Holiday
I'm going
On a
Driving
Holiday.
Would I
Still be
In touch
With you?
Yes,
My dearies.
With my
Dongle and
Wifi, I'll
Come to
Read your
Poesies :)
(poetry for my Boloji family)
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Easter Break
I've come back.
Will go again
Next week -
For another
Holiday :)
As the children
Are having their
Easter Break.
Schools are closed.
But I'll surely
Come and have a peek
To see what your
Poems have to say
As I know the best
That make it to
Ed's Choice
Will surely
Make my day :)
(Poetry for my Boloji Poets)
www.boloji.com/index.cfm? md=Content&sd=NewPoetry
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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BoloBook
We share
Poems,
Stories,
Profiles,
And even
Songs on
Boloji :)
Poetry
Brings us
Together
And
Keeps us
Together!
It's like a
BoloBook
That
Chronicles
Our
Inte ractions.
I'm so happy
With Boloji
Poetry.
Who needs
FaceBook? !
Surely,
Not me ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Good Morning!
On the days
He wakes up
Earlier than me,
I get a morning kiss
On my right cheek.
Without opening
My eyes I know,
Who it is from :)
It is my hubby
Wishing me…
Good Morning!
The Poem with the Picture is Here:
www.boloji.com/index.cfm? md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=10964
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Home Across The Road
On reading
My TV poem
He wrote:
Wish I was
The home
Across the
Road, I could
See you :)
Every day.
I responded:
You don't need
To be the home
Across the road.
You are in my
Heart's home.
I see you :)
Every day.
(Theme: Duet)
The TV poem is published here:
www.boloji.com/index.cfm? md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=10730
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Street Light
The street light
Looks at me
Eye to eye
And asks:
Is your mind
Brighter than me?
Of course, not
I say.
You do your
Duty diligently
Silently, not a
Word of grudge
Not a look of
Dissent, I see.
And me?
I huff and puff
At every duty
Given to me.
How can my
Mind surpass
The supreme
Intelligence,
The pristine
Brightness
Of thee?
The Photo of this Poem is Here:
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Meaning
Why you keep
Peeping into
Boloji? !
To see if I've
Written any new
Poetry? !
I've penned a poem
On your heart…
Go and decipher it.
Read in between
The lines…
And decode the
Hidden meaning ;)
That will give you
An ‘out of the world'
Meaning…which will
Change your life…
And give your world -
A whole new meaning :)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Read my poetry
Read my poetry
My poetry is enough
My poetry is independent
My poetry creates itself.
Read my poetry
My poetry is not mine
Everything belongs to my poetry
My poetry creats itself.
Read my poetry
My poetry is psyche and
Alchemy in me
My poetry is independent of me.
Read my poetry
It agony its ecstasy
Its inspiration
Everything belongs to
My predecessors-poet
Read my poetry
Read my poetry.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ed's Choice
To Dear Poets
Some of your
Poems
Are my
Favourites
Not because
I always
Agree with you.
I also beg to
Disagree…
There is a
Difference
Of opinion.
Yet I honour
Your
Perspective
As there is
So much
To learn
From you.
I get inspired
By your
Well-expressed
Words and
Verses…
So for some
Good reading
And reflecting
I look up to you.
(Dedicated to all the Poems that've made it to Ed's Choice on Boloji)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Sweetie's Poesies
Based at home
I get the time
To do his job
Searches, covering
Letters and applications
Whenever he wants
New openings…
I'm his private
Secretary, you
May say :)
Wish he also
Had the time
To give me
An audience
For my poetry.
He's so busy
With his work
That many a time
If I feel like
Sharing my
Composition
With him,
Just to get a
Second opinion,
I don't get him.
Why?
He's in the office ;)
On the weekends
And holidays, I feel
Elated if he lends me
His ears for some
Renditions of my poems
Though such precious
Moments are hard to
Come by…because of
His family commitments.
I look towards his
Retirement days…
When he'll be able to
Spare some of his time,
For reading and reflecting.
By then, if I'm well
And alive, I would
Love to read my poetry
To him, or else he can
Bask in my memories,
Perusing his Sweetie's
Poesies…
(My husband always addresses me as Sweetie in all his mails and callings of me, even when he's angry with me ;) LOL: D
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Singing Together
Autumn has came already
As in a psalm the amen.
We are together ready
To swallow venom-honey.
We are together ready
To grow the willing crocus
To bloom in our soul
This autumn last in focus.
We are together ready
And blessed by the cloud shadows.
What Sun has planed already-
We are together ready…
Translation of the poetry 'Cantec in doi' by Lucian Blaga
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poem by Elena Daniela
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Poetry Is All In One!
Passion for poetry is insatiable!
Poetry gives pleasure nothing can!
Poetry is many subjects under one roof!
Poetry never bores to write and read ever!
Poetry is a compression of many ideas in a nut shell!
Poetry displays power of pen to capture men ever!
Poetry captures as photo castles built in air!
Poetry is spontaneous over flow of ides!
Poetry flows free if extemporary!
Poetry is prolific words sure!
Poetry is a thing of joy!
Poetry is beauty!
Poetry is witty!
Poetry cheers!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Love Eternity
When your poetry
Falls in love with
My poetry…
And my poetry
Falls in love with
Yours.
We’ll let the poesies of
Yours and mine
Romance together…
In the fragrant, flowery bed
Of their rhyming rose petals.
The soft kisses and caresses
Of their honey-dewed words
Touching us deep and divine
Melting our hearts and souls
In their flames of passion
And love eternity…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Verges
You've
Given her
As much
Pain, as she
Can pour out
In her poesies
Now,
Don't
Give her
So much
Pain that
She verges on
Insanities…
You'll be
Able to
Live with her
Poesies…
But will you be
Able to
Bear her
Idiosyncrasies?
Please don't
Make her a
Victim of your
Eccentricities.
(a plea to life and god for a poet-pal)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Write Poetry
I write not poetry for the poor
for tears from their swelled up eyes
smudge and erase my words,
I write poetry not for the rich
for the splotches from their fat and cheese
hide my lines of wise,
I write poetry for not men to read
for in their skirmishes, poems are trashes
like beans spilled in pond full of slush,
I write poetry for the men not to read
for poems are little words, little music
little cry that the men cant touch or destroy,
poem by Saranyan Bee
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~ O' Poetry I Read I Write ~
~ O' POETRY I READ I WRITE ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
29 December,2009.
Poetry ~
I read I read I read
Without asking,
Knowing why?
Poetry ~
I write I write I write
Without asking,
Knowing why?
O' Poetry ~
Read n’ write
To share
Dare n’ bare,
Don’t care
Love to dye
By
Hi and fie.
.
O' Poetry ~
Life I buy
Never sell bye bye
All I’ll do until I die
Lo! I’m no hi-fi.
----
Copyright reserved by the author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Keeping email alive in touch
Keeping email alive in touch
A day gone by without your mail
I seem to be a year for me
Today I read your mail
Is full with gladness and happiness
Family and friends
Getting in touch
From around the world
I dream of the day, when we meet
Or again
In real from around the world
I will tell you, how much I love you
My family and your Friendship
When we do we spend all day long
Talking of this
Miracle email alive
Only we can make this happen
Because we been waiting for this moment
For a long time
I been waiting to meet you all
Or again
I miss you all
And to be my true friends
That you donâ? ? t know yet
When we meet each other
You agree my family and friends
When I read your mail
From the most beautiful family and friends
I have with you all
It is so pleasant to understand
I want you to know
You are the most loving
Family and friends
I want to feel your peasant
Completely our friendship
I truly love to have family and friends
Like you all
To all my beloved family and friends
Are important to me
Life in touch will never stop
Whatever weather
Keeping email alive in touch
The more successful is filled with common sense
poem by See Fee Lee
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Healing Through Poetry
The content of her book is very nice
And what she writes about she knows
She tells us of her struggles so well
Her love for God and His Son just flows
I am so glad that I got her book
Faith thru her book the soul uplifts
From my heart I recommend it to you
'Healing through Poetry' is a poetic gift
I really enjoyed reading this book so much
She surely shares some of her hopes and pain
Her poetry is a true tale of faith and love
Mary's healing thru Christ shows not in vain
Wonderful author gave me another perspective
Her love for her son shines all the way indeed
Poetry content can bring inspiration to all
For my part I'm happy that her book I've read
November 22,2009
Author's note: 'Healing Through Poetry.' This is Mary Ann Duhart's first poetry book.
poem by Dorian Petersen Potter
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Poetry Is Sexy
Poetry is sexy
Its lyrics aim to please
Poetry is sexy
Engaging in its tease
Poetry is sexy
It radiates with verb
Poetry is sexy
Every idyllic word
Poetry is sexy
Refined for purity
Poetry is sexy
Stripped of subtlety
Poetry is sexy
When read between the lines
Poetry is sexy
Laced with frilly rhymes
Poetry is sexy
Both singular and plural
Poetry is sexy
Every exclamatory swirl
Poetry is sexy
Grammatically raw
Poetry is sexy
Even typos and all
Poetry is sexy
Consummated publicly
Poetry is sexy
When performed properly
Poetry is sexy
Irrespective of its font
Poetry is sexy
Fashioned any way you want
poem by Brian Dorn
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Holiday
Well the super models in those magazines
They've been to places that I've never dreamed
Well they look so nice out on some sandy beach
But for me I've always found it out of reach
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
The hotel and life for me would be alright
We could always catch an early mornin' flight
As you treat yourself like in a movie scene
But its just another place I've never been
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
I call you up on your telephone
And leave a message there since your not home
I've got to go I've got to get away
Please come and take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Last nite I dreamed I was in Sante Fe
And then went on a flight to San Jose
Well I know that you don't really like to fly
But to see the world maybe you'd like to try
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Need a holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
song performed by by April Wine
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The Professional Poet
and of course it was wrong
to label him as that – in just that tone of voice;
a touch of envy there, no doubt
implying a comfortable life,
a smart careerist, older poets youthfully
cultivated, poems in the right magazines,
editors gently kept in touch with;
keeping on the right side of his peers,
'interesting' reviews of their poetry skilfully woven,
professional favours quietly exchanged;
academic posts gracefully filled, and
moved on from; leaving grateful ex-students
recommended for the vacancy;
and an acquired ability
to write just enough, but not less;
so it should be rather, a lifelong devotee of poetry,
and when he started to read to us I felt mean
for assuming him to be some artificial thing
a professional poet;
I wanted to inhabit his poetry, the
house of his poetry; but some doors
to rooms were open, some were shut;
would I give the time to find and love the key?
He read his own poems
as if they were step-children –
proud to show them off, and yet, not really his;
the audience, taken aback by this,
hesitated to applaud.
But when he read the poems of others,
he read them as though they were miracles
to stun and to admire, yet he was, we were, barely worthy of;
dropping as fine mercy, as the gentle dew of heaven; he read like
an amateur would read the great, in awe; as -
a lifelong devotee of poetry. He shone.
In each of us, a poet was born and lived.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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