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There used to be inspiring words from poet
Kings used them on battle field when nothing was quiet
When it was to be do and die situation and could not wait
A poet can change complete scene with even fate

“Pen is mightier than sword” and impression permanent
No one can dare to face the truth and simple comment
Many autocrats and dictators have failed to face onslaught
They underestimated the power and were simply caught

Revolution is not brought in a day or two or all of sudden
It takes place only when all limits are crossed and roads lay open
When there is no other way than to die unnatural death
The course is automatically chosen irrespective of faith

When rivers are in spate they bring about complete destruction
They wait for none to guide and receive no instructions
It is momentum in their flow that clears the way
Aggressive posture with destruction and then coolly stay

Why poets of modern age are considered pawn in their game?
Have they bartered away their interest `and share the blame
Are they not capable of leading anymore bloodless revolutions?
Is it meek surrender on their part for without any resolutions?

Are we not in streets for begging paltry sum in reward?
Does the spirit and power is washed away in words?
Is it not strange o beg for articles to be read on request?
May be it is present day scene to go for any solution or quest

“I will read only when you read mine” curt reply is received
“I shall surely read yours” with this inner soul is deceived
Why at all there should be some unhealthy practice?
Have we ever take note of it or any notice?

I can assertively stand firm and say” I have bartered the soul”
I see nothing wrong in present age as I don’t smell foul
You have no means to survive and time has come crawl
There should be no reason why one should not make withdrawal

You are shot sure to rot if don’t change to circumstances
Renowned poets have died from poverty for instances
If some one has succeeded then it has remained only in text
It is really human plight and tragedy that is waited for next

Nature and sky has remained same for ever
So is the whether and rain with thunder forever
They come and go as usual in right hour
We don’t realize it and turn into sour

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Spare Your Time

Spare your precious time to read
You may be famous poet and likely to lead
It will be fine if you read others articles
Even though it may not be of high quality substances

It is easy to write and forget
Not to bother about others and to let
Yet it helps in long run
When time comes to be appreciated in turn

No one can function in isolation
It has direct bearing and relation
It must be met with reciprocal gesture
Else you may be excluded for very sure

It is unfortunate we disregard other articles
Don’t go into depth or try to catch pulse
Any good comment may be appreciated by everyone
But few words of criticism may be liked by none

It has remained general tendency to confine with only few
Other may post it as routinely to be read or even not to be viewed
This is unhealthy practice and one must come out of it at earliest
The poetry has been at dead end and will starve in future for best

Some of the articles are appreciated in its true perspective
They have drawn attention and remained purely subjective
It has educational angle with useful message and warning
It may prove decisive if something is done from beginning

None of the poems should go unread or without comments
It may have large implications with positive movement
The moon, stars and sky has remained ever since same
We ourselves have to be armed with new concept without any blame

Encourage new and emerging youngsters
They may not be standard composers
Yet they need our care and attention
Enough encouragement with full respect and mention

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Voice of Poet

Poet voice is echo of mankind, speak of angels
Can inspire the soldiers to take on to the battle,
That sprinkle flowers of words, leading to love,
Hearts are bound to melt, even tough enough.

Poets voice can pain and heel wounds of heart,
So create romantic scene causing heart spurt.
Poets read out hearts, can see deep in dark,
Any place in cosmos, are capable to embark.

Their fabulous words can add colours to rainbow
Draw picture of the soul as an amazing shadow,
Voice of poets engender love and compassion
That is mirror of society giving lucid reflection.

Martyrs of war who gone time back to graves,
Poetry has power to keep alive those braves.
Poems expose creatures, portray orb’s images,
Poetry live the human life through out stages.

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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For new poet

Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures

Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things

We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others

What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where

Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates

Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation

You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale

Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan

In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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New poet

Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures

Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things

We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others

What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where

Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates

Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan

In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This is A Place Where In My Argument I Lose

A writers anger without the vulgarities of the modern time.
How it is so hard not to say curse words where they would fit so well.
To understand as only a poet would with a passion would.
Denied the American vocabulary I know so well I seek out means and words
To bring you down to my hell.
To express the hatred, and meanness that takes over with thunder
It has been taught to me by a society who finds it only offensive in public writings like poems.
In a books one is aloud, to say what ever they want.
I have read entire sex scene's in book and one word of such a nature is wrong in a poem.
Defined by those who believe all poems are met for kids.
Look at some the best lyrics describing anger, the rawness of them it the ability to use vulgarity and speak your mind as you so choose
But again in the poet world this is a place where in my argument I lose.

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Little tolerent

Nature has taught us to be tolerant
Forget about past and live in present
Try to adjust with changing mood
As mind and body both need fresh food

Don’t try to stagnate and sit idle
If you are really enterprising and capable
World may be full of problems and troubles
But try to face it and never crumble

We have to learn from the nature
It only protects our future
It has much to give in return
We must look forward and positively turn

Nature has never deceived
Even thought enough of cruelty is received
Trees are cut and deforestation is on large scale
Time is not far off when our face may turn pale

Nature is changing fast
It is feared world may soon last
Desert is experiencing snow
Rive are in spate and madly flow

The earth is often threatened with tremors
Shocks are sometimes not observed
But wherever it has taken place
Complete destruction is caused in all the cases

We have polluted every field
Nothing is to be secretly yield
We may not be in position to hold little later
Earth may look barren and there won’t be anything to cater

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Poet As Politician

every hour the poets knock the door of my senses
if you have time my dear
please read my latest poem
i have read yours and they're good
(what does he care? he has his own cares to care for)

and they keep on knocking
and i keep on lying too with my grin as wide as the cheetah
your poems are great
just perfect for me.. oh i love this one too

how hungry can a poet be as a politician
hungry for praise
lusting for honor

wanting to have a name where there are none
except perhaps in tombstones

yes i will compromise with an epitaph

here lies the poet as a politician
he is read upon his own request

Requiscat In Pace!

i place the star after his date of birth
i place a cross after his date of death.

and of course at the lowest portion
upon his request

RSVP.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Letter To A Young Poet Revised

Letter to a young Poet

Dear Raman, so you want me to read your poem and state my opinion.
Well, you are fond of words and you are stacking them up in your poem.
That is a good thing; clearly you are a man who reads a lot.
So you want to be a poet, poetry is self indulgent pass time it doesn’t
change anything, no one reads it, other than cranky people. Should
a poet writes something nationalistic that resonance with, a nation’s
pride, like: “my country is the best in the world.” He will get a medal.

So why don’t you become an engineer or failing that, a cook. The world
doesn’t need, anymore academic poets who forever repeat what poets
of yore have said. For the common man a poet is regarded as a figure of
fun who spends valuable time putting useless words together to make
sense of a world he doesn’t understand. As my father said, when my first
poem was published: “How much did they pay you? ” If my words have
not scared you off, you’re a poet. The only tool you’ll need is honesty.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Law Of Diminishing Return

in this new on line age
interconnected
interlinked sites
networks websites age

in this new on line age
computer talk talk
click click open read
on line easy accesses means

a new poem a budding poet
only a quick click click away
anywhere in the world in fast
moving computer based world

feedback can be instantaneous
log on site read reply comment
even score the poem grade easy
seek fellow poet comment reply

favour reciprocated communal
friendships established interests
alined stress mutual point of view
new pet poet often read in entirety

yet new law of diminishing return
exists; easily read one or two even
twenty or thirty but not sixty ninety
two hundred to four hundred more?

now your in serious reading well past
short story territory; your in novella; to
novel range; a whole new landscape a
country of vast dimensions not a quick

read; traditional poetry pleasure; swiftly
scanned lines; read at fast leisure pace;
even some poets; lack stamina; for long
insightful complex read; less read works

poem by Terence George Craddock
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I can not wait for two o’clock to come

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to climb on my motorbike
and to ride to the place
where the words of other poets
get life and energy
and bring bliss and burning beauty
and sometimes sincerity
or stark reality
as magic to me.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to hear the words
of a master and to find something
in his thoughts that I can make mine,
as if it was buried in my soul
just waiting for the sun and rain
and interaction to sprout
growing green like a living thing.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to read my own poetry
and to see what other
people make of it
and to know
if my words are truly
hitting their mark.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
and to experience something great
that makes life worth living
and perhaps for some time
to sit near the presence
of the Immortal One
that gives man the ability
to turn words into the magic
that life aught to be.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Poet not to remain

It is essence of poet not to remain quiet
Even though may not have knowledge considered to be basic
The thoughts and images must reach to the masses
As they may have enough of it to read in classes

The flower may not know what fragrance it has
There might not be awareness yesterday as it was
Still there may be bright tomorrow to celebrate
It may be simple try by poet to project and narrate

The poets are called crazy and thought driven
They do not bother for their appearance even
They eat whatever they get and stay wherever they are
The world is so close to them and not very far

They are part of each living object
They accept it in mind and never reject
They try to feel natural belongingness
And it is there as gift to feel oneness

Not all can feel the impulse of nature
Not all can see the well being of future
Only few can breathe with it and survive
They make it perfect and try to revive

It requires third eye to feel the real soul
You may witness it casually and not as whole
You get hurt when something wrong is done to nature
You express sorrow when over apathy to cure

Not that people are cruel and less sentimental
They may be part of bad set up and very much instrumental
Yet poet is different from others and feels grieved
He has the noble soul and her words are respected and believed

Everybody may be passing through critical phase
There may be mad race and long chase
Yet there may be enough of reasonability in approach
Poet may try to project but not attempt to teach or preach

Some of them may be called nationalist
Some one may be well known as futurists
Some may come out as strong supporters of the liberty
Some may prove very good at prayers of almighty

It is not that only poets do great service
People from many walks of life also suffice
Their contribution is well known and of very good standard
It is the basis for which to go ahead and look forward

But the rainbow can only be seen in poetic heart
By little appearance of natural beauty it will simply start
It will pen beautiful words to please old and young alike
Not all the ideas may occur to all or strike

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poet not to remain quiet

The poets are called crazy and thought driven
They do not bother for their appearance even
They eat whatever they get and stay wherever they are
The world is so close to them and not very far

They are part of each living object
They accept it in mind and never reject
They try to feel natural belongingness
And it is there as gift to feel oneness

Not all can feel the impulse of nature
Not all can see the well being of future
Only few can breathe with it and survive
They make it perfect and try to revive

It requires third eye to feel the real soul
You may witness it casually and not as whole
You get hurt when something wrong is done to nature
You express sorrow when over apathy to cure

Some of them may be called nationalist
Some one may be well known as futurists
Some may come out as strong supporters of the liberty
Some may prove very good at prayers of almighty

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You are the poet

Poet is a journalist
Watches the feelings
Watches the emotions
Watches the world
Watches the light and
Watches the dark
He thinks everywhere
Others can’t imagine

-o-

Chasing the thoughts
Searching the words
Forming the sentences
To give the expression
To put the life in it

-o-

Poet is like a cook
Collecting good ingredients
Cooking the feelings to
Present in better way

-o-

Poet is like a soldier
Fighting in the war and
Fighting with the self
Feeling the pain and
Bleeding the emotions
Making room for self
To express the story
To save the people

-o-

Poet is like mother
Cooking the soft food
Feeding smoothly
Treating the readers like his own kids
Reader’s happiness is poet’s happiness
If you can’t praise, no problem
But don’t forget to acknowledge
-o-

Poet is the center of universe
Editors, Music directors,
Composers, singers, musicians,
Media everybody is rotating around

-o-

Poet writes to quench intellectuals
Poet writes to entertain good listeners
Poet writes to move hearts
Poet writes for a cause
Poet write for entertainment
Poets write to express themselves
Poets write to share their feelings

-o-

When time is running
Poem is the history
In present it reflects the story
Poem gives the hope in future

-o-

Poet is the planter
Plants seeds into your hearts
Make sure that it sprouts
Brings the thoughts into actions

-o-

Poet is the director behind your actions
Poet is the motivator behind your feelings
Poet is the coach who puts you on track
Poet is person whom your heart likes

-o-

Poet is the soldier when he uses poem as bullet
Poet is the coach when his poem moves your heart
Poet is the love, when he gives poem as flower
Poet is the parent, when he consoles you in your troubles
Poet is the healer who heals souls
Poet enters different roles
To justify the poem and to justify the people

-o-

Poem is the form of literature
We can find in holy books
Poem is the feelings
Poem touches the hearts

-o-

Sun can be seen in day
Moon can be seen in night
But poem is there day and night
Poem is powerful than nature
Poem don’t have life and death
Just it flows from heart to heart
Poet is the instrument
In the hands of the poem

-o-

If you drink a cup of alcohol
It may stay there just for hours
If you read a good poem
Nobody knows how long it gives the kick

-o-

When you have time, read a good poem
When you have time, write some poetry
When you have time, share a poem

-o-

You will be the poet, when you read a poem
You will be the poet, when you put on paper

You can be the poet to change your self
You can be the poet to change the world

You must be a poet, to enjoy this life
Waiting for you, to listen to your poem

-o-

poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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The poet's page

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

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Poet is free

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

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I write...

How badly a poet feels when his articles go unread?
Get no cooperation from fellow poets for further lead
How narrow interest has shadowed the real talent?
Old poets did so much but today we can only resent

There may be many reasons and probably the time factor
Who has the time to come out in and see the moon in sector?
The moon, stars, and sky have permanence in feature
So nothing to look at them as they don't make our future

What do we find when look at some of the creations?
Lot of confusion with innumerable questions
I find hard going with concept and logic behind
Even so much eagerness on their part but approach very unkind

I blame none but changing scenes
No one can exactly predict and prefer to be seen
Even though they may be interested and very keen
The confinement nature hunts mind or appears to have been

Poet may go on writing but may not find favor
Not that those articles are bad or find no natural flavor
Still some of the poets may go out of the way and appreciate
This gesture somewhat appears to be managing and relate

I would love if little time is spared for emerging poets
They come with full force but find no favor and then remain quiet
It is like river flow in monsoon when in spate
Nothing is sure about and left everything to fate

If stage is decorated for the performance of the artists
And find is no audience to clap each one among the lists
Then no one may dare and ever attempt for another show
The movement comes to standstill and restricts the flow

The creations may certainly find favor if not day then tomorrow
Yet mind should not disturbed and released free or allowed
There is substance in it and it may pull magnetic way
Sun may shine again and find the promising rays

I write with no reservation or wait for applaud
The work itself may speak in volume and very loud
Ears may refuse to believe when one day you may find surprises
The world may clap over your achievements and suddenly rise

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Letter To A Young Poet

Dear Raman, so you want me to read your poem and state my opinion.
Well, you are fond of words and you are stacking them up in your poem.
That is a good thing; clearly you are a man who reads a lot.
So you want to be a poet, poetry is self indulgent’ it never starts a war
nor finished it. Should a poet write something that resonance with,
the sentiment of a nation, you can be sure it will be used by politicians
and interpreted for their dubious plans.

So why don’t you become an engineer or failing that, a cook. The world
doesn’t need, anymore academic poets who forever repeat what poets
of yore have said. For the people a poet is regarded as a figure of fun
who spends valuable time putting useless words together to make sense
of a world they don’t understand. As my father said when I published
my first poem: “How much did they pay you? ” So if my words have not
scared you off you’re a poet. All you need is intellectual honesty.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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A Poet's Song

~♥ ♥ ♥ ~

I have read
Works of great men and women
Simple poems and stories
I also have written
This is the song of a poet
The song of my soul

I love poetries
So too are stories
They are simple daisies
Filling my fantasies
This is the song of a poet
The song of my soul

It is my refuge
When in sorrow
My hopes and dreams
In my unknown tomorrow
This is the song of a poet
The song of my soul

I am a poetess
With the dream of sharing
And with my knowledge and skills
Tomorrow, my dreams I will be fulfilling
This is the song of a poet
The song of my soul

I and my works
May never be great
But I will never lose hope
In God, I place my faith
This is the song of a poet
The song of my soul

I will never surrender to failure
I shall never retire until I reach my goal
I will read and write literature
I will hear the cry of my hoping soul
This is the song of a poet
The song of my soul

~♥ ♥ ♥ ~

poem by Belleza Edella Marian SwanCullen
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General explotation

How can you change world’s established order?
Is it not that we are on extinction border?
Do we not face complete annihilation from face?
Is there no competition or simple mad race?

Whole world depends upon total exploitation
Each one eats upon others one by one by rotation
If this is not done by nature then there will be an end
Not a single inch space will be left to stand

Sea life depends solely on killing of each other
Small creatures are killed by their own mother
Big whales make their meals from small fishes
World doesn’t end for them as sea is full of riches

Life is fast replenished with the arrival of fresh
Thus cycle goes on with eating of their flash
Fresh induction of sea life gives them enough room
There is no depletion or decadence of gloom

On land wild animals kill weaker ones
Strongest definitely survive in safe zones
It is how cycle is repeated endlessly
Life goes on smoothly and ceaselessly

Rich robs the poor with the might of money
In real life it thrives and doesn’t look funny
We may talk of tall order but surrender
Can’t resist the temptation and wonder

Smaller countries are bullied by rich nations
They fear of reprisal and maintain the relations
They talk of liberty and champion the cause of freedom
Give a call for uprising and commit the pledges to redeem

They have narrow national interest in their mind
They search for lame excuses and try to find
How to bring them under their complete sway?
So they don’t have and authority or complete say

World can’t be bowed down by simple logic
No cohesion or compulsion can do any magic
Only persuasion and help can change the scene
Permanent stand off may lead to no loss no win

No nation will barter their national interest
They will try to opt and find out the best
They can be forced or brought to compromise
Help in crisis with firm commitment and promises

Even Almighty has shown favored the rich
Poor are kept at bay and out of reach
They suffer at the cruel hands of fate
Help comes to them not at crucial stage

We may learn it at later stage
It will be beyond control to manage
No one will come to our rescue and relief
This only strengthens or firm belief

We may survive and manage the onslaught
So many miseries it has shown and brought
We need to learn more and not to be caught
What else we can do except to accept?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Exploitation in general