On the rooftop
The day is overhung with cloud,
A curious dream alights on the rooftop.
On the verandah, I am drinking
A book of poems-it is a good day
for drinking a slow world.
Inside my brain, a line of song returns
-of Tagore, ' still you remember me'.
In this fall-leaves in pattern floats down on
the naked ground- a couple sits on a bench.
They are as old as eternity-Love froze them
three million years ago. On other side of
the park lit-up window shows a magic.
In the melody of Malkosh from sitar played by the
the great maestro behind the clouds,
I am drowned-it make me an actuality
sans flesh and bones, sans intellect and
language; I threw my heart on the pavement
it leaps onto the sky like a moon so beautiful
that words fail........
What is it? you are no longer to answer me.
In the melody of sitar I drowned my self-
It made me only an existence,
sans flesh and bones, sans intellect and language.
I threw my heart on the pavement,
it leaps to the sky like a moon so beautiful
that words fail-what is it?
poem by Aloke Mukherjee
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Satan and God
Sans sound, silence is not there.
Sans darkness, light is not there
Sans man, woman has no value.
Sans Satan, the God has no role.
24.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Unattainable asylum
Brainless beauty is a peril.
Brain without beauty is still a thrill.
To me, however, you are a thrill.
My intellect, you titillate.
My heart, you mutilate.
I stick to the job and this venue
Only to see you and be near you.
When the job and the venue go
Where will I go sans you?
How shall I live sans you?
In two years comes my civil death.
Along with it, goes my sensual death.
It is in your hand to put it off
By answering my calls
And sending your smiles.
Can you promise, my dear?
30.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Only Leaves!
Will there be fruits without flowers?
Will there be flowers without leaves?
But in my garden only leaves grow
Without flowers and fruits ever!
Selfish growth will mar healthy society!
It will be like westward rush for gold
Where everyone fights with gun to kill
One another along with joy and fun ever!
Competition sans cooperation kills joy!
Animal lust cannot sustain divine love
Making joy bloom as flowers in garden
To make joy rule life forever in bliss!
Life sans good company as desert sans oasis is
Stock piling of wealth sans none to share joy!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Rencontre
Passant mêle à ta vie l'orgueil et la bonté
Surmonte l'ennemi et bois à sa santé
Honore ton outil sans le laisser inerte
Brise-le par amour au moment de ta perte
Et méprise ceci Jouir sans en pleurer
La vigne sans ivresse et le champ sans ivraie
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Eyes Without A Face
Im all out of hope
One more bad dream could bring a fall
When Im far from home
Dont call me on the phone
To tell me youre alone
Its easy to deceive
Its easy to tease
But hard to get release
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone elses pocket then make a slip.
Steal a car and go to las vegas oh, the gigolo pool.
Hanging out by the state line,
Turning holy water into wine
Drinkin it down
Im on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin to stay hip.
Im thinkin of you youre out there so
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I dont despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But its gone from your eyes
Id better realise
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now its getting worse.
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Eyes Without A Face
I'm all out of hope. One more bad break could bring a fall.
When I'm far from home don't call me on the phone to tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive. It's easy to tease. But hard to get release.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time believing all the lies to keep the dream alive.
Now it makes me sad. It makes me mad at truth for lovin' what was you.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face.
And now it's getting worse. Yeah.
song performed by by Scooter from Encore (Live & Direct)
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The Melody Of My Heart
my heart is on the rise
and fall
my heart's melody is as nice
than all
like the leaves
on the tree by the river
my heart is a melody
to the birds of love,
life and all that worth
as i walked the earth
with the melody
of my heart from then
and sang to my heart a melody
i explore an adventure
of the melody in my heart
and art a melody of my heart
with fingers dancing to the heart
my veins rain with melody of the heart
i feel the heart
in talk and melody
and that melody
is the melody
of my heart
my heart is a melody
to the words of a rhythm
its music from the heart
a melody of emotions,
feelings, love and death
...after all,
it is the melody of my heart
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Madonna (new version)
I thanked the gods for you
and you were Madonna beautiful to me
as if something holy
radiated from your heart.
Your golden eyes
could look deep into my soul
and you could understand me
for who and what
I really am.
You could put your fingers
to strings and brushes
and the most beautiful words
could go out of your hands
and your sparkling voice
stays forever with me,
but Madonna,
you are gone.
Now I know that John Keats
and AG Visser
would have understood how it feels
when a princess
whom you tried to build a life with,
decides that she does not
like you, neverless love you
and I wonder
if there’s still a heart beating
Madonna, in your breast?
[References: La belle dame sans merci by John Keats, La belle dame sans merci by AG Visser, La belle dame sans merci by Gert Strydom and No red rose by Gert Strydom.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Painful Effect Of Your Love
Thoughts of daydream, Swear of love,
With you, wrecked heart like sharp thorn,
And mesmerizing reminiscence of that strolling
Made heart like quarry and impell it to moun.
And memories of your sensual grin,
At my silliness and that roaming,
On that 'diluge full' eve'
Grimaced ma' heart, and
That droplets proves stingful tears now.
Shall you move ahead;
A corner in your heart,
Always missed a sensitive carer,
And felt that loneliness that can never be filled.
And not this only wreak me,
It also let your whole life
Sans happiness, sans love, sans Sweet Sweetheart.
poem by Indrajeet Mishra
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Sonnet- Things Change In Life
The more we climb, the more we leave behind;
To gain virtues, we must give up vices;
Each stage, we must maintain our peace of mind;
Good deeds, more temptations sure entices.
The more we climb, the fear of fall is more;
So, reinforce yourself at every stage;
Effort is more to open heavier door;
Sometimes, life's challenges, we must engage.
Sans sacrifice, great feats can't be achieved;
Sans risks and challenges, we can't do things;
Sans analgesics, pain can't be relieved;
Sans struggle, Life not much advancement brings.
The state of mind must change from woe to joy;
We ought to change some day to man from boy.
poem by John Celes
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Sweet Memories
Mesmerizing glimpse of sweet reminiscence
With you sting heart and nonsense
All life and happiness,
And left alone in life race.
And, swaggering you with other one,
Propgate envy in this soul one,
And you grinning at another,
Grimaced me and left alone further.
And with discarded heart and feeling,
See way and kept on waiting;
With tears and woe,
O Almighty! This doesn't happen even to foe.
And your memories left me,
Sans Joy, Sans Happiness, Sans Yummy.
poem by Indrajeet Mishra
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No Longer Celia But Aliena
anatomize Selena Celia
Celestina bright
forsaken
abandoned
for the sake of power
the star
who never really shone
unless touchstoned
in fools armours wit
the star amourouse
the star mort
sans life
sans closeness
sans beautitude
'No longer Celia but Aliena'
xenos living across the vast sky
Quotation taken from William Shakespeare 'As you like it'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Real freedom
Franchise freedom sans political freedom,
Political freedom sans societal freedom,
Societal freedom sans economic freedom.
Economic freedom sans marital freedom,
Marital freedom sans sexual freedom
Is no freedom you grant women.
24.01.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pigalle II - 0050 - Current French Version
Oui, je suis
chaque nuit
sous la pluie
sans ami,
sans abri
sans sous - si!
Qui sourit
contredit
cœur, esprit,
de la vie,
se détruit
se salit.
Viens chéri!
Viens ici!
Allons-y?
Qui jouit?
Vers minuit
ça suffit!
Si on suit
vers délit
c'est au lit
vers aussi,
vite on vit
des soucis.
Pauvre fille,
vivre ainsi
à Paris
si pourri:
mais, tant pis,
sans repenti
c'est reparti!
(25 October 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Women Without Men!
Sans men, women aren’t beautiful.
They will starve for admiration.
Sans women, men are not handsome.
They will starve for acquisition.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man is not whole, sans woman
Body sans soul is a corpse.
Soul sans body is ether.
Man is the corpse.
Woman is the soul.
Both together make life.
The corpse deteriorates.
But the ether exists.
Sans woman, man decays;
Sans man, woman stays.
Woman qua volunteer to Gandhiji,
woman qua adopted daughter to A.B. Vajpoyee,
woman qua daughter to Pandit Nshru
lent to respective men the soul.
26.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Song About The Moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then nah nah nah
Presto
Song about about the moon
If you want to write a song about the heart
Think about the moon before you start
Because the heart will howl
Like a dog in the moonlight
And the heart can explode
Like a pistol on a june night
So if you want to write a song about the heart
And its ever-longing for a counterpart
Write a song about the moon
The laughing boy
He laughed so hard
He fell down from his place
The laughing girl
She laughed so hard
The tears rolled down her face
Hey songwriter
If you want to write a song about
A face
Think about a photograph
That you really cant remember
But you cant erase
Wash your hands in dreams and lightning
Cut off your hair
And whatever is frightening
If you want to write a song
About a face
If you want to write a song about
The human race
Write a song about the moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then do it
Write a song about the moon
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Minitel after William Shakespeare Jacques Seven Ages of Man
All their world's a page,
and all the players minitel-mad players,
they have their résumés, their pseudonyms,
each actor for a time plays many parts,
his acts taking seven stages. At first equipment,
fresh ordered from the Poste, in welcome arms.
And then the neophyte with his instructions
and wide-eyed eager face, tapping the code
so willingly to screen. And then the practice,
with SUITE, ENVOI, RETOUR and REPETITION
colliding in his brain with mistress' eyebrow,
the fantasies and fictions of the game.
Then the user, sudden and quick to answer;
seeking ever new experience
even in deception's mouth. And then the addict
dialling sans respite 3-6-1-5.
With weary eyes ere telephones are cut,
full of wise ways and easy answerings.
And so he plays his part. The sixth stage shifts
into the bored and blasé demi-loon,
with carnet for his prose, spare telephone at side,
his coins once saved a-waste, the world too wide
for his shrunk purse, and his high manly hopes
turned against his longings, imagination
canting, all at sea. Last stage of all
that ends this strange eventful history
is deconnection and mere oblivion,
sans phone, sans sous, sans job, sans everything.
(1 June 1987)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Deserae's Poem
This was the first love poem I ever wrote. I wrote it for my first girlfriend. This was only shortly after I started writing poetry.
Your face is like an angel's grace
Your face is like a dove.
It's beautiful to see it,
And know that I'm your love.
You're beautiful, you're smart,
You're the angel in my life
Our love is growing stronger yet,
So strong it could break a knife.
With these three words you took my heart
You said it and I thought 'Who? '
Then I realized it was me
When you said 'I love you.'
you took my heart and loved it.
You're the full moon during the day.
I fell in love, I loved to hear
That name called 'Deserae.'
More beautiful than nature.
More Gentler than stuffed bears.
More lovely than a ballad sung
When I knew that you care.
I makes me glad you like me
Because love is pure and fine
It makes me glad you love me
And also that you are mine.
poem by Sans Serif
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see beauty in strength
giant of creation stands still
sans hunters sans fear
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (04 August 2008)
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