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A poet everywhere

A poet everywhere and around
In nature, on mountain and in sound
Conveying the melody in beautiful words
As if spoken from mouth of lords

What if one gets no name
It is praiseworthy and no shame
Not all can be judged by the crowd
Still one feels internally very proud

It is divine pulse that is beating
All expectations and inspirations meeting
A peace with affection when openly meeting
A status he has quite naturally befitting

There is reward from almighty
No one must lament or feel pity
There is blessing for holding sanctity
This is what required as fine quality

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Peace Meal

Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!

song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Peace Meal

Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!

song performed by by X-Ray Spex
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lovely life

I would definitely prefer and ask Almighty
Why on one side love and other side pity?
Why we should be sent to from holy land?
Get into acts and perform with dirty hand

Were we not welcome there and dear to you?
Had we chosen as target lost grace from thou?
All your messages, words preach and say
I am almost here to guide and lead your way

Have we to expose ourselves to testing ground?
Lost in crowd forever and not easily to be found
We may loose peace and beautiful heavenly sound
Even though human being, roam as vultures around

You know it well we may forget our holy mission
We will commit sin and come to you for admission
No remorse at heart but to show it as confusion
In search of goal but without idea or divine vision

You generally preach we are God’s children
Take everybody’s care in sacred heaven
Beautiful trees laden with fruits in garden
What on earth we will achieve or when?

We may not be proved as worthy disciples
Sometimes may err or compromise the principles
Temptation may run high at every moment
Time may not be left to think over or lament

Nothing seems so unique and common in nature
Hand may have palm but with different fingers
Colour or cast faith and belief simply different
Apprehension and mistrust look certainly apparent

It is sailing through rough weather
Storms struck with no means to wither
How to save self and still be so near
No to show displeasure or speak words to hear

Please fill our hearts with love and kindness
Inject ideas to lead life without blindness
Certainly we will prove our worth or credibility
Lovely life without any provocation or hostility

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Beautiful Reward

Well I sought gold and diamond rings
My own drug to ease the pain that living brings
Walked from the mountain to the valley floor
Searching for my beautiful reward
Searching for my beautiful reward
From a house on a hill a sacred light shines
I walk through these rooms but none of them are mine
Down empty hallways I went from door to door
Searching for my beautiful reward
Searching for my beautiful reward
Well your hair shone in the sun
I was so high I was the lucky one
Then I came crashing down like a drunk on a barroom floor
Searching for my beautiful reward
Searching for my beautiful reward
Tonight I can feel the cold wind at my back
Im flyin high over gray fields my feathers long and black
Down along the rivers silent edge I soar
Searching for my beautiful reward
Searching for my beautiful reward

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Silence Vavroovahana Patra

Silence provides peace;
Poet desires Divine Bliss.
In deep silence prays mother;
Surrenders in the lap of Nature.

Mother attracts, adorned with flowers;
In the lap of Nature provides pleasure.
Blesses poet affectionatinely;
Derives peace divinely.

Profound silence takes mind to Divinity;
At night through silence mind enchants with gaiety.
Poet beholds mother reverentially;
Mind remains in the world of peace delightfully.

Mother Vinapanee blesses poet with affection;
He enjoys the beauty of creation.
Her blessings tranquilises mind daily;
Singing her songs mind derives peace gaily.

The shrine in the dense forest allures the poet;
Mind enchants with delight.
The serene shrine is a Brook of Delight;
Poet drinks the nectar from the Brook of Gaiety.

Silence of the shrine provides profound peace;
Poet surrender on the rosy cosy feet for Divine Bliss.
Hymns breaks the silence of environment;
Poet chants hymns with merriment.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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If I am forced!

What would happen if I am forced to convert?
What can be result if I fail to perform at the concert?
Will it in any case affect what I really have at my heart?
Will entire stage show or life in any way effect?

I have probed this question many times with cool mind
I have approached many saints and tried to find
No one has given me satisfactory answer as to who is almighty?
Who are one and only one to have power and to be considered as deity?

I was totally dismayed at their inconclusive arguments
I did not find real truth when they tried to show all the movements
I remembered the story of elephant to be narrated by blind person
He may assertively speak authoritatively with the reason

There is no reason to go in favor or against their logic
Whatever they have spoken is really divine and not any magic
It is like mountain seen from different angle and leads us to believe
No other arguments can be accepted which may amount to deceive

The basic truth or divine power doesn’t loose its shine
So long it doesn’t result into any clashes, it is fine
It may be even better if religious sentiments are respected
The soul is perfectly searched, satisfied and introspected

I find no shape or perfect image to create any concrete impression
It does not appeal me sound when offered with different version
It generates peace and kindness when I raise my hands for prayers
It is power of almighty that sends magnetic feeling to the seers

Whether it is individual, temporal heads, priests
They are firm believer of Gods and called atheists
I do not blame their concept of propagating the views
But the narrow part of the teachings is enjoyed by only few

I get the same amount of feeling when visit any place
It has same amount of sanctity when look and face
I loose the heart only to experience the great sufferings undergone
Heart gets filled with heaviness in disbelief when their preaching is undone

I feel let down by my own feelings
I may not be sincere in believing or not believing
How does divine power get eroded?
Even if I profess or practice real things not quoted

Everybody wants blessings and asking for mercy
So many are not fortunate enough and that is real pity
What if I can get it by converting it into any of religion?
If that enables me to understand the message of pigeons

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where are promises

Let it not turn as hollow words
As if not spoken from mouth of lords
We may have to shed inferiority thoughts
War can be won without being fought

We can export weapons of mass destruction
It is done with our clear instructions
On the name of O, lord we prove to be champion
To keep them united under one strong union

No one may buy the arguments
It has earned already adverse comments
We are Hippocratic and liar community
We have no shame for precious humanity

All sorts of experiments are done here
Not even species and birds are spared
Unknown trials on living humans as trial
Where do we stand amidst our denial?

We are cheaters and scoundrels
Still we wish honor and laurels
Peace is thousands of miles away
All road are blocked on the way

Prisons are dark and shame on humanity
Still we talk of divinity and serenity
Not remorse in our heartless corner
We got to realize it later or sooner

I am from freedom fighter’s land
We have suffered it from beginning to end
Today we have given torch to entire world
With only aim to bring them in our fold

I feel real freedom is in prison
At least you know you are tied without any reason
You have pity for those out side living
With hollow words they are happy and believing

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With deep respect

I couldn't believe eyes
As she was no less then butterfly
Extremely beautiful and matter of joy
Any one would say "hello" and enjoy

Some of the human beings are just not ordinary
Some praise is must and I feel it necessary
No one can deny existence of almighty
So same is the case with the creative beauty

I was moved with her appearance
She was above all and came before me by chance
It was nice to see her in picture
An absolute and beautiful character with figure

"I see your reflection in beauty"
"From all the angles you are present o, almighty"
I can't take away my eyes
As I get up suddenly to visualize

You are with different form
I feel great and unusually very warm
Soul an heart synchronize with each and every bit
I smile internally, praise it and greet

"Can you not create picture in words"? She had replied
"Surely I can as it can be an order from lord" I relied
Made a point clear and tried to visualize each aspect
It was coming out as natural figure with deep respect

To err is human
But to love is divine
As you are helpless in game
No one can share the blame

Love is to felt from within
When you try to close in
It may be physical contact
But certainly a divine and graceful act

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On A Portrait Of Wordsworth

WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud
Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind,
Then break against the rock, and show behind
The lowland valleys floating up to crowd
The sense with beauty. He with forehead bowed
And humble-lidded eyes, as one inclined
Before the sovran thought of his own mind,
And very meek with inspirations proud,
Takes here his rightful place as poet-priest
By the high altar, singing prayer and prayer

To the higher Heavens. A noble vision free
Our Haydon's hand has flung out from the mist:
No portrait this, with Academic air !
This is the poet and his poetry.

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Unaware of the fact

I am totally unaware of the fact
As why it has deserted me to act
Why no words are pouring in as it used to be?
Why do I feel so helpless and not free?

Yes it is God gift to have grip on writing
No reason can be advanced for sighting
Everything is just before the eyes
One may not depict correctly even if he tries

Of course they may be deeply lying in corner
It has to come out later or sooner
But it has got no use if untimely composed
It will be simply rejected and totally disposed

Words can’t flow until it has free message
Water can not flow in river until has the passage
The well has enough of water in the belt below
It will remain there as it is and not allow

As the fingers move on the head in hair rings
It may generate melody and words may try to sing
It will send pulses to and fro and resonance may start
Align all activities in one action with live active part

As the earth has become barren
It may need fall of rain even
Dry words may find new energy in roots
The greenery may come up for good scenes to put up

Find it not hard to come out the songs
They may come at right time and not at wrong
Your heart and mind may keenly exchange
It will have good synchronization and able to manage

It will have full sweetness and melancholy
The depth of it may be felt and enjoyed wholly
Let artificial things cover as pure illusion
Poetry may flow with natural tune without any confusion

Poems are not just free flow of words
They are holy words spoken by lords
Not everybody can pick it with intensity
Only good poet may find its full use and utility

It may face temporary setback sometimes
It has too some lean and bad times
It may loose sometimes rhythms and tunes
The creator (poet) should not worry over it and fume

Give it a full justice to come out with some reason
Nature too functions well with every season
How the flowers boom in different colors?
The spring has quality to offer more flavors

Don’t be upset if some time the door is locked
Don’t lament if it doesn’t come up and try to click
It will find its way when cuckoo breaks morning silence
Your mind will be fresh and free from being tense

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nature And Poet

Nature is the diet of a poet,
from natural beauty
poet derives immense pleasure,
drinks the nectar from the flowing down
Himalayan hilly stream, fulfils the long cherished
desire, translates into reality
the sweet lovely dream;
The tiny brook dazzles with the morn’s Sun beam.
Oh Lord Siva! Ye reside on ‘Kailash Mountain’;
Beside Ye flows down the magnificent
alluring mysterious
transparent water of the fountain.
Devotees pray thee for a bliss;
from the ‘Abode of peace’
Ye fulfil their desire and wish;
they sleep in the lap of Nature,
receive Nature’s kiss.
Poet is a worshipper, preacher
in the temple of Nature;
With indomitable enthusiasm
pens verses with tranquillity,
serenity, sanctity, being pure.
Man comes and goes;
poet’s verses remain for ever;
As a brook flows down eternally
in the lap of Nature.
Poet’s poem dazzles in golden letters
on the pages of history;
Depicts the Eternal Truth of Earth,
the beauty of Nature,
and the mystery.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Silvery Beauty Vavroovahana Patra

Innocent silvery beauty passes on the way;
Poet beholds the beauty of Beauty with gay.
The creation of Nature is alluring;
Innocent Beauty is dazzling.

Beautiful face allures passes by;
Allures lovers with gay.
Beauty is the creation of Almighty;
Beholding, poet derives gaiety.

Beauty tranquilises poet's mind on the way;
Poet derives profound peace with gay.
Curly crisp wavy long cloudy hairs entice the poet;
Mind remains in the world of peace with delight.

Innocent beautiful face allures the poet in evening;
Poet's mind is delighting.
With a little conversation mind is peaceful;
Her sweet talk is delightful.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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IF I Ever Feel

If i ever refuse to shine,
Their pampering i remember and all gets fine

If i ever fall somewhere down the lane,
Their arms i remember and forget all pain

If i ever feel puzzled,
Their love i remember and come out unstruggled

If i ever feel low
Their strive i remember and gets a new glow

If i ever feel alone
Their support i remember and stand like a stone

If i ever feel of committing any crime
Their humbleness i remember and get pure like a holy divine

If i ever feel voted down
Their motivation i remember and come out like a warrior of town

If i ever feel get infatuated
Their cuddle i remember and scot free undefeated

If i ever feel like meeting a holy divine
Their faces i remember and glitter like a sunshine

poem by Kishor Pathak
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A Natural Genius!

Inspiration from Nature makes me free
And free flow of words become fine poem!
Peacock dances out of zeal seeing rain clouds;
Nightingale sings enjoying Nature in fulfilment!

Nature is friend, philosopher and guide for all!
This truth animal, men and natural beings know!
Eye, ear, nose, tongue and feeling if sensitive
Lessons of Nature open heart to do all in love!

Ape and men learn from others to do all ever
As where intellect is strong instinct is weak!
If instinct, intellect and intuition are high sure
One will be super being creative as God or poet!

Engrossed in Nature's influence all comes naturally
For the genius doing great feat as singer, poet and all!

poem by Ramesh T A
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It is not good sign

'Feel for the poor
Never show a door'
We have been nicely schooled
The life as such has to be pulled

Shame self for not being considerate
Little improvement for showing moderate
Even though for sake of show of, it is great to feel
A humanity pulse never felt at will

Even dogs have plenty to eat
So others also try and meet
Their needs are not tailor made
Still something they forget and forbid

It is human to feel pity
Being generous is good quality
To part with little is noble gesture
It makes you feel great for sure

It will not deplete your stock
The beggars may cut jokes
“You are worst than our cause”
You need it more because”

It will make no way for you
As it is near the truth and very true
You are miser than you ought to be
You may want to leave the scene and flee

It is thriving business to be seen as beggar
All words may seem to have been coated with sugar
You will be moved to part with
They are fully trained with teeth

Be charitable but do not fall for game
It is not the cause to feel shame
You can feel kindness at heart
Do the good beginning at the start

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Meeting

(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Surely I could tell
When I sleep tonight
A dream will call
And raise its head in majesty
Dividing all my energy
To the meeting of your love
Where from whence it came
Like a singer searching for a song
I try to reach where you belong
As I will be the song for you
I will be your servant child
No, oh no
I cannot be deceived
No, oh no
Theres something
That I feel
Theres something that I feel inside
Surely I could tell
If you ask me lord
To board the train
My life my love would be the same
As I could be the one for you
In the meeting of your love
In the meeting of your love

song performed by by Yes
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The Meeting

(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Surely I could tell
When I sleep tonight
A dream will call
And raise its head in majesty
Dividing all my energy
To the meeting of your love
Where from whence it came
Like a singer searching for a song
I try to reach where you belong
As I will be the song for you
I will be your servant child
No, oh no
I cannot be deceived
No, oh no
Theres something
That I feel
Theres something that I feel inside
Surely I could tell
If you ask me lord
To board the train
My life my love would be the same
As I could be the one for you
In the meeting of your love
In the meeting of your love

song performed by by Yes
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Ocean of Tranquillity Vavroovahana Patra

Vernal breeze tranquilises poet with delight;
Poet surrender on the feet of God Shiva, the Almighty.
Fragrance of the pure shrine attracts the devotees;
Poet is a devotee, enchants with delight.

Chanting God’s hymns depicts verses cheerfully;
He blessth all innocent devotees gaily.
Vernal Breeze penetrates waves love, affection;
Beauteous is miraculous creation.

Devotees chant hymns on the shrine day and night;
God is the Deity of Deities, the Almighty.
Devotees drink the nectar of Eternal peace;
In the auspicious vernal mom devotees derive Bliss.

God’s alter is endowed with blossoms and flowers;
Devotees pray God to content the desires.
God’s love is the Eternal Truty;
The Tranquil serene sanctified shrine is an ocean of mirth.

Cuckoo’s sweet melody mingles in the environment;
All devotees chanting God’s name dance with Merriment.
God loves all innocent creatures;
Beautiful is His lovely creation.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Bill's Son Joe

Bill wishes his son had been a well known Sportsman
My son's a poet you never hear him say
As if that is something to be ashamed of
'Tis a strange World that we live in today.

Young Joe has no interest in sports or football
He'd rather go to the park by the bay
And watch the seagulls by the park bench tables
Squabble for scraps of food the picknickers throw away.

Joe is nineteen he doesn't have sisters or brothers
A fine young poet with words he has a way
His Nature poems original and special
That's what the poetry critics of him say.

The other fathers talk of their sons sporting prowess
My son ran well, my son played a fine game
But Bill he never talks about his son Joe
As if writing poetry is a thing of shame.

As if writing poetry is for women only
The redneck father has a cultured son
He doesn't feel proud that his son is a good poet
And that a prestigious poetry prize he's won.

Bill son Joe is a poet of rare talent
With which the father he is not impressed at all
He'd much prefer that he were a good sportsman
Good at athletics, boxing or football

poem by Francis Duggan
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Meeting Again

Meeting again when time goes fast,
meeting again when time won't last.
A look at the wrist to check the time,
a glance in the mirror to see if I'm
alright from this.
Already I miss the time that will crawl.
Keep the memory alive. You must not fall
into a saddened, depressed state.
You will continue to wait and wait
for a meeting again when time goes fast,
a meeting again that will not last.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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