Aconital Domain
Domain of a free man, the stars
remains of still deserted bars
from his imprisonment, he flies
an exaltation of soul, to skies.
a self made nomad to engrave
on his intellect, his astral wave
go forth four years, to Centauri,
nomad solitude a bluish worry..
Domain of a quill gun, a gild
Persephone's call, a rose field
Aconital expiation, another seven
reasons to immigrate to heaven.
Evocative omen and Demesne
facing of reality to forbearance,
fiddle above chaos in air fixed
a vow of my solitude and mist.
Aconital domain, deathly reason,
ferrous interpretation of treason
in a world poisonous, worth to spit
as false images indictment emit.
Impiety drools as an obtrusion
accordment of a sinful confusion
conceived rhythm to invite death,
prowess once reigned, on earth.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Neoptolemos
I will not be able to choose, my options extorted,
it was an entity my solitude to alter or to wean,
and it was a solitude inspiring her, one assorted,
all losses were upon my path, like Hydras, mean..
A seed from a pomegranate, a bond of valence,
to absorb her in the Under Dome a wed of Hades..
Demeter to sow in grief, a salty drops surveillance,
her throes for a daughter taken, by Sirene maids.
Nyx followed a deathly horse, Plutons ghostly canter,
and Persephone astounding, the best wane of dark,
bouquet of bluish roses, her noble smile to banter,
a mortal Adonis, his half life of death, her solemn mark..
Drum Drum, the horses hoofs, persist to elongate
our distances.. A lost perception of my souls' domain
to be with her and alertly, invade of Plutons gates
to Hades; where Cerberus seeks of my life's drains..
Was I predestined just to receive her absolute denial?
An Iliad hero of principles, my eternity's adventures,
All of my labors for Persephone glory, and my trial..
redemption of me to err in Demeter's green pastures..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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We aim in the domain of politics at republicanism; in the domain of economics at socialism; in the domain of what is today called religion, at atheism.
quote by August Bebel
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The Nomad
Like a mirage riding on the desert sand
Like a vision floating with the desert winds
Know the secret of the ancient desert lands
you're the keeper of the mystery in your hands
Nomad rider of the ancient east
Nomad rider that men know the least
Nomad where you come from no one knows
Nomad where you go to no one tells
Undercover of the veil of your disguise
The men that fear you are the ones that you despise
No one's certain what your future will behold
You're a legend your own history will be told
Nomad rider of the ancient east
Nomad rider that men know the least
Nomad where you come from no one knows
Nomad where you go to no one tells
No one dares to even look or glance your way
Your reputation goes before you they all say
Like a spirit that can disappear at will
Many claim of things but no one's seen you kill
Nomad
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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The Moon and the Nomad
t is a long night.
The vehicles zoom on the highway,
Leaves ruffle,
The moon is veiled by pollutants.
The moon chokes,
Struggles to regain its serenity,
A nomad tries to purge the toxins,
The nomad knows he is somehow responsible for the discomfort.
The moon was used to purge itself from all toxins,
For the first time it needed the nomad,
The nomad was in pain too,
The moon wished to regain its tranquility to ease the nomad.
The night is long,
The nomad has a long way to go beyond the moon and the stars,
The moon is icy cold,
The toxins are consuming the moon.
poem by Susmita Biswas
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Early Works - Park
A park full of people
where bird song is only heard
trees shade the sunlight
the sound of bird in flight
heard without straining ear
proves the silence we’ve been searching for
is at hand and very near.
Colours of every shade transforms
this sleepy nest
from just a sanctuary of solitude
to a beauty unmolested.
The domain of silence,
the domain of beauty to,
a fortress for the mind to work with eyes.
14 May 1979
poem by David Harris
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Limit use of shareware and public domain software to systems without fixed disks. If you do use them on fixed disks, allocate separate subdirectories... Public domain or shareware software should never be placed in the root directory.
quote by John McAfee
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The Dream From The Past
Every night I dream,
Thousands of hours of war,
Mother Nile emits the tale of my scar,
The Land of Sphinx and Pharoahs of the damned,
The Land of progression and the corpses were rammed,
The Nomad rose up and threw down his horse,
The galloped the golden sand with the force of Ra,
He challenged the Pharoah in the battle of might,
Last man to stand should sling other's neck in a torque,
The Nomad rose up and charged with aggression,
The defense of Pharoah flowed up in frustration,
The swings, the flings, the charges, the assaults,
Blood splattered and smeared;
A corpse fell down and Nomad rose up from the sand,
The Nomad ruled the Land of mighty Ramses and beautiful Cleopatra,
He remembers the time serving the town of Hamunapatra,
The Nomad, the Messiah fought bad and evil with the might of Osiris,
Imhotep died a death of glory,
Mummified and laid to rest,
His spirits found a new body and flowed to Peninsula,
But the scabbard was left vacant and the sword was still held high.
poem by Vikrant Jog
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I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
They seem to have forgotten that, and are back saying the only purpose of P2P networks is for illegal trading of owned goods. We claim part of the reason for P2P is for legal trading of what ought to be in public domain. And what is in public domain in many cases.
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I also like the whole idea of fairy tales and folk tales being a woman's domain, considered a lesser domain at the time they were told.
quote by Alice Hoffman
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In Front of Everyone
They would have preferred I had been a clown,
Instead of the king of my domain.
I knew they would discovered that...
And finding me,
Who I am as seen...
Quite the same.
I am still the one they have called names.
And also the one
They will come to for truth!
Since that is all that will be sustained,
Inside the environment they have discovered
As my domain!
And it's all strange to me,
How this was done!
Not behind them at all...
But in front of everyone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revocation
A grandson sails through the century
jumps into the chair of grandfather
and revokes the death penalty
for the iconoclast who refuses to be alive.
A truth should be deemed again
to find the mystery of death.
Between man and divinity
lies the fiction
which no body wants to write off.
Green goes the sea in full moon
the earth has a debt to pay.
Sometimes you walk a long distance
to know when the sun will rise.
Unchanged remains the odor of wind.
The chest feels the punch
fetching the burden of roaring sounds
in the domain of soundless solitude.
The grandfather is lifted by untainted words.
Still swallowing the emotions
the peacocks on a tall tree scrambling,
scream in unison.
poem by Satish Verma
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Gastronomy Then And Now
A hygeine-domain was ruling then
To breed our chilhood in austere cuisine..
Punishable by code of that domain
Being unwashed and as well eating out..
Inviting was ritual specials alone
Hotels, motels, mess-stalls all scarce
In scurrying selling snack sellers
In heterodox houses sparse
Extended all..family, cooking, compulsion
Enforced to a life gastronomical
Exempted women all from being 'outgoing'
Changed time, trend and the vendors..
Behind the dwindling evening shades
When the sun conceals himself
There comes a maestero-voice of a sale
Idiaappam, Chapathi, Godumaiputtu..
Else everything and accompanied curries..
When the curtain raised for the sun up
Meals, tiffin all cycling around busy
What though hygeine-domain fallen
What though dying is home-cooking
Life 's happy, obese in a necessity-domain
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Whereever I May Roam
Wherever I May Roam
...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
so in her I do confide
and she keeps me satisfied
gives me all I need
...and with dust in throat I crave
only knowledge will I save
to the game you stay a slave
rover wanderer
nomad vagabond
call me what you will
but I'll take my time anywhere
free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll redefine anywhere
anywhere I may roam
where I lay my head is home
...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
under wandering stars I've grown
by myself but not alone
I ask no one
...and my ties are severed clean
the less I have the more I gain
off the beaten path I reign
rover wanderer
nomad vagabond
call me what you will
but I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll never mind anywhere
anywhere I may roam
where I lay my head is home
but i'll take my time anywhere
free to speak my mind
and I'll take my find anywhere
anywhere I may roam
where I lay my head is home
carved upon my stone
my body lie, but still I roam
wherever I may roam
song performed by by Metallica
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Wherever I May Roam
(whispered) ...and the road becomes my bride
...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
so in her I do confide
and she keeps me satisfied
gives me all I need
...and with dust in throat I crave
only knowledge will I save
to the game you stay a slave
rover wanderer
nomad vagabond
call me what you will
but I'll take my time anywhere
free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll redefine anywhere
anywhere I may road
where I lay my head is home
(whispered) ...and the earth becomes my throne
...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
under wandering stars I've grown
by myself but not alone
I ask no one
...and my ties are severed clean
the less I have the more I gain
off the beaten path I reign
rover wanderer
nomad vagabond
call me what you will
but I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll never mind anywhere
anywhere I may roam
where I lay my head is home
but i'll take my time anywhere
free to speak my mind
and I'll take my find anywhere
anywhere I may roam
where I lay my head is home
carved upon my stone
my body lie
song performed by by Metallica from Metallica
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Clotho Twine
A request from far, my solid star is blinking
was it you, domain of cold, a dim self linking..
My face a still mask to reveal my lost death
gale benign, of you to entwine, my sole worth..
My truth adverts me, false enthroned wedding
and this incitement, vows more threading.
Loved destinies impending of abient, dim quell
and I am there, of you to share, my barren well
of blossoms longing, a drizzle promise, of you,
as to construct, embraced lace of Ocean Blue.
An aether open, unshown border, to misconceive,
of you to embrace, defeat to taste, loss to perceive.
I felt your fervor, expend to mourns, void of me
sit next to me, conceived you are mine, appointee
Yes, I missed you, Clotho to twine, a thread thin,
I felt a grace, as hands received me, a cadence fee..
Drawn on canvas, extend to stardust, a fir of tree,
and you to stare, a smile even, of twinges three,
one to adore me, one to be eternal, one of sundial,
that created my solitude, out of ether and denial.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Persephone
Persephone
Idea aborning in steps of deception,
becomes an aeromancy in free ether,
her airy amble chastens perception,
my image flies amid stratus to dither;
My life flies above landscapes empty;
Sorts out and recreates our embrace;
our Sun died, burden westward hefty;
and she, like twilight joined me, in lace;
Zephyr is blowing, subdued and unfit;
so, I welcome our solitude's amount;
a lone-spirited sentence of life, to emit,
our Idea lightless, of marginal bound;
Zephyr is blowing through our soul;
deception of a smile, glowering nifty;
her playful ample advances to extoll;
Hades is Inspiring my instincts thrifty;
I worship her shadow, as a dark veil;
waves in windy Odes, my heart's gain;
Obliterated I am, in a dance to mislay,
melodious Siren voices, flirt to retain;
Ironlike warrior, defender of her valor;
Equipotent, unassailable, of soul solid;
A deathly philosophy runs my candor;
On Lucent Destiny, from Charon stolid;
Persephone Maiden, warriors' beloved;
awaits on righteous paths, to accept,
my life-spent coerced, her hand gloved,
extends a Skull ring, betrothal to Sept!
Copyright © - G. V.- 02.19.2012
/ © PoemH.29919092
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Shooting stars like a rain
You passed me the same way
As the comet passed the earth,
Without touching it,
But leaving behind
A rain of false stars,
All of them being
Shooting stars....
I would like to meet you,
I would like
To be able to touch you,
But everything inside could become
Extremely painfully to us.
I prefer my solitude,
Elliptical as a rock,
Which is forgotten on the beach of an ordinary sea,
Which is increasingly deformed by the waves.
I prefer that solitude,
Which is increasingly misapprehended
By the people around the world.
Day by day, I become a stranger to myself....
I enter the timeless realm of change,
Leaving behind only memories
And a final wave, a little more tunefully....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Solitude....
Solitude is good
just hide from everyone in the dark
cave,
I want to dig my nails
into my own flesh,
to see if I am still alive?
and guess,
How it feels to see someone else suffer?
Yet, you can't do a thing
a darn bloody thing
to help,
to ease their pain
and suffering
yes, solitude is good
hide away from reality
the daily grind of life
not the one you see on
a big silver screen or the screen
of a TV
reality, not the kind in a town call Mayberry
or a town like Beverly Hills
Solitude is good
and I need one, OR
I want to overdose on drugs
to put my mind to sleep and rest
send myself to a world
that I have seen in movies and
read about in books
full of colorful pages of life and happy People
loving each other in a psychedelic rave
but reality bites
it's a poisonous pill
that you swallow
to move from one stage to the other
and just have to marry misery
and live and suffer in disgrace
and to see people in awfully
miserable pain.....
yes, solitude is good.
poem by Khalid Hameed
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The eternal story
Long before time its race began
or upon earth stepped the first man.
Before planets their circuits made
or light its virgin rays displayed.
The Council of the Triune One
Father, Holy Spirit and Son.
In eternity past did plan
to come and die for sinful man.
'Who shall I send' was the great cry.
'Here I am, send me', the reply.
Then as a small babe wrapped in flesh
came the Lord our Righteousness.
Angelic host proclaimed the birth
for their Lord had come down to earth.
God confined to a human span
had come to live and walk with man.
Jesus lived and walked amongst men
sharing with us wisdom from heaven.
His sinless life men could not stand.
So they removed Him from the land.
The Saviour of the human race
hung upon the cross in disgrace
and then as He succumbed to death.
Upon that tree drew His last breath.
Where as He hung His head to die
'It is finished' came His great cry.
Then deep into the grave He went.
Where three days and three nights He spent.
Hell was not able hold its' prey.
He tore the bars of death away.
He who died came to life again
and arose from that dark domain.
A peon of praise fills the skies.
The Lord our God it magnifies.
Throughout heaven the chorus rings.
Proclaiming Jesus King of kings.
Angel hosts take up the refrain
'Holy is the Lord', they proclaim.
Then our voices join the great throng
singing God's praises all day long.