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Uniting emotion

Uniting emotion
Poets become real
Enjoying easily
Readers attention.

Real and unreal
No yardstick
No deadline
Just read and read.

Poet found
Real poet found
With union with emotion.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I read another poet I could not understand

I READ ANOTHER POET I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND

I read another poet I could not understand
The metaphors racing one after the other
The eternal thoughts taking on a new particular dress
Words and more words
Lines and more lines
Rushing toward meaning and beauty.

And in it all my simple not understanding,
My waiting to hear words that would return to me-
My understanding
That only by my own effort
By my reading again and again
By my willing to believe
Could I make another poet real.

But do I want another poet to be real
When I am a question,
And when there are already others real for me also?

Oh selfish little man oh poor poor reader-

Write your poem alone again
As if no one but you will ever be able to write
The poems which are real.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not

The poet I am, and the poet I am not

‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Emotions

I saw a movie that moved me to tears.
I know that it is not real; yet it did.
I saw someone hit some one in a fight.
Though real it did not affect me.

Perception disturbs the body
And the body reacts as emotion.
Emotion comes out from what is taken
As real and not what is real.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This Poet Is Always Beside You

You are reading my poem but,
This poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
I am on your lips and,
I am in your mouth;
I am in your heart and,
I am in your mind;
Because, this poet is always beisde you.
This poet writes and others read,
This poet speaks and others listen,
And this poet is always beside you;
But, this poet is never known.
The works of this poet are on the internet,
And, they are being read by many! !
But, this poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who Can I Be Now? (1974)

Everybody's raised in blindness
Everbody know's it's true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anbody's point of you
Nobody can make their bondage
Everyone can feel the change
But even in my night I knew you found your son
And nothing would be quite the same
Please help me
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Nooo can I be real
Can I be real
(Sombody real)
If it's all a fast creation
Putting on a face that's new
Someone has to see
The road for human beings
Someone like this road been you
Up in heaven any angels
Likes these special game to play
Oh ho, could we, could we links this story
This next story angels boy
We do love for every day
Please help me
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Noo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Ye ye yeah
Can I be real
He found Love
Can I be real
Can, can I

song performed by by David Bowie
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Who Can I Be Now

Everybodys raised in blindness
Everbody knows its true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anbodys point of you
Nobody can make their bondage
Everyone can feel the change
But even in my night I knew you found your son
And nothing would be quite the same
Please help me
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Nooo can I be real
Can I be real
(sombody real)
If its all a fast creation
Putting on a face thats new
Someone has to see
The road for human beings
Someone like this road been you
Up in heaven any angels
Likes these special game to play
Oh ho, could we, could we links this story
This next story angels boy
We do love for every day
Please help me
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Noo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Ye ye yeah
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Can, can i

song performed by by David Bowie
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Little Bit Of Emotion

See all the people
With hatred in their eyes
I cant help thinking that
Its only a disguise
Cause underneath that core
Theres got to be more
Than what we realize
Maybe theyre scared
To let the inside out
Maybe theyre afraid to
Show what theyre all about
So they put on a heavy front and hope that no one else
Can work them out
So they put on all the heaviness
But its only an illusion heaviness
Cant you see
Theyre scared to
Show a little bit of emotion
A little bit of real emotion
In case a little bit of emotion
Gives them away
Look at that lady dancing around with no clothes
Shell give you all her body
Thats if youve got the dough
Shell let you see most
Anything but theres one thing
That shell never show
And thats a little bit of real emotion
A little bit of true emotion
In case a little bit of emotion
Gives her away
But its a shame shes acting that way
Somehow shes gotta get through every day
And the only way
Is not to show one little bit of emotion
A little bit of true emotion
In case a little bit of emotion gives her away
People learn their lines
And they act out their part
Then they talk on cue
But its got no heart
Its all on the surface
And its all contrived
Theyre scared to come out
Somehow theyve got to survive
Look at that looney
With a smile on his face
He knows no shame
And feels no disgrace
Hes got a look in his eyes
That makes it seem that hes from outer space
Maybe that looney knows what its all about
Hes got something to say
But he cant spit it out
Hes unco-ordinated so we shut him out
In case he shows a little bit of emotion
A little bit of real emotion
Were afraid to see a bit of emotion
So we walk away
Show a little bit of real emotion
Show a little bit of emotion
Were afraid to see a bit of emotion
So we walk away

song performed by by Kinks
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Silent Lessons

the poet in his work
tries to find himself, refine it
to let the lotuses in him bloom
the real poet lives in his own private realm
filtering sunshine to allow the rainbow in him to glow
the readers, well they are mere flower lovers

the lotuses that bloom by day
to show their wonder
and fold by evening
show not an inch of care
for praises, criticism
they are the real poets
- coaching verse writers!

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sometimes I Read Or Hear A Poem

SOMETIMES I READ OR HEAR A POEM

Sometimes I read or hear a poem
And know there is real Poetry in the world-
Poetry that takes me beyond anything I myself could know or write-
Poetry of a different kind of Beauty -
A language I never thought to hear
But once heard charms and delights me
As never before.

There is Poetry-
And there are real Poets-
And there are yet Dreams to be written-

So write on Stranger
Maybe you are the next one
A real poet
A voice the world truly needs and wants and loves to hear
Beyond any ever heard before.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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If you really wish to know the poets

If you wish
to understand poets
If you wish
to know what’s in their minds

Then you must read
their poetry
But you must also read
between the lines

For The most revealing lines
a poet writes about himself
Are the ones…
not written upon the wall

Unwritten yes…but hints abound in…
can be found in
Choice of subject…And choice of title
About the poet…tells us all

poem by David Whalen
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Meantime

The purity in dreaming
The mean time as a quarantine
Suppose there is no difference
And phone sex is eternal love
The promise in our yearning
The mean time is a quarantine
And the body parts can mix
And you fail to make her hard
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Once you've dried out a river
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Our dreams in holding patters
And the mean time is a quarantine
And i'm the one comparing
My having you tonight
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Caressing some other lover
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
In sexual positions
We never got to try and i
I see lovers in the swing door
Entangled, in space
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Once you've dried out a river ?
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one

song performed by by Imogen Heap
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Only A Fool, Would Say 'No', To Real Love...

Unselfish Love … Is Real Love
Real Love, Is Self-Sacrifice and Sacred Love … (1 Cor.13: 4-13)
And Supportive Love and Worthy-Symbolic Love
Inspired and Sure and Simple and … Sizeless Love

… and Only A Fool, Would Not Wear, Real Love

Real Love … Is Really True Love
And Those Who Do Love
Will Love’ YOU’, Love
Even, If Many Or Just A Few, To Love

… but Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love

Devoted Love … Is Also Real Love
And Real Love, Is Dedicated To It – Love
And More Than Just A Duty, Love
It’s A Higher-Ideal and Diplomatic Love

… and Only A Fool, Would Not Desire, Real Love

Only Real Love, Is Between: Two-As-One Love
For Real Love, Seals The Bond, ‘Til It’s Done, Love
Real Love, Is As Strong As Death Is, Love … (Canticles 8: 6)
Only Real Lovers, Know and Understand This Power of Love

… but A Fool, Will Never Fathom, This Kind Of Love

Real Love … In Case Of Emergency, Breaks The Glass
Real Love … Can Erase, Or Soothe Pain In Past
Real Love … Conquers ‘All’, In Its Path!
Real Love … Will Forever and Everlast …

… really, Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love

Real Love … Is Inimitable and Intense Love
It Is Forgiving … and No Pretense-Love
It Rises, Like Sparkling, Perfumed Incense or Mist-Love
To Love Like This, Makes Good Sense, Love

… for, Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love

Real Love’s Beauty … Is As Big, As The Sky Above
Real Love’s Chorus, Is As Glorious, As Poets Speak Of
If It’s Loyal and Always … Then, It’s Real Love
And If You Find The Lord Of Light, You’ve Found The Lord Of Love
See, Real Love … Is Perfectly Supreme, For GOD Is Love …

… (and Only A Fool) Would Say No … To Real Love …

Written & ©: 3/20/10

By: The MoonBee

poem by MoonBee Canady
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The Poet Who Has No Readers

THE POET WHO HAS NO READERS

The poet who has no readers
Needs the writing of the poetry
Loves the writing of the poetry
More than any recognition or praise
He may receive for it-

The poet who has no readers
Writes nonetheless,
For he needs and loves to write
Though he not be read or listened to at all.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am Not The Poet's Poet But Perhaps The Would- Be- Poet's Would-Be Poet

I AM NOT THE POET’S POET BUT PERHAPS THE WOULD- BE- POETS WOULD – BE –POET

I am not the poet’s poet-
The one poets of name and fame admire-
But perhaps the would- be- poets would be – poet-
Who tries to be a poet
And tries to understand what it means
To love poetry and live by writing it
Even when the world does not recognize me..
.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Blank spaces

Do not just read the words
Colourful and deceptive
They are not the real

Do not just read the lines
They fail to show
Chapter after chapter
The real success and failure

All my emotions
Have been punctured by punctuations

The errors have killed
All my happiness
The black ink
Stampeded all my pains

The real wisdom
I have kept secret
Just go and read
In between the blank spaces

poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Real

I know the sun's around
To wake the dead
You've got if anything
A bigger head
Most likely to perform
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Silly who ya know
Has got away
Sweet little who ya know
Lives in L.A.
Most likely to conceive
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Only the real world
Is so unreal
Only the real is real

Pocket the business card
Be on your way
Pocket the smiling face
And save the day

Most likely to perform
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Only the real world is so unreal
Only the real is real

song performed by by Tracy Bonham from The Burdens Of Being Upright
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The poet's page

Like a band of beggars
Revealing to each other
Where to find the bread
Is the poets page
An open line
Where poets reveal what's
Inside their heads
A platform of
Artistic exchange
Where an accompany of poets
Express what should be said,
As the
Words seems to take on life
For they are poet read
Poets can feel one anothers pain
As well as relates to each
others shame
Emphasizing on a topic is
A poet's personal lane
Poets dvides the spoil
As they expand, due to
sharing their gain
This is partly my analogy
Of a poet's fame

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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PH, To Me

When I joined the ranks of poets
At PH a few months hence
I found a group of people
Whom I now consider friends

Though, as a poet, I suspect,
I’ll ne'er be thought renowned
Still I love to show my work
Where it’s seen the world around

This site has been a boon to me,
Writing more than I used to,
And I think, by reading other bards
My own work’s been improved

I see this site as a privilege
And, one not to be abused
When angry tensions oft arise
It leaves me quite confused

Each item I submit in verse
Though meaningful to me
I suspect that, not, to all who read
Twill be their cup of tea

At times, much better poets
Than I, their work, submit
And even though, I know it’s great
I just can’t “get into” it

But if, alas, I take offense
At values, different than my own
I, simply, note the poet’s name
Click the mouse and move along

If a rude and contentious poet
Should offend enough, on site
Their work, no longer, would be read
Which would be their ultimate price

Copyright C R Clark-4/28/2008

poem by C.R. Clark
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Poet is free

Poet is free
No grammarian can guide the poet
Do not tell before a poet you are dare
And I know there are so many grammarians
With so many grammars
The poet is one with truth with love
All the grammars old middle modern
Are of no use for a poet
At the time of poet's thought
Poet's love poet's poetry
Nobody can search research poet's history
Nobody can dare to described poet
Poet can create his own language
His own grammar and it does not bother the poet
Whether you like it or not
Leave the poet on his own way
It is better you to read him love him
If you are alive.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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It's Not Easy Being The Love Poet

'The Love Poet' that's what they call me
I admit it's flattering being the one and only
Other poets write love poems I will concede
But none with the emotion of mine, none indeed

But being the love poet has it's price
Everyone expects my work to be happy, be nice
If I ever feel lousy I can't write it down
Because reading it might cause the audience to frown

I'm not always Happy Harry I will admit
Every now and the, I really feel like shit
Depression a remnant of the life I left behind
Has found me again and has it's grip on my mind

But sad or not, I've a reputation to uphold
I write poetry that's warm and not cold
Push depression aside begin a new love poem
2nd draft I write on my way home

Every now and then, I will read a sad one
Which leads to another, what have I begun?
I want to make people smile not cry
And here I am reading qbout how I want to die

Even love poets have their bad days
Finding out today was the end of always
Without her, love poems just don't seem right
Neighbors hear you crying, long into the night

poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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