Beautiful and great
"Karina, you are lovely, beautiful and great"
But is it so real that I am so late
She was surprised to hear and stared
I was little in odd position when had dared
She is fine lady and belongs to good culture
Where she considers all friends and makes sure
Dignity stands all the way and holds the ground
Whether it is new people, new area or culture to be found
I saw eyes but failed to read what it tried
For a second I felt shy, but suddenly asked why?
She is the entire time best friend
May give in and stay up to the end
Some of the people are gifted
Their eyes speak and never get shifted
It is not natural talent or any kind of show off
But person gets warning and it is made last laugh
I am always at receiving end and accept the outcome
Make the friends laugh at my funny things and welcome
I wait for no adverse comment or displeasure
As it always turn out to be great pleasure
Friends are meant to be adored and appreciated
Not made to suffer due to environment already vitiated
It is how you ouch their deep sentiments
Use it to fullest advantage and turn into happy moments
She has impressed with her innocent show
May be she is intelligent and willing to go
Yet it is her desire to be taken into account
We must love to create relation with almost sure count
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Strengthen the friendship
Strengthen the relation
Countries can remain divided
All commodities can be freely provided
Yet man to man contact strengthens the relation
That is sign of friendly and very encouraging indication
Entire globe is divided into continents
People prefer more contacts and affiliation with sentiments
I, too, am no exception and stick to some kind of bond
I like more and more and develop the fondness
I am inclined more to poetry
And as such thank powerful almighty
For giving me an instinct to follow inner conscience
In each line you may find beauty and his presence
"Hello sir, " broke my silence and concentration
It was call from distant land as understood by indication
I had seen her several times on the friends list
She was all for praise of poems and considered as best
I fast slipped in to dream land
Where I could anticipate and think of good friends
Poets need good environment and natural surrounding
Her call was of my liking and made me joyous on finding
"Can you be my best inspirational subject? "
It was fine gesture to call on me and can be considered as fine act
"I am confused at your proposal" came back the reply
Now it was my turn to feel bad and shy
"Skip it" I hastily retraced the steps and waited for reaction
"No problem with arrangement" was the words for action
I found sky so close to me and inviting to touch the horizon
I wondered at the folly of man who created such different zones
Poets mind can travel at far end and come back with good message
Peace and harmonious atmosphere can prevail in all ages
Why at all we should go for boundary clashes and wars?
The peace should never elude us and look at distance or far
"I may take leave but certainly look at" was her response
My worry lines just disappeared as I was looking tense
She had shown marvelous quality and presence of mind
For me she was not less than then the precious treasure of any kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Go Ahead....Laugh
Go Ahead....Laugh
They say..laughter is the best medicine
I say, laughter is a natural expression of joy
The musical sound of a happy heart inside
The serenity and pleasures it gives.
I thank God for the many friends i met
Friends who give me joy and pleasure
Friends who are gifted with laughter and giggles
And share with me their chuckles
A cheerful heart, will drive your sadness away
A laughter a day, will stretch that ugly muscles a day
So go ahead and have that hearty laugh
Just don't let your neighbors hear and see you
And think you are crazy...nya ha ha..but they are, anyway..LOL
psst..have a good laugh..go ahead, and i'll laugh with you, too..he he he
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By name
I am called Hasmukh* by name
Exactly to be understood as smiling man and to claim
I feel no shy in explaining self to all
As many friends ask and make frequent calls
Why you are not named crying person?
Some friends jokingly asked for reasons
"No, parents decided it" I used to answer
They were my custodian and after all mentor
There is tradition to name a child with meaningful name
Some times they may be so funny and exactly opposite to claim
Child may be named as chand*(moon) but to be as dark as black
Some people may call him as dark night and cut a simple joke
Some parents may be really poor but keep name as Sukhi*(happy)
In fact they may have no meals to eat and living in misery
Yet it is strange to name every child with good bearing
It is done with all fun fare and without cause of worrying
There is nothing special in name but still stands good
Each person is known by name, position and surely understood
So this tradition, by and large, adds to person's glory
"See person has proved to his name" people may exclaim and attach story
What is left behind when you depart?
Name, statue, palaces or golden cart
Nothing will accompany you at the end
Some memory to be remembered by family and friends
• hasmukh … name…
• Chand ….. Moon
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fatima Bhanu Banu
Observe the coolness in noon
If you are so fond of afternoon
That is the greatness of sun
Where everybody makes great run
Not all the objects are noticed
But sun and moon are always promised
As I came across one great such aspect
I need to express it well in fine act
India stands well in universal eye
With her size and progressive try
Lot more to perform and lot more to excel
There is more to reveal and tell
Maria, Fatima, Yeshoda* and Vasundhra*
And many more names may appear as an extra
All are praised and appreciated in their holy context
Some find big praise and even poems in text
"Banu"* struck me as straight away female
Yes she was Fatima Banu* Bhanu*
A name rarely found with mixed culture
That is how we see country's future
Parsee came to India and got absorbed
Muslims too mixed and never were probed
Like wise many communities made great home
All bore single entity and have remained welcome
I wished "Salaam"* and answer came as "namaskar"*
I was elated and felt very near to the star
She had made great impact on my mind
Lot more was needed to find
She herself is poetess and has enough of access
Lot more shine as mark of contentment on the face
I loved her approach with sense of fulfillment
That is how we assess the life's ambition in moment
I have lot more to learn from friends
Whether poet, well wisher, lover, or in any capacity at the end
What do they speak in their general way?
Words full of praise, affection and wish for permanent stay
*Yeshoda... foster mother of Lord Krishna * Vasundhra… earth...* Banu... respected word for female in Muslim community…Bhanu...Sun *Salam... wishes… Namaskar... Good morning
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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friends
we are friends
friends we are
friends forever
forever friends
friend without a car
friends who laugh
friends who cry
friends who dont have to try
i am your friend
you are my friend
my friends you friend
your friends my friend
we are all friends
friends who share
friends who play
friends who tell you, you can stay
you trust friends
friends trust you
you show friends
friends show you
the friend who are true
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John Robinson
AIR -- "The Drunkard"
Come listen, friends, and hear a song,
It is a doleful one,
About a young man, dead and gone --
He died far away from home.
John Robinson this young man's name,
His age I cannot tell,
And he was loved by all his friends,
And he was known full well.
His father and mother being dead,
It left him an orphan boy,
When he was with his brother
His health failed him, poor boy.
Kind friends they thought 'twould do him good
To travel for his health;
To California he did go
With his Uncle Zera French.
He was not gone but a short time
When a letter his friends received;
It told how homesick Johnny was,
How he for home did grieve.
It said that he was getting worse,
And his money was nearly gone,
And if he did not soon return
Never more would he see home.
It said, "Dear Brother, will you please
Some money to me send,
For I fear I have not got enough
To bring me back again.
The doctor says I must soon return,
If I wish my home to see,
For if I stay my life is short,
For the air disagrees with me."
His brother Will the letter read,
It made his eyes grow dim.
"Dear brother, he shall soon return,
For I will go and fetch him."
This brother dear was very kind;
With money, he went with haste
For to bring him home again,
But Oh! he went too late.
For he was sick, and very bad --
Poor boy, he thought, no doubt,
If he came home in a smoking car
His money would hold out.
He started to come back alone --
He came one-third the way --
One evening in the car alone
His spirit fled away.
No friend was near to speak to him,
Or hear his dying moan;
How sad, how sad it must have been
To die there all alone;
No loving friends to soothe his brow,
Or ease his weary form;
Poor soul, poor soul is now at rest,
For his soul to heaven has gone.
Telegraph dispatch was sent his friends --
How sad were they to hear --
How their loved one died all alone,
In a car with no one near.
The brother brought his body home
To his friends that loved him best.
He's sleeping in their grave yard now
Let peace be e'er his rest.
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The Gift Of Laughter
The gift of laughter is a rare gift it is such a wonderful thing
And laughter can create more laughter to it there is such a beautiful ring
The people who laugh seem to make friends quite easily and in numbers their friends seem to grow
But the people who take life too seriously are the people few wish to know.
The woman next door is a laugher she has with her a winning way
She is one who makes friends quite easily she always smiles and says good day
A person like her is worth knowing she spreads around her gift of cheer
For to stimulate laughter in her heart she doesn't need spirits or beer.
Compared to her the bloke three doors down is so different a smile never does cross his face
He is always so serious looking perhaps laughter he cannot embrace
A good laugh would be so good for him since none look more serious than he
If everyone took life so serious how boring a thing life would be.
The gift of laughter is a great gift and with it there's none to compare
And the people with it are invaluable since they spread it around everywhere
Life seems far too short to be grumpy since we will be forever dead
And feel grateful for people who can laugh their happiness they seem to spread.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nice to see you
"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine
I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended
I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things
She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future
How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled
You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed
It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence
You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try
As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality
I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold
People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Angel
I found a friend
Who always knows something's wrong before I do
I found a friend
Who has listened to everything I say
I found a friend
Who is beautiful and doesn't know it
I found a friend
Who is kind, and caring, and funny
I found a friend
Who loves me for being me
I found a friend
Who tries to understand me
I found a friend
Who loves to give me compliments
I found a friend
Who keeps the guys from annoying me
I found a friend
Who loves being around me even though people talk
I found a friend
Who is kind, and mature, and amazing
These two friends
I'm lucky to have
These two friends
I will always have
These two friends
Help me in different ways
These two friends were sent to me from above...
poem by Tiana Webb
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How Deep Is Your Love?
Superficial, or sacrificial?
Secular, or the supernatural?
How deep is your love?
Would you give up quality of life?
Or give up life itself?
To what do we let go?
To what do we hold on?
People or objects?
How far do we go,
Before we move on?
To our breaking point,
Or until we have proven it.
Hold on to resentment,
Let go of another.
Prove our point, or to prove love.
Beauty is only skin deep.
But beautiful is at the core.
The spirit lives forever.
It endures all.
Our essence, our core, is love itself.
Given by God, as He lives inside of us.
He is buried deep,
Surrounded by lies.
Lies we have bought in a cold cruel world.
A world of shallow love.
Love of self, at the cost of another.
She walked away,
He waited.
She asked, "Why when you had me you did not want me, "
"But now I am gone, and you will fight? "
"You have changed, but it is too late."
"For I have found another."
The man replied, "The answer is simple."
"Why is it, you have me now and do not want me? "
"I have proven the truth of my love."
"I have endured a thousand deaths."
"I have risen each time."
"To become love itself."
"Not for me, but for you."
"Affection is shown, but love is assumed."
"To the superficial, love is all show."
"To the sacrificial, love is the show."
"I can tell you I love you,
"But the words have no substance."
"They disappear in thin air."
"Love is patient."
"Love as a feeling, will come and go."
"Feelings are impatient."
"It is truth that never changes."
"And love, that is true, will endure all."
"As it has since the beginning of time."
"Not as defined by society."
"But as defined by the creator and sustainer."
"It is only once the feelings have broken the heart, the holder of the feelings."
"That the beholder is freed."
"To show the love that will never be broken."
"Love that is true."
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Theme for World Lit
The instructor said,
Go home and write
A page tonight.
And let that page come out of you—
Then, it will be true.
Write about culture
She said
About heritage
About home
About you.
But who am I?
Is this where I'm supposed to figure it out?
What is my culture?
I am Africa
And oceans I've flown across
I am beaches I've walked on
Mountains I've climbed
And cultures I've spoken to
Then theirs became mine
I learned how to say "en cha Allah"
And "jambo"
And to see the simple things for their pleasures
I wear clothes made in China because virtually everything is
Is that American?
I laugh with my friends like all teenagers do
No matter where in the world they come from
I speak Colorado
We don't have an accent
I read
Because it's intoxicating
I eat French fries, Chinese food, Mexican and Italian
I guess because it's American
I'm lucky enough to live near the mountains
I'm lucky enough
I'm from America or Ireland or France
Or that's what Dad says
I've never been there
My culture is a smoothie
Everything I am turned on high and served in a chilled glass on a beach somewhere
With a little paper umbrella and a straw
This page is mine.
I let it come out of me
Is it true?
poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu
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A nice jokes
How to make joke out of sadness?
Cruel joke can be termed as madness
To laugh it out is simply a sign of healthy mind
Such quality is to be rarely seen and find
To cute joke at somebody’s weakness is called foolishness
Nice jokes may try to remove somebody’s loneliness
It is nice to cut joke and make others happy
He will come out of shock and get ready
What is something new in fine jokes?
What response it gets or reaction invokes?
The known friends may take it very lightly
It may take off their worries slightly
See to it that it generates no ill feeling
It must help to build confidence if willing
It just a try in right direction
It will definitely prove as good action
Some people are good at hiding the pain
They will not show it as their gain
It is indication of humble person
They may not disclose it with simple reason
Your jokes should be of innocent nature
It must help to develop the future
It may remove the misgivings of long years
It may be heard nicely by friends in their ears
It is fine always to remain in jovial mood
It serves as medicine or good nutritious food
It helps to build healthy state of mind
It may make you to feel very kind
Treat it as fine quality and heavenly sent
Prove it with normal desire for improvement
It may draw flake with adverse comment
Still it will remain as memorable moment
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It's Funny
It's funny how happy is accompanied with sad,
It's funny how your best of friends can sometimes turn out bad.
It's funny how sometimes we only ever feel at home,
It's funny how that time is sometimes when were alone.
It's funny how the best people in your life don't always turn out great,
It's funny how your friends don't always pull their weight.
But the one thing that is the best,
The one thing that beats the rest,
And the only thing that it could be,
Is that none of this is funny to me.
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Ch 01 Manner of Kings Story 21
It is narrated that an oppressor of the people, a soldier, hit the head of a pious man with a stone and that the dervish, having no means of taking vengeance, preserved the stone till the time arrived when the king became angry with that soldier, and imprisoned him in a well. Then the dervish made his appearance and dropped the stone upon his head. He asked: "Who art thou, and why hast thou hit my head with this stone?" The man replied: "I am the same person whom thou hast struck on the head with this stone on such and such a day." The soldier continued: "Where hast thou been all this time?" The dervish replied: "I was afraid of thy dignity but now when I beheld thee in the well I made use of the opportunity."’
When thou seest an unworthy man in good luck
Intelligent men have chosen submission.
If thou hast not a tearing sharp nail
It will be better not to contend with the wicked.
Who grasps with his fist one who has an arm of steel
Injures only his own powerless wrist.
Wait till inconstant fortune ties his hand.
Then, to please thy friends, pick out his brains.
The Jokers In Our Lives
They are the slap happy
Go lucky people
That often has us in fits
We laugh at their humor
On life till we cry with tears of joy
They bring laughter
To our family and friends
They are the expert clowns
That makes our life so gay
It's never boring
When their around
They make life worth while
To make a child smile
To make a grown women
Laugh with tears in her eyes
Is indeed a god given talent?
So with an appreciated smile
And a loud applause
Let's give it up
To the Jokers in our lives
poem by Kaila George
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Really crazy
Some of the friends are really crazy
It will be damn difficult and not easy
To convince fully with real intent
I always feel bad about it and repent
Why can’t they understand the feeling behind?
Why do they not apply instinct and mind?
What does “no” mean to be taken for every time?
Is it proper to term it as affront and crime?
Nia is my best friend and wishes me every time
I wish to see her but does not say yes anytime
“No” she will reply and log out in anger
I will repeat every time the same and face the danger
She will not insult but not respond well either
She might have felt bad in past doesn’t want the storm together
I too understand but prefer to remind her and tease
She will smile but not make me feel at ease
I will repeatedly say “Friends are friends”
They will remain same at the end
They should know and recognize the face
She will not relent and budge in any case
I would tease her by saying “yes plus yes means yes”
I would further add by saying “No plus no means also yes”
She would assert and reply “once said means final no”
She is kind and I would never thinking of leaving her and go
She would contradict her own stand by saying different
“Opposite poles attract each other and like poles repellent”
I would laugh and offer no comment for simple reason
She is nice and very kind hearted person
The God has given a kind heart to the lady
She will oblige and always show she is ready
Only if the real intent and honesty is to be shown
No one can then stop you to occupy the position and own
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Know a Girl
I have a friend that I have never met.
A friend of two people.
Of two lives.
One people see and one people don’t.
One writes of pain and heartache while the other,
Lives within.
She wants to be that person trapped inside,
although she doesn’t know her customs.
Her poetry consist of tears and heartbreak.
Yet, the only thing I see is,
The smile she brings to my face,
a great person to talk to,
cause she'll make you laugh,
even if you wanna cry.
I wonder how such a beautiful person,
Could be gray to so many people.
I wish I could tell her everything,
Is going to be O.K. in time of doubt.
But she is the one that has to dig into herself,
To figure out how to become that person,
She wants to be, she needs to be, and I know she is.
Her writing may be made of pain and weakness.
But all I see is,
A smile that makes everyone like her,
That has great strength to get her through hardships.
She is some one I tell my secrets too.
Someone that sees me for who I am,
The me without the mask,
The me with not such a smooth shall,
And is unsure about her next move.
I only show her this cause for almost a year,
She has always been there for me.
THAX ESPN CHICK you’re the best! ! ! !
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A Lesson Learned
I just have think of the happy times we had.
I should be happy that I met you, but instead deep inside I feel sad.
Just because I never said the things to you that mattered most,
and now it's too late, I hope you can forgive me…
I have to bury this relationship, but it still haunts me like a ghost.
For what we had or could of is buried in the ground,
Maybe we never knew each other, just two people playing around.
Too scared to get to close, but too scared to let go,
Feeling quite confused and afraid to let it show.
It ended in such madness with only leaving a question mark,
"Of what if and what now? "
I know it left us not as friends,
but only foes,
maybe in time we will really know.
So whatever I did to you that made you so mad,
it was a learning lesson for me and that I should be glad.
Written by Suzae Chevalier in 1998 & 2010
www.suzae.com
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Ordinary human being
I am very shy
But a descent boy
Hardly of sixteen
Just out of teen
Know nothing about world
Turning hot and sometimes cold
Loose temper very easily
But fall in line readily
People say" world is wide open "
Open wings and fly even
Reach the sky and hit back the ground
Joy and love is surely to be found
I wish to be great man
Rule the entire world but as human'
Where there should be no misery
Life sans problems and worries
I am not snake charmer
But can be called as reformer
I mix with people and hear their woes
I know at heart where actually life goes
You need no big budget
Only open your heart and let
Show the world that you love and care
Heaven is here and you needn't go any where
Wish I could reach out and read their aspirations
The manner in which they want healthy relation
I have no magic wand to turn the equations
But certainly a logic to make worth mention
"Hello world" I am making scene
The impact you might have never seen
I shall rule the heart of millions'
As I wish not to rush to the pavilion
I am handsome and loving young man
Anybody may propose and be my woman
Yes, I am not at all in hurry
But some one has to enter and carry …
Who would want to be woman of my dream?
Who would join me in my lonely team?
I shall insist no one to join in struggle
As it won't be smooth or free from troubles
I can't look at the sky and count stars
They are from unreal world and very far
I want people should be seen as my stars
Never get disillusioned with uncertainties and wars
No doubt I am peasant boy
Have not come out from days of toys
People say "I have milky teeth"
I should be at home to be with
Yes I value home traditions
Parents and all occupy special positions
Yet brethrens from all walks of life come above
As they have shown and definitely proved
Our forefathers have shed the blood and suffered
I wish to run on their foot steps and offer
Whatever I can in my ordinary capacity
And come out with flying colors and show the dignity
What did our forefathers do?
Did not leave us behind to pass through
Great ordeals and lot many sufferings
We can prove right as ordinary human being
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Childhood friend
I saw childhood friend named as Ibhrahim
Very pious, devoted and near replica of Him
True Momin(follower of truth) and servant of poor
He will welcome, provide the service but never show door
"Hello, Hello I shouted and ran after
He saw me and instantly greeted each other
He was medical practitioner and had dispensary
An ordinary man in outfit and a true missionary
I saw some kind of invisible pain on his face
He was pale, concerned individual and almost chased
He was never like this before so I hunted him
I simply stared in his eyes and beamed
He opened up slowly by saying
I am dejected and heavily paying
My dispensary was about to be burnt
I was shocked to hear from his mouth when learnt
"Two more brothers suffered same fate" he just broke down
"Their houses were burnt of late" he made me known
One brother has sold out property and moving out
Another was saved miraculously and what more to talk about
I could feel the pain behind his voice
He had every reason to feel bad without any choice
"Do you know I could make out a man in crowd"?
"I had saved his wife when she was almost dead"
I silently heard him without watching his face
"If you have holy reason to burn my clinic"
"Please do so along with me as an undesired person"
The crowd heard him silently and withdrew without any reason
He looked at the roof and thanked almighty
For sparing life and showing mercy
I saw now a man now in great pain
It has almost killed him and drained
I am living my beautiful motherland
To go abroad and settle in alien land
I loved the people so much here
I don't know what will be waiting there
Now was the turn for me to think
His plight was genuine and made me to sink
He had only one solace that crowd had spared
Otherwise he was almost over and dead
*Ibhrahim… name ….Momin...follower of truth
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