Pictures At An Exhibition
the picture of the past
the touch of a thought
the perfume of a present
the sound of a symphony
everything
could be
unexpectedly
the mystification
of a latent memory
onward
when the moment reveals
it's time
intuitive
you'll sense
you'll see
what's to be divulged
this moment only
for those being privileged
and present
time
with its unique varnish
fades
strong colors
loud noises
intense images
into pictures of an exhibition
exclusively behind closed doors
only for the happy few
wealthy enough
facing unique perspectives
in expanded revolutionary views
gained ground
exploding in color
and sound
exposing a new world
leaving a stairway
following a sign
choosing that direction
feeling so immensely meaningful
just fine
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Now!
Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it, -- so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present, condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense,
Merged in a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you beneath me, above me --
Me, sure that, despite of time future, time past,
This tick of life-time's one moment you love me!
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet,
The moment eternal -- just that and no more --
When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core,
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
poem by Robert Browning
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Void
I closed the doors to the Seasons
Leaving time void of any change
Leaving the Earth in solid limbo
Putting tomorrow out of range
Bringing a silent closing-if you will
A stillness to a barren view
I closed the door to all Seasons
Leaving nothing old-nothing new
Just an empty cavern-like abyss
A swirling of nothingness remains
Blank views are my past and present visions
Nothing will ever be the same!
poem by Theodora Onken
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Blueprint Of Time Is My Life
Every second, minute and hour go,
Even i have so much to say or do,
Every moment is gone forever,
Do i have time or not?
I am running to catch illusions,
I am living the present moment,
Only hours seem like seconds,
Do i have time to catch time and make it mine or not?
Time keeps on running,
In its worldwide cycle,
How could i make it stop?
Do i have to tame the time or not?
Time is an infinite matter,
Never ends and never stops,
I wish i could make time my prisoner,
And live an infinite present moment.
The tracks of time remains,
Even time keeps running,
Blueprint of time is my life,
My past, my memories, my present.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Brilliant Mistake
He thought he was the king of america
Where they pour coca cola just like vintage wine
Now I try hard not to become hysterical
But Im not sure if I am laughing or crying
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this hurtin feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
It was a fine idea at the time
Now its a brilliant mistake
She said that she was working for the abc news
It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
Her perfume was unspeakable
It lingered in the air
Like her artificial laughter
Her mementos of affairs
Oh I said I see you know him
Isnt that very fortunate for you
And she showed me his calling card
He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
He was a fine idea at the time
Now hes a brilliant mistake
He thought he was the king of america
But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
The words of love in whispers
And the axe of love in screams
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this lovin feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
I was a fine idea at the time
Now Im a brilliant mistake
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Life's Challenges
The world oh so bright in my eyes
Now seems to be so grey
I'm still not sure
What turn of events
Caused my world's color
To slowly but surely fade away
It's funny how one moment
Everything can be going your way
Then all of a sudden a storm starts brewing
And when lightning strikes nothings ever the same
Amusing isn't it?
How one moment you could be flying sky high
Then the next moment
You're on your face on the ground
Isn't it funny how everything around you
Even your heart can fall apart
And never even make a sound?
The realization never dawned on me
Until the color from my world disappeared
That one or two happy moments
In this life is all some are spared
This realization in itself
Has prepared me
For the next time lightning strikes
So next time I'll be ready
For whatever challenge is thrown at me by this life
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Hunt The Self
Messing around Ive wasted my time for years
Listening to friends who keep filling me up with ideas
Having deep talks with scholars who sound so fine
Hearing this sham is like getting drunk on cheap wine
Well its time for a change
Ive got to move on
Theres got to be more than this
The feeling is strong
Look in better places gonna look inside
Gonna get higher something is pulling me on
Breaking down the old ways feeling no regret
Gone are the shaky sands Ive been building on
Well its time for a change
Well Ive lost lots of friends
Ive got to move on
By sticking to my ground
Theres got to be more than this
I dont give a damn
The feeling is strong
Just look what Ive found
Here I come now got no time to frown
Nothing in my way now nothing can bring me down
Feel that surge open the doors around
Higher and higher the world is my hunting ground
Well its time for a change
Ive got to move on
Theres got to be more than this
The feeling is strong
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Simple Isolation
Not alone but together in isolation
Living with memory with solid bond and relation
Nothing has gone away or taken forcibly
You will be able to steer the course ably
I live by every moment
Past and present in silence without any comment
You are so near but still very far
I can remember you distinctly while looking at star
Not all the happiness can be realized
Not everything can be had or obliged
It is single journey and can be taken over
Person himself has to endure and find cover
At some sweet moment of time, you may be loved by many
You may be deceived very next moment and criticized by so many
These are the weak points to be faced by every individual
Somewhere to present as honest and somewhere to play as dual
Time may certainly be on you to remind your aloofness
This may be crucial time when you may feel badly about togetherness
The golden opportunity has passed of from your hand
It is proving very difficult to find reasonable end
Since you are left and deserted
You own will should matter and stand as inserted
An independent and peaceful empire should be created
Where you live happily without any feeling of being cheated
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Reality Ring
'With this ring
I do thee wed'
the preacher said;
and all I could think of
was how beautiful
the pictures would be
and the stories I would have
for my guy friends.
and those
future memories;
and did not hear
clearly
the call for the ring,
I was not present
in that moment
to feel.
So it was with me and
many of us
being anywhere
but where we are;
any time but present time
any place
but this space.
Always outside our time;
and what is real is only
what can be purchased
bought
or experienced
in the future
or the past.
So I am still guessing
what is real?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.
quote by Thich Nhat Hanh
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A Portrait Of Tomorrow
get the pen of the present
and take the colors of the past
use the hand that you trust
and begin making
tomorrow's portrait
have the ears of twenty years ago
try listening
if the sound is happy
put them there
and for the nose
smell the sweat of your childhood
those that play so well on the grass
and took the plunge on the clean rivers of your life
if you have that nostalgic feeling
then put that nose there
and how about the mouth and the lips
i think, if i were you
i'll take the teen age years
remembering the first kiss
and the first communion
the sound of a tight embrace
and if you like those happenings
then have those years
as your mouth and lips
and even the teeth
and now for the eyes
those that know really how to see
clearly and probingly
ponderous eyes
where wisdom is embedded
i think if i were you
take it from the present
those that see the past
as a summary
and of course the future
as a plan
specific and determined
strong and willing
and with a stroke of your
skilled hand you put the final
touches of tomorrow's portrait
you see your face and you say
you are beautiful
you caress it and tell yourself
you are lovable
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Colors Of Love
lue is a color - that i'm seeing for the very first time
in the skies - in your eyes
every time we're together and you put your little hand in mine
blue is a feeling - that i'm never gonna have again
can't be blue - i've got you
and lady in you i've found a lover and a friend
whenever i'm with you - color me happy
whenever we touch - color me hot
you color my world in
colors of love - shades of emotion
at the end of the rainbow
we found everlasting love and devotion
red are the roses - that you're holding in your hand
when you need - tender lovin'
pretty lady you know i'm your man
red is the color - of the passion that i feel for you
when it's hot - burnin' up
sexy lady you know i'm so in love with you
whenever i'm with you - color me happy
whenever we touch - color me hot
you color my world in
colors of love - shades of emotion
at the end of the rainbow
we found everlasting love and devotion
colors of love
song performed by by All-4-One from And The Music Speaks
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Captured Memory
stuck in a moment
a split second
a picture of joy or even lament
You may have smiled
or maybe not
without the picture you would of forgot
Stuck in a scapbook
stuck in time
I am the picture and the picture is mine
Forever in my memory
forever in my mind
I have my pictures of memory sealed and signed
A split second it was captured
Into my past
A way to remember, and a memory find
poem by Summer Song
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Trauma Of Time
Time Fades The Smile, Not The Pain.
Time Drains The Water Not The Damage From The Rain.
Time Fades The Tomorrow Not The Yesterday.
Time Fades The Cuts But The Scars Never Go Away.
Time Fades The Sweetness Not All The Things Sour.
Time Fades Those Few Precious Moments But Not The Crippling Hour.
Time Fades The Sun, Not It’s Brutal Remains.
Time Fades The Photographs Not There Stains.
Time Fades The Lessons Not All The Things That I’ve Learned.
Time Puts Out The Fire But Not The Days I Burned.
Time Fades The Colors Not The Glaring White.
Time Fades The Bruises Not The Darkness In The Night.
Time Fades The Happiness Not The Tears.
Time Fades The Triumphs Not The Fears.
Time Fades The Storm Not The Ocean.
Time Fades The Memories Not The Emotion.
Time Fades The Dreams Not The Nightmare.
Time Fades The Hand Not The Times You Weren’t There.
Time Fades The Beauty Not The Gloom.
Time Fades The Doors And Windows Not The Empty Room.
Time Fades The Love Not The Empty Lie.
Time Fades The Hello But Never The Goodbye.
poem by Bridgid Patrick
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Has Anyone Got The Time
Dreams live far in the future,
Memories dwell back in the past,
The only time that is real,
Is now, and it surely won't last,
This is the moment to live,
The only time that is true,
All other times are irrelevant,
Now is the time to be you.
The time to enjoy, is here now,
Because "now", will not happen again,
This time is unique and un-charted,
So make happy the memories that remain.
You may plan for the future you wish,
You may save, and prepare, even steer,
But the future is coming; you can't change it,
Re-arrange it, or stop it, or veer.
On arrival, it's "now"; you must live it,
For in a fleeting moment, it's gone,
Then all that is left is the memory,
The future is coming……………….it's gone!
From my recently published book; 'By The Way...' By Derek A. Sim
poem by Derek. A. Sim
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Perfect person i adore, only perfect person i'm assured
If only I knew that, I’ll found a person like you,
my heart will be so happy, and my day comes into a
living legacy of the memory of every yesterday, and
as i leave the portal of today, the past comes the day
to remember the present of what was the moment of the
past, for only today that makes the meaning of what
is year after years gone
flaccidly leads me to what the dream comes, easy to
live in the abundance of the heart the soul speak and the
wreath of victory lingers in every moment of the past, a
happy memory shared and a joy wondered that leads to
master the hallucinating shooting star, where the
blissfulness of time settled in your alluring heart of
love
come and touch my peaceful harmony of rhythmic
passion, live the harpoon of the growing glows of living,
fear me not for I make you the queen of my trembling
honest life, the true and genuine truth of loving you, would
always stay in your everlasting memory of eternity
perfect me in your Heart, and the Spirit that loose…..tied
you in my Soul
poem by Antonio Liao
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Anything in between
I can’t become anything even if I want to
I can’t attempt simply and pass though
It has certain norm and has to be met
Goal and priority should be decided and has to be set
Nothing materializes all of sudden
If you are sure of it then only it is done
You may get the success or fail
All your efforts may help you to sail
I know how to excel as good poet
I have revolutionary ideas but have to keep quiet
I may have strong will power to change the world order
It may some time result into disorder
How do the ideas enter into empty memory?
How do they develop into in to fine poetry?
Words after words may occupy different position
It may result then into fine composition
Can this lead into conflicting views?
Does the poet get its proper dues?
Can this land him into disarray/
Can this also take readers in to his way?
It is difficult to judge and visualize
Nobody can prejudge and lateralize
It may touch the inner core of the heart
It may land into garbage before entering mart
I have no time to think about all this things
It has to be an honest attempt at something
It may not find place today then possibly tomorrow
Some time has to be given to express the sorrow
It may have premature demise
No one can guarantee or promise
At every step it must be revised
Some new ideas to be set in and formula devised
The poets are small vanes of the society
It must pick correct mood and offer in variety
There s no use to present the which is obsolete
It has to be unique an din it self complete
The poets are not emerging in a day or two
They are subjected to litmus test and have to pass through
Not possible that it may find all the time good favor
The quality and product both must have flavor and fervor
If your ideas resonate with rhythm and synchronize
If it can meet the challenge and people too sympathize
It is certainly possible to have all glory and fame
Otherwise one common thing to share is blame
Nothing goes out of tune in the mind
You must have suitable words ready to find
I must altogether touch the reader’s ideology
There has to be common approach without any bogey
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The teacher and the taught
The little devil walks up
-head bowed,
a picture of repentance
-he seeks forgivance
eager to apologise
a reformed person.
The teacher looks on
her eyes filled with affection
ready to embrace the culprit.
The teacher and taught
share an experience
unique and vibrant.
Each time a student walks up to ask
each time the teacher feels honoured to answer
each time a student turns to her for guidance
the teacher obliges with no resistance.
Here in the classroom
many life portraits are made
the present, past and future
are intermittently linked.
The teacher and the taught
share a relation
unique and vibrant.
poem by Sreelekha Premjit
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People Take Picture Of Each Other
People take pictures of the Summer,
Just in case someone thought they had missed it,
And to proved that it really existed.
Fathers take pictures of the mothers,
And the sisters take pictures of brothers,
Just to show that they love one another.
You can't picture love that you took from me,
When we were young and the world was free.
Pictures of things as they used to be,
Don't show me no more, please.
People take pictures of each other,
Just to prove that they really existed,
Just to prove that they really existed.
People take pictures of each other,
And the moment to last them for ever,
Of the time when they mattered to someone.
People take pictures of the Summer,
Just in case someone thought they had missed it,
Just to proved that it really existed.
People take pictures of each other,
And the moment to last them for ever,
Of the time when they mattered to someone.
Picture of me when I was just three,
Sucking my thumb by the old oak tree.
Oh how I love things as they used to be,
Don't show me no more, please.
song performed by by Kinks
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Room #9
Come inside take a ride it's your lucky day
Start your car won't go far brain's on holiday
Think I got a hit do you want a hit? Yeah!
All you need is a little bit! Why?
Open up your mind look at what you find
Touch the sky
Think it's almost time do you see the sign? Yeah!
Tasted like a grape but it was a lime! Yum!
Looking at the rain on a sunny day
Vitamin A! Vitamin A! Vitamin A!
I can see you and me floating in the air
It's allright day or night life without a care
Think I got a hit do you want a hit? Yeah!
First I used a toke Now I wanna flip! Cool!
Open up your mind and look at what you find
Feeling free
Don't anticipate hurry up and wait Now!
In a little while you'll be feeling great! Wow!
There's so much to do there's so much to see!
Follow me! Follow me! Follow me!
Rainbow cotton candy cloud thinking thoughts and speaking loud
Point to me the right direction pass the mirrors and reflection
See yourself as broken glass smash the vision of your pas
Running forward - can't turn back
Trains of thought are now on track now my mind's of purple haze
Screaming out in silent rage hearing things for miles around
Listen closely can you hear?
Can you hear the sound? Can you hear the sound? Can you hear the sound? Can you hear the sound?
I think I got a hit! Do you want a hit? Yeah!
All you really need is a little bit why?
Open up your mind look at what you find
Touch the sky
Think it's almost time do you see the sign? Yeah!
Tasted like a grape but it was a lime! Yum!
Looking at the rain on a sunny day
Vitamin A! Vitamin A! Vitamin A!
song performed by by 24-7 Spyz
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I Agree, It Is Not The Word
it is the hush
and the slight touch on my hand
on top of yours,
the sweat on my
belly,
the kiss and not
the unsaid
goodbye
i agree, it is not the word
that matters,
it is the memory that
haunts us both
still,
stuck on the scene
one afternoon on that Sunday
when they
were all not there
just the two of us
enjoying
each others'
mystery.
we were too young then
we thought we understood life
we didn't until this
pain subsides
that kiss that union
of souls
still lingers
you came into my life
at the wrong moment.
i went out too
at the wrong time
we like to find a moment in history
where we can both be right
where time becomes friendly.
until now all the doors are closed
the heart is numb.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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