The world is a bewildering big box
Among flowers a green leaf
Among words let silence live
Flowers are dreams leaf is life
Words are waste silence is love
Among stars the moon is above
Stands over head with honey spoon
Below dancing the poverty crone
No morality no humanity, might is right
Some lives in luxury some in plight
Love is wonder life is a miracle
Destiny is mystery fate is riddle
The blood of the poor is sweeter
The same harping of the old guitar
The philosophy of life is fantastic
More puzzling is when logic devours logic
No where is the truth and beauty
In reality the true fact is the irony
The world is a bewildering big box
Here lies permanently only the paradox.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Let's be schizofrenic
Like and dislike
Pride and vanity
Trick and trap
Irony and paradox
Falsehood and truth
Trust and treachery
Pretence and honesty
Appearance and reality
Mix up so well to boil
In a cauldron of lies
With much Cunningness
Humanity lost face
Logic is more perplex
Now it is fantastic
No need of good or bad
Let's be schizophrenic.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Disarry is the sister of perplexity
Time changes, the world changes,
Changes every thing from beauty to truth,
This is a curse, this is bliss
This is tumultuous, up is down, and down is up
Black is white, white black
Wrong is right, right is wrong
The systematic nature breaks down in miracles
The greatest miracle is of one having the anti—rules
The reason is our pride
But the anti- reason is crushing it
The more crushing is our unlimited ignorance!
The logic is our foundation
But too weak to hold the large building of anti-logic.
The scattered and haphazard things are found in a point
The strangeness of things is that the point is scattered and expanding
If expanding from the point is the rule and signifies life
Anti-rule, of course, the shrinking to the point and signifies the final death...
Annihilating everything from vanity to super intellect.
The historical knowledge is our capital
But too short to run the biggest business of baffling life
Nowhere you get the straight truth, this is the biggest truth
But the absolute truth is the irony of paradox
Where changing is the only rule
Randomness is very very fast
In the kingdom of bewilderment
King is the only changing wonder!
Contradiction is full of life
Disarray is the sister of perplexity,
Where conflict of ideas is in full agreement
To differ to each other in a peaceful atmosphere
To keep pace with the kaleidoscopic path of life
This is puzzling; this is confusing but life…
Life is a riddle; the riddle has to be revealed
But Mysteries multiplies in mysteries
Chaos and chasm are our enemies
People have not got yet any clue
But hope one day we can find and surely we can do! ,
poem by Abdul Wahab
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In Words Unspoken
In the silence of the morning,
before the world has woken
I sit and dream my dreams
in words unspoken.
I sit and ponder the faces of life
in the nightmares of reality,
the programmes that hold us spellbound
as they appear on our TV screens
while all the world screams out with fright.
I dream my dreams in private
as their images dance inside my head,
the beauty and the wonder
upon each life befalls.
The miracles that we witness
in each day of our lives
as we walk across the threshold
to greet each new passing day.
From the birth of a new born baby
to someone’s life that has been saved.
The miracle of Mother Nature
as she wakes every flower in the morn
to the butterfly that passes our window
on delicate translucent wings.
I dream my dreams in silence
in the peace that they endorse;
hoping all the time
the world will follow their course.
I dream my dreams in the morning
before anyone is awake
while the darkness of the night
still covers the sky
before the sun has awoken
and from behind, the eastern horizon
lifts up its sleepy head.
This is the time
in the silence of the morning,
before the world has woken
I sit and dream my dreams
in words unspoken.
31 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Logic Of Poetry Has a Color And Shape Of Its Own
THE LOGIC OF POETRY HAS A COLOR AND SHAPE OF ITS OWN
The logic of poetry has a color and shape of its own
Its clear silences ring deeply as paradox confounded into meaning
How many others have made Beauty of words
And still are sung of only by the Silence?
How these days go by longing to remain alive
Because life itself bears within it the best of these most poignant dying moments?
Our doom is certain and our final word never to be clearly heard
But we as we are can be in this world for our time with all its beauty as us-
There is no more wonder than this God gives-
We look out and up each day as a child may still look for its first light above-
No one knows where the darkness ends and even if it is darkness at all
We say the word ‘God’ and all we know and mean is that our greatest meaning must be beyond us – if it is to be at all
‘God’ we say ‘God’
And who are we and what are we
if not a part too of this Beauty somehow greater than we can ourselves ever really hold on to?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Life Philosophy
a life philosophy
not a philosophy on life
a living philosophy
clear concise defined
articulated in civil rights liberty
clemency morality humanitarian symmetry
it is not important to memorize words
words thoughts searched out through years decades
words become life beat peace harmonies
not a manifesto
not written out
not important to memorize
to write out
to be distorted
to be used to manipulate minds
a manifesto not
written out not
important to memorize not
no a great life philosophy
is lived in simplicity acts of humility
freedom gifted to all humanity
love in life
love for all life one life
love sacred fertile compassion love life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A New leaf
There’s a new leaf upon the Tree
A thousand, thousand have been before
In the life of this great tree
Yet, the Tree rejoices, and is glad
For there is a New Leaf upon the tree
The roots are deep, and hidden
Tis one tree from root to branch
And lives in and through each leaf
The hearts’ smile resurrected
Through the New leaf upon the tree
Like the stars of heaven
New leaves have been many
And so they all are One
For they all share the same root
Bless the New leaf upon the tree
Perfection in the Blessing
Joy released in tears of love
The strength in life will comfort
From root to God above
A New leaf upon the tree
Beauty, Truth, and life
Complete from root to branch
When life’s cycle turns
Leaves fall to nourish roots
And behold, a New leaf upon the tree
poem by Adrian Wait
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Maybe
I knew a God, he never answered, so I left him definitely,
His silence stung, his words were empty, but there was a hole in me,
I called to man, I searched the heavens, I dreamed of lands, of love, of beauty,
But always silence, met my tears, my mind searched on frantically.
So I moved on, to other thoughts, ones that would let me be,
Whole again, the amazement I sought, independent permanently,
So I pursued the path I chose, it was mine, this idea of liberty,
Yet chagrin arrived, and chastised my lies, and revealed this thing to me.
I flew on wings of foreign design, of mechanical build, you see,
What I thought was mine, naught but a hoax, a fool I was, in tragedy,
I wallowed anew in my senseless shame, for a time, lost in memory,
To arise again, the pain still fresh, the hole still gaping in me,
Unanswered questions, blooming in death, the end had arrived for me,
Even this crime, I desired for myself, was not my own, not certainly,
So I dug through all, I lived again, hoping for some possibility,
A glimpse of Truth, a hint of joy, somewhere, some certainty,
But from my soul it rose, this forbidden song, this forgotten melody,
That soothed my heart, calmed my ardor and bathed me in harmony,
It whispered, it cooed, it breathed the words, the words that would guide me,
Impossible it was, that it came from none, truly, none other than me,
No truth there was, no beauty from above, no rules, not even morality,
So I speak now the words, these marvelous words, these words so dear to me,
''Look not above, look not below, instead look back through what you would see,
There is nothing at all, for us to love, naught but what you wish to be,
In you is enough, in you is all, all is found in this, yes, all of reality,
In this simple way, this way of life, one of great simplicity,
Not a truth, not a must, this is the mystery,
Weep at the word, mock your Gods, shame all that came before me,
Here is the answer, here it is all, the sum of all finality:
Maybe. There it is all - Your's is a world, the greatest of worlds;
One of infinite possibility.''
poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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48.........silence
........Silence is a sign of loneliness.
Solitude and silence teach me to love,
for what they are,
not for what they say or
what they have done.
See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon and the sun,
how they move in silence...........
we need silence to be able to touch souls.
In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in an clearer light,
and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness.
Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.
(13th november 2009)
poem by Fawzia Zie
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Merely A Man
Higher.
Im a king, yes, Im a head of state.
But Im the kitchen boy wholl wash your dirty plate.
I had no message and the message was,
Were all jesus, buddha, and the wizard of oz.
Im merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
Im merely a man,
And I want nothing that you cant do.
And you know its true.
That with logic and love well be lifting humanity higher.
Higher.
Im all religious figures rolled into one,
Gaddafy duck propelled from jimmy swaggarts tommy gun.
Dont promise rainbows with some golden pot,
In fact what I can offer I know youve already got.
Im merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
Im merely a man,
And I want nothing that you cant do.
And you know its true.
That with logic and love well have power enough,
To raise consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher.
Higher!
And you know its true.
We should chase superstition and fear from our hearts,
If were going to survive and take levels of sanity higher.
Kick it up... higher.
Im merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
Im merely a man,
And I want nothing that you cant do.
And you know its true.
That with logic and love well have power enough,
To raise consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher.
song performed by by Xtc
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Merely A Man
Higher.
Im a king, yes, Im a head of state.
But Im the kitchen boy wholl wash your dirty plate.
I had no message and the message was,
Were all jesus, buddha, and the wizard of oz.
Im merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
Im merely a man,
And I want nothing that you cant do.
And you know its true.
That with logic and love well be lifting humanity higher.
Higher.
Im all religious figures rolled into one,
Gaddafy duck propelled from jimmy swaggarts tommy gun.
Dont promise rainbows with some golden pot,
In fact what I can offer I know youve already got.
Im merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
Im merely a man,
And I want nothing that you cant do.
And you know its true.
That with logic and love well have power enough,
To raise consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher.
Higher!
And you know its true.
We should chase superstition and fear from our hearts,
If were going to survive and take levels of sanity higher.
Kick it up... higher.
Im merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
Im merely a man,
And I want nothing that you cant do.
And you know its true.
That with logic and love well have power enough,
To raise consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher.
song performed by by Xtc
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It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon
It came with the threat of a waning moon
And the wail of an ebbing tide,
But many a woman has lived for less,
And many a man has died;
For life upon life took hold and passed,
Strong in a fate set free,
Out of the deep into the dark
On for the years to be.
Between the gloom of a waning moon
And the song of an ebbing tide,
Chance upon chance of love and death
Took wing for the world so wide.
O, leaf out of leaf is the way of the land,
Wave out of wave of the sea
And who shall reckon what lives may live
In the life that we bade to be?
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Sweeter words,
Sweeter words,
Sweeter words that are deeper in my hurt,
I can believe,
I still believe that it was started,
Whilst the world saw it and believed,
Sweeter words that I made Him my selection,
I knew that love was like this,
Sweeter taste from the Wine's and Spirit's,
The drinking of wine was the Master Plan,
To tell us and ignore,
This is how the story start's,
That the man was wilding that I be His son,
Sweeter words that I found no Inspiration from Him,
It became more of an Inspiration,
That the story goes with bitter,
The story goes with sweeter words,
I never knew that they would be crying for a remedy,
To take my love from you,
It was believable,
This is the lie of my Sacifice to follow Truth,
I hope that you heard,
The Burdens are all ending,
Coming back that I see a change in the world,
In Reality it never changed.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Sweet words,
Sweeter words,
Sweeter words that are deeper in my hurt,
I can believe,
I still believe that it was started,
Whilst the world saw it and believed,
Sweeter words that I made Him my selection,
I knew that love was like this,
Sweeter taste from the Wine's and Spirit's,
The drinking of wine was the Master Plan,
To tell us and ignore,
This is how the story start's,
That the man was wilding that I be His son,
Sweeter words that I found no Inspiration from Him,
It became more of an Inspiration,
That the story goes with bitter,
The story goes with sweeter words,
I never knew that they would be crying for a remedy,
To take my love from you,
It was believable,
This is the lie of my Sacifice to follow Truth,
I hope that you heard,
The Burdens are all ending,
Coming back that I see a change in the world,
In Reality it never changed.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Perplexity
Time changes
Changes every thing
From truth to beauty
Every thing is moving
From love to morality,
Love is now a butterfly
From this flower to that flower to flatter by
This flower does not have
That flower might have the desired pleasure
This cave does not have surprises
That cave might have the wonder!
Morality is now
A make up box, a mask
A means to meet the selfish end
A weapon man made
Twist and turn to suit the whimsical trade.
In the periphery of divinity now men is the guide
The car of the morality men now drive.
Truth remains not a truth at all
It keeps changing with time and place
Losing its beauty and divine grace
In the eyes and minds beauty is very restless
From the beginning permanently remains only the perplexity
In the life of bewilderment absolute is the paradoxical irony.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Flowers and Pages
Flower petals saved
Between holy pages
Dryed and faded, both are
Deep words of life,
Love simply stated.
Memories and hopes
Together combine, ever to
Transcend places and time...
- Life is not a simple dream,
There is so very much
Beyond what is felt, heard and seen...
- Lifes paradox is of such:
So full of beauty
At the start,
So worn and weary
At the finish;
Boundless knowledge
Cannot free the heart,
Endless effort
Cannot still the days
That continue to diminish.
- Perhaps tis truly the other way around,
Only with relaxed acceptance
Through the real beauty of age
And understanding
Can love of life
Ever fully be found.
Humanity,
Wrong from the beginning
Of sin;
Redemption right
To the very end...
For what truly is the meaning
Of the mysterious messages
Life to us does send?
(Tacit translation
Terra-incognita
Revenant revelation unto
Beautiful buena-vista.)
Life, like the beauty of the flower,
So gradually fades
Like the slowly disappearing wonder
In a sunset,
Nearly imperceptable end of days.
- Will our lives be found
Only to end
Like the sun,
Burning down the Western horizon
Blazing so beautiful and bright,
until finally captured and killed
by the darkness of night...
Shall the flowering Garden bloom again?
Will that beautiful sun ever return?
(some seeds planted
only grow after all the weeds
have been thoroughly burned)
Yet for now
the weeds still thrive,
And the flowers are barely able
to remain alive.
So, how shall our lives be found saved,
preserved eternally
between some sacred pages?
(the Words there upon print
to the flowers beauty and reason
do give quiet hint)
Who the answer knows?
One and the same:
The books Author,
The lover and saviour
Of the true beauty, that is the Rose.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Beauty Of Silence
The beauty of silence is,
When there are no mistakes
The beauty of silence is,
When there is no time to hate
The beauty of silence is,
When there is nothing to explain
The beauty of silence is,
When there is no time to diminish in pain
Lust for every love
Dreams of entire reverie
Beget the pins & pains
Of lies in the stygian of mind
The beauty of silence is, when there's no one to divulge.
The beauty of silence is, when we see in divergent views.
The beauty of silence is, when there's only you.
poem by Amir Amzah
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Lily
I found a lily in the middle of the night
the flowers are vibrant soul of silence
wrote of love, love, love
the night is a blend of sky and stars
the orchestration of silence
through the wall of the sky
back pains to heal
fly with the wings
dancing and spinning
floating among the clouds
absurdly drunk
dancing honey bees love
immortality is familiar in the holy month
no more sin and merit
al-wustho love dance
bow down and the tears
happiness and immortality
the soul and the beetles disappeared the night
dancing at the keyhole
find freedom
love is abundant in honey
o sweet, sweet, sweet
(2011)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Silence 1.
Most times when I'm hurt,
My silence speaks for me.
She speaks very loud;
Even louder than a megaphone.
I choose to be silent, -
When most things happen,
Not because I cannot speak;
Nor that my words have evaded me,
But because in my silence-
There's a challenging power.
Sometimes in my fears,
When my heart is filled with love,
And my eyes with tears;
I learn to love, just like a dove.
My mouth moves to speak,
But is suddenly cut short by silence,
Silence in love, silence in fear.
Silence in tears, silence in joy;
And when I'm in this mood,
My silence stands so tall-
Even taller than a giant;
She makes her way; -
Even more than spoken words.
Spoken words of loud emotions,
They meet my silence-
And they tremble in awe.
I could hear those words;
They say to themselves,
'How art silence so mighty? '.
poem by Echezonachukwu Nduka
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Silence
I've been caught in a trap I set for myself
I don't want to be here when you could be somewhere else
So why'd I sit on my hands like a book on the shelf
When nothin' but dust is falling?
Everyone 'round here lives in silence
If I had something to say I'd say what I mean
How'd you lose all your words? I swear it's obscene, I curse
How'd you look at yourself as the mirror turns green?
Yeah, only the fools ignore us
Everyone 'round here lives in silence
I could wait all my life for someone to think
I can't open your eyes but I can make you blink at me
So please don't try to be nice, don't need your advice
Please leave me to die of boredom
Everyone 'round here lives in silence
Silence
They wait for the end
Silence
They bow and they bend
Silence
Their homes they defend
Silence
song performed by by Gomez
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Catch The Sunset
A lifetime with a classic pain,
does not give me peace or freedom.
Blind ideas scream,
breaking the antique silence.
Becoming was not,
the ending of desire,
or senile decay of lips.
You were destroyed,
by your weird dreams.
Silver spoon,
seldom became the bread of poor.
Sweated and smashed,
I picked up green
sprigs of sorrow.
It was a gift of sun and water.
Waiting for my turn
to catch the sunset
and the new moon together.
I wanted a life as a leaf,
drifting out on the hill,
touching the stillness of the thing,
the emptiness.
poem by Satish Verma
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