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An uncalled-for defence becomes a positive accusation.
Fidlers, dogs and flies, come to the feast uncalled.
Sonnet XXIIII
WHen I behold that beauties wonderment,
And rare perfection of each goodly part;
of natures skill the only complement,
I honor and admire the makers art.
But when I feele the bitter balefull smart,
which her fayre eyes vnwares doe worke in mee:
that death out of theyr shiny beames doe dart,
I thinke that I a new Pandora see.
Whom all the Gods in councell did agree,
into this sinfull world from heauen to send:
that she to wicked men a scourge should bee,
for all their faults with which they did offend,
But since ye are my scourge I will intreat,
that for my faults ye will me gently beat.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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Voter
Asking for vote
hate me love me
give me vote.
Take me where
you want
give me chance
to serve.
Not wise to
go anywhere
uncalled for.
Cast vote
enable me to go
where you wait for.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Caput Mortuum
Not even if with a wizard force I might
Have summoned whomsoever I would name,
Should anyone else have come than he who came,
Uncalled, to share with me my fire that night;
For though I should have said that all was right,
Or right enough, nothing had been the same
As when I found him there before the flame,
Always a welcome and a useful sight.
Unfailing and exuberant all the time,
Having no gold he paid with golden rhyme,
Of older coinage than his old defeat,
A debt that like himself was obsolete
In Art’s long hazard, where no man may choose
Whether he play to win or toil to lose.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Agreement
Agreement signed
No party agreed
Nothing executed
No result
Nothing.
Dull moment ahead
Unfair pull push
Undercurrent on
Unique ability shown
Uncalled for opinion
Under the air.
Colour faded
Personnel retired.
For fresh agreement
Initiation started
No body present
Nothing happened
Nothing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Silver Trails
By the moon
I drink you again.
The night is trembling;
ruffles the colossal tears.
The terrible ache of the
illegitimate mercy. I am
not accepting any poem
half-dead under my pen.
The invisible force, bribing
the tears was a grace
uncalled for. I am going to forget
the date of my cessation.
It was a false peace of the womb.
There was no banality
in sending the message.
Death has no other name.
poem by Satish Verma
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Notification Of The Death Of Alberto
cousin lauro need not complain
about obituaries
i am tired of his myriad pretenses
this time he says he does not know the address
neither the time of the funeral,
baloney, i sent him the notice two days ago
when he said he was in Tacloban attending
to a business meeting, urgent as it was,
now his baby is sick
but alberto's funeral pushes through
in the rain, black umbrellas open
lauro is not here again
perhaps, he is dead, somehow, we wish
for his uncalled for
indifference.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Phantom, flowers and the sentinel
'In the pitchy darkness what are you searching sir? '.
The watch keeper asked from the puritan.
'I am searching some rare herbal flowers brother'.
'These days it's very hard to find an unblemished flower sir
because of this unending war, flowers won't come out.
There were some flowers at the back yard of the grave side,
but I am not quite sure; an uncalled man has been here last week
and plucked all the flowers.'
'It's me can't you recognize?
those flowers for the altar
and not for medication'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Fugitive of failure
Fugitive not what i planned for,
failure, nothing is better than death,
how can i die when life haven't interpret
my full meaning.
Fugitive Fugitive my crime has not called
for arrest,
my day is still young, not even failure
can stop me.
Still you call me fugitive,
success is my only witness, my success
will labor out my freedom,
failure keep coming after me, yet success
is telling me to standstill.
When will all this end' in this 'uncalled for state'.
The night keep looking at me without telling me to run or stand, yet the sun ask me to keep running until i reach the point
of success.
Fugitive of failure not anymore.
poem by Senator alufalism
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I cease to
I cease to be called a human
If i act as nuisance for man and woman
I shall be called infidel
As it is not ideal
What do I search for?
Simple hatred uncalled for
Bloodbath and gain for silly cause
I wish and pray for such life to pause
I push aside friends and foes
Who cares for where the love definition goes?
It may come and go in its own way
I must have full answer and sway
I do not want to be friendly
I do not want to help even needy
I want my own way to be steered
I shall be at their heart mostly feared
I should be most hated
With devils to be equated
Kith and keen fully alienated
All should board on the the ship likely to be ill fated
Will this approach help in future?
Will I be taking it for sure?
We are in way acting different today
We crossing each others way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet 61: Oft With True Sighs
Oft with true sighs, oft with uncalled tears,
Now with slow words, now with dumb eloquence
I Stella's eyes assail, invade her ears;
But this at last is her sweet breath'd defense:
That who indeed infelt affection bears,
So captives to his saint both soul and sense,
That wholly hers, all selfness he forbears,
Thence his desires he learns, his life's course thence.
Now since her chaste mind hates this love in me,
With chasten'd mind, I straight must show that she
Shall quickly me from what she hates remove.
Oh Doctor Cupid, thou for me reply,
Driv'n else to grant by angel's sophistry,
That I love not, without I leave to love.
poem by Philip Sidney
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You Can't Forget
She invades your dreams
Night after night
She invades your mind
Day after day
You ponder on what could have been
You can't forget
However hard you may try
How stupid you have been
To have allowed your jealousy to come between
You know now
Your accusations uncalled for
You felt that you did not deserve to be loved
You felt that you have lost it all
Now that she is gone
All that you want
Is to hear her sweet voice
Her laughter ringing in your ears
All you want, is another chance
It was love at first sight
She loved you purely and unconditionally
Then you pushed her away
For you felt that she was too good for you
Now you miss basking in the light of your life
As you sit at her grave
Your head bowed
Your heart filled with regret
If only you knew
That she is reaching out to you
From where her soul now resides
In the realm of truth
poem by Persian Khushi
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Of Charity
A beggar died last night; his soul
Went up to God, and said:
'I come uncalled, forgive it, Lord;
I died for want of bread.'
Then answered him the Lord of heaven:
'Son, how can this thing be?
Are not my saints on earth? and they
Had surely succoured thee.'
'Thy saints, O Lord,' the beggar said,
'Live holy lives of prayer;
How should they know of such as we?
We perish unaware.
'They strive to save our wicked souls
And fit them for the sky;
Meanwhile, not having bread to eat,
(Forgive!) our bodies die.'
Then the Lord God spake out of heaven
In wrath and angry pain:
'O men, for whom my Son hath died,
My Son hath lived in vain!'
poem by Arthur Symons
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Power Play
Dear Friends of the day,
I have not time for power play.
Life is too short and sweet,
I can't hear every heartbeat.
I have no time for strife,
I choose to enjoy my life.
I know who I am; where I'm going,
I won't carry power play along.
Power play becomes powerless
I choose to remain harmless.
A person with true power,
Overturns power play every hour.
Then power players look bad,
Even their faces look sad.
It separates the best of friends
Power play comes to an end.
I choose to be fair,
To avoid uncalled for despair.
I leave power play alone,
With my life, I move on.
poem by Barbara Dell Hobbs
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(Solitude poems) International women's day
I walk to their villages
And I see spread before my eyes
The terrible suffering of this women!
I walk amongst them in their rural towns
And I am confronted by the uncalled for
Total lack of services for this women!
I meet millions of them in the cities
And I'm saddened by their frightened stares
And the unjust exploitation of this women!
And you madam
You're so glib in your presentation
You make the same speech every year you
Trumpet the same lies of yesterday of...
Rural women are side lined by their leaders...
The women must be empowered...
Whatever happened to the propaganda of
Rolling back the frontiers of poverty?
Roll your sleeves or watch out you puppet
We will come down to your comfort
Zone and roll you out of your comfy position
Of privilege any time now
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Can’t pen good words, on her journey
. Can’t pen good words, on her journey
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Would like to pen a few lines,
yet, can’t do it, as I suffer from,
congestion of vague ideas and thoughts,
choking in my throat, fearsome.
An unknown fear, haunting,
uncalled for, might have born, from recent
train and plane accidents,
boat tragedy and derailment, strangling.
My niece’s recent mail to me.
shocking, yet, awesome and pleasant,
she is prepared to take a journey, by flight,
covering France, America and Rome.
My worry over her trip,
is quite unfounded,
as she says, my fear may be an utter crap;
Can’t help, I am totally confused.
She wants to join her husband,
In France, for their eighth
Wedding anniversary, to spend
time together; alas! I can’t pen, a few good words, forth.
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poem by Medhini Chandran
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Destiny
Dasarath’s indulgent love for Ram
Ram’s absolute committment to word and deed
Kaikeya’s undue desire
Lakshmana’s allegiance to the brother
Ravan’s lust and arrogance
Hanuma’s unwavering dedication
Sita’s uncalled for suspicion
Bhishma’s fervor to continue the family line
Dritarashtr’s uncompromising love for the son
Gandhari’s decision to blindfold
Kunti’s girlish whim
Yudhishtar’s weakness for dice
Draupadi’s vivacity and laughter
Duryodhan’s jealousy
Kamsa’s in imprisoning Devaki Vasudev in same cell
Karna’s loyalty
Gautama's in bird, beggar and body dead
Their destinies humble us
To infuse our frail beings
With equanimity humility and tolerance
10 May 10,2011
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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