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Liz no more

Words may prove to be less
She had kind and unforgettable face
Those memorable lines may stay for ever
Her role as an artist may always be cheered

Hardly in any decade have you had such beautiful flower?
Not for outer beauty but for kind and memorable nature
Memory may fade away but not her contribution
It was really a golden period which really marked revolution

Liz you will be shining star on the horizon
Many hearts were broken and won
You will be remembered for your outstanding performance
Beauty and honor will go side by side with romance

Great souls appear rarely on earth
They will be mourned gravely on their death
Leave behind a great mark for mankind
Rarely we come across or find

Liz you were on lease from the God
You have departed for the good
Someone else may try and take over
As an artist you never desired any cover

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The First Artist and Author.

The first artist painted the sky with colors, such beauty,

Look at those sunsets, and the mountains, such reality;

The mountains, have shadows, of splendor that only the Master can do,

Yes! It's God who was the first Artist, and He also taught me too.

The first great artist painted the colors on the sea,

Blues, greens, aquas, Only one could do this you see;

And when there is a storm near, the sea goes so dark blue,

Yes! God is the first great artist, to paint it for me and you.

The first great Artist, loved to teach David to write poetry,

And also king Solomon, writing words of such beauty;

Oh such magnificent works, of color and in each word,

Yes! There is only one who could do this it is the Lord.

Then. We see in every rainbow, and in each shell as well,

Look at the colored sands, and in every bird, it does tell;

Then look at each animal, and also the petals of each flower too

Then as you look at these, , give Thanks for doing it for me and you.

poem by Margaret Haig
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Eve (original beauty)

She stood naked in the garden
With more beauty
Than the first full bloom rose,
The kind and depth of
Beauty
God in Heaven only knows.
The kind of
Beauty that is deep and wild,
The kind of
Beauty lost like the days of a child,
The kind of
Beauty mankind
Has been trying desperately
(without realization)
Forever to find.
The kind of
Beauty
God has put upon
Every souls mind.
The kind of
Beauty
That forever causes God
To call us:
'Mine! '
The kind of original beauty
God understands,
The kind of beauty awaiting
The return of each woman, and man.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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beauty! what is BEAUTY? ? ?

beauty! what is beauty
beauty is just a cover
for something
really screwed up in side...
people say why your so beautiful
what more do you want
i want the real meaning of beauty
not just the looks
the looks are only good for an amount of time
then they get to meet the real inside of you
and the beauty disappears
so what is the point of the outer beauty if the inner beauty is dead
beauty what is BEAUTY

poem by Pilar Guethon
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Beautiful One

Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell
To ravage my world as might a sweet angel.
Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease:
Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.

Oh beautiful creature, sail me do,
As floating on seas of halcyon blue tincture.
You beautiful being, gracing charm
And features that render feel of deep texture.

Your beautiful poise in glide supreme,
Gives such like a vista honed as from heaven.
That beautiful art of face ornate,
Not ever to understate or be riven.

Your beautiful flame of pulchritude
Doth dizzy me high, so I conclude always
You beautiful girl forever be
My shining Janette; my guide; my stairway.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Beauty, Beautious, Beautiful

Beauty is not a superficial form
Each has their own in essential nature
And in the actions they perform
Until the dissolution of their life
To leave beauty’s impressions in our hearts
Yesterdays beauty never leaves or departs.

Beauty is all around
Each and every place it may be found
As you look with open eyes
Upon the forms that nature makes
Then man seeks to imitate
Yearning to match that beauty all around.

Beauty if you cannot find
Beauty must be in mind
Beauty is in purity
Beauty of simplicity
Beauty runs right through and through
Beauty in me, and them, and you.

Beauty, beauteous, beautiful
Beauty in heaven
Beauty in fire
Beauty in earth
And finally beauty in a simple verse.

poem by David Taylor
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Dolly Is Queen

Dolly is queen
Such kind of beauty is never seen
As if carved out from wood
And considered as thought for food

Lovely smile
To take you for ride meanwhile
Joy and only joy
With her you can always enjoy,

Exchange pleasantry
That is all necessary
Makes everybody happy
Always in good mood and ready

Combination of art and skill
She is rich by her strong will
She has made great impact
By skillful presentation in the poetical act

How can I miss her?
Without any appearance or picture
Yet her impression is carved out in mind
I have yet to see her and find

Such kind of brilliance with beauty is rarely seen
As if full moon has appeared in sky with rare scene
Nobody may notice their regular appearance
But when in contact can be considered as golden chance

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Artist

An artist paints with brush so old
Makes his painting worth gold
He paints the nature's gifted gifts
The flowing rivers in the midst
Of all he paints is a pretty face
A girl dressed all in lace
Portraying her beauty he is lost in time
The beauty she possessed is hard to find
Was it her beauty he tried to captivate?
But what a pity time doesn't wait
For she has gone so far away
Leaving her image with the artist to stay
Who paints her all through day and night?
Seeking pleasure deep inside

poem by Meena Mustafa
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A star has faded

Michael Jackson was truly beloved son
He is no more among us as person,
History will honor him and vacuum will always be felt
We bow our head with respect but no ice will melt

He had risen from no where with full of energy
Society had nothing to do except to raise bogey
What can they offer at the time death except white coffer?
They have nothing new in their store to offer

We can mark him as one of the greatest
He had new pattern with songs almost newest
Each of them studded with message of love and peace,
As early morning is crowned with cool breeze,

You served as legend and lovely human being,
Shrouded with mystery but spent honest living
Nothing is remembered for bad or good,
Music was your life and energy was served as food,

You survived and ruled the scene as king of kings
Melodies inter woven with chorus to sing,
All songs crowned with fame of jewels and diamond,
World was fascinated as newest star was found

Does the poverty play an important role to shape the destiny?
Is it compelling a `person to rise in revolt and stage the mutiny?
Or is there any way to stage peaceful demonstration?
Prove true to self and rise to the occasion

He lead peaceful march in the filed of music
His voice and dance created a magic
He knew what good music is and it’s basic?
It was only devotion and not any trick

Great musicians and artists meet with tragic end
Fame and name is not accepted in good spirit by friends
They easily fall victims to their treachery and deception
This is very much realized from the inception

World may never have artist of such caliber in coming days
No one may have mastery or innovative ways
It was his masterly stroke that showed new horizons
People pray and adore him only for these reasons

He may fed away from our memory but not completely lost
So long music remains on earth he will be wanted most
He has enough contribution to the elevation of good music and dance
Everybody has valued his role for the time to come or at once

I salute to soul who has suffered a lot,
He was treasure hidden in pot,
Soul has departed with great pain in the end
He did his best to avoid controversy and tried to mend,

He has died with honor but not that of martyrs
Whole, world wept and shed the tears
How much agony and pain he bore
We have no other option left but simply to adore

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful Woman!

Beautiful like fresh flower,
Beautiful with rainbows in eyes,
Beautiful with shyness and smile,
beautiful woman!

Beautiful are the star like eyes
Deeper than deepest ocean,
Ocean of feelings and love,
Beautiful is that motherly heart!

Beautiful woman thy beauty is thy compassion,
Thy beauty is in patience and knowledge,
Thy beauty lies in flowerless lips with precious smile,

Beautiful woman, most abstract beauty,
Not that beauty felt by eyes
Nor that skin or hair,
Not that grace or style, beautiful woman,
you are the beauty!

Beautiful woman!
thy beauty shines
Moon in star studded sky,
Thy beauty flashes with every turn of your neck to the call of child,
like plant swing with
perfumed flower in the garden

When that beauty of heart beautifully expressed!
Where her beauty lies,
Is it in her body or mind,
Or is it in her heart soft and kind?
Who wants to get stick or bind,
That's why women race fast leaving wondering men behind!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Patrick Colum

He penned 'The Old Woman Of The Roads' and 'A Cradle Song'
And to Ireland's best lyricists he surely belong
And his haunting ballad 'She Moved Through The Fair'
With any song ever written is one to compare.

And though to the reaper the poet has long gone
His best poems and lyrics will always live on
He sure was a master of the wordsmith trade
Poets like him are born they cannot be made.

The name of Patrick Colum is a memorable name
Even in his own lifetime he did know great fame
The beauty in his verses is for all to see
A man of great talent who penned great poetry.

Many of his poems are good but his best poems are great
And with the best of Eire he is one to rate
And even in death his fan club does grow
Most lovers of poetry a song or poem of Colum's know.

A legend in death and in his own lifetime
Patrick Colum one who penned quite memorable rhyme
His wonderful gift with the World he did share
A poet of the people and his type are rare.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Parting ways

“Go back to your parent’s house” husband shouted
I couldn’t believe ears at the words spoken with hatred
“Dear, calm down “what is all about and what is the matter
I tried to regain composure but failed and couldn’t utter

He was boiling for the days but not in position to hide
He had chosen suicidal course with two horses to ride
He was in dilemma where to go and how to confide?
Very strange situation for a person to take a side

Bees go from one flower to another for collection of food
Female bees stay at hone to take care of in good mood
What she has to do other than looking after them well
Not fully aware that life is going to prove living hell

Nature has given same quality of deceit in all the insects
It is prevalent in all kind of animals too as matter of fact
We are intelligent human being but still perform same act
Come to hasty conclusion immediately and violently react

I was not surprised at all at his anger and out burst
I was quick enough to catch his nerves and new at first
He was finding quick ways to get rid of at the outset
Stage was set by him to shunt and make me off set

It was easy on his part to sacrifice me for other woman
He wanted to assert in his domain as powerful man
He forgot to realize it is woman behind man that counts
Everything else becomes secondary when problem mounts

I had to brace myself and prepare for future eventualities
Women are considered as weak and poor in qualities
When times comes to act, woman accepts challenges
It is mild and caring heart that takes on and manages

Why not man folk understand that woman is powerful ally?
She can prove herself for anything and can’t be silly
she is not just good at bed or pawn in his game
she can prove worthy mother too and not duck lame

does outer beauty only need attention and recognition?
Is beautiful face and sensual overtures enough for ignition?
Does the long attachment and loyalty offer no solution?
If this is realized sooner or later it will be then great revolution

let my example be taken as sounding measure
there may be bubbles or short lived fissures
we may survive the forced domain of men folks
with honor and dignity we may proudly walk

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Friend named Sahar

O, dear Sahar, Sahar, < Sahar
You are so close still very far
I can't reach you by car
Bur I can see you in bright star

I can’t hear your voice in ear
You can' be seen throughout the year
I still feel you are here
Your fading memory bring in tears

I enjoy and don’t fear
I love to last with and bear
You breathe slowly but I feel it near
Is it so because you are so dear?

You are like upcoming star
You may shine from distance and look very far
It may matter very less or nothing
I find your message encouraging and something

Listen to what others say
You may find the way
I remember Sahar from that very day
She came to me in the form of ray

She was thousands of miles away and opposite the bay
What a memorable exchange it was on that day?
I would love to cherish in golden memory
It will bring on fore all cheers and no sorry

I may not see Sahar again or be able to find
Gesture on her part find unique and kind
You had put your little step just forward
I always prayed you should never fall backward

I see in Sahar bright future and reward...
I have nothing but few words as award
I feel so much warmth and great feeling
I wish her poetic skill to reach new scaling

*S A H A R …is..emerging poetess

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Vincent Van Gogh

As innocent as Vincent was, the world had its effect,
Yet he survived so long because his soul chose to reflect.
For Nature called him to the field where wheat was known to swirl
And Vincent saw great truths revealed in every twist and curl.
As diligent as Vincent dreamed his vivid dreams each night,
He couldn't match the sun that streamed vivacious golden light,
Nor could he match the stars that shone their silver diamond specks,
Until the dawn with darkness gone, when stars go on their treks.
As patiently as Vincent cared, his heart as good as gold,
So rarely were his paintings shared, esteemed, cherished or sold,
Yet he was loath to quit his craft, that stirred his very soul.
He felt the scorn when others laughed, yet yearned to keep control.
As preciously as Vincent's art was hailed beyond his death,
How sad each artist has to be part and breathe his final breath.
How sad to suffer poverty, an outcast, nothing more.
Yet beauty is his legacy, no artist can ignore.
Take note, therefore, of Vincent's life, his tragic treasure trove.
The fiercest fight against his strife, how valiantly he strove.
Each artist has his Everest, the cold, cool ice to climb,
Yet Vincent leaves each heart impressed and that is quite sublime...

Denis Martindale, copyright December 2010.

poem by Denis Martindale
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The Choices...

he never wished
to be just another contributor
of ugliness
to this world,
in fact, he
wants to be another
great artist
to convert all trash
into a beautiful
magnum opus
to cover all shit
in one huge can
and bury it on
earth
to hide all evil
back in Pandora's box

obviously, another
mission impossible

it is easier this way
let shit be shit
and let beauty be beauty

let them thrive
and let us see who wins
this drive

meanwhile, let us sit
and relax,
we shall just be the
gods and
if not
at least be judges
or jury
or

just another garbage
collector.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rough Ride

The path of love is rarely smooth
but love can obstacles surmount.
True love will find a way to soothe.
Objections which it can’t remove,
pitfalls too numerous to count.
The path of love is rarely smooth
These words I say are simple truth.
An old adage which I recount.
True love will find a way to soothe
With the resilience of youth
if you should fall you will remount.
The path of love is rarely smooth.
You know just what you have to prove
and play your cards to good account.
True love will find a way to soothe
Though you have hurt feelings, forsooth
a lesser or a great amount.
True love will find a way forsooth
the path of love is rarely smooth.

11-Jul-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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What Else Can?

Beauty of Nature makes all love much;
Natural beauty has a special value ever;
Beauty of flower influences love sure....!

Beauty of sea, sky, misty mounts absorb all!
Cascading water fall of Niagara is lovely ever!
Peaceful snow mountains of Himalayas is blissful!

Height of Everest and depth of Pacific are exquisite!
Half setting sun and half rising moon are ever a wonder!
Seas and oceans with such beauty are wonder par excellence!

Colourful butterflies hopping from flower to flower
Surely reflect angels of heaven on earth forever!
Oyster with white pearl is flower unique of sea ever!

If such beautiful Nature does not kindle love, what else can?
If you fail to love such beauty, your life is a great waste sure!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Beauty Of Love!

Beauty reflects in the behaviour and performance;
Beauty lives in loving care, kind words, gentle act;
Outward love is the index of inner beauty of soul!

Beauty thrives on art, music and poetry forever;
Natural beauty reflects the beauty of God ever;
Beautiful music reflects voice of God beautiful!

Beauty, music and love are where heaven exists
Making life ever enjoyable to live on the Earth with
Colourful Sky, birds and flowers as back ground!

Morning Sunrise with birds singing to wake one
The day begins with beauty and joy to see again
Beautiful happenings of day's work to satisfaction!

Evening Moon-rise preceding Stars in the night Sky
Twinkling as diamond jewels is beauty eternal to peace!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Same coin

I wondered and gazed through window
Nature’s wonder appeared in the form of rainbow
Countless thoughts just crossed the mind
How many wonders one can see and find?

Rain just stopped making sky so deep and dark
Calm prevail at night with solitary dog’s bark
What a lovely scene one could see and rejoice?
Bow head in respect with speechless voice

Slowly emerges the disappearance of dark soon
Silver rays come out with glitter from the face of moon
Seems it is beautiful lady waiting for somebody
One can easily notice anxiety with movement of body

Lovely beauty reflecting in her nightwear
Nature too reflects glory and simply bear
Stars too shine with smile and little twinkle
Wind blows slowly making little sound and smile

Such coincidence rarely be seen or exist
Invitation from beautiful lady remains and insists
Acceptance of love and simple recognition
Not providing excuses for any ignition

Nature may not remain cruel for long
Emergence of day light with sweet song
One can’t remain aloof and go wrong
We got to be a part and go along

Nature never deserts or leaves you alone
With calm weather or powerful cyclone
Beauty and nature two represent same side
Affection, kind heart and spectrum so wide

We can’t be indifferent to nature and beauty
Respect and preference should always be our duty
It is no secret that beauty and nature move together
One should not think unnecessarily and bother

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nude Model

I gaze upon her nakedness.
regard it with an artist’s eye.
A woman nature chose to bless
with beauty which would satisfy
Criteria which men devise
in their attempts to classify.
What is most pleasing to their eyes.
With flying colours easily.
I see her as a work of art
a subtle blend of lines and curves
and changing flesh tones which impart
A beauty which appeals to me
both as an artist and a man
I must portray as best I can.

30-Mar-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Tell Her, I AM

Tell her, I AM how beautiful you are
show her how to find your glory
in just one bright shining star

Send love in things that are bizarre
and peace in what is gory
tell her, I AM how beautiful you are

Let her know her life so far
is a truly great love story
in just one bright shining star

As she drinks the nectar
and fights off Satan's fury
tell her, I AM how beautiful you are

Remain her Lord - protect her
from every kind of worry
in just one bright shining star

As she grows helpless in a sector
and forgets momento mori
tell her, I AM how beautiful you are
in just one bright shining star

poem by Michelle Lowrie
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