I write...
How badly a poet feels when his articles go unread?
Get no cooperation from fellow poets for further lead
How narrow interest has shadowed the real talent?
Old poets did so much but today we can only resent
There may be many reasons and probably the time factor
Who has the time to come out in and see the moon in sector?
The moon, stars, and sky have permanence in feature
So nothing to look at them as they don't make our future
What do we find when look at some of the creations?
Lot of confusion with innumerable questions
I find hard going with concept and logic behind
Even so much eagerness on their part but approach very unkind
I blame none but changing scenes
No one can exactly predict and prefer to be seen
Even though they may be interested and very keen
The confinement nature hunts mind or appears to have been
Poet may go on writing but may not find favor
Not that those articles are bad or find no natural flavor
Still some of the poets may go out of the way and appreciate
This gesture somewhat appears to be managing and relate
I would love if little time is spared for emerging poets
They come with full force but find no favor and then remain quiet
It is like river flow in monsoon when in spate
Nothing is sure about and left everything to fate
If stage is decorated for the performance of the artists
And find is no audience to clap each one among the lists
Then no one may dare and ever attempt for another show
The movement comes to standstill and restricts the flow
The creations may certainly find favor if not day then tomorrow
Yet mind should not disturbed and released free or allowed
There is substance in it and it may pull magnetic way
Sun may shine again and find the promising rays
I write with no reservation or wait for applaud
The work itself may speak in volume and very loud
Ears may refuse to believe when one day you may find surprises
The world may clap over your achievements and suddenly rise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where The River Flows
Music : rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
Under suburban skies
Where life is bleeding
Where concrete skies are grey
Theres plenty of room for dreaming
I still keep coming here
Follow those traces
I travel back in time
Remember all those places
Feels like I never left
The houses still standing
Down by the river where
The dreams are never ending
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Under the silent moon
This industrial city
Is heartland even though
Lifes been not that pretty
I still keep coming here
To that old river
To find my roots just where
The future lives forever
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me, you can find me
By the river where dreams will never die
By the river under suburban skies
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
By the river where dreams have never died
By the river I look through childrens eyes
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
song performed by by Scorpions
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An Exhortation
Chameleons feed on light and air:
Poets' food is love and fame:
If in this wide world of care
Poets could but find the same
With as little toil as they,
Would they ever change their hue
As the light chameleons do,
Suiting it to every ray
Twenty times a day?
Poets are on this cold earth,
As chameleons might be,
Hidden from their early birth
In a cave beneath the sea;
Where light is, chameleons change:
Where love is not, poets do:
Fame is love disguised: if few
Find either, never think it strange
That poets range.
Yet dare not stain with wealth or power
A poet's free and heavenly mind:
If bright chameleons should devour
Any food but beams and wind,
They would grow as earthly soon
As their brother lizards are.
Children of a sunnier star,
Spirits from beyond the moon,
O, refuse the boon!
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Anything in between
I can’t become anything even if I want to
I can’t attempt simply and pass though
It has certain norm and has to be met
Goal and priority should be decided and has to be set
Nothing materializes all of sudden
If you are sure of it then only it is done
You may get the success or fail
All your efforts may help you to sail
I know how to excel as good poet
I have revolutionary ideas but have to keep quiet
I may have strong will power to change the world order
It may some time result into disorder
How do the ideas enter into empty memory?
How do they develop into in to fine poetry?
Words after words may occupy different position
It may result then into fine composition
Can this lead into conflicting views?
Does the poet get its proper dues?
Can this land him into disarray/
Can this also take readers in to his way?
It is difficult to judge and visualize
Nobody can prejudge and lateralize
It may touch the inner core of the heart
It may land into garbage before entering mart
I have no time to think about all this things
It has to be an honest attempt at something
It may not find place today then possibly tomorrow
Some time has to be given to express the sorrow
It may have premature demise
No one can guarantee or promise
At every step it must be revised
Some new ideas to be set in and formula devised
The poets are small vanes of the society
It must pick correct mood and offer in variety
There s no use to present the which is obsolete
It has to be unique an din it self complete
The poets are not emerging in a day or two
They are subjected to litmus test and have to pass through
Not possible that it may find all the time good favor
The quality and product both must have flavor and fervor
If your ideas resonate with rhythm and synchronize
If it can meet the challenge and people too sympathize
It is certainly possible to have all glory and fame
Otherwise one common thing to share is blame
Nothing goes out of tune in the mind
You must have suitable words ready to find
I must altogether touch the reader’s ideology
There has to be common approach without any bogey
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bed
My little darling it's a crying shame
The way that you lead me on
And I've got nobody but myself to blame
Cause I've always just played along
Well show me a body that gets no love
And I'll show you a body that's way messed up
Well it seems like you're aware of the effect you have on my head
If you feel like I'm asking you for too much
We can keep in touch
And I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
My little darling I'm a tangled mess
When you tease me the way you do
and what it would be like I can only guess
If you'd please me like I wanna please you
Well show me a friendship that's pure and chaste
And I'll show you and engine that's dying to race
Well the time has come for me to find
Another way to get my soul fed
I know we could be the sweetest friends
But if that's where it ends
Then I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Well the time has come for me
To take care of myself instead
You know if we remain
On a spiritual plane I will go insane
Don't make me find someone else to bed
Bed
Find someone
Find someone else to bed
song performed by by Semisonic from All About Chemistry
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Good Poets and Bad Poets
Some poets get awards and think they are good poets.
Some poets never get awards and think they are bad poets.
Some poets think they are good poets only in their own mind
Some poets think they are bad poets in somebody's else mind.
Some poets think they are good poets in somebody else mind.
Some poets think others think they are good poets but they don't in their hearts.
Some poets think they are good poets in their hearts but not in anyone else's mind.
All are insecure, except those who get security from the opinions of others and that, alas, doesn't last and isn't real.
Some poets have left the entire scene and live only in their mind.
Some poets take criticism and don't mind.
Some poets avoid criticism and do mind.
Some poets write poetry to get love.
Some poets love to write poetry.
Some poets are ahead of their time, in their mind
Some poets spend a lifetime feeling like failures in their mind
Some poets live only after they die.
Some poets have much to say but can't articulate
Some poets retreat, believing others don't understand
So which one of these am I?
I guess I am all of these and none of these
and no matter what my description
I intend to keep doing what I do:
Write. Right
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Refuge
(david henman)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Im but a lad, oh for Im twenty, tuned in to dreaming
Gazing at your sign, for mad men only, my poets screaming
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
Take me to the wild black seas of madness, the savage dancer
Clothe me in insanity and leave me, to find the answer
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
song performed by by April Wine
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Mr Disco
How can I ever forget you
You dont know just what Ive been through
The holiday we spent together
Lives with me now and forever
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I used to feel what language cannot say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
Maybe youd write me a letter
And tell me why I never met you
Our rendezvous just ended in sorrow
Without you theres no tomorrow
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I didnt care what other people would say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I used to feel what language cannot say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
Ibiza, majorca, and benidorm too
Ive searched all these places but never found you
song performed by by New Order
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For new poet
Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures
Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things
We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others
What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where
Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates
Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation
You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale
Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan
In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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New poet
Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures
Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things
We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others
What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where
Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates
Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation
You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale
Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan
In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If I Knew What Poets Know
If I knew what poets know,
Would I write a rhyme
Of the buds that never blow
In the summer-time?
Would I sing of golden seeds
Springing up in ironweeds?
And of rain-drops turned to snow,
If I knew what poets know?
Did I know what poets do,
Would I sing a song
Sadder than the pigeon's coo
When the days are long?
Where I found a heart in pain,
I would make it glad again;
And the false should be the true,
Did I know what poets do.
If I knew what poets know,
I would find a theme
Sweeter than the placid flow
Of the fairest dream:
I would sing of love that lives
On the errors it forgives;
And the world would better grow
If I knew what poets know.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Tutorial for David de Santis
I read some poetry today
by long dead poets from the past,
which I enjoyed I have to say.
Their golden words were meant to last
.
Though they long since returned to dust.
The legacy they left behind
for poetry students is a must.
It is as if they were designed.
To act as templates we can use
as we learn to write poetry
It would be foolish to refuse
to benefit from history.
So find a poet you admire
from the past or present day
You might just find his works inspire
you to write a different way.
Experiment with every kind,
free form, free verse, formality
then in due course you’re sure to find
which one of these is your forte
The time you spend to learn the rules
is one investment you must make
Like any trade you need the tools,
Before you can attempt to make
your claim to be a master bard.
The road to fame is long and hard
with very little cash reward.
you have to try, no one is barred.
30-May-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Miser by nature
Human being is miser by nature
But very much intelligent for sure
It is good quality to spend with calculation
That enhances prestige and relation
Think of reputation when you take something on loan
Hold back and silently swallow with no intention to return
Under such circumstances this quality stands good
People have known it and surely understood
It is very hard to take out single pence from pocket
That too from other person without his being let
If you can do it then it can be considered as extra intelligence
You can amass wealth in no time with golden chance
Many poets write their creative work for some appreciation
Some of them shine extra ordinarily and some still remain with confusion
Everybody wants quick response from readers
But none wants to put their effort for ordinary writers
Writers suffer and in turn suffer literature
Only set poets come forward with their future
Some form syndicate and get quick response
Others watch helplessly and remain tense
It helps in long run even if talent not recognized
As short cuts don't help and remain non- obliged
Fine poems find their place in the assured slot
It is moon coming out of dark clouds after bravely fought
Let no path be blocked for simple reason
It takes years of great struggle for person
To gain a name and find some respectability
It speaks of fine creation with super quality
I speak for no one and claim no immunity
It is grace from god and surely a gift of divinity
No one can write simple words for mass appeal
Nice poets may find place and other's fate may be sealed
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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Cant Find Love
Cant find love
Cant find love
Cant find love
Cant find love
When there is nothing to believe in
Biting on the lonely bullet
cause you
Cant find love
Counting all the heartless stars
At night
One by one
Try to keep your heart from breakin
cause you
Cant find love
Tasting all the tears you cry
At night
One by one
When there is nothing to believe in
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Running through the sleepless
Nights cause you
Cant find love
Cry away the lonesome day
cause you
Cant find love
Crowded into solitary with the
Lonesome ones
Love could set your heart on fire if it
Would return
With something you can believe in
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Find love, find love
Well, come on
Find love, find love
Well, come on -- well, come on
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Walk fine talk fine do it if it feels
Fine but dont say no
Walk fine talk fine do it if it feels
Fine but dont say no
Fat ass no class so bad shell never
Pass but dont say no
Slow kind fast kind do it till it
Wrecks your mind but dont say no
Take some make some do it till you
Make her come but dont say no
Inside outside no one gets a free ride
But dont say no
My time your time
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Gotta Find Me A Better Day
I been gettin lonely, too much these days.
I been gettin lonely, I guess I better get away.
But where can I go thats real? lifes a stage on a ferris wheel.
And the actors are all fighting just to see who gets the lead in the play.
Oh, no, no.
I gotta find me a better day.
Talk about down, I feel so lonely.
Talk about down, Im startin to worry.
Dont really want to be all alone. I cant get along with the chicks at home.
The world just dont seem right, my head is spinnin, and I hate whats goin down.
You gotta find me a better day.
Oh, gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
You gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
You gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find, gotta find,
Gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find, gotta find,
Gotta find,
Gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
Gotta find me a better day.
(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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The poet's page
Like a band of beggars
Revealing to each other
Where to find the bread
Is the poets page
An open line
Where poets reveal what's
Inside their heads
A platform of
Artistic exchange
Where an accompany of poets
Express what should be said,
As the
Words seems to take on life
For they are poet read
Poets can feel one anothers pain
As well as relates to each
others shame
Emphasizing on a topic is
A poet's personal lane
Poets dvides the spoil
As they expand, due to
sharing their gain
This is partly my analogy
Of a poet's fame
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Love Will Find A Way
You wanna get close to me
The feeling so clear
But I need some time to see
Vision through my tear
You wanna get next to me
I need your intrusion
I dont need to be
Blinded by confusion
Here is my heart
Waiting for you
Here is my soul
I eat at chez nous
Love will find a way
If you want it to
Love will find a way
Love will find a way for me and you
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
So you want to get over me
And thats how you feel
Everything you want to be
Seems so unreal
I want to be all of you
And thats the confusion
Its so hard for me
To draw a conclusion
Here is my heart
Waiting for you
Here is my soul
I eat at chez nous
Love will find a way
If you want it to
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
If you want it to
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
I believe that theres a way
If you want it to
Will love find a way
Love will find a way
Will love find a way
Love will find a way
song performed by by Yes
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Love Will Find A Way
You wanna get close to me
The feeling so clear
But I need some time to see
Vision through my tear
You wanna get next to me
I need your intrusion
I dont need to be
Blinded by confusion
Here is my heart
Waiting for you
Here is my soul
I eat at chez nous
Love will find a way
If you want it to
Love will find a way
Love will find a way for me and you
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
So you want to get over me
And thats how you feel
Everything you want to be
Seems so unreal
I want to be all of you
And thats the confusion
Its so hard for me
To draw a conclusion
Here is my heart
Waiting for you
Here is my soul
I eat at chez nous
Love will find a way
If you want it to
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
If you want it to
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
Love will find a way
I believe that theres a way
If you want it to
Will love find a way
Love will find a way
Will love find a way
Love will find a way
song performed by by Yes
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Find Life
Find Love
It is the beauty of this life.
Find Peace
It is the anchor in any strife.
Find Hope
It will carry you through.
Find Friendship
They give joy, who are true.
Find Laughter
It is health for your mind.
Find Comfort
Even when you have been left behind.
Find Forgiveness
It always will set you free.
But the most important really
Never ever find... Fault.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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0005 Totally Boring Poem
I’m totally bored by:
poems that sound like other poems
poems that try to sound unlike any other poems
poets who never take risks
poets who think that taking risks
makes them good poets
poems with 'meaning'
poems with no meaning
poets who slag off other poets
as if that achieves something
poets that tell you that rhyme
is not for an age but for all time
poets that tell you that rhyme is outmoded and boring
poets who think that the poetry of 'the past'
is greater than that of 'the present'
poets who think that the poetry of 'the present'
is greater than that of 'the past'
poems that tell you the poet's the first to discover sex
poets that tell you they’re the best sex you’ll ever have
although you’ll never meet them to find out
poets that tell you they’ve been dumped
poets who've never known love and being dumped
poets who are ambitious
poets who are unambitious
poets who tell you all about higher things
poets who reject higher things
poets who think life’s just a joke
poets who think life’s no joke
poets who sit on the fence
poets who have no sense of balance
poets who despise 'the middle ground'
poets who talk about technique
poets with no technique
poets who just throw down their thoughts
poets who 'work up' their poems to a self-satisfied polish
poets who list what they like (who cares?)
poets who list what don’t like (who cares?)
poets who write about extreme states
poets who think they’re immune to extreme states
poets who tell you why they’re bored
poets who have opinions
poets who seem to have no opinions at all
poets who have boring opinions to air - why choose poetry?
poets who comment on others' poems
as if it's the last word
poets who never bother to comment
on others' poems
poets who don't love poetry passionately
poets who tell you they 'love poetry passionately'
poets who – oh I’m too bored to go on reading this,
how about you?
I suppose you have boring opinions too?
another time perhaps
and oh yes I'm most of all bored by
those who waste their precious time on this earth
being bored
well I feel better for that.
how about you?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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