
And rolled his old head on that sharp-edged chair-back.
He wouldn't let me put him on the lounge.
You must go in and see what you can do.
I made the bed up for him there to-night.
You'll be surprised at him--how much he's broken.
His working days are done; I'm sure of it."

"I'd not be in a hurry to say that."

"I haven't been. Go, look, see for yourself.
But, Warren, please remember how it is:
He's come to help you ditch the meadow.
He has a plan. You mustn't laugh at him.
He may not speak of it, and then he may.
I'll sit and see if that small sailing cloud
Will hit or miss the moon."

It hit the moon.
Then there were three there, making a dim row,
The moon, the little silver cloud, and she.

Warren returned--too soon, it seemed to her,
Slipped to her side, caught up her hand and waited.

"Warren," she questioned.

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The Oven Bird

There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.




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The Pasture

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.


I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.





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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,



And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.



I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.




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