How To Respond!
Oh, Lord how to react to my elders?
How to pay gratitude to all my readers?
What a hidden well wishers they are?
I was pushed simply very far
How could I dispel their feelings?
Was I ever ready or willing?
How can well knit organization be left?
How can there be overnight shift?
I misjudged the reader's mood
Poetry is just tonic and food
It has divine infusion with great thrust
We all must pray almighty for its preservation and is must
I shall stay and must continue
Must give to larger audience whatever is their due
What is their in appreciation or condemnation
It is permanent bond and solidly laid foundation
Let each brick carry its own weight
Then only building can gain its height
The stone at the base can see with honor and pride
I must uphold this view and never hide
They are no seized with domestic problems
But disgruntled with happenings around them
Some of the poems may not appeal them earnestly
This is a normal cause and I must admit it frankly
If all the pots made by potters find the way
Not a place in market will be left to stay
Some poems may find applaud and appreciation
Others may go down with displeasure and condemnation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poems About.
There are poems that you will never see
Marked in a folder titled 'privacy'
Poems of hate and anger and personal pain
Poems about greed and hunger and personal gain
Poems about people I would love to see dead
Poems about women I met
Poems about relationships that have gone bad
Poems about issues with mom and dad
Poems about me, the person no one knows
Poems about places where only my soul goes
Poems I wish I could place in the clouds for all to read
Poems about lust, selfishness and greed
Poems I know will hurt those I hate
Poems I write by complete mistake
Poems I have hidden in my heart and my head
Poems about things that are better left unsaid
Poems I want to share and poems I want to retract
Poems of shame and how others might act
They stay in my psyche, they are a part of me
These poems I write, but you will never see.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Prize For Comments
I wish here a good prize for comments
It may then be called nice movement
Rare phenomena to encourage new poets
Who otherwise remain in oblivion and prefer to be quiet
We can force no one to read
Yet can provide clue to lead
A momentum to make thrust
For developing skill and trust
Generally I see prominent people find the place
Rest all are seemed to be left out of race
Only few people adore the quarter
Rest all are awaiting break for their starter
Poems do emerge in human mind
As it is divine place to rest and find
What can be beneficial to intelligent people?
As rest even may not understand after making great struggle
I wish and plead for something to prove concrete
Let for one post at least two new comers are greeted
With the deserving comment if that is due
If not by readers then editors must view
With this noble ideas the base may be expanded
The courtesy and honor must be extended
We may have lot many hidden jewels
Those may find light and certainly excel
Just a wish and nothing in person
Yet that must be taken positively with reasons
We may surely fuel the new energy on horizon
Where old and new may combined from all zones
It may not take place in days ahead
But my humble views may certainly be read
Any attempt at revival may afterward then be certainly dead
If we fail to gasp the mood and provide the lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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New oder
What can man do to live immortal?
Even thought any accident can prove fatal
Person can be no more on the spot
This led me seriously to think a lot
What are we today on present age?
Nothing but a small fly and unable to manage
What are we struggling and what for?
I had sought an answer but did not go far
Many people like for what I am today
Some adversely remark and few find nice way
Talk freely with their problems and ask advice
I render it freely that makes them to dream high with promises
An art itself is divine gift
You can do nothing with its shift
It may vanish any time with passing of time
Or remain with you for little longer time
Poetry as such is an obsession
That can't be turned into passion
It has to origin from one's own heart
The words and narration simply comes out as an art
Some of the verses may flow like river water
Carry readers along and leave them later
It is some sort of hidden bond that remains forever
Many old poets have occupied position as such there
Today's generation passes through crucial stage
Computers have reduced the scope of pen and page
Everything is instant and available before eyes
Poems may go extinct in years that may go by
Let us hope for some new order
Young poets appear permanently here and there
We shall not remain here for them to watch
Even through thorough our poems they shall try to catch
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thanks!
Thanks for all your appreciation
I value it alot
Normally no-one cares
And they all just call me a swat
Thanks for all your appreciation
It's boosted my confidence
Poems are my passion
And stop me putting up a fence
Thanks for all your appreciation
You helped me see sense
Thank you so much
Because most people are against
Thanks for your appreciation
You're the only ones who care
I now beleive in myself
I really do, I swear
Thanks for your appreciation
It really is appreciated
And once again
Thanks to you all
For being so updated
poem by Becky Ginn
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Want To Be Quiet
When a person wants to be quiet?
I don't know exactly as poet
It might have many reasons
But must be varying from person to person
Yes it comes to mind
When all of sudden you find
Your poems are neglected
Not read and not even reacted
That gives simple jolt
As if sudden blue from bolt
Either you are self driven
Or worth yet to be proven
Poetry as such is nobody's domain
It may narrate nature, separation and pain
More of self experience and some of the the facts
How can readers take it seriously and react?
I can judge their mood
But poetry is like food
If you go deep
It may certainly make you to weep
It has human touch
To remain friends all the times as such
Yet suffer some sort of mental agony
When not appreciated by so many
Not that poetry is disliked with its irrelevance?
Not that it has failed to take into account such grievance
The reader's mood is unpredictable like rain
If it comes then it may bring relief along with pain
Even though I have missed their nonparticipation
It speaks of very close affinity and relation
The view points penned in poem may not be suitable
Perhaps this is the only point for them not to struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A poems are treasure
Neither poems are lost treasure
nor they are means of pleasure
they are meant to be enjoyed by others
We need not go into it and bother
they are never lost from mind
They appear in many forms and we do find
there is place and existence
it has no past but real presence
Why do the thoughts emerge?
Why do they compel and urge?
Some happy moments to bear the shape?
Though with some bitter moments of shame?
It has equal bearing and importance
They invade sudden and at once
We got to give them place and honor
They may represent reality with horror
It may not be appreciated or liked by all
It may not be able to bring down the wall
But it will definitely pierce through the mind
Where it will generate the feelings very kind
It is simple projection coming out from clear conscience
It is reflective mood of the presence
It might have witnessed many pulses of high magnitude
It may speak nicely of the individual's attitude
Can any one take notes on piece of paper and write?
Can that draw any attention when you call some one or invite?
It may be commented as good or nice
But no one may commit or assure with promise
Many may be writing with great skill and deep feeling
It may not be finding favor or end with reeling
It is not the simple tact of conveying the message
It is not usual to come with the passing of the age
The poems are reflection of the natural mood
It acts like nourishment and serves as food
It is phenomenal development of the mind
It is generally accepted for its rich kind
It is nice medium to feel and convey
It responds to pure feelings and obey
It is not just putting of the simple views
This fact is realized by only few
The poems must find and be read in real context
It must have unique thinking with powerful text
It has writer's mind with powerful couplet
It should not meet cruel fate
The poems are read with zeal
It is not fictitious but real
It may serve as tonic or meal
It can assuage your feelings or heal
It is reflective mood of the poet
He can compose all but can't keep quiet
The poems may serve as eternal ground
We may like it more with intense bond
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who Defines Meaning In A Poem?
readers impose
meaning on poems
poets especially
more than writers
of other forms
of literature
or journalism
rely on their poems
having slightly
or even greatly
different meanings
to different readers
there is no absolute
interpretation of a poem
but rather levels
and a series
of meanings
if appropriate
the theme form
and content
may be best
expressed in tones
which not
all readers
will accept
or be
comfortable with
humour entertains
and poetry
may reflect
analyze or inform
with insight
individual tastes
differ and we
all have our favourite
poets styles themes
our unifying principle
is an endearing love
appreciation of poetry
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wish and Pray
Wish and Pray
For permanent stay
In life, in move and in any corner
Try to water it like Gardner
Pledge and make it known
It is wish of your own
Come what may, we shall stay together
Knit the life in beautiful way not to wither
What else we do in our real life tenure
Strengthen the bond and make the future
Not all may be lucky to have everything
But one must be contended for some thing
Sometimes you compromise in selection
You are compelled to restrict your action
You go for something like stability
There it may prove your real ability
What is there to share and carry on?
Real problems to be faced and blown
Wish it continue with all the blessings
Try for all the best and prove good human being
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As An Insult
I took it as an insult
It is was terrible and difficult
How can an earnest offer be declined?
Why does she not see reason and defined?
Well all those seasons were for me to analyze
She had pushed me in corner and generalized
I deserved her hand for life time stay
She gave me shock and preferred to be away
I gave thought from another angle
May there be some reasons with a love triangle
She has every right to be master of her destiny
I gave all the reasons fair try and left it to the almighty
Love was not that kind I understood
Neither was it tonic nor a food
But a strong bond to take one out of wood
If not then it was better to stay out for good
Love is not an isolated affair
That can’t be termed as fair
What you feel may not be good for her
Rather love her more but don’t force her to bother
You look at the sky and its vastness
Complete blue but no shine on face
No one may judge what is hidden in belt
This is the way how love is felt
It demands sacrifice and not words
Prepare for readiness and always look forward
No relation can be on rock unless strengthened
Some plants may come up if earth is dug or softened
Now I have every reason to be satisfied
At no stage she had compromised or lied
It was one sided feeling and deserved to be left
There was no let up in relation or complete shift
I consoled self and came to the terms
It was good to take decision and make turn
Who knows what can be good for future?
I left it to future course that may take place and assure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Wish I Had My Home
Home
Brandon
Home
What is a home?
Where is home?
When can I go home?
Home is a place where you can feel safe
Home is a place where you can break down in the free
Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole
Home is a place where you lay your heart in
I have laid my heart in three different places
(What) My first home is a place everywhere
All I need is a basket and a ball
All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return
A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love
I have never put more hours into one thing than it
It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority
Better than any girlfriend and any friend
Home
Brandon
Home
What is a home?
Where is home?
When can I go home?
Home is a place where you can feel safe
Home is a place where you can break down in the free
Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole
Home is a place where you lay your heart in
I have laid my heart in three different places
(What) My first home is a place everywhere
All I need is a basket and a ball
All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return
A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love
I have never put more hours into one thing than it
It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority
Better than any girlfriend and any friend
It only treated me great when I treated it great
I could never leave my hear with it because it put it’s heart in mine
I wish I had my home
(Where) My home is a place where dreams are rested and free and comfort
I feel safe, I feel that I can get some sleep and I feel that Im at home
When my body needs a rest it has hammocks for me
When I need a place to think and collaborate it always had a quite spot with a beautiful view for me
When I need a place to escape to, it welcomes me with open arms and I can stay as long as I like
I have made my imprint in the Cayman Islands and It has left its imprint in me and have left one part of my life in it and
I wish I could go back home.
(When) I miss her so much and I would do anything to see her again
I miss her humbleness, her laugh and her comfort when I need to break down
I miss her when I need her there or when there is a good moment
I miss my home because my home is in her
She is my home but it is a place where I cannot stay
Instead of me leaving my home, my home left me and I forgot something inside
I know she can take care of my home but I hope she takes care of my heart
If it has too I know it will bleed for her and it would become hers
All I want is to know when I can go and see my home where my heart lays
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400th Mark
Completion of 400th poem was not great feat or mark
Many new ideas flashed in mind and worked as spark
Raising voice at roof top doesn’t make it worth while
No one will share ideas or walk with you for a mile
Over year and half ago I was virtually nothing
Only vague ideas of verses to translate as something
There was hidden fear that readers may reject
Still presentation of new ideas was only object
Nature was appealing when I went round
Something new was in offing and always found
Bird’s sweet voice and cool breeze were appealing
Mind was set up on it with earnest effort for revealing
It was so difficult to go in for poetic words
Sought the strength and blessings from the lord
World at large seemed so big and enterprising
Nothing could stop me from little writing
“Go to hell” or “never dare to call again”
Funny comments with abusive words main
I detested the weapon with its sharp edge
My be I lacked enough skill or knowledge
Many offered me with their kind comments
Advised to stand fast and not to lament
How can I be ungrateful to their advices?
I had to offer gratitude and only promises
Some one commented I was killing poems
Had no teeth, wisdom and lacked rhythms
I sincerely thanked them to improve upon
To write simple poems and simply carry on
New people, thoughts with old or new readers
They were by no means less than leaders
I was novice and had to act as learners
To gain and part with is the reality for beginners
I have followed simple theme and plot
It may not be up to mark or falling short
I may try to uphold values and ideas defend
Will not stoop so below to alienate or offend
How poetry does impresses up on mind?
What type of lessons or new things we find?
Poetry, I thought is the holiest approach among all
I enjoy its fruit when sit back and recall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Fate of Top Poems!
Past poets were remarkable by their poems only;
But present poets are made remarkable by others!
Poetry of the past are no doubt top poems ever;
But poetry of the top are not listed in top poems!
Becoming top poets how can theirs have no place
Among the top poems of the poetry list? I wonder!
Touch stone of the top poems depends on merit
But not by the supports of friends for fun ever!
Poems of lasting value only can become classic;
But poems of no merit also have become classic!
Poetry of the past are romantic and also classic
But poetry of the present are neither but modern!
What is the yardstick to select poems as top ones -
Just support of some but not merit and meaning?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Offer In Response
She had nothing to offer in response
The argument and counter was so intense
None of us wanted to fall an inch backward
As some of the accusations were never heard
It is openly believed that love thrive only on trust
It is laid down criteria and there is no special insistence or thrust
If one wants to stay long in race and achieve
It is got to be adhered and believed
If any one of the willing partner has something to hide
They may compromise on certain issued and not confide
Thus weakening the very foundation or strong base
Then there will be trust erosion and wrong chase
A chase never dreamed of and far from reality
As love always unite the people with fine quality
Nothing comes on the way if two are longing for each other
Only one aim in life to remain together and forever
I sensed some thing had developed wrongly
So far we quiet peaceful and lead happily
I hurried back to defuse the situation
As it would have played havoc with its continuation
As I looked back to find out
She was seen serious and was to turn about
The worry lines clearly reflected on her face
I could feel so sorry but pained heavily to trace
I knew she would pounce on me severely
As it had hurt her pride and honor immensely
But it was not of my doing at all
It had developed all of sudden at wrong call
Females are gifted with kind heart
It is really good quality and fine art
Generally gents are considered stupid and unreasonable
But females pull the cart successfully without inviting troubles
I caught her attention by pleading innocently
It was earnest appeal made so gently
It made impact and cut the ice silently
Her voice got clear and spoke again fluently
She was all for great smile again
I could remove the agony and pain
This is now seen as no show down
But to admit frankly mistakes and own
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Please, O God of Humor
Please, O God of Humor, give me the gift of being funny
naturally funny
so I can produce poetry and verse that tickles
and makes readers laugh so much their coins roll out of their wallets;
and let the children roll on the floor when my poems are recited;
for indeed my humor is the worst online by any standard
(or lack of standard)
for when I publish poems meant to be funny
my readers never understand me
and what I thought funny, they think tragic
and what I thought was tickle-tickle material
they find pathetic and practically laughable;
I am lectured to or consoled by readers
when I attempt humor;
I am sent e-mails and spam of advice
and words of caution when I attempt to be witty;
and my 113th poem
on the funny side of social networking
brought sympathy and pity for my lack of friends
but no appreciation for what I thought was funny;
and my 213th poem on old ladies at banks
brought outrage at me for hanging out at banks to ogle at wealthy, old ladies;
my 3131th poem on religion, the Divine
and its Power-packed representatives on Planet Earth
provoked no laughter but the ire and wrath of the other God
(you know, not you the Laughing God,
but the Other One, the Only One, the Angry Jealous God)
really neither man nor beast
nor the Highest Being in heaven
truly
nobody laughs at my verse
and nobody finds my offbeat humor at all funny;
Oh please,
God of Humor,
please make my humor a little like that of
Mr Bean or Jim Carrie
so I can have a universal audience
that will laugh at anything I write
(and perhaps incidentally, I’ll make some money)
and then they’ll all say:
See what the God of Humor and Laughter has done
for that simpleton Raj who never knew what humor in poetry is…
Please God of Humor, won't you humor me?
poem by Raj Arumugam
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My Requiem
From the arising of the golden sun
To the gloomy shadow of the moon
The wind still whispers
While I'm standing here by myself
I'm waiting for a sign that could lead me
Away to the land of the divine
But when weariness starts to affect
The eclipse of the sun come to earth
I hide from the sun and try to live
And I know in my heart
(That) this is a life that God can not give
I still carry in my mind
The feeling that I'm blind
I still carry in my mind
The fear that something is behind
Tear, left bare
Rule the whole earth
The dark will rise
I await its birth - To die
I see gray in the sky
And pray for rain
But the sky slowly becomes blue once again
The spirit of God controls my mind
The divine - The unearthly Lord
He left me a sign - Made me a God
I lie in eternal coldness
I'm trying to find
The thing I couldn't find
Nowhere else in my past life
My spirit sours into heaven
I reincarnate into a cold-black raven
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Bond together
The life has been explained in simple manner
One has to realize it sooner or later
It is to be lived happily and remains as hard fact
It may depend on you how you make it graceful by your act
It is not going to be eat and marry
So much responsibilities and burden to carry
Feel happy and make others happy
Be exemplary to self and to so many
It may witness many ups and down
As you are up and fully grown
You may feel it with deciding factor
You are the sole and only one stage actor
There may not be any ready made script
You have to write, rewrite and in script
It may carry whole weight behind with full thrust
You must be sure of your self with full trust
The life may be saddened or delighted
Many new ways may be found and objects sighted
Still the destination may look far away
But you will be on move to find the reasonable way
Life may look dull when you are in good company
There has to be some one very dear and special to accompany
It required greater degree of understanding and care
You may certainly find it enterprising and fare
Life is like chariot with two wheels to move forward
It will never be aimed at to take it backward
In doing so it may sometimes push you to the corner
It will be shadowed with grim prospects sooner
The grief should not mar your success with failure
This is the time where you act together for sure
It should not be allowed to grip you with fear
The grief will bring you together to feel very near
You will be momentarily faced with such setbacks
There may be so much at disadvantage and at stake
The togetherness may prove to be a great factor
You will prove to be decisive entity in any sector
Sufferings and pain all that is dear
But we have to cement the bond and come near
What else we do or pray for the joy?
Except to stay together and enjoy
It is great achievement if you understand each other honestly
Some of the drawbacks are aggravated by couples mostly
Once you are in and working as team in life
There is no other way open for you to act as wife
*To cement the bond and stay together should form the base*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To The Whore Who Took My Poems
some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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The Village Green Preservation Society
We are the village green preservation society
God save donald duck, vaudeville and variety
We are the desperate dan appreciation society
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do
We are the draught beer preservation society
God save mrs. mopp and good old mother riley
We are the custard pie appreciation consortium
God save the george cross and all those who were awarded them
We are the sherlock holmes english speaking vernacular
Help save fu manchu, moriarty and dracula
We are the office block persecution affinity
God save little shops, china cups and virginity
We are the skyscraper condemnation affiliate
God save tudor houses, antique tables and billiards
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do
God save the village green.
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The History Poems Have Not Been Written
The history poems have not been written
The poems after Milosz
The Wallace Stevens poems will never be written
I can’t come close
I have tried the Blake poems
But of course I am not near them either
I would like to the ironic intellectual poems
I might be able to do them
I could do a kind of surrealistic association mind poem a prose poem
But I don’t like that very much
The poems of Jerusalem have not been good enough
Poems of propaganda are awkward and unacceptable
The small poems that tell of my life
They are for me the chance at real poetry
And I will continue as best I can with them
The American poems I have not yet found the idiom for
I can be epigrammatic in Emerson Thoreau fashion
But not with the hard New England observing eye
Borges poems I love
And the stories of mind and literature
Making the drama of a life of a storyteller
Interest me
But I doubt I could truly do them well
Imitation can only take one so far
And through it one may lose one’s way entirely
I can really do only what I am
Not the Dickinson poems nor the Hopkins poems nor the Wordsworth poems nor the Keats poems nor the Amichai poems nor the poems of many others whose poetry I love
The Biblical poems have been tried
The poems of cosmic and scientific reflection
I could try to improve them
There are too many different kinds of poems to write
And I cannot write almost all of them
This is another poem about poems and poetry
I have written many for a long time now
Perhaps I need to go elsewhere and write in a new way
A way I have not dreamed or even remotely understood possible before.
The poems of the unknown poetry await me
I will go on but I am not sure now I know in which wa
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poems Through I Ironically Be
THE POEMS THROUGH WHICH I IRONICALLY BE
The poems through which I ironically be
mock my pretentious Poetry.
They say they themselves are little Rhymes
unworthy of much Readers' Time.
Read this fast,
and do not stay
another poem
has gone away.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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