Enjoy life
You may deny
But we know the guy
Your loved him as only one and hero
In fact he may have long nose like sparrow
But you have liked
You can't say now you disliked
For the fear of bad opinion
He is best as your companion
You can still search
Find him easily and reach
To know something as how to see
Each other under the shade of tree
This is tender age
One prefers to write on page
Tries to come out of cage
With wings to fly and manage
So you say it is secret affair
But it is not fair
It has become known
There is no use to frown
You are seen moving in arms
That does no damage or harm
You are liked by him and appreciated
He is for you now and closely related
Enjoy the life
Dream about becoming wife
Life shall take you to beautiful end
You just be normal and try to be friend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Little Sparrow
Little sparrow
Dolly parton = little sparrow
(chorus)
Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Precious fragile little thing
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Flies so high and feels no pain.
All ye maidens heed my warning
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend.
They will vow to always love you
Swear no love but yours will do
Then theyll leave you for another
Break your little heart in two
Repeat chorus
If I were a little sparrow, over these mountains I would fly
I would find him, I would find him, look into his lying eyes
I would flutter all around him, on my little sparrow wings
I would ask him, I would ask him, why he left me loving him
Repeat chorus
I am not a little sparrow, I am just the broken dream
Of a cold false-hearted lover and his evil cunning scheme
Repeat chorus
All ye maidens fair and tender
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you, like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend.
Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Oh my sorrow never ends.
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Just A Request To My Ex
move on
don't mind me
i know how to manage a break-up
i am invulnerable and i have had lots of them all: miseries
tomorrow i move on with my life too
i'll be this sparrow with another sparrow perching on a tree
building a new nest again on one of the branches of the this lushing tree
may i make one request though and i will be honest with you
find another, someone more tender unlike my unkindness and indifference
don't you be another dove all alone on the electric wires of the field
the hunters may see you and feeling so guilty me shoot and kill you
honey please, move on with your life, take another chance
i want to take this thorn piercing in my heart, i want you out of my system.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A human body
We have human body and flash
We no futility of it but still clash
There is realization later on
When nothing is won
The life still goes on
No stoppage in between
It is seen with hands together
No one looks around and bother
The whole life is spent
Our back is already bent
We barely walk with some support
No way to find to find good port
The ship is bound to run aground
The sea worthiness is not found
It has long sea routes to follow
The circumstances may not allow
You may still go on with journey
You may be starved of money
There may be scarce means for livelihood
No help may be coming from neighbourhood
You look so helpless
Life has become rudderless
It may not have any guiding force
You have to spend the rest of life with remorse
You have already unmanageable old age
You feel helpless and confined to cage
You may be burning within out of rage
You may miss the letters to write on page
Still it is not mire or mirage
You got to make or create the mileage
To enjoy the old age is privilege
All later years you got to hold on and manage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Poet To Be
A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.
I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.
I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.
I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.
But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.
I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.
I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.
I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.
A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.
I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.
I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.
It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.
A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.
But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.
How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.
As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.
poem by Adam McKim
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It's To Tolerance The World Needs To Be Steered
We are all differently abled that's a fact of life,
What gives one relief gives another strife,
Among the Earths population the problem is rife,
So why do we view different as weird.
I may have no legs but I can still get around,
What I can manage to some will dumfound,
My abilities in life I will always expound,
I hate the fact I am besmeared.
I may have no arms but I can write with my toes,
Like you I can smell with my beautiful nose,
In life I'll fight through all the highs and the lows,
Without asking to be revered.
I may have no eyes but I can still compete,
You would never see me admit defeat,
As a person I look upon myself as complete,
I'm certainly not to be feared.
Some will say I am out of my mind,
Comments like that are cruel and unkind,
Look inside me and I know you will find,
It's to challenge that humans are geared.
I can do most anything much the same as you,
My aim is to give credit where credit is due,
I will try my best to see any task through,
So I certainly don't need to be jeered.
I can do things you could never achieve,
You can do others I would never believe,
To say I am worthless is just being naïve,
There are those whose minds need to be cleared.
Nobody is perfect that's what makes us unique,
In life we all have our troubles to seek,
Abusing another is a sign you are weak,
It's to each other we should all be endeared.
Being treated like dirt is not what I want,
My disabilities I will never flaunt,
If you're different from me I will not taunt,
‘' It's To Tolerance The World Needs To Be Steered ‘'
Nothing Is Certain
I can’t even if wish to cry
You needn’t go anywhere to find out why
It may be worthless and futile try
Some of the reasons may compel you to feel shy
It brings some sort of an attachment
It had been sort of loose alignment
We breathed and spent glorious moments
Fear all of sudden gripped to resent
Why all these bonds and relations?
When we were made sure on interruptions?
It was to end any time with all uncertainties
Whether with bad memories or with beautiful niceties
All religious books are full of descriptions
Vividly explained with quotes and inscriptions
“Life is precious and don’t waste”
May be sour, sweet and bitter in taste
This is in fact accepted reality
Always appreciated for its quality
what a life to enter and depart
even thought we have remained closely as part
I would term it as an opportunity
To serve in unusual way with capability
Amidst sufferings and miseries all around
Still with little hope to find ground
Not a word may find place in your honor
As the tree may be uprooted in tremor
Life may cause many such upheavals
Yet all set for staging to sustain and excel
I may feel no remorse
Even thought it is weakness of course
Who can tell what for he is on this beautiful earth?
Where nothing is certain except death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dear Soldier
Dear soldier,
My dreams for you. My dream for you is to one day be able to sleep and not worry about a thing, My dream for you is to dream some beautiful dreams Dear soldier My dream for you is to feel and see life as it was before. My dream for you is to look at a flower and see its beauty as once before. Dear soldier your wife; look at her and know she feels your pain your wife is the most beautiful flower u will see so… Dear soldier please dream a beautiful dream for I hope you because complet again, you may not see the hero I see you may deny the hero deep within thee but the solder that stands before me has Honor courage, lots of pain but one day I hope your pain withers away. The soldier that stands with Tones of pride is a father of five awesome beautiful kids this solder is idealized by all five kids. Each kid has love for this soldier but not just as a solder but as a daddy a daddy that they see so brave so tall they see daddy as there king. So soldier my dream not a command my wish is for you to feel like you again.
poem by Kasarah Fichter
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Book Of Days
Your life is as a book
Written on the pages are the weeks
For you would give anything to take just one look
Into the next chapter, the next page
Each page is a new thought, a new dream
Sometimes it takes so long to pass that page
And sometimes nothing is as it seams
For you know you can not go ahead or back
You know you are where you are
You know you can't change that
As you read page to page, so near to fear
You write the chapters as you go, with each turn
Each turn, each move changes what's to come
And you know each moment could be the last
With this in mind you go so mumb
So numb to the touch, to the thought
You turn page after page
until you reach the 'end'
And only then, you are freed from the title
The title that has kept your thoughts bound, and tight
You turn the pages one by one
You take the pain, take the joy
Until you are done
And your story becomes another on the shelf of eternity
(1/24/2008)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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All About Two Friends
Two true friends they were.
A kite and a sparrow living in a tree.
They chit-chatted all day long
And forgot the rest of the world.
None an nothing could separate them
There came a dark and short man once
Who smiled and smiled at the sparrow and
Said aloud, 'It can`t be, how is it that you are here now?
The sparrow turned pale and looked at his friend, the kite.
The little man was looking into a foliage now.
Two true friends they were.
The kite murmered into the ears of his friend,
'Fear not my friend, I shall take you to another tree high and tall
And save you from this dark and short brute..come with me'.
As they flew off unto a far away tree, the'brute'down still smiled.
Two true friends they were.
The kite made the pal sit on a tall branch and said,
'It`s safe here, let me go back and ask that brute who he is? '
The bigger winged beauty flew back to old tree and the'dark brute'
And he hovered around both for some time.
The dark and the short man heard the kite speak,
'Who are you to speak to my friend and why did you speak such words? '
The smiling 'brute'said, 'Oh bird, I am the god of death and as per my book
Thy friend, the sparrow should be on the top of a far off tree
And should have been eaten by a huge snake by now, and therefore alone
I spoke to your friend words'.
Shocked, the flew back to the tree high and tall,
His friend the sparrow was not there on any branch!
Down across the shrubs was moving a big python after feasting on the prey.
The kite flew off unto the skies infinite next.
He and his late friends were two true friends.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Double ride
Double ride
I was taken back when she frankly disclosed
Added something unknown as secret and posed
It was dilemma and she was restless
The worry lines could be seen on the face
She is nice soul on earth and can be appreciated
But her actions could not be supported or related
In one side she claimed to be principled lady
On other side she preferred to compromise and got ready
She is dying for her old love and miss
She may feel sorry and remain displeased
I was stunned to hear all what she had in mind
Yet her doors were open for old love to find
She found two days absence as long two years
He was not seen on line or left words to hear
She was restless to find him near
But was in fact afraid and shivered with fear
She was for all praise about her past friend
Her goal was lost love and ultimate end
I, for one, could not stop her from going ahead
It was her thinking and appeared to her end
It was double horse ride and involved great risk
Either it was to be kept secret or not to be asked
You were to loose everything in the long run
As it was neither a feasible nor a fair fun
I failed to persuade her and decided to leave
She was unmoved and refused to believe
Though I claimed to be her close associate
It was difficult for me to stay and cooperate
Good things only can be accepted in friend circle
Else it may create problems and invite troubles
It may be felt with regret later on but of no use
As it may prove futile cry in wilderness
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lovely children
Life can be useless, dull and boring
The land will remain unfertile even if enough rain will be pouring
Some of the factors are playing dominant role in later age
We feel lonely and confined to golden cage
It is said that if home is without child
The human being may turn wild
He or she can not remain descent and kind
So much influence is exerted and we can easily find
A person becomes irritated
Though it is presumed and related
It feels some of the void
It is God gift and can not be avoided
Childless life is really curse
Their little presence helps for wounds to nurse
It is the movement that gives us joy
Life becomes purposeful to enjoy
Not all couples may be lucky to have children
Their life remains full of concern
The young age can pass of peacefully
But old age later on affects fully
It is like beautiful garden not having flowers
It is also quite pleasing to watch the showers
The flowers are product of that beautiful act
The God has gifted us them and it is fact
They are future of life and country as whole
The life may be remorseful and develop the holes
There may be no one to look after welfare and care
Life may be seemed as burden and place to go no where
Not necessary to have child from own blood
There are many under nourished and staving of food
They are most deserved flowers to be attended to
The God may be kind and merciful if we are true
The garden is desert if no flowers appear
What a pleasant and beautiful show it bears?
We would prefer to see then when go very near
The flowers should not plucked as they are very dear
The flowers of different colors are like children’
White. Whitish and black colors are seen often
The smile worn by child remain same and heavenly
We got to enjoy it and accept evenly
It is holy means to get easy with the on going passage
Children do help in spreading the love and message
It is only medium where by person can be persuaded
To lead normal and decent life and even dissuaded
No one can be that cruel to heavenly gift
The child can bridge the gulf or remove the rift
It is great momentum to witness the total shift
The life is elevated to decent level by affection and lift
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Should Know
Why I should know you?
My love is reality and in fact true
I want you only and no one else
Talk in earnest with you face to face
I will not hesitate
For everything to relate
And clearly do so to narrate
With all that I have to state
I come to you and hang on
To please and sing on
With all that praises and talk
When we pleasantly roam around and walk
I pick all that you whisper
Even though you are not quite near
Enjoy the company without any fear
Listen to the intimate signals in the ears
You are day dreaming
Your eyes are beaming
Clearly looking at and inviting
For al that love and passion igniting
Life is hardest game
Where we pass no blame
Enjoy it to full extent and share
Where I think no one prefers to dare
Bond is in fact real union
Enjoyed truly by companion
No one cares about its originality
As love itself is super and best quality
You also know that I hate to loose
In fact it does not matter what you choose
I surely play real one and surprise you
As it is the only one to take you through
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In the spirit of Rumi - 23
I asked My Beloved
How may I know the secret
of being a perfect Sufi,
insan al-kamil,
a perfect Friend of God?
My Beloved said
You will never in your life be sure;
and that is just how it should be;
that way, you will be safe in Me;
instead, seek always where My secret might be found:
as you walk, look closely at all of nature;
every flower, every tree, every lake, every cloud,
every bird, every animal;
look closely at them, to see
if they hold My secret;
as you walk down the street,
look into the eyes of each human being
to see if they know My secret in their heart;
listen to every sound and every word
in case My secret hides within them;
or in the scent of roses, or in the taste of food;
go to sleep with this question on your lips,
wake with this question in your mind;
and though you will never find the answer,
one day the question shall cease to be a question
and become the song which you have always known.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Definition of life (in my eyes)
Life is the love you find
Life is the hate you have
LIfe is the only companion to go to
When your friends are hard to reach
Life is the happiness
Life is the sadness
Life is the emotions
We get when in a dilemma of confusion
Life is our gift
Life is our curse
Life is our death
Which can be avoided if you treat it right
Life is not to be taken for granted
Life is to be lived to the fullest
Life is to be loved and cared for
Why? 'cause it's the only one we're getting
poem by Ashleigh Michaud
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Definition Of Life (In My Eyes)
Life is the love you find
Life is the hate you have
LIfe is the only companion to go to
When your friends are hard to reach
Life is the happiness
Life is the sadness
Life is the emotions
We get when in a dilemma of confusion
Life is our gift
Life is our curse
Life is our death
Which can be avoided if you treat it right
Life is not to be taken for granted
Life is to be lived to the fullest
Life is to be loved and cared for
Why? 'cause it's the only one we're getting
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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The Phenomenology Of The Sparrow
you have seen a sparrow
on a twig
pulling with its beak
a ripe guava
you have seen how it flies away
after a very short fill
do you feel the freedom of its wings?
do you hear the wind beneath its feathers?
do you wish to capture it on a trap
using a latex sap?
do you wish to catch it with your hands
and feel its softness with your fingers?
when you put it in a cage
is it beautiful
to see it sad and
be not able to fly and to sing
on a beautiful morning?
or is it more beautiful flying with the wind
singing freely its own songs of freedom
rather than be silent
and sad in your very own hands?
have you ever felt
once in your life
that you are a sparrow
too tiny
too soft
too innocent
for another
creature's
cruelty and cunning?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A worth living
Lif e is full of adventure
There lay our future
We must have some means and ways
Ot definitelely shows and paves
We mave some problems with the present
So many things in life may be felt as absent
But this is temporary phase and would disapapear
It should grip our mind with fear
We must have some stake
It should make you you strong but should not break
It is also not like sweet cake
We should live alert and awakae
It can not be lived with ideals
The aim and goal must be real
You got to be practcal and wise
As it is full of promise
You may find many changes
You will have to adjust and manage
Friends may not remain friend
You have to find logical end
You have ability to lead
The aim must be clearly read
It may earn you bread and means
You msut go out for clear win
Every one tries for better prospectus
This process has to remain continous
The life may prove erronous
But you have to prove the onus
You must pick the positive hints
Try to find new and leave behind some prints
It may help you at some points
Somewhere you may break and somehwere able to joint
Life is worth living
It has lead us into believing
It has purpose and definte message
We must un derstand pick from the page
There is absolutely no harm
Try to maintain relation good and warm
It msut be always full of enthisiasm
It should never be taken over by passism
Love to live and enjoy the moments
It hardly needs explanation or comments
One has to make it simply beautiful
Only joy and enjoyment should be full
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You And The Tree
As I see you standing there
looking at that tree.
Many a thought come flocking by
deep-down inside of me.
I can't decide whats more beautiful
You or the tree?
I stand flummoxed, captivated
Immersed in deep mystery.
I find you protective as the tree
sheltering me in your arms.
I find you reassuring as the tree
Always believing in me, always firm.
You protect me from life's harsh realities
as the tree shades the rain and light.
You shield me from all misery,
you give me a reason to fight.
Whatever it is, I don't care.
I want both of you here.
The tree for its shade and you as my mate
And then i can spend ages here.
poem by Bistirna Barua
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Tiger in a Cage
I am a tiger in a cage
Pacing up and down
Trying hard to stem my rage
Growling with a scowl and frown
I am a tiger in a cage
Here by my honour bound
Doing my very best to gauge
Just when they will come ‘round
Although my weekly pay is nil
And my hours hard to manage
Because I am their friend I will
Remain the tiger in the cage
poem by Russel Tanner
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No Ones Hero
Looking back I have done much in this life
I was a child, a mother, and a wife
Yet…I am no ones hero
As a child I always tried to be helpful
A little mischievous but wasn’t much trouble
Yet…I am no ones hero
As a mother I read stories, played games, and sang songs
Baked cookies, healed wounds, and righted the wrongs
Yet…I am no ones hero
As a wife I did the laundry, cooked meals, and cleaned house
Took care of the kids, paid bills, tried to be a good spouse
Yet…I am no ones hero
I encouraged triumph, success, glory and fame
Dealt with pain, sorrow, guilt and shame
Yet…I am no ones hero
I have been looked to for security, for guidance in growth
I have loved unconditionally, for that is my oath
Yet…I am no ones hero
I have wrapped my arms around to shield from the outside
In times of turmoil, I have been right beside
Yet…I am no ones hero
I have concluded, after giving it much thought
For everyone, a hero is sought
Yet…I am no ones hero
poem by Sheryl Frasher
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