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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Thermopyle
A merit of lonesome, Persephone's dark ocean
we received. A strong red wine, a wake of pain
that stings. A ghostly clad chorus, a lost odd zone
of Hades and Styx. A gloomy dim swaying
an abstract dull pain, I felt, an emotional strain.
Three hundred rain drops, and two that remain
to offer again, a destiny altered, a deadly refrain,
denial spelled about my life, over your throne
and there the air, is to betray, the death of my soul..
A mantle of arrows we wore, a lost last embrace,
a scattered emotion, a gathered devotion, away,
my fingers so callous of a never charisma to trace
there is nothing to encounter, a mist plea to obey
white of candor, a blanket of valor, so death will stay.
One thousand rain drops to bestow domain to fly
up in the clouds, Olympian vows, this wild garland
passengers of time, the epigraph read, vows comply
in a Plutonian kingdom, a cold old endeavor of blood..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Swept Idea
Beatitude whelmed is visiting my esteem,
to coincide with my remorse, and dream,
and there, as my unguarded pride rings,
another solitude to invent on lost sea links.
A shudder from the northern blow travels,
an antidote to my soul's solitude unravels
kills silent worlds where my failures hide
pushes my suspicion of a dim hope aside.
On dark roads my enthalpy is a dull emitter,
a fly in skies of a sole try, my altimeter,
your memory recounts, my fervor of cauma,
a knock on my tearing wound and trauma..
And still.. Today's dream is one more code,
that laughs as only one visitor will approach,
a wind carries last year in his cold embrace
my one attempt will wipe off, a sand trace.
The wind cries; it passes my soul's burden,
a message dim never read, call of a maiden,
that invites stranded souls of lost wars,
to wait on Heaven roads where ether soars.
A swept idea of a smile and another of tear,
her ghostly upwardly turned hands and stare,
guide my senses and my route towards tides,
where I felt her to wait for me inside Hades.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Forgotten Embrace
Through you I saw the Light
Through you I saw what is Right
Through you I felt my Freedom
Through you I found my Kingdom
Then it was taken away
Because of one forsaken mistake
Not knowing what I had
Now it is Forsaken again
Now my tears fall Unknown
While your tears are embrace by one of your own
A kin of mine
Not by blood or Birth
Only a kin of mine because of Rebirth
Emotional Loss and Emotional Pain
Emotional memories lost again
For those who experience
The pain I have felt
For those who experience
The Loss and the Hell
Are forever tied to me
But Never compared with me
My love for you is as deep as the ocean
My love for you is as true as the wind
My love for you is as warm as the fire
My love for you is an solid as the Earth
....
My love for you is as forgotten as the Depths
My love for you is scattered to the World
My love for you is as deadly as the Heat
My love for you s as broken as the Earth
I know you chose the Ladder
I know you chose the Other
Dispite the signs we have seen
Dispire the Feelins we have felt
Dispite the Words we have beamed
Dispire the love in ourselves
You stand there walking
With you lover's embrace
Forgetting the One, who may die again
((Dedicated to Katie))
poem by Nathaniel Sickels
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Bodhisattva Nightmare
i felt the bullet
as your body fell,
the sickening gasp of light
lost in the void...
i felt the empty
of your stomach turning,
as you staggered weakly
down that long dusty road.
i felt the bone crushing pain
as he struck your face,
again and again....
i felt the sickness
of the stench of the alley...
i felt the fear and despair of the cell,
the not knowing when
it was going to come...
i felt the hatred and fear
they tormented you with,
for who you loved,
and the way you lived....
i felt the hopelessness
of the hard ass streets,
the gun in your pocket...
the monkey on your back....
i felt.... and still feel!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Kissing In The Park
A magnetic circle of attraction supported by nature’s rapture
Damn, I’ve been captured
A soupcon of love in the dark
Now tranquilized by his touch
We begin kissing in the park
A brittle prey, his venom fills my veins
I invite his angelic restrains
I’ve become a predator’s mark
I’ve been taken, kissing in the park
To my surprise I found more than a star
Lured by this idyllic yard
Close to falling please don’t stop
Let’s continue kissing in the park
I am drawn to this lethal noxious snake
Its vibrant rattle and clandestine strength
Paralyzed I am ready to be its bait
I’ve been ambushed by its flare
How could I have missed this penetrating stare
From this silly search for truth or dare
I’ve been stunned, a piercing metal dart,
An everlasting sting received from kissing in the park
The perfect trap, it’s a wrap
I can’t resist this urge to be submerged
I feel heat; it ricochets off my predator’s fangs
It travels in pursuit of my pulse, this line he sang
A deadly dagger used to plan his feast
I’ve been poisoned to say least
All this for kissing in the park
I never thought to be smart
Who would have known to avoid it from the start
No longer in the dark a bright white light
It’s a pattern, no its art
With open eyes I embrace this fate,
The predator before me has backed away
Now watching my head tilt, on a shoulder it lays
I’ve been felt in a haze
My venomous snake has disappeared among the clouds
The ruffling of tree leaves the only sound
I was surrounded by a sweet embrace with a heavenly human face
It was not death I faced, the lost of life to a snake
It was the taste of passion the bite that nourished life
Alive I embarked on love
In this idyllic yard by kissing in the park
poem by Denise Veras
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Vaporization
Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor
brought the climate change for a flag which flew
at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the
open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started
selling its salt to land sharks.
These days I am becoming introvert. The needles
have become blind, cannot stitch the god given
sores, the private tears of a soldier wounded
at home by the hands of a friend. Missed abortion
of a truth.
I thought of lies inside her lips, my solid
mate who set my skin blue after I drank her
proffered drink of hemlock. I stripped to the
bones for a glow of death which comes when
you give away your life for a pink sun.
Satish Verma
poem by Satish Verma
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What Must God Think?
It blows my mind, what must it do, to the One Who died for me and you?
Christ, Who died for all this earth, so that man, could have Eternal worth,
What is the thought of The Lord, when Salvation by many goes ignored?
By the many among The Lord’s elect, when His Saving Truth, they reject!
Do those many souls, really understand, the Truth of the matter at hand?
God’s Truth of Eternal Death and Life, when accepting or rejecting Christ;
Dismissing God’s plan of salvation, God’s way provided to every nation,
So that mortal sinners, like you and me, could live with The Lord eternally.
The Lord God’s patient in every way, with His Salvation open to all today,
In this present age that we call Grace, if only people would seek His face,
But soon this age of Grace will end, and you decide where you will spend,
Eternity, when this age is over and done, apart from God, or with His Son.
My friend, it was never God’s desire, for man to perish in the Lake of Fire,
But that every lost soul would repent, to embrace His Son, whom He sent,
And to acknowledge God’s Sacrifice, to enter instead, Heaven’s Paradise,
So why do many refuse to believe, when Eternal Life is what they receive?
As lost sinners, every soul needs to see, with a Holy God, we’re at enmity,
And with death the wages for our sin, God’s Eternal Son was sent by Him,
The Only One, who could pay the price, to be for man, a perfect Sacrifice,
So all could be at peace with The Creator, and live forever with our Savior.
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Cup of mocha
You never liked
the taste of mocha
You said it was
coffee laced
with chocolate lies
I always loved it
when the chocolate
masked the coffee
Just enough, and
let it linger nice
A lie coated truth
But, truth nevertheless...
The warm cup of mocha
Stands and grows cold
outside in
Dreams, forgotten,
lie dormant
new, old within
I stretch over the table
as across continents
To hold your hands,
to cup some warmth into;
a coffee grown cold,
a life grown old
We always shared
the mocha
you sipping
seeking the coffee
While I taste
the chocolate,
wait with the coffee
We stare athwart
Our love’s passion,
no longer an obsession
It retains within us ties,
Coffee mingled with chocolate lies
You always said
“Serve me poison,
with a smile,
I will drink it too.
Please, don’t lace it
with chocolate as with
coffee you do.”
You never liked
the taste of mocha
Yet, you always
drink it with me
As you sip,
your eyes crinkle
and I smile too, with you...
poem by O. Sudhir Janardhanan
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Yew Sun
Yew sun! In my dreams, like only a few.
maybe two... But yew will have a place
to be respected in a plain barren, a dew
dropp will dropp and stop me in her embrace.
Sun amidst soiled fingers, dried, ecstatic
like a sarcastic notion of drought, slow
redeem of moist mostly of time elastic
on these primeval criteria of torment glow.
Remembrances of wind's caress fair
of strives in a mandragora field treen
Yew will recall of my lives passing there
an open box of dreams that trace green.
Dry lands will always adore me, a sense lost
trace, a kind lace... My adamant waste
to a yew sun barren face, thorny crowns most
will crown thorns inspire a poets taste?
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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It's A Promise
When I get up in the morning and see first light
I remember it's a promise
When the sun begins to set with color
I remember it's a promise
When I stare up in the darkest night, and see brightest moonlight
I remember it's a promise
When a ray of light slices the clouds and it's pure
I remember it's a promise
When I see the majestic forest of green tree
I remember it's a promise
When I see the blue ocean
I remember it's a promise
When I see the sparkle of a star or the shining of the sun
I remember it's a promise
If I look into the stars and see a galaxy
I remember it's a promise
Somehow everything will be fine like the world around me
Because in everything there's a promise
And when a promise is bound by unfailing love
It can't be broken
That's a promise.
poem by David Knox
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Thermopylae 300
A merit of lonesome, Persephone's dark ocean
we received. A strong red wine, a wake of pain
that stings. A ghostly clad chorus, a lost odd zone
of Hades and Styx. A gloomy dim swaying
an abstract dull pain, I felt, an emotional strain.
One brink of sacrifice to feel this Charon sigil
as wrought spears pierce, as swords blunted thrust
to acompany this Styx quarry, comply our vigil
sweaty crimson trickles on shield, as lives combust..
Slay, thrust, pierce, a darkened Hydras' task force,
of Hercules, our Dorian ancestor to honor, and kill,
as Pluton, reins proudly the canter of his horse,
as sun sets to crown a new macabre of blood spill.
Three hundred rain drops, and two that remain
to offer again, a destiny altered, a deadly refrain,
denial spelled about my life, over her throne
and there cold air, is to betray, the death of my soul..
A mantle of arrows we wore, a lost last embrace,
a scattered emotion, a gathered devotion, away,
my fingers so callous of a never charisma to trace
there is nothing to encounter, a mist plea to obey
white of candor, a blanket of valor, so death will stay.
One thousand rain drops to bestow domain to fly
up in the clouds, Olympian Laws, this wild garland
passengers of time, the epigraph read, vows comply
in a Plutonian kingdom, a cold old endeavor of blood..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Lady of God
Lady of God
Impenitent agreement, a promise of eternity.
A convent woman, a sanctuary. Obscenity
impending in every temptation's quell matin,
her adoration-values unequal, of waned satin.
A Holy Holocaust of sentiments of earthy offer,
a sanctity turned to embrace a holy transfer,
advertens in vows of austerity, a soul to gale,
as all expressions facial, pray on holy trail.
Her soul betrays just a hint of cry, her heed,
attentive to a Crucifix, a plasticity of mead,
sweet vow to him, to always, in dark, grope,
was it a certainty to be, with him to elope?
Perusing all her impudence, she withdraws,
ex-courtesan, God's covenant, unholy flaws,
now of eyes far to see, to carry any burden,
to sacrifice mundane dreams, a flesh warden.
She joins palms, men's eyes will never admire
her expression of face, a holiness not to expire
All dreams subscribe her trip to expiation
her only, of a covenant of solitude, destination.
.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Always for My Wife
The moonglow on the apple tree
silvers the blossoms I can see
and turns it into fragile lace.
A simile I can trace
back to the day you married me.
Resplendent in your modest,
the dainty veil which hid your face
could not conceal your innate grace.
Nor yet the mischief in your smile,
demurely walking down the aisle
up to the altar where I stood
waiting as a bridegroom should.
Such is the spell the moon can cast
reviving memories from the past.
To me you’re like the apple tree
mature; still beautiful to see.
I loved you then I love you still
the vows we made we still fulfil.
Now we are old we understand.
The symbol of the golden band.
we each placed on the others hand.
No power on earth can countermand.
Our promises made honestly
we’d love each other faithfully.
We did we do and we always will.
(7-May-07)
poem by Ivor .e Hogg
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A star in aether
Saying ''aether'',
He sang for aether with an eternal voice.
When I look to the sky,
I see the sun, the stars and the moon,
But in aether
I see a Sun never disappearing
And never stopping to shine.
And I think that Luciano Pavarotti
Is a star in aether.
Dedicated to Luciano Pavarotti.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Annabel
Elusive wraith haunted me,
ideally I felt to approach her,
maybe she lived in a pine tree,
intangible, splendid and fair..
Nightly moon, our emotions,
euphoriant we danced in air,
abstinent needs and notions,
star visions in a sky to stare.
Our tree pines foliage dither,
winds whisper amid needles,
Annabel of March will shiver
a cold lone snowflake fiddles.
Annabel in cold March of 89,
waits to embrace winds again,
it is that same Spring of mine,
that forth will mizzle our rain.
Rain dances when cumulus fly
drops dropp on celestial aisle
utopia fields wait for my reply
Annabel stares soft to smile.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Enfolds me aptly
A wind runs on my face - a billow of rain.
and I to blunt the cold - a glassy cockle
it is a comely face in my mist, and pain,
and to conflate 'em with glance, in focal..
So it was you, absently, to speak, in mind
was it my drift, a dalliance, but dead,
to go under a snowy quilt, dull and blind,
maybe to stop my messaging, that bled.
I felt, my ebullience was a Naiad's bliss,
expanded in ethereal, nightly backdrops,
her tales brought to me a kind Abyss,
full of caresses, dulcet treats an' nyctalops.
To disinherit this entropy of bluish grip
around my wrist; also diffused in waves,
she ruled my foolish notions ever since,
with an urge to embrace again - in grave.
A spilled flow of Crimson log, my loss,
oblating to empty dreams, I exit lines,
of horizontal destinies in darkened chaos,
her windy tears of solitude, in brines.
So, I open my glassy sails in bridal space
so happy is my heart and beating madly,
a cold wind is blowing, icy on my face,
an open Chaos under me enfolds me aptly.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Sometimes The Veil So Thin
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can sense your eyes
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can feel your smile
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can hear what you say
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I don’t think I can wait another day
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
Sometimes the veil so thin
I can feel the truth for miles
Sometimes the veil so thin
There can be no denial
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Happiness is a pair of away stars
Happiness is a pair of away stars -
for those who stare behind bars.
When I decided to fly away free -
I was a shadow of a cypress tree.
Retention of nothingness, to edge
my honor lonely, a pointy wedge,
red spilled wine, in dark accord,
poem white - chalk on black board.
And there memories, now abstruse,
on aimless wander, one to peruse,
when thoughts became, a void loss,
dusk crossed lines, life to emboss.
My lovely melodies of a nightingale
modes diatonic, propose and fail,
a smile of marble, thinking benign,
extension of solitude, aimless sign.
Happiness is a pair of away stars
for those who stare behind bars;
When I decided to fly away free -
I was a shadow of a cypress tree.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Stay Away and Go Away Pains!
stay away from me
all earthly
joys;
Evenly joy is mine.
Break tender ties and Knots;
Eternal joy is mine.
Dark and the wilderness,
Dove can fear and hide in its nest
Earth has no resting place than own heart,
God alone can bless;
Now bliss is mine. Tempting desires not in my mind
my soul sail away;
moral king Is mine.
Here would I ever stay;
infinite peace is mine.
Toys and things made of clay,
Born and soon worn out
Solid but for a few day,
Life melts and boils some day
only flow but can't burn,
Pass from my heart away;
Guardian is mine.
Farewell, ye dreams of day n night;
Humble Soul of mine.
Lost in this dawning
bright;
Source of all light is mine.
All that my soul has tried
Left but a dismal void;
Lord has satisfied;
Lord of lords is mine.
Farewell, mortal nature;
Eternal love is mine.
Welcome, eternal Truth;
Joy and smile is mine.
Welcome, O Loved and my Beloved, Welcome, sweet events of test,
Welcome, sweet nectar in my breast;
all that sweetness is mine.
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Have You Ever...
Have you ever felt scared to love
For fear of being snubbed?
Have you ever had a sinking feeling in your gut
When a loved broke your trust?
Have you ever lost your self esteem
When all your efforts went to seed?
Have you ever felt lost
When you questioned what you valued most?
Have you ever felt you are going out of your mind
When nothing what so ever makes sense of any kind?
Have you ever lost faith in Him
And not known what to believe?
At times in life we are at cross roads
And feel we are star crossed.
I believe all this turmoil leads to search for the truth
That is essential for spiritual growth.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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