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Life?

Life manifests in things,
That often go unnoticed.
Her humped back,
Akin to a camel,
Roams the desert,
In search of salvation.
The only real thing,
Is the phoenix of hope,
Which rises from the ashes,
Again and again and again.

poem by Anushna Satapathy
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Phoenix

What does a phoenix do,
that is unlike a bird,
what does it do,
to be different?

A phoenix rises from ashes,
and so have I,
I guess I have a lot in common,
with this bird.

What beautiful creatures,
they truly are,
and in the dark,
they seem so strong.

But they look so shy,
and so meek,
but watch them soar,
high above the rest.

I hope one day,
I'll be like them,
soaring high above,
the weakest below.

I hope one day,
I'll be strong,
and one day,
rise from the ashes.

poem by Katherine Bryce
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Within The Mist Is Fire

Inspired by your inspiration
An inspiration I inspire
Through the ashes,
RISES...
A red phoenix, on fire

A mothers nature, Is to nurture
A poets words, will paint a picture
The path of my people
Diverged while unfostered
Left to the winds to recapture

The ways of my people
I preserve with great care
Like the phoenix
I rise from the ashes

The flame in my heart
The four winds in my hair
Like the phoenix
We will rise from the ashes

poem by Marcus McKinley
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A Camel

A camel
That walks alone
Across the desert unending
Has no pretentions.
Every camel is so.

A camel
That has a hump large and
A physique strong
Is a marvel to none.
No marvel at all.

A camel
Treads before me at times
Leaving a track to follow and
I carry my small luggage
No caravan is seen.

A camel,
A desert,
A track and
Me.
There is a breeze blowing from somewhere!

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Eric The Brick

Eric the Brick and his good friend
Bob the Block had a problem;
both were in love with Molly Mortar.
Each one wanted to impress her,
but neither knew what to buy.
Each thought of many things,
but everything they thought of
on Molly’s finger slipped through.
Each tried to think of an idea to impress her,
but neither could think of a thing.
They took their problem to Sally Sand
and asked her what they could do.
As Sally slipped through the sieve,
she that they should go
and either see Celia Cement or Winifred Water.
Celia could not help them,
but Winifred suggested they get her a Bactrian
and then the two of them could ride away
together into the desert sunset.
Bill the Block then said, “Hey what about me? ”
Winifred then suggested they get a Humphrey,
and then all three of you could ride
together into the desert sunset.
“But what is a Humphrey? ”
It is a very rare camel,
one you do not often see.
It has three humps
where the Bactrian has only two.
Eric the Brick and Bob the Block
looked and looked everywhere
but could not find
anything that resembled a Humphrey.
The moral of this story is
that some things are impossible to find
and a three-humped camel called a Humphrey
just happens to be one of them.

21 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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Phoenix Reborn

From the Great Fire’s ash, a new Phoenix shall rise
It’s glory is born from another’s demise
It’s mighty wings spread, as the Fire Bird sings
It’s voice heals the world, as it spreads it’s great wings
It rises above, a new King of the Skies
To the ends of the Earth the great Phoenix flies
Reborn from ashes, the Great Flame of the Sky
But in a burst of flame, this Phoenix shall die
Reduced to but ash, 'til the fire is stoked anew
This is the fate of the Phoenix, King of Skies Blue
From the ashes of death, shall a great flame be born
From the Great Fire’s ash, mighty Phoenix reborn

poem by Tim Vallie
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Loreena mckennitt, THE OLD WAYS

IN the desert
A camel
A lady
Riding
Against an orange sky

The lady in silk

She is running away

From the hot sun

In the desert
The sun is confident
Following her

In the full view

After all, the desert where the camel
And the woman walk

Is the sun’s best friend.

The usual old ways do not know betrayal.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From The Ashes

From The Ashes

Realities of the nightmare
freedom threatened by corruption
smoke rising from the ashes
two towers total destruction

fight for freedom
From The Ashes
fight for freedom
From The Ashes

join together and fihgt the tyrany
a world united as one
feel the wrath of the phoenix
nowhere to hide nowhere to run

rising from the ashes a world united as one
on September 11th the Phoenix was awoken

poem by Aaron Morris
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The Tears in Desert

Once upon a time in a desert,
There was a camel and an oasis,
Large terrain, scorpions, rattlesnakes, cruel sun and cactus,
Camel galloped its way through the painful elements,
May be this was less,
Qabilas and Pathans used it,
Bruised it,
Work done; Bye bye,
Beautiful motives to use it,
Tears filled its eyes but sun evaporated them all,
No one cared so on its knees,
Still working its way towards oasis,
But not getting it right,

Do you know who camel was? , or is?
Think twice, take your time,
Hope this time would enough for its journey to oasis...

poem by Vikrant Jog
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Search It

search anything

in your life

search any thing...

you search u got it...

you did not search

waste of life time...

you search any thing

any time search...

not only google.com

search all ways

what do u want...?

search it

the life is search only

you search your inner

you got many more...

search with you...

search the another's

and search the world...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I Search

I search for that something called an Identity
I search for the eternally dynamic being called 'me'

I search for that ever-elusive ray of Hope
That'll steady my walk on life's tightrope

I search for that stroke of Brilliance
That'll make me stand out among millions

I search for that much-needed Common Sense
That'll help me to decipher utter nonsense

I search for that slippery thing called Fame
That'll erase all my past memories of shame

I search for that quality called Tenacity
That'll help me cope with life's complexity

I search for that something called a Carefree Life
That'll remove me from worries and Danger's knife

I search for something called an Identity
And I still search for that being called 'me'

poem by Rony Patra
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A Thrill Of Hope

you love and fail
and you want to die
the heart that loves and fails
shirks and shrinks like a drying grape to the desert sun

raisin, look at you, you have become a raisin
wrinkled fruit,
shrinked to the size minimal to the existence
desired, you dry some more, taking away all the life
possible in your skin and bone

the desert sun is cruellest
in you
so unforgiving so determined to shrink you
more than a raisin
this cruelty can turn you into a stone

the night has come
this thrill of hope comes like a comforting friend
to tell you raisin,

keep the sweetness still
for tomorrow's bitterest spill
the cruelest sun
the deadliest ever
on this desert sun the hottest sands

and you will not surrender
the hope is still there

the dream is this oasis somewhere
the bedouin and his coming camel

who knows? and when?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O My dear unseen Lord!

You gave me a Camel
And stretched a long desert
A poor ration with a decander of water.
But I am not blaming you,
Is it possible to live with an old female Camel
In his entire life with fundamental needs?

*The soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tear.
-Unknown

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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In the Spirit of Rumi-39-The Desert

As the cool dawn brings the light
to the desert where the blue-white sky
meets the sand that time and man have brought,
and you wake the camel boy
to lead the camels from the waterside –

before you mount the lurching beast
and sway off into the desert on your path,
the camel-bells tinkling on the harness,

look into the camel’s eyes.
There you will see mingled,
pride in its being; patience in its duty.

The wise men say that God is found
where opposites meet and are resolved.
Proud in its being, patient in its duty –
no great wonder, then, that the camel
has been chosen of God to take you
across the desert of your destiny in faith and trust;

for in the world of metaphor, where man meets God
in the mind’s own language,
the camel is your body; dutiful proud servant
for the journey you must take; your company
for the length of time that journey takes.

So, traveller, when you reach the green and cool oasis
at the ending of the day’s sufficient journey -
first tie your camel by the waters of refreshment
before you kneel; for food; for prayer; then
resting in the bright-eyed company;
the eyes of those who scan the round horizon as they ride
and wonder always, what oasis lies beyond.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Real Thing

A mongoose can smile at a cobra
But that cobra will always be a snake
Diamante can shine like a diamond
But you know, like I know
That rock will be fake
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
You can xerox the mona lisa
Deadpan da vinci in every detail
Might beat customs on a home-made visa
But false papers
Only gets you in jail
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
Life wears a smile on its face
But it comes with a sting in its tail
Make believe fables have their place
But only a fool. only a fool
Believes fairy tales
I heard all the lies that they tell ya
phone me baby. the cheques in the mail
Well as fantasy. it may please ya
As the real thing
It does nothing but fail
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real

song performed by by Abc
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Rise Of The Phoenix

A dance of the broken
the depletion of a spiritual spark
a flame of a phoenix once constant
now never to rise

Pride misled, a thirst unable to quench
a hunger unsustained, adopted by greed
just a name, seen, preyed upon for a next meal
raped to civilization standard branch
man, spit on a gift made from a strong rib
that plants a gifted seed

A gifted seed sprouts, strong enough to walk
a connection with the rib which gave life
regained a smile, a tear dropp looking
high in the heavens, a beautiful majestic flame
from the ashes the phoenix rises again

poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Lifes embrace

The sun peeks over the rooftops nervously at first; with stillness all around, it rises majestically like a Phoenix from the ashes to survey his kingdom below! The dark, oppressive air is vanquished for a short while at least: We rejoice and embrace the beauty of the day ahead! We are at one

poem by Simon Thorpe
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Absurd Continued

surprise comes like a bud and bliss comes like a red flower
so dainty and beautiful but you know it well: a very short moment

like a breath a sigh like a puff of whisper to the ear
it is a show of life, we gather dry leaves and then burn them

we clean the ashes and we wait for the grass to grow back
we anticipate the coming of hope, the rain, the clouds, the sun

sometimes it is all dark, we are blind, and then things, all things
begin to be real, it is all the same, too much light is also blinding.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is Desire a Phoenix? !

Is Desire a Phoenix like;
A being so strong,
Yet so fragile,
I wonder? !
Then, what makes it die,
And what brings it back
To life;
To survive
In a rather overwhelming way?
Hope they say,
And I should be able,
By now, to know
That hope is a great factor
That can make desire revive,
Hope… in sharing
Our emotionality,
Physicality,
Intellectuality,
Beside SPIRITUALITY,
Can undoubtedly bring
It back to smile,
Hope in being
Loved the way
We are, can also
Bring it back
From the land of the dead;
Hope to desire
Is like fire to a Phoenix.

To me, desire seems,
A sensitive being
Who could fast flee,
And rapidly dies
Once hurt,
Lied to,
Ignored,
Or even postponed.

We have in us
Both the animal drive,
And the Angelic side,
No shame about this;
We crave to eat,
To have physical intimacy,
But it must be combined,
To be really nurturing;
Truly nourishing,
At least for me,
With Spirituality,
And Intellectuality
To calm not just a spot,
But heart and head,
As well.

Or is desire a continuous test,
That God puts inside us,
To see if we
Can elevate it,
And be elevated by it,
Or makes of it only
An animal thing,
A push to revenge
That brings us down.

I feel I am in danger
Once a man reaches my mind,
Especially if he does not believe
In God’s Oneness,
Or Mohammad as the last
Messenger whose MORALS
Are for human goodness,
I fear it because:
It becomes like
A frisky, fierce
And risky lioness,
Though it becomes
As such
Under the influence
Of a tender touch,
It could never be
Wholly animal like;
It becomes crippled
Once it senses
Ignorance about,
Or sarcasm against
What is Devine.

Yet wonder I,
How can people,
Have desire when
One of these factors
Is lacking or missing,
How can men and women
Desire each other,
Without the amalgamation
Of Soul, Mind, body and heart,
How can they have intimacy
Without the glorious assent;
Not necessarily on paper,
Of what’s sacred,
How? ! I wish I could
Know and understand.

I think I am a normal being
A full and healthy woman
Yet such actions are beyond
My mental capability,
Am I not a passionate female,
A genuine poetess?
Then why does my desire
disappears and becomes elusive,
Like a phantom or a mirage,
When shy from God,
Why the need for His consent
Is always a must to have it
Fulfilled, why loving
Him honestly thwarts loving
a man whom I would
Rather melt in his arms? !

And wonder I
Again and again,
About my desire:
Is it a Phoenix,
What puts it to fire
What can inflame it,
And what puts it
Back to ashes.

28 October,2005

poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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Phoenix Of My Heart

What goes on in your mind
When you said late at night
Ill shake it all up
Ill shake it all off
Ill shake it all up
Ill shake it all off
You know Ive got this feeling
You have this sense of freedom
There is a slow sensation in hesitating
In your arms, Im losing hold
Phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Phoenix of my heart
She comes in like a river
And leaves like the wind
Shes always in a hurry
She moves like a hurricane
Once again
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Here she comes
Here she goes
Listen
Wild thing you make my heart sing
Wild thing you make my heart sing

song performed by by Xymox
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Phoenix Of My Heart

What goes on in your mind
When you said late at night
Ill shake it all up
Ill shake it all off
Ill shake it all up
Ill shake it all off
You know Ive got this feeling
You have this sense of freedom
There is a slow sensation in hesitating
In your arms, Im losing hold
Phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Phoenix of my heart
She comes in like a river
And leaves like the wind
Shes always in a hurry
She moves like a hurricane
Once again
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Here she comes
Here she goes
Listen
Wild thing you make my heart sing
Wild thing you make my heart sing

song performed by by Xymox
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