It is enough
It is enough and now no more
Life has become dull and bore
I make presence known by heaving snoring
Everybody in family complains early in the morning
I get tired by few steps walk
Tongue sticks as I am unable to talk
Mind is bogged down and unable to think
Memory goes off and on and I simply blink
Though I am not still being hated
But hear the words co related
I feel being very much neglected
Even though some thing short of being humiliated
It is not desired at the later stage
Everybody will have to face the old age
It will not be spent as easily
As the young age was spent merrily
All are nit lucky to be looked after well
We hear them saying “it is living hell”
You become useless within over night
All prophecy seems to prove very right
Hard luck for those who spend it with plight
Perception also sometimes may vary slight
Above and all there may prevail generation gap
You may be objected at every step
It will be some sort of insult
No one may bother or prefer you to consult
You are in another word a burden
The stage has come all of sudden
You are driven in the corner
You are spent force and nothing comes out from burner
Neither can you be utilized for any useful purpose
Nor can be neglected for any thought to suppose
If you left alone in this world without partner
Hell will be let loose on you later or sooner
You will not only counts last leg of years
But seconds, minutes and hours
We wish it should not happen with any one
As you will be looked after by none
No one may have kind views but only lip service
It may not be sufficient to render only advice
There is blow of wind in opposite direction
The aged people face hostility with reaction
The society as a whole can be blamed for inaction
But thanks to the old age homes for their sympathetic action
There is age gap, new concept and love loss too
It is known fact that everyone has to pass through
The same trauma, pain and anguish
The same would not have been dreamed by anybody as wish
The tears dropp from eyes as the same is not likely to end
The relatives too come and ask about welfare but keep quite as friend
No one may want to interfere in internal affairs
Even thought it is not considered as fair
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A juvenile home
Why do they remain uncared for?
From where do they come from?
Why are they left at doors of juvenile home?
Who are to be considered accountable and be blamed?
The juvenile home is flooded with such children
They are left there to lead the strange life and barren
No doubt they are given proper care and treatment
It is blot on society and deserves condemnable comment
The love is blind but we are not aware of its consequences
There are many cruel attempts and has come out as instances
The homes are sometimes abused and children are put to shame
It is not only creating law and order from but has earned ill fame
Every day there is instances of child’s cry at door step
Helpless mother choose the early morning time for help
She has all the blessings for child but unable to retain
She has all the love but forced not to contain
Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame
They have still guts to stand alone and face the world
The society and people may not take them lightly and develop cold
They may face many odds much to their discomforts
They remain shamed all the times despite their best efforts
Somewhere we commit grave error and suffer
The male partner deserts and continues to differ
Under such circumstances the hell is let loose
You have no option left and unable to choose
It is with heavy heart that you leave new born
You are heavily over burdened and consciously torn
You may not want to leave the child at somebody’s mercy
You can do nothing at this stage except to feel pity
Juveniles homes are equipped tot tackle such issues
They make appeals and make periodical reviews
They too are blessed with public support to share the grief
Children get enough care and support and get good brief
The society has to share the burden and show the courage
They are future of the country and must be nicely managed
They may come out as good citizens or hard core criminals
Do we want to make them human beings or cruel animals?
Let us resolve to make it an ideal place to worship
The youngsters may commit the mistake for friendship
We are here to support such houses morally with all niceties
It has purpose behind and public utilities too
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Love does not mean
Love does not mean simply a infatuation
though it is not immoral to have its continuation
it has no price tag or can be put for any valuation
it is bound to succeed even in difficult situation
Love does not mean to remain impressed
it can be desired but not pressed
Love Pulse may send clear signals
you may feel the indication of spring's arrival
Love is clearly seen and is apparent
At any given time it can never be different
It can be felt even if you are not friend
It may endure through out life till the end
Generally free smile is expected for a while
some invitation and company is sought meanwhile
Exchange of few words and proposal for dates arrive
Constant fear in mind disappear and you definitely survive
Beautiful face is always in mind
If not then you make desperate bid to find
Some kind words are expected with full assurance
The quick clearance is desired at once
This is how the love has been viewed
Not much in depth has been studied or reviewed
Normally it is taken as sexual course
If so then it is bound to collapse later on of course
No one may try to budge from their stated stand
At one stage they may try to get rid off and stay on as friend
The reality may push them away and take very far
There will be pen sky for them without stars
No feeling to vent but who has time to hear?
Anguish and pain silently to keep in chest and bear
No reason is seen in shedding the tears
It may pass on resulting in the days, weeks and years
The cruel blow will have to be sustained
The sturdy silence may also have to be maintained
The deep scar created by it may not go away easily
The rest of the life may not be spent that easily
We tend to forget the sanctity of bond
we may be sincere and very fond
It is not enough to prove and last long
some other factors may try to prove us wrong
The lucky persons may be those who really succeed
It may make them happy with their utmost need
The lady luck might have smiled on both
The happiness was bound to come hence forth
As the time pass on and season changes
Nature may come up automatically with new age
The branches may be boomed with colored flowers
As the rain God may slowly bless and downpour
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Extreme corner
She held my hand firmly
No expressions but remained calmly
She was deep in thought and looked sadly
She wanted to say something but feared badly
Generally speaking, it is always one sided affair
Ladies suffer more and this one is totally unfair
Pain and agony kill them from inside
They have no means to retain or easily confide
I had spent very memorable moments
I flowed with her but remained silent
She wore deserted look and looked barren
I was experiencing hell in heaven
I tried to read her face between lines
She was unable to keep herself on sideline
She was about to weep with almost broken stage
I tried to console her as understood and correctly guessed
It was not all about my desertion
That was never feared and remained out of question
I am of opinion that relation must remain open and frank
But her cal composure made me to think and I slowly sank
She had never thought of illogical bond
Even though she remained firm and fond
I was from different cast and little inferior
More in age and looked more of senior
She feared backlash and reprisal
The dark clouds indicated their arrival
She sensed of some unforeseen consequences
Even though she was of strong mind with presence
Tears rolled out endlessly in mere silence
I allowed her to deplete sorrows at once
“We ere meant for each other and remain so”
I assured her with firm resolve to forget and forgo
Sometimes sentiments drive us to the extreme corner
Any good or bad things come in life later or sooner
But some lucky people get them as they wanted
And some suffer as they were meant to be suffocated
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my little sister's GONE: (
She was five when her sister left
And with her gone she felt like she experienced death
She was too young to even know what that meant
Apart for seven months is what they spent
Her older sister was her best friend
She always looked up to her
Her smile she would always lend
She witnessed drugs
Barely given a hug
Barely shown any love
And just when she lost hope
Her sister would always show up
At the most needed time
Her sister never knew it
But she always completed her inside
And then her sister would go away again
And the same thing would happen
Then suddenly her sister stopped coming around
For a better life is what she thought she had found
A better life that didn’t include her
But she never knew that every day
Her sister thought about her
She always wondered where her sister went
And why she always left without their lives together spent
One day she gotten taken away
To a family friend
And for a while she would stay
But she was still mistreated
Barely eaten
Always hit
But she never told her sister this shyt
When her sister would call
She’d say I’m okay
Cause her sisters on speaker phone
What more could she really say
Her sister always promised that she would visit
And every day she waited
Hoping she’d keep it
But then she realized she was stuck
But knew that her sister still had love
It was just hard for her to see her face
And she felt like in this world she had no place
One day her sister came for her
She went to church and looked for her
She asked where is my little sister
And they all replied GONE
That’s when I soon discovered what exactly had been done
I always promised my sister Shilah that I would come and see her
And she waited until she finally gave up
And now she’s gone and I know it’s my fault
If I had only come sooner
She would still be here
She would still know that I cared
She waited for me to keep my promise
And I did but it was too late
and now i feel dis-honest
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Very Special Love
Words and music by teddy gentry, randy owen, and jeff cook
She said, I spent eight years in california.
Thats the reason why I talk the way I do.
But Ive hear how southern men respect the ladies, and Id like to meet a
Gentleman like you.
Well, I spent most of my life in alabama.
Thats the reason why I talk the way I do.
And Ive always had this thing for sun-tanned ladies, and Id really like to
Spend some time with you.
And we walked on the beach till early morning.
And we watched as the sun came up again.
And somehow we both shared the feelin that wed just made a very special
Friend.
Tomorrow Ill go back to alabama, and youll fly from atlanta to l.a.and ill
Get back to takin care of busness, and youll go back to starrin on the
Stage.
But well think of the beach come monday morning, when both of us get back to
Push and shove.
And somehow we will always remember the night we shared a very special love.
I spent most of my life in alabama.
Thats the reason why I talk the way I do.
I know we shared a very special friendship the night we made a very special
Love.
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Need to be told
If you need to be told
Then don't try to be bold
You will be like any other person
May come in life and go as seasons
Person should be able to take his own decisions
That should not vary and must be with precision
It trusts self first then thinks of others actions
There is no fun in offering any kind of reactions
You are your own judge and come to the conclusion
Every word is spoken with care and without any confusion
There is no withdrawal as it has been carefully considered
At no stage there is second thought and differed
This is how the stubbornness comes in life at later stage
It is with experience and coming up of the age
You are shedding off the uncertainty and come out of the cage
The confidence is reflected as new words are printed on page
Let actions speak louder than words
You may find it easy to look and go forward
You may have full satisfaction of what you contemplated
Every action is thought of and fully related
An individual has to be master of his own destiny
This fact might not been realized by many
There is hidden message behind it with some purpose
One must always keep mind free without keeping any grudge
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A no price tag
Love does not mean infatuation
It is immoral to have its continuation
It has no price tag or valuation
May vary from time and situation
Love is not means to be impressed
Never to desired or pressed
Pulses may send signals
That is indication of spring's arrival
Love is apparent
It can never be indifferent
It can be felt even if you remain as true friend
It may endure more till the end
General expectation is broad smile
Some invitation and company for a while
Exchange of few words and proposal for date
A constant fear in mind for not to reach late
A beautiful face to hunt the mind
Always eager to go near and find
Some kind words and full assurance
The quick nod and clearance at once
This is how it has been viewed
No in depth feeling is reviewed
It is taken for granted as sexual course
It is bound to collapse later on of course
No one may try to budge from their stand
At one stage they may try to get on as friend
The reality may take them very far
There will be pen sky without star
All feeling to vent but no one to hear
Anguish and pain silently to bear
No futility is seen in shedding the tears
The days and weeks may pass with years
The cruel blow may be sustained
The sturdy silence may also be maintained
The deep scar may not go away easily
The rest of the life may not be spend easily
We tend to forget the sanctity of bond
We may be sincere and also be fond
That is not enough to last long
Some other factors may try to prove wrong
The lucky may be those who succeed
It may make them happy with their need
The lady luck might have smiled on both
The happiness was bound to come hence forth
As the time pass on and seasons change
The nature may come up automatically with age
New words may be printed on blank page
There will marked improvement with no stoppage
It is sentimental attachment with no reservation
Anybody can notice it with some reservation
It can never be a trap for bad intention
The message is well read for retention
Love is to be loved and admired
It can never be purchased or hired
It is gospel message for all to follow
Accept it with grace and go little slow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A life in stages
My dear friends in all walks of life
How do we live happily on the edge of knife?
Life has proved as acid test and still we cling
Try to make it beautiful for many more laurels to bring
It is supposed to be made like I heaven
We do nothing g to make it even
Let every age be made as memorable as possible
It is to be picked up easily as is not forcible
As poet you make it glorious and nicely painted
We all landed it in mess and did not maintain
Let your efforts make deep impact on mind
If they can think little over for happiness to find
Everybody is aware of the importance at every stage
It may transform with the advancement of an age
Some of the stages may not be influenced by our action
Parents may be taking care to look after it well affection
No on e may really know the real philosophy?
The usages and customs vary with condition and geography
Still it will be guided by broader concept to shape it well
Elders to make worthwhile by adding advices and in clarity to tell
Initial stage is spent in unconsciousness
All with great care, love and happiness
Everything is made available at one demand
Especially looked after well by grandparents
Care free life in school days and freedom of movement
All faults or mistaken taken easily with no comments
Life is not burdened with any of the home worry
All concentration on study and no burden to carry
Changes come when you gin adulthood
All notoriety goes with childhood
Now you are young person waiting for spring
New life to lead and many changes to bring
Still not tested the cruel blow
Not yet known the fury of river flow
The time may soon come to face the crisis
Here comes crucial factor to form the basis
Life is romantic and yet to b e enjoyed fully
Promised with sense to remain faithfully
No problem whatever may come on the way?
It is to be solved resolutely for comfortable stay
You may be lone decider of future
Everything has to be decided and made sure
Nothing goes out of calculation and disrupt
Life goes on smoothly without any interruption
You may be able to sum up it later stage
You may look victorious with passing of phase
Life is all set and likely to be spent at ease
There is nothing more now with you to release
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A not very far
I had no courage to ask for any change
It was assuming with some thought with your age
I dreamed of having some sort of alliance
I had really wanted dependence and reliance
You had very long association with me from childhood
We had spent happy moments in the neighborhood
It had no bearing of our future relationship
Though we were attached loosely in friendship
I never tried to know or probe your mind
You were there at stone throw’s distance to find
I never thought of making you as permanent partner
Thought it was to happen sooner or later
It remained not as illusion but distant possibility
I had not thought of its probability
It did flicker in mind on several occasions
It only helped in strengthening the relation
I had no close shave off or sweet fight
You were through friend and always right
I wished not to loose you from my sight
Same thought troubled me too in night
As I was unaware of another side
The area of perception remained very wide
We had no time to converse seriously
Even though it harped on me continuously
It did occur to me sometimes
That same may be the case all the times
Possibly she may be thinking on same lines
Though I could notice only one side shine
Some possible forecast I could make
It seemed to me it would be easy cake walk
I preferred less and less acquaintance
It assumed significance with importance
I had to wait for right moment
I could see uneasiness and some movement
She would not concentrate and look around
I was sure something new may be found
It was her turn now
I had waited for it any how
I did not know how would she come forward?
But really waited for sweet and nice words
She managed finally and came closer
It was long wait but I was not looser
She whispered in ears and ran away
I was quite amused to find the way
It rang like bell in the ears
As it was recent not bye gone years
I wanted it for long time to hear
I could not guess how much happiness I bore?
Did you say it really?
Are you aware of it fully?
I may sink and not recover
You are with me however.. I pondered over it
I shall prove its worth
As you have come forth
Stay the same as you are
We are as close as were never far
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A Very Special Love
She said, "I spent eight years in California
That's the reason why I talk the way I do
But I've heard how Southern men respect the ladies
And I'd like to meet a gentleman like you"
Well, I spent most of my life in Alabama
That's the reason why I talk the way I do
And I've always had this thing for sun-tanned ladies
And I'd really like to spend some time with you
And we walked on the beach till early morning
And we watched as the sun came up again
And somehow we both shared the feelin'
That we'd just made a very special friend
Tomorrow I'll go back to Alabama
And you'll fly from Atlanta to L.A.
And I'll get back to takin' care of bus'ness,
And you'll go back to starrin' on the stage
But we'll think of the beach come Monday morning
When both of us get back to push and shove
And somehow we will always remember
The night we shared a very special love
I spent most of my life in Alabama
That's the reason why I talk the way I do
I know we shared a very special friendship
The night we made a very special love
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Lost In Childhood
Man doesn’t stop acting like child
Basically an animal but at heart very mild
Get all the excitations when see a small kid
Start feelings of an infant and try to lead
It is nice and worries free stage
All kind of thoughts pour in any age
Remain ever green and get boost at family gathering
Happiness and joy among members for sharing
So there lives small child at your heart
This one has been deliberately put by Him as part
As an age grows, person tends to become small boy
All sorts of naughtiness when look at children playing with toys
You never get matured with any kind of advancement
One may have lot more to remember and resent
Yet that stage is considered as divinely as heaven
Any one may want to be lost in dreams and driven
At slight pain we act like child and cry
We search for lonely place with emotional try
Shed tears and wipe out the eyes for the fear of being watched
Come out of it fast and very next moment another drama is launched
Youth may be spent in merry making
Joy all around and for claims staking
Search for companion and running after bride
Endless adventure with free gossips and nothing to hide
Then comes stage of most dreaded dream
Sometimes living alone with the break up in team
Children go away and leave behind pan and memory
What else to feel except loneliness and sorry!
What a joy to become horse and carry the children?
Kicks in belly and tapping on head all of sudden
Yes this one is only place when you get lost in childhood
So far life was just spent and not properly understood
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Stop gap
Death is defined as just rest place and stop gap
Journey to heavenly abode and considered right step
Birth in next world, if that is desired, dependent on His will
Happy ending if one is contended and rightly feels
It is not preferred by anybody but till it comes
No one is happy about it and doesn’t welcome
New birth is celebrated with joy and fun fare
No one tries to knows how it comes and from where?
If death really would not have been the fear factor?
People would have interfered in all the sectors
Leaving of this world makes them real little scary
Otherwise they would have been left with no worry
They could have defied temporal’s authority
Simply not have bowed head before almighty
Life would have been made tough and living hell
Things could have been made dreary and not well
Death is welcome step and good gesture
Everybody is having final day decided for future
Not a second can be shifted from here and there
You got to feel comfortable, very safe and stay here
Why He doesn’t interfere in day today’s routine?
Why do we console ourselves even after not doing fine?
It is our inner strength that holds us together
Death or no death we simply don’t bother
We must accept it as immortal factor
We come here in life to play as actor
No one cares or try to know what the life is all about?
Is it punishment to suffer in life or opt out?
Life is precious gift to human being
He can be either very poor or king
He may lead it with fun fare and joy
Though life may be simply decoy
Life should not considered as burden
We can make it beautiful like heaven
It has its own charm and purpose
We must mean it and not to suppose
Life is to be enjoyed with full length
It is not weakness but real strength
What one needs to know is its mission?
Leave the life decently with good liaison
You may not have chance to revisit place
No one can grant you permission to replace
It has to be spent with grace and happiness
Pray the almighty for His mercy and kindness
We must bow our head with gratitude
We should have generous and nice attitude
Life and dearth is synonymous thing
It is part of cycle and that speaks something
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A turning gold
I fear of being called old
but in fact turning Gold
astute behavior and approach bold
head of the family and very nice hold
Calmness like sea and brightness like sun
family members would love and make fun
my try to win the race with stick walk run
children may point with small barrel gun
'Grandpa, your time is over'
we will give you cover
your inning should not last
as you are aging very fast
Don't leave us behind
where from we will find?
you are our dad's dad and very kind
we touch your feet as you are soft and mild
It turns me old when somethig I hear
“One time handsome may not remain dear”
He is loosing charm and wrinkles developed
Great show on stage is likedly to be floaped
I feel delighted when hear nice words
There is no fun to think of age and look backward
Any one may go for high jump when fully young
Alas! it is beautiful inning but not going to last long
Who can stop the blowing wind?
Who can clip the bird’s wing?
You may go high in the air
The game is considered to be very fair
It is the test of time that you spread the fragrance
The ability and young age is thing of presence
It may stay as long as you think it is in your reach
The birds may come down to find and search
Where do we find peace and shelter?
Where is our final destginy and cover?
Who will accompany us till the end?
The world has to be made as lovely abode and friend
The sun may shine hard and rain may cause the blow
The vigor and strength may develop cracks and go slow
The speed may slower and ri ver may stop the flow
The eys may loose the sight and face its glow
The wrinkles are sign of wisdom
It truly reflects but speaks seldom
Who knows better what can be spoken off?
World may not realize when to cry and laugh
The river water have calmed down and flow silently
The words too are spoken very nicely and gently
You represent serious figure and act as saintly
The advice too comes easily and instantly
One must, in times to come, must grow old
So many may be following you and come in fold
It is not wrinkles but lines on face
That may speak of marathon race
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Only one reason
I left behind parents only for one reason
I had seen in you a good and promising person
You were not only tall in stature but stalwart
A handsome figure, very good looking and smart
You proved your worth time and again
You worked very hard even in rain
You had feelings for everybody including family
We all had nice time to be spent easily
It is not the male domination society alone
The female too play great part and sworn
It is joint move to prove worthy of being human
Where nothing counts as man or woman
Not at single count you let us down
We happily brought up and grown
Nothing mattered much to our discomfort
It was always happy voyage to land at port
There never developed any kind of cold
The new concept and result was seen in our world
We developed with respect as powerful family
It was unique and unparallel experience really
It was real world to enjoy and spent with
We were totally committed and armed with teeth
It was joint venture with full commitment
Every move was synchronized with moment
I do not remember that I ever lied
Not a single moment was left untried
It was not difficult at all to align
Everything moved in orderly manner and looked fine
Did we ever enter into conflict?
Was there any intention for injury to inflict?
I would not find an answer in yes
This was honest feeling with real face
I would not dream it to happen at any stage
As we have grown up sincerely with the age
It was not the matter to be accommodated
The relation was based on foundation and equated
You always provided me comfort
I can firmly say it with good report
It is not happening with all the families
But with one who always supports and rallies
There might have been no more disturbances
Had there been no love at once?
It might involve deep pain and anguish
Still it is love and not fights to finish
How deep and lovely relation it has?
What a critical and crucial phase it is?
Momentum in relation with so much ups and down
Still no room for complaint and reason to frown
Shall we last the same till the end?
I would love your smile with same trend
Will you smile even from grave?
I will bear the brunt with enough reason to be brave
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Sonnet- Neglected Is The Soul These Days
How many hours a day, we give for God?
Is Sabbath spent as a holy day?
How many times, our God, we tend to laud?
Do we succeed to keep Tempters at bay?
Our Life on earth gets spent for selfish needs;
We don't have time to love our neighbour well;
And rarely, do we tend to do good deeds;
Bad men have transformed world to look like hell;
The modern man lives in a virtual hell,
The purity of soul is neglected;
Our earthly -life is put into pel- mel,
Most men in life do feel much dejected;
0 pause awhile and pry within thy soul;
0 man, if sin-filled, change to better role.
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No Tears
tears roll down his checks
as he muttered the words “she’s dead”
I would have stopped
stared as if he was a ghost
and I would have thought
god it’s about time
but as I looked around to the people I loved something came over me
mom and dad were crying,
Ethan, Andy, and even john looked sad
here I was with a smile on my face
how dumb could I be not even act like I care
but the truth really is that I don’t give a shit
about if she had died or not
it’s better for us in the long run anyway
make everyone happier
I’m just a kid so what am I supposed to think when someone
that has made my life and my family’s life miserable
what am I suppose to fell when someone has made me hate coming “home”
what am I suppose to do when many of times I have wished her dead
what am I suppose to say to the person that made me believe I live in hell
am I suppose to lie
what would you do
what would you fell
what would you say
what would you think
I almost feel sorry for not feeling bad
but I don’t
I almost feel sorry for Steve
but yet again why should I care when his parents die
when he didn’t care when my dad died
I will admit there were a couple of minutes
where I felt like a bad person for not feeling bad
but it’s not worth my time
enough tears will be shed from her death
why should I need to contribute to the waterfall
a tear runs down my face
yes a tear
one single tear
yet no tears flow from my eyes
of sadness
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Wrestling With Time
Time and I are grappling
as we have all my life.
In my youth I tried to full-nelson her
into telling me my future
but she didn't comply.
I spend many hours with her
in my upstairs bed-room
peering at video games;
she waited patiently
for me to get through this phase.
The referee in this match
I tried to bribe he refused
but she gentle-stroked my brow
and told me to play fair and be patient.
I dreamed of having super powers
and told her that was what I wanted;
she smiled reassuringly
saying 'Sure but you have to first overcome many barriers
and prove yourself.
Too many tests there
it turned out for me.
I asked her for luck
but no luck.
I tried arm-twisting on her
but every fall I won
I also lost another.
It did not even look like the crowd was on my side.
At times it even looked like my own family
declined
to support me.
When I started to date Time threw down the dice
snake-eyes and craps
never a lucky seven.
one step up and two steps back.
I asked her at last
for True Love and
she said simply 'Look behind you.'
turning I saw it was someone
who had always
been at my side
living in my blind spot.
Time smiled.
Now it is Time against two
in this match
this has improved the odds.
Not so much happily ever after, but
we two in this round two
are now a tag team;
Time is sitting in that opposite corner, solo.
Any day
we'll will pin her
to Life's Mat
declare victory
or not.
In any event
hope you
will
root for us
because I assure you my friend
Time knows your name too.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A divergent path
Two roads meet at four cross roads
We are in the midst of it with enough loads
They may be passing through thick woods
All dangerous with not enough foods
We may feel sorry later not to choose the correct path
You may think calmly while taking bath
at the time of choosing option you have no time left
It may take you to the right or left
The road is wide open and it is for you to choose
You have everything to gain and nothing to loose
Still the choice may matter most in gaining the ground
You may feel sorry when nothing is actually found
You may cut sorry figure with lots of despair
The atmosphere may look heavy with no movement in air
You may wish and think that you had better option to choose
The sorry state of affairs had altered everything to loose
You can’t go in all the directions and prefer solid action
You may stick to your views with no more, reactions
You may prefer to do as much as you can do
It may not allow you to have way and pass through
You may prove as strange traveler
You have killer’s instinct and nose works as inhaler
You may be warned of danger lurking by
You may go in for it with powerful try
The world has changed a lot
Many wars have been fought
Peace and harmony is always sought
Still we are in dilemma and simply caught
I stood motionless on the road with confusion
Nothing was leading me with fresh infusion
It was double state of mind with no useful purpose
I had no other reason to go for it or suppose
the chances looked vary fair even if I erred
They will be addressed later and cared
What was most import that bothered me much?
I had never ventured in to land a such
I looked calm with composure
I was ready for dangerous exposure
Nothing was appealing but I was very much sure
I had the reason to feel relieved with fine cure
I was not simply passing there
I knew how to find it and where?
It may not look bright and promising
There was certainly something missing
i
For me all the roads equally lay
I could leave mark for another day
I was determined to find it anyway
Though I had no option for assertive say
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A beautiful Gul
Gul, Gul, Gul
You are so beautiful
Gul is flower in garden
I noticed it all of sudden
I found her up in the morning
Her rosy face simply shining
Bright eyes stared as if inviting
Was it for passion igniting?
It was magnetic pull
There prevailed natural lull
Still moon remained in circle and full
I was not worried about attack from bull
I was totally mesmerized
The things were not to be summarized
It did make magic and surprise
This was something new and very good prize
How could she be in my domain?
She should not be away and remain
Totally indifferent and only in dream
How to bring her in pure love stream?
How many thoughts just crossed the mind?
How all of sudden I was able to find
She must be elegant and very kind
I was brought in sense by flow of wind
It made me to think in another direction
What will be her move and next action?
Will she be angry as hostile reaction?
As she was hailing from wealthy section
I could still read lines on her face
I was definitely for her in race
I want her to be on my side in any case
She must fall in line and not make memory to erase
This is what I consider as cherished dream
I don’t want to loose her and cry with scream
She may not opt for simple person
She may be compelled by any reason
I never knew morning breezes are so cool
They can’t push you to look like fool
It is freshness of flowers that is brought
One understands it and it is never taught
Soon her reddish face was about to disappear
There was so much pain to bear
I could see her murmur but couldn’t hear
She must be thanking me as dear
She engulfed me through the day
I had dreamed of very good way
Alas! I could offer her rose flower
My gesture would have been the best answer
the mind does develop reactive feeling
it is natural to go for it without thought killing
What will happen even if we get total failure?
It will enrich you and make the way very sure
She was almost there with hands on her eyes
I could only stare at her and could not ask why?
She utter few words in my ears for acknowledgement
It was now my turn to make positive movement
Gul……flower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Yo
* jewel and atz together
A little yodeling song
For my man yo
And I know that yo dont know
That I wrote this song a late one night
Hed heard me yodeling down at hobo gins
And we were hanging out at the putter inn
He was beggin me to yodel
And oh yo he wasnt half the type
He held out his hand
I said whats your name?
And he said yo
So I asked him again
And he said yo again
So I figured it must be his name
Well I was having some perculiar thoughts
But you cant say much with a name like atz
So I settled back
Tried to figure out yo-yos game
Now yo was sailin three sheets of the wind
With a frozen stare
And an ear-to-ear grin
He kept beggin me to yodel, sayin
G-gget up there and yodel with the band
It was my good friend rod with a hired gun
So I stepped up to have a little bit of fun
With the lead, and the bass and the drummer and the rhythm man
Now yo he staggered right up to the stage
He had this angelic smile on his face
That sucker looked like he floated up to heaven and he died
While I never had a fan quite like yo before
He stood there mesmerized on the floor
He started stompin and clappin when he heard my yodeling cry
(chorus)
And I said
*yo this yodeling songs for you
No matter where you go
No matter what you do
Remember that time spent yodelings time well spent
Ive never had myself a fan club before
But yo dont you know that one things for sure
If I do Ill make you my fan club president
And I said
*(yodel)
Well when I got through
I said there you go yo
And he was still smiling but his eyes were still closed
And I thought I was going to get away from him
But then he opened them wide and said
I-ii want to hear some more
Well I was wearing out my welcome and I was running out of time
But I decided that Id yodel up another line
Cause I thought it was the only way I could get yo off the floor
Then I got to thinking
I realized
Suddenly I realized
Why old yo liked yodeling
Because everytime I yodeled I was saying yos name
Well then I got to thinking it probably wouldnt work too well
In fact it downright sounds like hell
If you ever try to yodel using anybody elses name
Try inga
*inga-lay (etc.)
See what I mean it just doesnt work
So in this whole wide world
No matter where I go
One thing Ive learned
Ive finally know
Ill never yodel again if theres anyone in the audience named yo
And I said
*yo this yodeling songs for you
No matter where you go
No matter what you do
Remember that time spent yodelings time well spent
Ive never had myself a fan club before
But yo dont you know that one things for sure
If I do Ill make you my fan club president
And I said
*(yodel)
(long yodel)
song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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