For I must tell you that we artists cannot tread the path of Beauty without Eros keeping company with us and appointing himself as our guide.
quote by Thomas Mann
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Love loves easy way
Love is nothing but a habit.
Trodden path is easier to tread.
Familiar path is easier to tread.
Known beauty, not the world’s, lures.
17.09.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Path Of Right
With a wild gaze I tread the path of right,
Keeping souvenirs along the way, so as to test
My strangest habits, from them the disease awakes.
I await for the lunging of a soldier and the peace of the traveller,
The travels range from far and wide, all along the coast.
My keeping is certain, to bring it is certain,
For I am an argument, too enslaved in arguments.
The prayers of a day old are written on my face,
These words invoked beckon the angels
And they come to my soul with blessings so abundant.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Most artists have contracts directly with the record company, and when they do music, all of their music is owned by the record company. But I did mine through a production company.
0039 Well, chop my prose!
…for that’s the way that poetry goes…
and goes…mere pose, tapped out as prose…
Yes, most of us, these days, undisciplined,
approach the temple of pure poetry,
when some thought stirs in deepest heart and mind, ,
with all the earthy tread of careful prose…
yet with a certain hope, a faith, a love,
a purity of heart – that if we tread -
unmetered and unrhymed petitioners -
as pilgrims, sackclothed, ashen from the urn
of some poetic crematorium;
that, as we stumble on the heart’s true path,
the Muse, with long and patient, weary sigh,
- the music of the ages in her ears -
will catch up with our steps along the road
and guide us to that sacred, lovely place
where, with a gasp – our verses dropt from hand –
we’ll be where goodness, truth and beauty dance
and sing and laugh and love – now three; now one.
(thanks, WD)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Eros
Eros, from rest in isles far-famed,
With rising Anthesterion rose,
And all Hellenic heights acclaimed
Eros.
The sea one pearl, the shore one rose,
All round him all the flower-month flamed
And lightened, laughing off repose.
Earth's heart, sublime and unashamed,
Knew, even perchance as man's heart knows,
The thirst of all men's nature named
Eros.
II.
Eros, a fire of heart untamed,
A light of spirit in sense that glows,
Flamed heavenward still ere earth defamed
Eros.
Nor fear nor shame durst curb or close
His golden godhead, marred and maimed,
Fast round with bonds that burnt and froze.
Ere evil faith struck blind and lamed
Love, pure as fire or flowers or snows,
Earth hailed as blameless and unblamed
Eros.
III.
Eros, with shafts by thousands aimed
At laughing lovers round in rows,
Fades from their sight whose tongues proclaimed
Eros.
But higher than transient shapes or shows
The light of love in life inflamed
Springs, toward no goal that these disclose.
Above those heavens which passion claimed
Shines, veiled by change that ebbs and flows,
The soul in all things born or framed,
Eros.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Narrow Gate
Path of the righteous.
Path rarely tread.
Path eternal.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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Keeping bad comany
Keeping a bad company
Leads to ruin.
A bad company can put a bite
At any time
For any reason.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Stranded At The Moonbase
A long way up in light-years,
Just a pinpoint in space,
In a century of planetary storms,
Stranded at the moonbase,
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
Looking out at the roof-window,
I've seen many strange things,
From shooting stars to Stars 'n' Stripes
Thought I'd caught a glimpse of golden wings.
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low.
I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.
Looking way down below me,
The worlds are all awhirl-whirly.
Won't you come along beside?
This place waits for company.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
I leave my limbs behind me.
As I'm being lifted
Out into the, into the
Spiritual boom-boom abyss.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Sunlit Path
I want the sunlit path to guide me to my destiny
Where life is raw and exciting
That rejuvenate my mind, body and soul
Where I can absorb the richness of small things
And let out my internal world of thoughts
To reconnect with peace and beauty
Where unspoken words and voices take shape
And splash light on my settled thoughts
Where wind of hope brings fresh breeze
And words have clear meanings.........
I want the sunlit path to guide me to my destiny
Where perfect pattern of life strengthen my soul
And give meanings to my lively dreams
And fresh air pours positive energy in the rush of emotions
Where I can feel the essence of joy and create peace
To release all negative thoughts
To get everlasting melodies of life
And enter into the world of love and inspiration
Where I learn to appreciate the moments of joy
And get ready to face another day...........
I want the Sunlit path to guide me to my destiny.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Lonely Path
Walking around
Trying to find our way
Look and you should find
Where are we
Why are we here
What did we deserve to walk this?
Lonely Path
We can see
No lights around
We are scared
Guide us
Please provide us a light
To guide us through this
Lonely Path
Where is everyone?
Where did they go?
Why can’t we find them?
Why do our angels hide?
We need you
Walk with us
Please
We all are wondering down our own
Lonely Path
poem by Keith Young
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Beautiful One
Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell
To ravage my world as might a sweet angel.
Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease:
Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.
Oh beautiful creature, sail me do,
As floating on seas of halcyon blue tincture.
You beautiful being, gracing charm
And features that render feel of deep texture.
Your beautiful poise in glide supreme,
Gives such like a vista honed as from heaven.
That beautiful art of face ornate,
Not ever to understate or be riven.
Your beautiful flame of pulchritude
Doth dizzy me high, so I conclude always
You beautiful girl forever be
My shining Janette; my guide; my stairway.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Divine
Excuse me my son
But do you believe
That you are without divine company
Come with me now
I'll show you the way, now join today
I have no appetite for your control
Please go away and just leave me alone
I'll search on my own
I don't need a guide for my soul
So when you feel lost
Or losing your hope
Reconsider this antidote
Hold on to me
I'll show you the way, now join today
I have no appetite for your control
Please go away and just leave me alone
I'll search on my own
I don't need a guide for my soul
Let me choose the path to take
Cause it's my own choice to make
And I'll challenge this to you
What if I told you
You were programmed to obey
And what if I told you
I didn't need you and your flock
Cause I'll find my own way
I have no appetite for your control
Please go away
And just leave me alone
I'll search on my own
I don't need a guide for my soul
song performed by by Hoobastank
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The Path of Hope
The Path of Hope
The Path of Life is layed before you
Life is like a novel…It has elements
It has Characters
It has Settings
It has a Plot
It has Ideals and Morals
Like Friendship and Love
Like Faith and Sacrifice
Like Fate and Destiny
Like Hope and Despair
There are Paths…Paths of your destiny
The Path of Good or The Path of Evil
The Path of Darkness or The Path of Light
The Path of Hope or The Path of Despair
Only you can choose your path
But chose wisely…For you can’t turn back time
You must follow your heart…For it will guide you
Never give up on your dreams
Always Believe…Trust your heart
Don’t let the bad people get you down
Just Believe,
Trust your Heart,
Have Faith in your Dreams,
Have Hope in the Despair,
Follow the Light in the Darkness
Find the Euphoria in the Sorrows,
Trust your Friends,
Follow the Stars…They will Guide you
May the Stars be a Light for you when all other Lights go out
Life is like a Novel…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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Wolf Warrior
I look at my own reflection
and see inside who I am
a wolf warrior I become
the mightiest of my clan
I see my true soul
With knowledge and wisdom
I teach the inner man
to walk the path as me
in the right direction
and open his eye's to see
what is truelly meant to be
Protecting all that is sacred
I will guide you through
teaching all you need to know
as you become a part of me
and I become a part of you
walking where others fear to tread
we become one on this journey
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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The Frosty Poets Lonely Road
Two paths in the yellow woods,
said the Frosty poet should,
we travel the beaten road?
or shall we brave the lonely path?
the path of Artists Thieves and Rulers
Where our path will lead us
none shall know,
Until we get there we shan't but guess our future,
for the Artist's muse is fickle,
the Thieves' mark secure,
and the Ruler's people irate,
we who travel the lonely path,
will sow our own specific seed,
and should we persist and perceive,
we shall reap the fruits indeed.
poem by Atticus Mortimer
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That Early Morning
under the trees
you tread upon a heap of leaves
only a few feet walked on this path
the winds came and gave a hush
it has been this way
since
meanwhile some rays of light
begin to pierce crevices between
touchy
the leaves fall like a confetti
you remember
once when freedom first arrived
in the streets of the city
you hear the shouts of joy
for liberation
you remember opening hands
some fists
it is over now
and what you have are the sounds of footsteps
on the heaps of leaves
on this path
where no one likes to tread again
you are
alone again but stronger this time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Anguish After Me
I am almost at the end of the path
Son is half way and his son, way behind
How long and how good they could tread the path
After my death is my fervent anguish
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Drifter
The wolf was not too keen to mix,
A drifter, nothing more...
And his own company he picks,
As if he knows the score...
Responsibilities dismissed,
Discarded out-of-hand,
They could not help him to exist
In water or on land...
He checks the water carefully,
Avoiding pain and strife,
As if he wanted certainty
Through each day of his life...
On his own a hundred rainbows,
On Earth, beneath the sky,
The drifter chose this path he goes,
No family nearby...
He drifts just like the sun by day
And like the moon at night,
Alone, yet choosing come what may,
No conscience as a guide...
To him, life is no funfair ride,
No easy path to stroll...
The drifter has no sense of pride...
The drifter has no soul...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Spirit
There has always been something,
you always wanted to do,
let your spirit guide you,
and you will see it through.
You are afraid of the dark
as nighttime comes to call
let your spirit be your candle
and you will see it through.
As the sparks of loneliness
sadden up your days
let your spirit be your guide
and happy day will soon find you.
Let your spirit guide you
through the trials and tribulations
that will cross your path
and it will help you through.
29 October 2011
poem by David Harris
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Poppy Brown and I
We've spent a lot of time together
Poppy Brown and I,
Sitting by the window-ledge
Staring at the sky;
Keeping silent vigil watching
Up and down the street,
Passing many moments, Listening for her feet.
We've spent a lot of time together
Poppy Brown and I,
Playing out the hours
Passing slowly by;
Keeping silent company,
Quiet as the moon,
Waiting for our loved one,
Hoping she'll come soon.
We've spent a lot of time together
Poppy Brown and I,
Loving at the window-ledge
Waiting by and by;
Keeping silent vigil,
Playing out the night,
Looking to each other,
A kiss and then a fight.
We've spent a lot of time together
Poppy Brown and I,
Waiting out the hours
Willing them to fly;
Keeping silent company,
Our mutual request:
The imminent arrival of
The one we love the best.
(Written 28th March 2006)
poem by John Carter Brown
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