Poetic Dharma II
keep your dream alive, live, get out and seize the day!
a great sense of anticipation vividly conveys
the thrill of meeting new people,
vast web of modern day technology,
information conglomeration,
sharing and spreading meaning of true freedom
humility is regarded with the utmost admiration
waking up to this realization
eye-opening poetry
sharing perspectives and experiences
peace love humanity forever
struggle of a single person in a single land
yet how it calls out to the spirits of all people in every land
Timeless messages awakened individuals
the universal language of the soul
precious resource we all keep in our possession
one responsible for every great human creation,
advancement, or achievement throughout our history
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Life of Love and Service
All I have to keep me going:
the beauty of creation
sharing love with the
mind body and soul
a single vision of heaven
a future of never ending
present moments
lifetimes of god's memories
the darkness and the light
poetry and portals open to
otherworldly dimensions of
god's imagination
buffet of choice to fill life's blanks
family friends
universal languages
laughter song
therapeutic support
open lines of communication
to teach to learn to participate
in the sharing and spreading of
infinite information
A life of love and service
always staying mindful to the fact
we are in presence of something far
greater than ourselves,
never taking for granted the miracle gifts
beauty has bestowed before our eyes
What more can we ask of our lives?
Life's struggle in
learning life's privilege
and knowing how to act accordingly
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The prison of poverty...
Freedom in our land not gives us enough food,
Freedom in our land not has enough work,
Freedom in our land creates the lazy cowards,
Freedom in our land not worth to have power of people,
Believe me that we are free to do anything that could,
Walking through the streets to find out the meaning,
Of acquired freedom that we have to materialize nothing.
What a rush is this, human have no direction to go towards,
What a mad rat race is it, that human take part in it,
What a planner are these people,
who neglect the people in their planning,
What type of freedom is it that put,
minds of people in the prison of poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Compassion In Poetry
Poetry of the truly great poets
I so admire so often addresses,
high ideals and noble concepts
of our shared common humanity,
therefore great poetry should
respect and affirm true freedom,
and compassion for our fellow
human beings in every land,
on every continent in God’s
creation. The great poets all
address concerns of their age,
the tensions spirit of their age.
Love for their suffering fellow man
‘regardless of race greed or colour’
expressed in a spectrum of compassion.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Ideal Man
A man of 360 degrees personality.
A man of many colours.
A man of many souls,
Suited for every single season,
Tailored for a fair number of tasks.
He is my ideal man.
It is not his outward beauty,
But his devastating internal brilliance.
A man of amazing aspiration,
Who issues incredible inspiration.
You are my ideal man.
A man like a magnet,
Drawing into his fold and bosom,
All panaches of people,
‘Cos he commands remarkable respect,
And radiates astonishing admiration.
That is my ideal man.
A man like Solomon,
Displaying incomparable intelligence,
Demonstrating wondrous wisdom,
Deadly dependable for solutions,
A consistent counselor,
And a handy one-stop resource center.
You are my ideal man.
A man of the people,
Sympathetic and exceptionally empathetic, ,
Firm but flagrantly fair,
Identifying persistently with the people,
Fighting with and for the people,
Sharing joy and pain with the people.
You are my ideal man.
My ideal man,
Lastly but foremost,
A paragon of a God-fearing person.
With biblical statutes his only standards.
A man honourable but humble,
A man of humility and humor,
A man of love, peace and truth,
A man of Godly justice,
Not fearing whose ox is jabbed.
He is my ideal man
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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The New World
The gift and the curse
With this I'm spreading all my messages to the world.
One then the next
Another new pretext.
A systematic absorption through what I read.
Ideas all my own
A conversation with whole world at the same time.
Intriguing this must be to great minds
Imagine Edgar Allan Poe was living today
What would he write about?
Who would he talk too?
Would it be you?
Would it me?
Are you starting to see?
The great minds of the time stand before you.
People all over the world sharing in intellect.
Conversation with people twenty messages long.
This is the new world of the great poets, writers, and authors all rolled into one.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Love
Love is a Beautiful Sweet Feeling
Love is Caring and Sharing
Love is Forever, True Happiness
Love is Sunshine, Rain; Rainbow
Love is Affection, Admiration, Adoration
Love is Bonding and Binding
Love is the Strongest Emotion
Love is Devotion and Dedication
Love is Invaluable yet Common
Love is Being Good and Thoughtful
Love is Trusting and Being Trustworthy
Love is Universe and Universal
Love is Giving and Forgiving
Love is Passion and Compassion
Love is Patience and Commitment
Love is Togetherness and Understanding
Love is Perseverance and Responsive
Love is Dream, Hope, Fulfilment
Love is Mystical.Mythical and Real
Love is Sensation, Meditation, Spiritual
Love is Kindness, Gentle Touch
Love is Fire, Air, Ether, Water and Earth
Love is Mind, Heart, Body and Soul
Love is Natural, Creative and Growth
Love is Patriotism and Humanity
Love is Peace and Prosperity
Love is Family and the World
Love is Persistence and Freedom
Love is Conservation and Generosity
Love is Self and Selflessness
Love is Finding Yourself, Reaching Out
Love is the Deepest Feeling
Love is Any or All of These, yet Undefined
Love to Live, Live to Love
Love is the Essence of Life
Love is Divine!
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Chosen People
Glory is on our way[? ]
Worship the sun, great spirit.
Born of the mother earth,
Seek for the true white brother.
We are the chosen people, give back our sacred land.
We are the four grandfathers, a destiny for man.
It is written in our prophecy,
[it is written in our prophecy]
That we shall find the true white brother,
[we shall find the true white brother]
Who will help us, joined together, to build humanity.
There is a place for everyone.
We are the chosen people, give back our holy land.
We are the ever forest, we are great spirits hand.
She will call us soon,
She will shake her body,
Bringing your land to ruin.
Why will the world not hear us?
We are most ancient teachers, we know great spirits plan.
We learned by natures secrets, the inner side of man.
We are the chosen people, give back our sacred land.
We are the four grandfathers, a destiny for man.
song performed by by Kinks
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Freedom
To free from bondage is called freedom
It is born out of struggle and wisdom
It can be armed struggle, uprising or mutiny
Its impact can be felt far off or near vicinity
It is collective and not single handedly fought
Not only involves liberation but freedom of thought
Clear vision with real goal is pursued and sought
Secure boundary is created and peace is brought
People might have suffered and under gone anguish
Pushed in jails for untold sufferings and to languish
Losses of precious human lives and resolve to perish
As freedom is not won in a single day or finished
It is holy task to liberate the land from foreign yoke
Continuous hard struggle and not a matter of joke
Many countries may not support cause and poke
They may thwart the movement under thick smoke
Freedom once won must be preserved with care
Affairs to be managed with no option to go any where
First, house should be put in order to make it reality
To meet people’s aspirations and work in unity
Hard won freedom should not be lost for silly reason
One should know the meaning of freedom of expression
It is of no use if we don’t come out of economic slavery
Country may loose independence despite bravery
Nobody is refugee here and it is home for all
National building poverty elimination should be call
Universal brotherhood and world peace should be the motto
Nobody should be deprived of life and sent or to ghetto
Freedom is won on certain ideals and principles
It may be hard for others to accept and act as disciples
Nothing should be allowed to run or go as contrary
Nation should represent truly and find place as honourary
Freedom should not to be compromised at any cost
Ideology may differ but national interest as super most
World should count on us as true friend and champion
Should have respectable position in affairs of the region
Even if as a power there should be honour for sovereignty
Help to poorer amongst poor and respect for integrity
Freedom and liberty can be enjoyed with grant of rights
End to hostilities and strong resolve to end fights
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good about world
It is nice to feel good about world
Existence of different people in it s fold
Somewhere hot weather and somewhere cold
Somewhere you find only dust and somewhere pure gold
Natural resources spread over large and scattered area
Less land but surrounded by vast and magnificent seas
Sun to spread across vast areas of land
Spreading the message of love and making them friends
At every twelve miles of land stretch, the language change
Intelligent men travel across and ably try to manage
What a beautiful experience to learn and develop
Best means of developing brotherhood without any stop
This is how we cherish the dream of cultural bonds
We remain eager to learn more and very fond
Who says world is limited and full of adversaries?
And there is no end to sufferings and miseries
We have definitely come closer to both the poles
No divide but combined together as whole
Our ideas and actions match with remote sense
Let handful of people speak different with nonsense
We may overcome with passage of time and place
Know more of values and culture with mixed races
Love and peace may prevail without any doubt
The art of poetry is often less talked about
It can perform miracle and bring people together
People can be taught how to withstand and wither
The impeding danger and later on consequences
It is the real test to live with all in its presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Great Soul Embraces All Knowing No Enemies
A truly noble soul sees no caste or religion
a great soul sees loves fellow human beings
with love dreams hopes needs fear in their eyes
a great soul gives treats all people equally as
true brothers sisters belonging to one family
a great soul embraces all knowing no enemies
with compassion humility as common humanity.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dark Mountain
Far in a land where the people dwell,
A darkness of disappointment fell,
On the land of which I speak.
No one knows where it came from,
But a drought much larger will come,
And dry up our newborn creek.
Everything is dead,
So everyone has seen,
Even when I said,
On this land which I deem,
Alive and great.
But what happened...
Nothing, but a terrible fate.
Among the land where people thrive,
Everything good will take a dive,
To the feet of He.
He will absorb up all the good,
And turn it in what should,
Be dark and evil to them and me.
I said Fall great darkness!
And rise great good!
And the darkness replied,
I would if I could,
For the power of He,
Is much stronger than me,
I'd love to stop tormenting,
Your precious town,
But if I do,
I will fall down,
And bow at His feet,
But that part of life,
Is too early for me.
So I cannot stop,
Plaguing your precious mountain-top.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Biji Kurd U Kurdistan! ! !
Where has history disappeared to
What happen to our name
Was our land taking unfairly
Our mark has been writing in history
Islam has thanked my people
Saladin stood up against the enemies
He was brave and a shiny star of pride
May I follow his example
Known to the world
A great powerful force
Marching through the desert
Waving our banner across the sky
Genocide was coming for my people
Slaves to another country
Our land stripped away from our hands
Losing thousands of Kurds
Now we are the dogs of Islam
We stay strong against the enemy
The past is being recreated
We helped destroy a horrible regime
Controlling the mountains once again
Protecting our land
Helping build a new empire
Freedom is screaming for us
It sounds great and Allah is on our side
Finally our liberation is beginning
The time is ending for our depression
We stick together in struggle and peace
Biji Kurd U Kurdistan the people will yell
poem by Steven Mattice
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Single Day
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not in his thoughts
Not a single day goes by..........
Where his heart does not feel
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not want to reach out
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he dreams of his love for her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not dream of kissing her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not dream of holding her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not ask. Why?
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not his first thought on waking.
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not his last thought before sleeping.
Not a single day goes by..........
RG/NB
poem by Robert Green
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You Tell Me Of Your Australian History
You tell me of your Australian history your ancestors were British and Irish pioneers
But your history in this Land is not an old history just two centuries and twenty years
And in time that may seem quite a long span though the combined life spans of three people nothing more
Your ancestors hardly were Aussies they came here from a distant shore.
The first Australians have lived in this Country for longer than most care to know
Their ancestors came here from Asia more than sixty thousand years ago
They are indigenous to this Country all others have links to elsewhere
Yet they still struggle for recognition and that to me seems quite unfair.
Dispossessed by the Northern invaders they never did get back their Land
And that they are now ruled by white people I find that hard to understand
You talk of the history of this Land as if it were only two hundred years old
But then suppose the history of the ancient Dreamtime by white people will never be told.
I was not even born in this Country which makes you more Aussie than I
And though I'm not Nationalistic or Patriotic my heritage I won''t deny
You talk of your pioneering ancestors but why talk of Human history at all
If the history of the first Australians you do not see fit to recall.
You tell me of your pioneering ancestors but one fact you tend to ignore
That they were not born in this Country they came here from a foreign shore
You''d swear by you the Human history of this Land was only two centuries old
But the true history of this great Country by your type will never be told
poem by Francis Duggan
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Show me my Africa!
Show me my origin...
Show me my land...
Show me my Africa...
Shine and support the spirit of UBUNTU.
Take me back to where i belong,
Where birds fly well peacefully,
Where every creature is happy.
Let me hear African stories,
Let me see its natural beauty landscapes.
Show me my land...
The land of great heroes,
Where Nobel peace price winners were born.
Where fighting and murder is a sin,
Where all people wish one thing,
Where all people preach one thing,
Where all people practice one thing,
Where everyone wants PEACE.
Let me hear those voices of hope...
Land of admissible and prosperity,
Where cultural diversity means nothing, but
Brings us together as valiant regiments.
Past is the past and let us let it pass...
Show me my Africa...
Where robust and intrepid people lives,
Where the beauty of cultures reflects.
Let discrimination be the history
And believe in the beauty of Africa.
Show me my origin...
Let me venerate and cherish its traditions..
Let me be the true African.
Take me back to Africa.
Show me my origin,
Show me my land,
Show me my AFRICA..
('ubuntu' is a Zulu word meaning humanity)
poem by Siyabonga A nxumalo
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About To Write, For The First Time, A Poem, Repeated Throughout Eternity
Never felt so alive
feel as if I'm about to write
the poem I think I've written
over a thousand times
yet here I am - In this place - in this time
(living it out it seems as if again)
as if for the very first time
time, there I go again repeating myself
over and over wondering will it ever be over
thoughts spinning universes
sound of blood throbbing in the ear
hands still a bit shaky but becoming
coming to a realization
reality beginning to settle in
I can see the works of my fellow poets
the positive faces on tv
smiling faces all around me
pigeons and lily white butterflies
follow me where ever I go
I see the presence of the great spirit
and know I am not alone
Poetry, she wraps the bones thaws the cold warms the soul
provides creations leverage to break the ice
Love, for her sum essence amounts to the
sum of the most beloved creations
I'll continue to write, contemplating eternity as
we ride out this single life
no more empty threats
no more violence towards others period
the cycle stops whenever it reaches me
no longer will I have to contemplate taking my own life
I know what I am what we are what we represent
what we are here to do
but despite all the love and beauty I am blessed to express
until every being in this world is free, a part of my being,
depressed forever shall be
a cigarette to mark a coming repetitive point of pause
moment to step back retain my thoughts
don't know whats next only the poem is certain
just gotta keep positive state of mind reassuring myself
it all make sense eventually
perhaps perfect sense is just me
in the moment as I write?
But we know god we know our strength
we know we shall persevere
a life time spent sifting sorting rearranging
scattered stanzas jotted notes and thoughts of love
knowing the great spirit shall never pull my plug
every moment spent creating teaching loving learning sharing
though the poem is overwhelming
god has assured me
all will make sense eventually
for soon shall my eyes come to see
past visions play out future thought
heaven played out in fantasies
captured in the presence
visions delivered with the price
of anxiety living on constant edge
a heightened sense of anticipation
learning to help heal suffering
and how to come to terms with expectations
moments of experience
teach life lessons
compassionate pathways open the eyes
perception tells me one thing
about my place in time
wise enough to know how to
make my peace with deceptions of the mind
realize we are all in the process
of creating and affecting infinite lives
all divine beings know
what one creates today
visits another in dream
an inspiration today
birthing another tomorrow
who am I but not an i
another eye upon eternity
not the first nor the last
throughout eternity we resurface
always repeating the same messages
'after us there shall be many'
truth be told I may never know
whether I've arrived or just returned
only god has the power to reveal
I don't know yet who my thoughts
are going to reach the impact they'll one day make
to me, to you, dear
reader, thinker, lover,
soul, spirit, poet, singer
student, teacher,
to those struggling, honest working,
the faithful and the like
whoever shall stumble upon these
shared words, thoughts, these dreams,
and experiences
until god tells me I'm through
I'll keep repeating my self
channeling the best my soul has to
offer to you
thank you
simply thank you
one and all
creation knows no fury
greater than creation's
own ignorance
from existence is offered
the four presences
wisdom love compassion
and forgiveness
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The language with largest vocabulary
It has only seven letters
And has the largest vocabulary
There is no dearth
Of expression
For any situation or emotion
One same thing
Can mean a million things
King Solomon deciphered
Ants’ impression using this language
Indian mythology has it that
A much revered teacher
Taught all his disciples
Using this language
Clearing their all doubts
On any subject
It is not written
It is not spoken
It is not heard
But has in-depth meaning
And a lot application
It is not formally taught
As it has no syllabus
People pick up this
In their life paths
Some do not just pick this up
But, make excellent use of it
And successfully overcome
Difficult and challenging maneuvers
This language came into being
Long before the creation of this universe
Yes, it is not a just a global language
It is a universal language
This is in use world over
This is a common language
But often not used
This language has no grammar
No problem of spelling words wrong
There are no present, future or past tenses
There is no subject, predicate or object
As there are no sentences framed with this language
When used the person can still keep smiling
Often understood as a consent granted
Even the just new born is
As much as much eloquent
With this language
As the person who is preparing for departure
There is none to teach
But the language is learnt
The language is quoted as golden
As it can hurt no one
Much learned people resort to this
When they are to negotiate
Challenging situations
Some great philosophers
Teach their students
Comprehensively with the use of this language
By using this language
You are sure to win
Great many things
Use this wonder language
Effectively and appropriately
The language of silence
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Poetry And Politics Should Not Be Mixed
I love my poetry pure and personal
The feelings of the single soul
In loneliness and love
In sadness and in happiness
But when they call us animal names
And say they want to kill us all
And when they make us into microbes and cancers
They say they will exterminate
How can I go on just by myself only for myself?
Mustn’t I say I come from a people
Whose Name for God means Peace
And who teach Kindness as life’s first quality?
A people who perhaps more than any other
Have suffered cruelty in their struggle to survive?
Mustn’t I with my small words nonetheless strive to say
We will fight to survive
Though
We in Israel want no wars and no hate and no killing and no death
We want our neighbors to thrive and prosper
And all peoples to live and worship in their own way
Mustn’t I say
War will be waged only reluctantly as last resort
As Peace for all
Is what we need and pray
Lion with the lamb
Under fig tree and vine
As our prophets taught in the Holy Land
So many years ago.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Mahatma Gandhi
A great person of peace,
Who to all wars called a cease,
And who prevented bloodshed,
And who India to freedom led.
A lawyer who was in Africa,
And who racial discrimination saw,
He solved the problem there,
And then, he, Indian problems laid bare.
He fought using non-violence,
In senseless people he put sense,
He led India to greatness,
And he India thus did bless.
He pushed the British out of our land,
To the ordinary people he lent a hand,
A greater person never did walk this earth,
To a greater person never did India give birth.
A great solver of problems he was,
He was never at a loss,
To give an answer to problematic questions,
He was the only one to say no to guns.
poem by Pratheek Praveen
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Ancestral domain my quest
history tells on people, geography, race, culture and
events, is a wonderful topic for, the process gives
meaningful aspect of human sphere
great civilization started in common principle, an
inherent idea, that all men are created equal, above
other living animal who lives in this wonderful earth
a unquestionable notion that all species are free to
procreate, free to exist, free to subdue of what is
given and has all the opportunity to live in any given
time
the land is the only living testimony that witness the
existence of our races in many ages, for it is the race
who own the land, any dishonor of the human race is
worse than death
not need to go, beyond cultural languages and principle
but only we need to know the basic principle that before
the culture comes to existence the human lives, owns
the land
defination of terminology, even indigenous people as
defind has nothing to say on the real meaning of race,
words definition, hutchs the essence of human race
it is now the quest of every race, to praxis and achieve
our meaningful existence, for only our race lives forever,
and zeal by time in the history of ancestral domain,
a quest of our human race.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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