Oblivious To Me
In a league all your own.
Standing on the highest peak.
Seeing someone who is barely hanging on.
Will you to give them a hand even if it tares you down.
To proud, to accomplished.
But the trophies do not speak.
But the awards do not speak.
I am searching.
I am seeking.
I am still breathing.
But still the blind man won't see me.
How do I reach him when he is just so far gone.
And if he does he will mow me down like his lawn.
I am a hated enemy.
I stand for everything he doesn't.
I love even when kicked like I am a dog.
I care even when one spits upon my face.
I help even its not wanted but so desperately needed.
I can see her cut open and bleeding.
And I will save her if you won't.
The cost for me will be great.
Yet I will not even hesitate.
Sacrifice are but to be made.
The rain is pouring down upon my parade.
But all I can ever see is the sun shining.
My mind, body, heart, soul seeking meditation.
And it brings me this feeling of happiness and joy.
When she wakes up she will be smiling.
Happy to still be among the living.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Your Wild Flower Of Mountain
Once upon a time was a wild flower,
Living in the mountains nearest sky and stars,
Other side of world was a young man living,
Seeking for the happiness of his life.
He was searching a wild flower,
A masterpiece of nature that fearless grew up,
A unique flower that lives lonely,
In a cold fresh breeze of mountain wind.
Seeking and seeking, finally you found her,
After a hard climbing on the rocks,
She was up on the peak of mountain,
In a wild rocky place.
You were astonished by her beauty,
You couldn't stop to stare at her,
She showed to you like an actress,
After curtains get opened on the stage.
She looked so strong to you, so pretty,
But also so charming and so delicate,
She knew you'll come and care for her,
All her life she was waiting for you.
Was enough only her petals to touch,
And she blossomed like a glowing smile,
Your face became so thrill and happy,
She was everything you ever wanted.
But hurry up, time is running,
Unfortunatelly never stops,
You have such precious moments with your wild flower to spend,
You waited for her so long and life never waits.
You took your gracious wild flower,
And nurtured her with love and faith,
Even you knew will last only a moment,
You gave her moments that she'll never forget.
But day to say good bye has come,
Sitting in your arms she closed her eyes and passed away,
Your face was last thing she wanted to see,
Before she got the last breath passing to eternity.
Don't waste your time, be with your loved one,
She is so special and so worthy in this shortless life,
Give to your wild flower of mountain your great love,
Don't wait for destiny from you to steal it.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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My Soul Is Connected With Yours
My soul seeking in the tumult of the world,
Looking for my spiritual soul mate, my everlasting love,
My silence lies in the harmony of your charisma,
My inspirational pursuits are within you.
My tender heart, my smiling eyes,
Are searching for you in everything and everywhere,
You are the rain and my catharsis,
I am the fire in your rain.
To give me strength and everlasting passion,
You turned my bitterness into love,
My sorrow and my pain into beauty,
My beauty smiles to you, my soul mate.
My whole life i have been seeking for you,
My laughing heart forgets all my sorrows, my pain,
When you are near, i live those throbbing moments with you,
My soul is connected with yours.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Which Comes First
when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?
my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.
when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.
so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.
i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.
these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.
'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.
I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
poem by Louis Rams
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Help Yourself To Happiness
Everybody, everywhere seeks happiness its true
But finding it and keeping it seems difficult to do
Difficult because we think that happiness is only found in places where fame and wealth abound
And so we go on searching in phases of pleasure
Seeking recognition and monetary treasure
While being so unaware that happiness is just a state of mind within the reach of everyone who takes time to be kind
For in making others happy we will be happy too
Because the happiness that you give away always returns to shine on you
I have seen a Hand
plenty of money can be done, hundred of
days can't see the sun, morning is the night
nothing is empty, only the eyes that open
with out seeing the day of yesterday
what makes then a man and proud to say
when anything goes heavy, leaving no
regret with the heart loaded with fancy, and
seems it look my face is happy
wonderful you come to my need, I am almost
blind to myself, wishing all the star to bring
me out, a little hand in my shoulder and letting
me to hold in my head you fold
your hand brings me up, where i'm almost
falling down into the ground, no one care and
everybody is blind to find my teary eyes, as I
grief to my grave the end time of my mind
open my eyes, and feel a little touch so gently
washing my tears, turning the wheel to face the
real victory where I was once so blind and now I
found the key to the smiling tears I offer to the
one once I forget to be with me
make tomorrow the day to hold of what was
yesterday and load to fit the future that comes in
my living arms, where I lay down my memories
of life
I have this day, a moment to nemesis the past,
leaving what is not it fulfills, yet! forwarding what
is something to hope the little hand I wish to
lay, where I'll take my rest
poem by Antonio Liao
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In The Sky
High in sky
We are miles apart
Separated by seven seas but to seek start
You gave nod to seek union
The best way we could find was as companion
It was creating ripples
You were very kind and capable
Of taking decision
With firm determination
'Half way' I was excited at proposal
It had novel way to suggest an arrival
You had magic way of spreading wings
Beautiful songs of love to air and sing
You were riding on high waves
As it was you aim and craze
You were on highest mountain peak
Where I had no power to reach and speak
I will close the eyes and find her near
She may speak for hours without any fear
What a joy and happiness she was making to bear
And my god those words which she used whisper
I found her after years of separation
For seeking new approach and relation
She must speak her mind and come closer
She was and may remain dominant as ever
She haws opened up like fresh rose
I have no field to choose or suppose
She may spread further and offer refuge
I may not be then in position to refuse
She stands for joy and happiness
I have seen brightness on her face
A close fulfillment but never to claim
And firm resolve to share even the blame
She was and may remain always dear
Whether in embrace or in rear
She is star and always high in sky
I can only look at her and try
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For You
For you I would climb
The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean
Your love I do seek.
For you I would cross
The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand
To have you by my side.
For you are the one
Who makes me whole
You've captured my heart
And touched my soul.
For you are the one
That stepped out of my dreams
Gave me new hope
Showed me what love means.
For you alone
Are my reason to live
For the compassion you show
And the care that you give.
You came into my life
And made me complete
Each time I see you
My heart skips a beat.
For you define beauty
In both body and mind
Your soft, gentle face
More beauty I'll ne'er find.
For you are the one
God sent from above
The angel I needed
For whom I do love.
By:
MJM (my best friend)
poem by Mariah Simpson
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Giving and Receiving-Taking and Empty
She carried his memory with her-
wore it like a necklace.
It was
embedded in her body-
every place he had touched-
issued silent body sighs
asking her to go back to him,
to have him touch her that way again.
It was her he'd kissed
her loins, her heart, all caressed-
all made love to
by him.
She would have forgotten
but her body did not
-could not.
Her body had melted in the hot;
rose again and again
in the bubbling up
to remind her of what it missed.
..
She sometimes times would imitate
his touch
but her body was not consoled.
She could have her mind
imagine his touch
but the mind was not good enough
to compare with the real thing.
She over-reacted on city streets when
people accidently bumped her;
another body close
caused memories to stir..
She held her books close;
placed them flat against her breasts
absent-mindedly
to emulate his touch.
She slept in a ball to gain warmth
from her own thighs
held close to her.
She was an open book.
Every page missed him.
Her mind could not focus
amid those body cries
coming in the still night.
She could not see
in her midnight stumblings
wandering her own room
blind body seeking
trembling heart seeking
what it remembered
but no longer had.
Body rules the night
and mind rules the day
but nigh-time lasts an eternity
and knows how to cry.
She reached for the phone.
It was a call. Only a call.
Just to hear his voice and then she would hang up.
Maybe that would reduce the yearning between her legs.
Just a little thing.
She set aside the little toys she had bought unused.
Maybe they would help; maybe not.
But not now.
Her hand was attached to her body
and her body took charge
directed the hand, dialing the number,
butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach.
Breath bated, not breathing, she was riveted
awaiting the sound of his voice.
It came with a big 'hello'
But
But, it was only the answering machine.
She relaxed listening to every syllable. 'I am not here right now but I would like to know that you called. Leave your name and number and I will get back to as soon as I can'
Even his voice mail message made her remember his caring
hearing 'I will get back to you as soon as I can.'
He was like that. He was always willing, willing to meet you half-way in everything. He made love that way too. He was the giver and she was the taker.
Before him she had been with Bart.
Bart the Taker. He took out of bed
and he took in bed.
He never gave out of bed and he never gave in bed either.
Bart left you empty and then rolled over and went to sleep.
So she became a taker, saying that she would not be taken from again like that.
So she took from Joel
because she felt it was her turn
and he was so willing to give.
He gave and he gave and she took.
The day came he ceased wanting to give
grew tired of of her demands, of her traffic cop attitude in bed
and was gone. Didn't answer phone calls.
Avoided her, offered only silence.
She hung up trying slowly
with her hand
trying
to send him the message through the hung-up phone
that she had changed-
that she was now able to give..
But he was not there to see,
or to hear her,
to feel the change that she had achieved.
Taking too much
had left her empty.
and giving
even when she wanted to
did not feel real
even when she desperately
wanted to.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Whether I Was Feeling It or Not!
How are you today?
'Excellent.'
I wish I could say that.
'What language do you speak? '
I speak several.
English too, of course I do!
I guess I could...
Feel excellent like you.
But I am not feeling it!
Maybe one day I will.
'That is unfortunate.
You speak so many languages...
And you can not say it! '
Yeah...
But I'm not feeling it!
'Who said anything about 'feeling' it?
I am inviting it!
That's why I said it.
I want it to know it is welcomed.
And...
You didn't ask me how I 'feel'.
That is a different story,
I have chosen not to tell.'
Yeah...
But that is not being honest with yourself.
'I beg to differ!
I'm seeking happy endings.
I wish I could speak more than one language.
You wouldn't have to ask me 'how' I was then.
I'd float right by you!
Whether I was feeling it or not!
You would see it...and believe.
However,
I do know this...
Some folks need incentives,
Before they are convinced of anything! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Metamorphosis (Renga)
Co-authored with Tim Drew
A heart’s sacred trust
Fragile and easily bruised
Murder of the soul
Sheltered by walls of numbness
Condemned to a living death
A life with no soul
The pained motion of living
No one understands
A beggar at mercy’s door
Heart and soul long to be healed
Child of innocence
No longer is the soul pure
Desperately seeking
Fervently searching for soul
Seeking warm sanctuary
Longing for answers
Shell of what was once living
Utter emptiness
Hiding from the sight of God
Yearning for a safe haven
Child of the shadows
Seeking ways out of darkness
Starving for the light
Darkness is more familiar
Invisible from our sight
Bruises unnoticed
Such tormented innocence
Self is shamed away
Tainted by the sins of man
God's love will never falter
Accepting God's light
Shame begins to melt away
Innocence reborn
True healing comes from within
By the grace of God
Shining in the light
Through Him all things possible
Innocence reborn
A new path lit by God's love
Loved unconditionally
Out of the shadows
Behold, the new child of God
Sacred trust restored
A new measure of balance
New path of truth, love, and light
Welcome this new day
Divine child shines with the light
Safe haven is found
Deep love from salvation’s hand
Rendered to this world in peace
Copyright (c) 2005 ChandaPanda and Tim Drew
poem by Chanda Panda
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LoST WiThin MyselF I
Sitting in a melancholy room
Thoughts drifted afar
Eyes expressionless, staring blankly
Across the open window
Down the green young meadow
Crossing the vast plain
Towards the wilderness.
Mind's floating, soul drifted away
Searching for something that's lacking in me
My life's not complete, I felt so empty
I still can't find the happiness
the happiness inside me.
My soul seek, oh where i should be?
Trying to find what's lacking in me
My soul floats back to reality
Senses back, heart's feeling fine..
I find the answer to my query
Who am I, what I want to be?
Little voice answered deep within me
I should be in a place where I should be
......my place..............the M O N A S T E R Y.....
_mai_
12Oct08
(Poem I made during my college days...when I was confused and seeking for myself and finally with the nuns after graduation but beloved parents pulled me out..so dreams failed...so my life still seeking for something to be complete...) ...my next piece will tell.
poem by Maia Padua
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Wounded
Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneith my skin
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearing thin
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
That i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life i'd read about and dreamed
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me
So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cuz i need some one to help me
Oh i need some one to help me
To help me help these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them
I need some one to help me fill them
I need some one to help me close them up
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Belated love [Dragoste târzie]
Whether I loved you as you love, I think
My heart would whisper yes, my mind would shrink.
You thought the flood would take away my ark
And I'd be set on fire by your spark.
Where did you come from with that pretty face,
To bring me stars and thrills with your embrace?
You didn't realize you were beguiled,
I barely thought you could have been my child.
The crazy love, with its ironic smile
Two strangers brings together for a while,
And makes their age seem equal on the spot
O, slender woman, passionate and hot.
You're young, and haughty, and extremely fair,
You want me badly and you do not care
That both your folks and mine will lose their peace
And sacrifice them all to your caprice.
You wanted to get out of your white lace
And in my heart my verses to replace.
Intoxicated by the love's sweet charms
You wanted to stay always in my arms,
Forgetting the old custom just and true,
Because you craved a thing which was taboo.
I made you suffer, yes, I am aware,
Despising your affection and your care,
I always feigned I didn't get it right
To save your soul, and to remain upright,
And I offended you, please don't be mad,
But you may curse me if I made you sad,
From far away, where you conceal your eyes
With tears in them, and your good-looking thighs.
poem by Tudor Arghezi, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Does God Speak to Everyone?
No, my friends...
I’m afraid he doesn’t
At least he never has
to me
When I needed him most
he was like a ghost
At least as far
that I could see
When my soul was aching
and my heart was breaking
And my daughter was slipping
Away from me
With my hand on her brow
I said, “Lord, the time is now”
To either keep her here…
Or set her free
The silence was deafening
In response to my plea
So, Blue eyes… I’m afraid he doesn’t…
At least he didn’t… speak to me
And since that fateful day
I guess that you could say
maybe God and I, we both agreed…
at least tacitly
That since he didn’t speak then
and still does not speak to me today
That he’ll only speak to everyone…
Everyone but me
poem by David Whalen
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Seeking Salvation From The Nightmare
The purple journey bends my mind
It leaves me lost and hard to find
Smiling within a shadows ghost
Smiling with the blind
Seeking salvation from the nightmare
Where are we to turn?
Seeking redemption from the redeemer
Who are we to burn?
There's something gone a miss here
Something out of time
Something lost and never found
Yours and never mine
There’s been something lost in nothing
And nothing seems so real
Tell me of the feeling
Tell me how you feel.
poem by David Lacey
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Life Is Life
Life is after all life
Whether you lead peacefully or with full of strife
It has to be spent either way
Casual or with noble and purposeful way
Life can never have different yardstick
Even birds have understood when they speak
Arrival of their new born in the nest
As if to celebrate it with fun and live at best
How nice they take care of new born?
Even rich or poor also enjoy same way even if life is fully torn
It is natural and almighty has given
The same sense of feeling and interwoven
Let us not enlarge area of operation
As it gives rise then to deterioration
If one can't look after its own affair at home
How can he withstand outside pressure and welcome
I picked the sense of birds and evaluated
How peaceful was their life and nicely related?
To build nest in time and take full care
Even to face the presence when some one goes near or dares
In blind quest we sometimes sacrifice real happiness
That may make him restless and not shown on face
If life is given for peaceful living and with purpose
It must be made amply clear and must be chosen
Let is build high rise buildings or make living in space
It has to be made with sense barring the mad race
After all it is for our living and that must be borne in mind
Love, affection, relation are all for us not to go blind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t love me
And I don’t need a clue or story
That I should give up, I better give up
I mustn’t let this feeling to live
He could slap me through my heart
Word always glued in my mouth
But everything I do is for him
He has a power in me
Tangles severe complication
He always screwing my mind
I can’t get him out of my head
I can not even hate him
He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t even look at me
But I don’t care, do I care?
He is my only reason to breath
He doesn’t love me
And I’m always out of his door
I continue hope, a broken hope
He will open a little for me
He leaves a scar that last forever
I always have a right to forget
But my love is blind, how could you help?
It’s easy to say than to go away
He doesn’t love me
And I don’t want pity or sorry
That he will never love me
Of all the worst things in the world could be
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Love, your happiness is my happiness.....
My life's greatest happiness is to be convinced my love to you
I am grateful to you for making me happy through out my life
I have never known love until I met you and your love touched
my heart and brought so much happiness in me
Today, you made me to see everything in a new life and you
want me to know how those happiness could make me happy
I found my happiness is to love you and to be loved from you
Sometime, I miss you so much and your absence is very painful
But when I carry your heart within me then my happiness is shining
When I am sad then your sweet words brings me happiness
and my soul get enough strength when it join your heart
When my heart wants to know the meaning of ' love'
then your love is making me to believe the truth of love
Without you there is no happiness in my life and with you
my life is full of hopes and my dream will come true
When you hold me in your arms then my heart
never want to let me go because your happiness is
my happiness. I love you so much my love.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Seeking For Happiness
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
Eager for noon-time's large effulgent splendour,
Too oft we miss the beauty of the dawn,
Which tiptoes by us, evanescent, tender,
Its pure delights unrecognised till gone.
Seeking for happiness we needs must care
For all the little things that make life fair.
Dreaming of future pleasures and achievements
We must not let to-day starve at our door;
Nor wait till after losses and bereavements
Before we count the riches in our store.
Seeking for happiness we must prize this-
Not what will be, or was, but that which is.
In simple pathways hand in hand with duty
(With faith and love, too, ever at her side),
May happiness be met in all her beauty
The while we search for her both far and wide.
Seeking for happiness we find the way
Doing the things we ought to do each day.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Fog
Groping.
It's day.
But it's night.
I'm on the floor.
My body aches.
Not really.
It's my heart that's broken.
And my mind that's split.
Why am I alone? .
Why am I here? .
It's brightly dark.
I feel it.
Can almost grasp it.
The darkness quietly growing inside of me.
The strange one on the corner frightens me.
But I like him.
'Do it', he says.
'Just do it'.
I drink from the floor.
I'm dead thirsty.
It's been a journey.
Where's everyone? .
Where did everyone go? .
Where are my friends? .
Where am I? .
Where is God? .
Hate broods.
Bitterness rages.
Hurt screeeeaaaams!
It hurts.
Everywhere hurts.
It's been a journey.
I remember vaguely.
Love was all I wanted.
And yeah, happiness.
How did I get here.
I feel wet.
Not from the water on the floor but from within.
I stand.
I look down.
My chest's open.
I'm bleeding.
My heart's not beating.
It's bleeding.
I scrrreeeeeeaaaaammm 'heaven save me! '.
I remember.
I've cried out like this before.
No answer.
Here i am, still.
I'm stuck.
The second hand won't move.
I'm breathing.
I'm dead.
My whole life flashes before me.
Oh, the mistakes i've made.
The things I've done.
The failure I've known.
Rain's falling.
A dropp hits me.
I taste it.
It's tears.
My tears.
I've cried a thousand times.
It pours.
I'm soaked.
But numb.
I feel nothing anymore.
I care about nothing.
Life's been unfair.
Life's unfair.
I look.
Can't see.
I hear: 'Do it'.
The strange one waits for me.
I see death.
Hands stretched out he says 'take my hands'.
I look up.
Nothing.
I look down.
Tears and filth.
I sit down.
I take a corner.
I wait.
What am I waiting for?
Why am I sitting?
I should move.
My feet's numb.
My body's like lead.
My arm's around my legs.
My cheek on my knee.
I refuse to do it.
I won't take his hands.
I wait silently.
Maybe one day, this day will pass.
One day just one day He'll remember me.
And that day I'll be saved.
If not?
Let fate be.
Que sera sera.
For what will be will be...
poem by Jenim Dibie
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