Midnight Grave
It was not enough to see your shadow
in the loft
of that worn out warehouse.
I needed more than the cemetery
beaming from your lips,
the iris, blooming from your eyes.
my hands on their second boil and
for a passerby, this is
a graveyard of fragrant flowers
You choked me at midnight,
in the light of song,
and shook my world to its
foundation.
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My Midnight Shadow Man
He comes at midnight
and kisses me tenderly
but everytime I try to touch him
he just disappear.
My midnight shadow man
who are you in my life?
My midnight shadow man
are you real,
or just my fantasy?
My midnight shadow man
can I touch you tonight?
My midnight shadow man
will you be by my side
even just for tonight?
My midnight shadow man
my midnight shadow...
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Blooming
Spring already
Flowers blooming
Birds humming
Sing their sweet
Sweet song
The air
Full of blossoms
Blooming flowers..
Blooming plants…
Blooming love
Spring is clean..
Spring is fresh…
Spring is that new beginning
We pray for in the end
poem by Alexsis Daniels
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This Song, Same Song
Surprise
Reprise
Sunrise
Your eyes
Two eyes
Four eyes
Blue
Something
A thing
The thing
That thing
What thing
Our thing
Love
To do
Should do
How do
You do
Can do
Will do
Done
Forward
Toward
The ward
Awkward
Backward
Upward
Down
Sunlight
Moonlight
New light
Low light
Old light
No light
Sleep
No no
Yes no
I know
You know
Say no
Means no
Yes
Play card
In yard
Glass shard
Life marred
So hard
M'vis Bard
Band
This day
New day
Today
Good day
Someday
No day
Free
Our world
This world
Your world
His world
Her world
Whole world
Wide
This song
Same song
My song
Your song
A song
Our song
End
poem by David DeAngelo
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And blooming
Blooming blooming
You are blooming.
You are white tulip
You are tube rose
You are passiflora
You are mutabilis
You are marigold
And what not
What not you are.
Your world
Wonderful world
I am
With You
You are blooming
Blooming blooming
And blooming.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Graveyard In The Sky Ii
Dad's, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, brother, sisters, aunt, and Uncles died at their home here on earth some time ago
And then they were all buried in the graveyard in the sky
But there in the sky nobody steals the grave in the graveyard
Also there are trees in the graveyard in the sky and flowers inthe garden
But the road that takes to the graveyard in the sky is paved
And sometimes you will see the memonights in their horse carriages Passing by
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Graveyard In The Sky
Dad's, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, brother, sisters, aunt, and Uncles died at their home here on earth some time ago
And then they were all buried in the graveyard in the sky
But their in the sky nobody steals the grave in the graveyard
Also there are trees in the graveyard in the sky and flowers inthe garden
But the road that takes to the graveyard in the sky is paved
And sometimes you will see the memonights in their horse carriages Passing by
poem by Aldo Kraas
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A White Architect Of Light
8.8.88: She came back from the land of democrative destiny and dissolved
into the chaotic void.
Fighting for the freedom of reality
Building the light house in the darkest hours of life
Fixing up the spiritual essence through the existential nothingness
in the valueless zone
Layers by layers, realities of life theatre are turned into distilled light
out of trapped reflections
Mother of modern Myanmar honoured by consciencious tree of life
Curving away all the unnecessary parts
Curving away all the necessary parts
Communication revolution of the 21 st century
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Kadamb tree and Krishna leela! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Lord, far from Vrindavan, I heard your Divine song
Enchanted and in a trance, I hummed as I walked along.
The air was cool, after the rain and mildly fragrant.
With soft, woody, sweet, delicate and light scent.
Dark clouds were floating gently in the sky awhile
Sun was having long needed rest, I thought with a smile.
Lo, to my delight and disbelief, what do I see?
I am standing under the canopy of Kadamb tree.
Spellbound, unmindful of the light showers and the wind,
I saw golden balls of yellow flowers bobbing and swing
Saw you step out of the miniature painting in my mind’s eye.
Playfully watching the milk maids bathing, feeling shy.
In broad day light, stole clothes from the Yamuna’s banks.
Nonchalantly, climbed the Kadamba tree and played pranks
Teasing and laughing as they shivered and watched mute,
Pleading with their eyes, while you played, on your flute.
O Kadamba, could it be you are the sole witness alive
To KrishnaLeela, in folk lore and legends immortalised?
I wondered, as I made a garland of flowers to make an offering
In the temple, at midnight on this auspicious day - Janamashtami.
Janamashtami is the joyful celebration of Lord Krishna’s birth. It takes place at midnight, as He is believed to have made His appearance at that hour.
miniature paintings depict Krishna playing on His flute, under the Kadamb tree.
Lord Krishna is believed to be the most endearing human incarnations of Lord Vishnu. He was born in Mathura, near Vrindavan. His teachings have relevance even today.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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My Side
Black emptiness is where I travel
Casting shadow where ever I go
Someone must play this part
There must be balance to make this world work
There needs to be darkness
May I bring despair, hate, and jealousy
into the lives of others
I despise myself
I despise the thought of being alone on the hated side
I am revolted even though I didn't choose this life
But as I said there needs to be a balance
And she is on the other side
There's always a ray of light in the darkness
She is that light I wish to have stabbed in me
She is my light, the guide of my love
I can feel her deep in my heart
But the darkness covers her in my eyes
Though she is always with me
Because as she casts light there must always be a shadow
I sit near a blackened pool on the opposite side of the world
and I look at the closest reflection I have of you
The moon shines on as I'm wishing you were here
I look into the pool and think of the time we have spent
Those brief few moments when light met dark
'This is a love to fight for'
That's what I said the last time we met
You shook your head and said
'In the end we'll both lose'
Time fades fast
I must convince her here and now
'Look at me' I said in her ear
She looks and her eyes twinkle
'If at anything my dream came true
I brush back her hair
'I got to meet a girl like you'
Gentle lips meet
Sometimes a kiss is all you need to do
That day was the last time I saw her
As time hit the right mark we were forced to pull away
Me into darkness
She into light
I grab her hand and try not to let go
But I was being pulled back
I yell so she could hear
'I'll come back to you I promise'
She nods
'I know you will'
And we break
I am swallowed in the darkness again
Alone and again on the other side of the world
I will wait again for the next day
When light and the dark can meet once more
Written: February 16,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling to Eyes
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger
on eyes: thus begins the record of our
hearts.
It is the moonlit night of March;
the sweet smell of henna is in the air;
my flute lies on the earth neglected
and your garland of flowers is
unfinished.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
Your veil of the saffron colour
makes my eyes drunk.
The jasmine wreath that you wove
me thrills to my heart like praise.
It is a game of giving and with-
holding, revealing and screening again;
some smiles and some little shyness,
and some sweet useless struggles.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
No mystery beyond the present;
no striving for the impossible; no
shadow behind the charm; no groping
in the depth of the dark.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
We do not stray out of all words
into the ever silent; we do not raise
our hands to the void for things
beyond hope.
It is enough what we give and we
get.
We have not crushed the joy to
the utmost to wring from it the wine
of pain.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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So, I Held On
Where was here
when I traveled back
in search…
in need of hope…
Time ridiculed me
when, I needed life,
needed you…
just to breathe in,
inhale… just to love…
Moment by moment
as the time passed us by
the windows closed, and
the doors got locked, even
walls rose up from the Earth
I got lost without a key
and you didn't want me,
to follow you… to be,
your shadow, the only one
Sigh.
Where was then
when I saw it all written
deep within your eyes
it shook my soul…
my core… and I fell
Tell me that you don't!
You don't love me
you cannot, and I know
eyes don't lie, and
I know what I saw.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Tuvvi Tuvvi
SERENADING THE SEASON OF SPRING WITH SMILES
ARE THE BIRDS SINGING MELODY OF TUVVI TUVVI
DANCING TO THE BEAUTY OF BLOOMING DAFFODILS
ARE THE LEAVES IN THE WIND WHISTLING TUVVI TUVVI
USHERING THE WARM SUNSHINE OF THE SPRING
ARE THE WALTZING SHADOWS SINGING TUVVI TUVVI
BORDERING THE GREEN GRASS ALL AROUND BEAMING
ARE THE SWAYING TREES SINGING TUVVI TUVVI
WELCOMING THE BRIGHT SPRING IS THE BEAUTIFUL MORNING
REFLECTING ITS LIGHT ON FLOWING STREAMS OF SINGING TUVVI TUVVI
SEEING THE SIGNS OF NEW LIFE PRAISING
ARE THE GRATEFUL HEARTS SINGING TUVVI TUVVI
BLOOMING ARE THE FLOWERS IN SPRING COLORS
INVITING THE BEES BUZZING TUVVI TUVVI
FILLING THIS WORLD WITH SWEET SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER
ARE THE CHILDREN SINGING TUVVI TUVVI
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poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Cemetery Drive
cemetery drive,
covered in mist,
driving down the road,
so cold,
the crypts and tombstones cast dark shadow,
the bats and the wind,
grimly howl,
cemetery drive,
a place of shadow,
cemetery drive,
tall dead trees,
comfort the dead,
black roses grow along the road,
they fight the cold,
and give the living hope,
the living hope their hearts never stop,
and they'll never have to call cemetery drive home,
and tend to the shadows and black roses
poem by Catie Belle Stark
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Song of the Soul XXII
In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song - a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.
How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fear of
Harsh ears.
When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glittering stars; my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.
It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
What string could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Final Eyes
Person to person woman to man
Sing me a story to reach me
Teach me to teach me to understand
All these emotions I miss you
So you leave her
Cant believe her
Cant escapse
Final eyes
Final eyes
Person to person woman to man
Send me this song that will teach me
Like a river without a stream
Night time without dreaming
Send me this song that will reach me
So you leave me
Cant deceive me
See through me
Final eyes
Final eyes
And I know you think theres nothing
Theres nothing more to say
And I know that Ive got something
Ive got something to say
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
Person to person woman to man
Send me this song that will teach me
Like a river without a stream
Night time without dreaming
Send me this song that will reach me
So you leave me
Cant deceive me
See through me
Final eyes
And I know you think theres nothing
Theres nothing more to say
Dont hide behind the headlines oh yea
Ive got something to say
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
Whenever I needed
Whenever I needed
Whenever I needed
Someone
If ever I needed
Whenever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
You saved me from falling
Saved me from falling
Im so in love with you
song performed by by Yes
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Final Eyes
Person to person woman to man
Sing me a story to reach me
Teach me to teach me to understand
All these emotions I miss you
So you leave her
Cant believe her
Cant escapse
Final eyes
Final eyes
Person to person woman to man
Send me this song that will teach me
Like a river without a stream
Night time without dreaming
Send me this song that will reach me
So you leave me
Cant deceive me
See through me
Final eyes
Final eyes
And I know you think theres nothing
Theres nothing more to say
And I know that Ive got something
Ive got something to say
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
Person to person woman to man
Send me this song that will teach me
Like a river without a stream
Night time without dreaming
Send me this song that will reach me
So you leave me
Cant deceive me
See through me
Final eyes
And I know you think theres nothing
Theres nothing more to say
Dont hide behind the headlines oh yea
Ive got something to say
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
If ever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
Whenever I needed
Whenever I needed
Whenever I needed
Someone
If ever I needed
Whenever I needed someone
You were there when I needed you
You saved me from falling
Saved me from falling
Im so in love with you
song performed by by Yes
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I Have Dreamed of You so Much
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make
your dear voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my
chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many
days and years, I would surely become a shadow.
O scales of feeling.
I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up.
I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who
counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and
face of some passerby.
I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much
with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom
among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow the
moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.
poem by Robert Desnos
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The fragrance of you..
Why do you hurt me with your thorny fingers,
When I do not even pull and hurt you,
But pluck you, when you sway with the wind.
The cold dews on the beautiful surface,
The elegant hips near blooming flowers,
The single petals perfectly arranged,
Each one of you uniformly differently shaded,
You are the symbol for love and compromise,
you are there to worship and worry,
When distilled to obtain a gram of fragrant oil,
Two thousands of you have to be sacrificed,
You are everywhere in the world,
Everyone welcomes you with open hands,
To hold your thorny stem and then,
Take you to their nose, The Rose.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Fragrance
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
Raining at me, very giving
Very kind
Impressions of you
From the first couple of times
Your eyes, your smile
The touch of your hand
The smile kept blooming
While awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
A surprising sudden elation
Growing intense
My thoughts dance
With the flowers
In circles all encompassing
Struck by the magic in that moment
Movement, eternity
Solid with a sharp edge
Cutting through time and space
So complete and independent
They are no longer mine
No I cant possess them
As I cant possess you
Too small really
To be able to hold
To be able to stay
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
I keep
That beautiful piece of memory.
poem by Dharinee Bapat
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Hope Echoing Runs Light
dream is you
hope echoing runs light
enhanced and shrunk
back and forth
it is what the world does
time flies
people forget
something old becomes new
new generation arise
it is what the world does
if your dream has not deid yet
it is about time to embark
application form is online
the answer is not always on screen
things online must be too worn
answer is in nature
maybe among people in nature
they can even hear flowers blooming
and the world is slightly of what you think
that is hope
keep it
raise it
carefully