A grace and pity
I stayed in oblivion
Innings over and was back to pavilion
Nothing much left was to be done
Everything was over and gone
Wept for months over the demise
She had taken lot many promises
“ I shall continue to rise and rise”
“ not to be upset, remain alert and wise”
It went on reminding for the days
Life was proving in difficult ways
I was knee deep in her memory
That was the main cause of worry
Every moment was making me sad
I was feeling lonely and bad
What was left for me in this lovely land?
Land was scattered in particles and sand
It was coming in hand as whole
Slipping away and searching the soul
What did she mean for all those words?
Why did she say to look forward?
Her words rang in ears like music
Her departure at this stage was tragic
She meant so much for my survival
I had to make efforts for her memrory and revival
There was no use for sheddig the tears
They were proving as worst fears
I was feelig her absence and it was so much to bear
The whole cycle was disturbed and going out of gear
I must come out of isolation and start
A new life with mission to be a part
Not to sty away from reality and part
This was to be a good beginning to feel smart
She loved music and birds
I loved to watch them now onward
I used to stare for hours together and think
It was takeing me deep but not to sink
She was there for all purpose
She may appear before eyes and depose
I found the ways to bring her back
There was so much to do and at stake
There was no confusion
I was elated with infusion
There was treandous scope to bring her to life
After all she proved to be a very good wife
She used to appear appear at pen end
As if I was her companion and friend
I was deicting her every move
It was noble attempt for my side to prove
I wrote and rewrote some verses
There were drawbacks and misses
It was finally getting the pulse
Everything was taking shape in sense
The poetry is not all about imagination
It has fine feeling with narration
It comes as sacred devotion towards almighty
What are we today without His grace and pity?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Start Of New Year
What a sense of deep feeling with an enthusiasm?
Celebrated the year eleven with care in humanism
Did feel nothing bad at heart but only a bit remorse
As the year was slipping away with tick at twelve by force
I need not look back and analyze what were my drawbacks
I need not miss for what ever happened and how much was at stake
I brace up for coming year with lots of courage and strength
Complete with new get up and frequency wave length
I shall act different from what others have followed
Shall do all things which in fact are not allowed
Yet do nothing to break the sentiments at heart
No divide of any sort but good cheer up start
Still long way to go and rest later on at the end
Not to make more foes and less friends
Life may move on with or without me
I shall be conscious and worry free
Time will not be set at zero but made to move
I shall synchronize every action to prove
If not more to make tall claims
But to prove little helpful dropp from the rain
I know there is not much to rejoice
Yet life is not short of expectations but full of promises
We may err at every step and still move on with misses
Let us not leave behind any painful memory with traces
I look forward with lot pain and agony
May try to settle with it slowly
Yet no surety to feel at secured level
Except I bid for and honestly excel
I have vast ocean to swim across
Not to look at with any gain or loss
But as mission to live life at fullest use
All sentiments to rest at corner and do nothing to rouse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Home bound
Morning sleep and sweet dreams simply disturbed,
Bed side phone call buzz really perturbed,
Sweet dreams and cool breeze remained illusion,
since wife had left after scuffle with collision,
with all honest intention I had surrendered
Never let anger go up and that is why I wondered?
She was so nice and never questioned
Why did she leave and separation offered?
Had she some ideas or her own reason?
Was she not happy with autumn season?
Did she need care for her only and lovely son?
Why did she attempt to take the poison?
I may not have pardoned her fully
the act on her part was stupid and silly
Why does she not own mistakes wholly?
Why at all to attempt suicide and commit folly?
Life must go on with peace and good rapport
it can’t be run without each other’s support,
Even ships has wait for call of the port,
How can we run and afford such silly sort?
All these thoughts made me little nervous
Never I had made mistakes previous
She may be feeling right in her own way,
But should have waited for my simple say
Days were proving difficult and very painful
it may not be either with her proving gainful,
I was still hopeful of her homeward journey
waiting for call naturally form honey
“Good morning” and simple hello”
Was the wife at end with smile to follow?
Are you coming to pick me up at station?
Hi, why not, where is the hitch and question? ”
These were the words simply uttered
I too expressed surprise and murmured
It was not at all any separation
All happiness and no strained relation
It provided me with new energy and relief
I new nothing would go wrong with belief
Why at all then take extreme course
When she was returning with smile of course
I was overwhelmed with joy
There was nothing left to annoy
I braced self to bring back her back
This was the time to save further crack
I simply rushed in huff,
it was neither joke nor rebuff,
her smile was for home bound,
all happiness and joy I simply found
She waved her hand with smile
I continued happiness for a while
She was willing to walk an extra mile
She had her own ways and style
She embraced me with full joy
I didn’t find any game or decoy,
it was simple return with call,
and God saved me from further fall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Move confidently
It is great but painful sad anniversary
I am left out here as your emissary
To go ahead with unfilled promises
Not sure of success with many misses
This was the day when you left us crying
We did all to save you and kept on trying
It did not prove any result and dark descended
You left for heavenly abode and ascended
It is painful memory never to be erased
All goals and night mare to be chased
Still not way out but to stand and face bravely
Nice days can not be back but must be made happily
You had gone once for all with no indication
Now we all are in dark and face immense suffocation
We are seized with lots of problems and troubles
Now I have realized the life as nothing but bubbles
Yes I know that sadness may not remain for long
it may be treacherous and prove us very wrong
life is not in any way deter us but facilitate to determine
to achieve the goal gracefully and not to undermine
But I am for sure to move along confidently
It is known from the beginning evidently
There was no point in grieving all the times
Sadness was there but to be felt at sometimes
In real sense what can be the great tribute?
To stand on own feet and positively contribute
Towards fulfillment of dream and aspirations
Proving worth without any character abrasions
It will be worth watching to realize his dreams
He should have failed to realize it even as good team
As life is considered as adventurous mission
It will be considered as feat without his liaison
Since he is more with you
You will have to stand fast and pass through
All ordeals that may fall on the way
It will serve no purpose if you loose hope and stay away
What can be real and great tribute?
If you stay sound on feet and contribute
A token geture and show of being successful woman
That he could have not even dreamed of as man
I wish you to be aware and silently watching
You may still notice my eyes are searching
I stand hopelessly along and look at vast horizon
You had left me alone in this world and flown
I have missed not a single moment
Still feel the pulse of long breath for the moment
You used to enter gently with total surprise
How all of sudden it vanished with sudden demise?
But I aim to move along confidently
The chance has come to me incidentally
I shall definitely overcome it with God’s grace
I shall proudly bear the confidence on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A bottom of heart
Such nice feeling from bottom of the heart
No one knows exactly when it will end or start
It can not be marketed all over for certain price
It is so precious and its feeling is very nice
Books after books are written on this subject
No one has advanced any particular reason to reject
It has such a tremendous driving force to sweep
You will be left with joy and later on only to weep
No one should live under fallacy
It has lots of joy and fantasy
Not difficult but it is not that easy
Keeps you wondering and very much busy
One may be counting starts in night
No one may know exactly what is right?
It is to be felt from within and alone
It has its own joy to be enjoyed by one
Have you seen person weeping with joy?
Talking silently with beautiful toy
It is such a unique feeling in lovely life
More joy of having her than making a beautiful wife
It is delicate phase one may pass through
All lies around and nothing seems to him true
Only one word strikes his mind all the way
“I long for you and can not remain away”
It is nice to feel all the way very good
No care for anybody and neglecting the food
It is like child asking for impossible
Landing in unexplored field with trouble
You may rightly attempt to write poetic verses
Tearing papers, writing all over and near misses
Nothing goes right from the beginning
It has disastrous start with the innings
One may try to hide the face but can not cry in open
Try to prove point by painting gloomy side with pen
Then also if no way is found out, going for long drive
Thinking all the positively how to come out of it and survive
May be it is lover’s exclusive zone
All novel ideas and new concept is borne
There is no room for backing out or escape route
No norms or any kind of rules to flout
It is always good to pass through such stage
It gives tremendous strength and power to manage
It can take place at any time and in any age
It will certainly be a unique experience and golden page
Almighty has made certain things for each other
Sometimes it may add to tension and make us to bother
But ultimate end will be very much positive and in order
The noble act has to be performed by not crossing the border
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In My Life
Written by ricky & kim wilde
Look for the strength you know you can feel
Search for the truth you know that is real
Then reach for the place you know they cant steal
And say, Im feeling good with my life
No point in letting life bring you down
Theres always something bad hangin round
Face up to trouble and stare it out
I know Im feeling good with my life
In my life - everything is feeling good
In my life - feeling like you know it should
In my life - cant you see its understood
Im feeling good with my life
No better place to start than with you
Get your head together then follow through
Its not what youre saying its what you do
I know Im feeling good with my life
Dont fantasize how your life could be
Make all your dreams a reality
Then there is nothing can bring you down
I know Im feeling good with my life
In my life - everything is feeling good
In my life - feeling like you know it should
In my life - cant you see its understood
Im feeling good with my life
Weve got to make it living together
Learning to share our lives
Weve got to speak from the heart
Find a new way to start
Thats something weve all got to realise
In my life
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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You are dark
You are dark complexioned daughter
It sends me smile and roars into laughter
In family you are only one not sought after
You are most loved by me and lovelier
What a beautiful deep holes on your cheeks?
I always wanted it to be seen and seek
You were in your happy mood and moved
The color is not important and you really proved
You were precious diamond in my eyes
All my thoughts and ideas definitely fly
I look towards sky and aimlessly wonder
Why the dark clouds are always making thunder?
They are deep, full of rain water and dark
What do they deliver and actually embark?
Do they bring all happiness for mankind?
All these thoughts made me very kind
I will shower my all love to her
I will never make her to cry or bother
She will come to me for any answer
I will be lost in her and forced for love to shower
I will move my hand on her head
Gently reminding her of lovely read
How I love and always think of her future?
She will simply smile as if not all worried about future
She was in no way looked inferior
She was excellent and superior
Not only had she excelled in alround show
She promisingly showed determination to grow
I used to remind her of very good smile
“You are going to win world for a while”
She will stare at my eyes only to believe
At words to ascertain and feel relieved
I tried to convey her that she was the best and loved
Her color did not bother me or feelings holed
On the contrary it made me to think of her more
I loved her more and more and really swore
She has grown today to full womanhood
All eyes are on her even from neighborhood
It increases my concern for her coming days
I am searching an answer for her comfortable way
Jokingly I used to remind her of lovely smile
She may go away from us by many more miles
We may miss her absence for all the times to come
She was allowed to express her views and always welcome
“You will bring whole world to your knee”
As your smile may be worth millions and free
Where peace of mind will be at far distance?
You will make it worth in your presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Friend on line
My poetess friend is on line
Would love for poems to find day's shine
I was really impressed for keen interest
It was in general for best interest
A publisher is good link for purpose
Whole trust is to be put and reposed
I was falling to her proposal
It was new bond waiting for revival
She was touching heart and coming near
I too had had nice feeling of love and dear
I named her "Kajol"* as she had told me once
She was sure of having some resemblance
I told her name to appear in preface
Another mask for putting on face
She was anxious for being her in preface
I found some keen interest with feeling trace
She was thee making inroad
Heavily riding on mind with immense load
I was sinking with her brilliance
She was sure there to show up with intelligence
"She will buy it first" confident was her reply
I was hell bent to go her near by
She had consented to appear on the face of book
I disbelieved it and unwillingly allowed head to shake
The poems had touched 3000 mark
It was lovely beginning and good start
She was there to praise and take stock
I was waiting for some ticks from the clock
I was in fact growing old
But kept approach very bold
It is necessary to feel young at heart
Poetry is such good form of an art
She was quick at my back
Posted questions about what is at stake
Life is not simple like cake
It has to be honest and not fake
I wondered at her philosophy
She was plain but as if blessed by almighty
Right from day one she had clear vision
Not much to be left behind as confusion
I wished her success and good start
She was coming up with part by part
Touching simple way and putting across
I was very much happy and felt at no loss
Kajol… Indian famous actress
(To be concluded)
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An imprint in mind
I did not find him bed side
The space left in between was very wide
Day before he was asleep and kept snoring
Today’s absence is unbearable and boring
The life can be difficult without him
We worked very hard as team
He was always there to support
I had maintained good rapport
He did not mind even when was not served with food
We both used to think seriously but always with good mood
We knew the critical phase will be over soon
The heat will be over and taken over by cool moon
How many nights we had spent in open?
Was it not the heaven for us as fun?
Did we ever feel that we were isolated?
Only we lived life in difficulty as ill fated
Still I remember there was much to offer
Lot many ideas to implement and differ
Always in complete harmony with no word of dissent
He was thorough gentleman and very descent
I shared with him half bread
He may come back home as if half dead
There was much to feel as thrill
The life was like circus and demanded hard drill
Not a moment I might have passed without him
He was strong pillar and a solid beam
We all rested on it as worry free persons
He offered us safety in all the seasons
Life has passed off in friction of seconds
The clean water has dried up in ponds
It has developed crack on its soil
We are left with nothing and continue to boil
I slipped back in old memory again
There was slight dazzling caused by rain
The weather was turning wet and cold
I was left with no sense to feel the different world
I shall not shed a tear
We had enough of it with fear
Again time has come to bear
We have now enough of cloths to wear
There is definite vacuum and void
It was not in our hand to avoid
He is not here by my side
I still feel he is still there to confide
There is fine imprint in mind
An image is there to find
Only good will experience with honest feeling
Everything is with you if you are willing
Nothing goes missing
Sun is rising
Rays bring light
Make determined bid and fight
Grow with responsibility and stature
You have to build from stretch a bright future
Page can be filled and re written
Life can be understood and enlightened
I may not miss his absence
I have to bear it with full sense
No use if I remain worried and tense
He may be remembered in all the tenses
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Lonely Wife
A lonely Wife
Nice words said, sweet words spoken
Such a deep feeling love, or words just a token
She's comfortable with him, he's so good to her
She thinks it's love, a companion for life
She thought love would last, when he made her his wife
She has the whole world at her feet, she has nothing to fear anymore
No one screaming at her, no one beating her or knocking her to the floor
This must be the way love is meant to be
This is what marriage is like, she is finally free
Why does she find herself so sad and lonely
He loves her, she pledged her life to him only
What's wrong with her, she has everything
His loving her without showing it doesn't mean anything
She will continue life forever, as it stands
She has it so good now, living her life in his hands
She will never speak up about how she feels
With his kindness and love, she still heals
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Sudden call
Sudden call from your inner conscience
No use to sit idle and see across fence
Time is running short and has to pack
Final journey with no possible come back
What did you earn during life span?
Did you serve well yourself or clan?
Was there any remorse on your part?
Did you outwit or tried to outsmart?
Prepare self for possible journey
Nothing to accompany including money
Leaving the land with open eyes
Relative may say weep sad good byes
You may undergo deep anguish and pain
Your all efforts will be futile and in vain
You may look miserable helpless
Looking at sky with eyes clueless
You may wonder why you failed.
Were you confined with life or jailed?
Did that serve and useful purpose?
What is left for you now to suppose?
You may try to look bank and analyze
Try to feel pity and gesture to sympathize
Something to speak but fail to deliver
Living organs die slowly including lever
You may slowly slip into coma stage
You may try to regain but unable to manage
All memories may surface as pinching salt
You may feel it deeply with final assault
Thousand of thought may invade mind
You may not have escape route to find
Eventually you may relent and accept the reality
Life’s misadventure and its overall futility
Nothing goes along except good will or gesture
No one may remember you in near future
All your lifework may soon to evaporate
Good work may speak for people to narrate
Life to end with body to be laid
Two words of praise always said
Nothing rests with body or soul
Night may look odd with voice of owl
Departure or end may coincide with mission
May be there so many emissions or omissions
Thousands of problems with unanswered questions
Its end may be tragic or ………………..
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A life so colorful
I knew life can be so colorful
It may add flavor if one remains faithful
It is not to be spent as remorseful
Always In happy mood and purposeful
There may be quite logic and fun
It can not be brought back or re- run
Once the golden period is over
Later on you have to make efforts only to cover
It may change the color and adjust to another
It may be sad scene but providing also breather
It may be serious change over from bad to good
It is how we have followed and understood
Nature is smiling at everybody
It must be observed by somebody
There is everything around and in kind
We must go in and visibly find
Lovely green lush fields
Mountains clad with shields
White snow to sit for many more days
This is how nature acts and stays
The sun may throw the light
It will reflect very bright
Eyes may get closed in surprise
You got to know as if to be wise
It is not good magic
Some moments are very tragic
Some one departs and some one enters
This is life in the centre
The days to pass of and nights to set
The moon light to, take over and others to let
The joy of cool night never enjoyed in grief
Though it may stay for short and very brief
It is our resolve to fight the odd
That is strength given by the God
There is no use for hue and cry
We must go ahead without feeling shy
We are here to face the fury
Either with happiness or worry
We may laugh it out or feel sorry
He is there to act as jury
Sea waters may stay as blue
The eagles may dip in and still flew
It is not the end game or little start
Something to gain and something to part
Nature may play its part as usual
We got to take it as casual
No one can change the set course
Whether you take it as blessings or curse
I was believing in same logic
It was not proving as magic
The nature has its reasons with some basic
It may be means to live on with some tonic
I cling to future for ever
I need to face and come over
All short comings and drawbacks
It will definitely stage a comeback
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lying in bed
She was lying in bed
Tubes around and artificially fed
Speechless as if gripped with cold
Calm but determined and looked bold
Was it pain or anger?
Unhappiness or hunger?
Disease, fatigue or discomfort
needed solace and strong support
I looked tired and pale
what could I do for her to console?
I was utterly helpless
Efforts made were more but result was less
Memory took me back several years
She whispered gently and I could hear
She slept on bed without fear
Happiness on face without a tear
She was gorgeous with the entire smile
I was simply mesmerized for a while
I was ducking to show her warm love
I starred at her as lover dove
All thoughts came to an abrupt halt
As if somebody was rubbing salt
Wounds were aggravating with deep pain
Her sickness was the worry main
She always smiled and prayed Lords
Stood at door with welcoming words
She never complained or expressed regret
Eager to compromise and ready to forget,
Such a noble soul was undergoing pain
All my efforts were proving in vain
Will she recover and be talking again?
Smile with consciousness without pain
Let my years be added to her life
Lived up to expectation as good wife
Life was difficult to walk on edge of knife
she acted wise even when situation was not rife
One has to part when time has run out
Victory may sometimes result into rout
All we can do is to pray and bow to almighty
Shower with blessings to come out of pity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wild Side Of Life
(w. warren/ a. carter/ f. worth)
Producers for bonnie: hugh murphy/ ronnie scott/ steve wolfe
Well you wouldnt read my letters
If I wrote you
You urged me not to call you on the phone
Theres something Ive been waiting
For to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of this song
You never knew there were honky tonk angels
Or you might have known
Id never make a wife
You walked out on the only one
Who ever loved you
So I went on back to the wild side of life
Now the climate of all the good life
Oh has led me
To the places where the wine
And the liquor flow
I tried to be your one and only angel
But Im not that kind of angel heaven knows
No no no no
I cried so hard
The day you went and left me
cause the things you said
They cut me like a knife
What you wanted was another kind of angel
And you sent me back to the wild side or life, no
Well Im just some trussed up honky tonk angel
And I might have known
Id never make a wife
Well you left the only one
Who ever loved you
And Im back here on the wild side of life
Im only a honky tonk angel
And I might have known Id never make a wife
You walked out on the only one
Who ever loved you
And you left me here
On the wild side of life
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Adamant and rigid
I was adamant and very rigid
Mind full of uncertainty and ideas very fluid
Would care for nobody and disregard
It was proving difficult and very hard
No one dared to touch my heart
Though I looked handsome and smart
Not even ugly girls tried any attempt to flirt
I was reserved yet very conscious and alert
I was fond of natural love and cared
For total disregard I would have not dared
It was amounting to no faith in almighty
I was unsure and that was biggest pity
I would look towards sky and silently pray
Something was secretly urging me to my dismay
Not that I was holding views to the contrary
These facts were known to me and very necessary
I longed for delicate touch and warmth
There was no chance for it to come forth
Sincerely I had not tried it for many years
Whisper was hardly known to the ears
I will attempt to look at lovely birds
Their presence will appease me when voices heard
“What a sweetness and pleasant surprise” I will guess
Will there not be any sunrise?
Any cruel man will have heart pulse
He will not be in position to repulse
If you need to be near to His presence
These are ingredients or essence
I thought for a while and looked around
The environment was beautiful and naturally found
I must go back to nature and reassure
My favored place in silence for sure
I shall make it as first attempt and succeed
It is essential and I certainly need
Who can survive with barren thoughts?
On reckless issues war can not be fought
I would zoom over tree branches
Shake them up with mild punches
I wondered how I could remain for long in isolation
There was no need to have preferred such relation
It is urging me again to rise above such things
They all have qualities to offer something
I am human being and must rise above all
This is what I felt as honest call
Life or identity is not something to last for ever
It can’t be treated differently either
It must be lived at full length and with satisfaction
If the world at large appreciates it then it is good indication
I have found the answer
The rain may at any time shower
The earth may give in to become fertile
Human being will have to be reasonable and versatile
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A rhythm in breath
I see rhythm in deep breath
How that comes true at the time of death?
Chest expands and contracts with uneasiness
All parts are becoming dead with tiredness
Life comes to full swing when little one breathes in womb
It is emergence of uneven surface like tomb
New born makes move and pulses start
What synchronization to come out of womb and part
Formation of good music with loud cry
Raising many questions and asking why?
What is purpose of creating love and hatred?
Why all that cry to emanate and to be led?
Why to bring beautiful life to an illogical end?
To do away with abortion is modern trend
It did exist in ancient and medieval age
We are in confusion and unable to manage
What a pity and abuse for a divine blessings?
What is an important and valuable thing missing?
Why to do injustice for melody and music to do well?
New born might have breathed in magical spell
It is no use crying for His grace
Lot many problems later on to face
It is mad adventure and race
In a time to come you won’t find any trace
Children are precious gift from almighty
They may make it beautiful by acting naughty
Anybody can notice lovely aired combination
Music to ears and life to be led with inspiration
Never be a part of unknown conspiracy
We may not be worthy for his mercy
Let new born be allowed to witness world
Why do we run away and develop the cold?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Wish I'd Said No
By playing a round he was a billionaire,
His adoring public would stop and stare,
Now he's cheated he can hear them all say,
For what you've done there'll be a large price to pay.
You'll be driven to insanity when you realise,
To your wife and family you've brought tears to their eyes,
The man they all loved who just couldn't be beat,
Is not who they thought he's turned into a cheat.
Because of your lust, your life is in tatters,
You took the risk now you've lost all that matters.
To anyone out there who thinks cheating's a game,
Adultery will bring you nothing but shame.
If tempted be aware of the consequences,
There'll be nowhere to hide or sitting on fences,
It's when not if you finally get caught,
You'll be wishing there were other pleasures you'd sought.
It will affect your performance in more ways than one,
For a life without loved ones is not much fun,
The problem with cheats is they don't ever learn,
A bad reputation is the reward that you earn.
Your life as you know it will then disappear,
You'll be left with nothing but a feeling of fear,
You will ask yourself questions, was it worth it and why,
The answers will make you want to curl up and die.
For the rest of your life the pain will be there,
You'll be left on your own feeling total despair,
The memories will haunt you wherever you go,
That's when you'll think,
‘' I Wish I'd Said No ‘'
I Will Never Forget You
When I went to same school with you, it was fun being in same class with you and becoming friends
Although we barely talk alot, I enjoy seeing you
You are so quiet and shy
I still miss you
I will never forget you
When I left to move back here
When things that bring back memories about you, I feel sad and want to cry
I feel bad for what I did to make us not friend anymore
If I could go there I would fixed it
You make me very happy on the Valentines Day
I got wrong signals that you like me more than a friend
You did it because you want to know how you felt about me
I will never forget you
You are the guy will never meant to hurt me
When I listen to my favorite songs, it bring back memories about you
It's hard to forget you
I can't move on no matter what I tried and accept you like a friend
I can't, and I want you be my boyfriend, but I can't force you to
I will never forget you
I had so many good memories
I will always feel sad when I heard your name or sad song that remind me of you
Although we are in different city
Is just that apart of me is still over there, and
Part of me is just wishing you were here with me
It will never be the same
I will never forget you
You were one of kind
When this feeling happen, I just to hold it in
I want to be by myself and think
There's nothing I can't do
I had to leave it alone and live my life
I want to show you that I can be a better friend
It was is and leave at that
We both are in good place right now
It fun while it last
I will never forgot you
poem by Christina Phan
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I Feel Good
What a beautiful morning
Just to wake up beside you
Is something Ive missed for so long
Im so glad that you came back home
Baby let me tell you
How my days slipped away
And how I was afraid of the night
But now Im alright
I feel good
Feeling like a lover should
What else can I say
Wont forget the day
You came back to stay
I feel so good (I feel good, I feel good, I feel good)
Finally we understood
You and me were meant
True lovers from the start
We can never part
Our love is grown stronger
More than any temptation
In this world could possibly be
Theres no doubt cause its plain to see
I feel good
Feeling like a lover should
What else can I say
Wont forget the day
You came back to stay
I feel so good (I feel good, I feel good, I feel good)
Finally we understood
You and me were meant
True lovers from the start
We can never part
I feel good
Feeling like a lover should
What else can I say
Wont forget the day
You came back to stay
I feel so good (I feel good, I feel good, I feel good)
Finally we understood
You and me...
song performed by by Boney M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Run And Dance And Play
'The mission of poetry is to create among people
the possibility of wonder, admiration, mystery,
the sense that life is marvelous...
To make life a marvel-that is the role of poetry.'
- OCTAVIO PAZ
she finally admits that she likes octavio
but she does not understand him, and i quip
that if that is the case, you must stop reading him, he is killing you
and your initial desire to be in love with poetry
isn't it that the mission of poetry is to create this marvel?
this admiration? this feeling that life is marvelous?
that there is still this wonderful feeling left inside us
despite the odds?
if octavio makes you wonder about more wonders
continue reading the magnificence of his lines
marvel, marvel, marvel
but if he does not achieve that purpose in you
try reading back those nursery rhymes
those that make you feel better and make you
go back to the niceties of your childhood
run and play and dance and sing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Other Way
There is no other way then to reassure
Life is so lovely and hence to be made sure
I confidently look towards and offer a smile
You may be joyous and happy meanwhile
Love is such beautiful thing to feel
It is never dying until
You may feel it often and when go quite close
If trust and confidence is always reposed
I proposed poetry to woman as friend
I felt as true man when she agreed to be my woman in the end
i loved those happy moments when felt it as heavenly sent
I felt as if land was slipping away and forcing me to faint
she was now really at my heart
even though it was: from the very start
I had seen her as model and painted as frank art
Totally ideal to become precious part
she was not only friendly
: but kind hearted and lovely
always cared for what i said
: helped me in all bad moments as an aid
: i welcome her as true asset
: my feeling are made known or let
She is very close and more of friend
And promised to remain forever till end
she was nice from the beginning
it was lesson in itself for learning
she proved to be caring and friendly
i gracefully accepted her and asssred repeatedely
i proposed her in eanest
“ you are loved as my best'
this may prove to be crucial test
but told her toput everything at rest
come and say i am your woman
i shall take it as proud too be your man
i am forever to be yours
will you call it as ours
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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