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Miles to go

Don’t frown upon my poems?
They are all dear and gems,
I don’t adore but donate,
Give it to others but not narrate,

I cerate them in days light,
Win the war without any fight,
Never to assert authority or right,
No goal less life but with vision and sight,

Where does poems take you?
Near to God and near to THOU,
It is not simple expression of words,
Planted by HIM and blessings from LORDS,

So I go all out for its truest presentation,
Nothing leaves behind for any question,
It is simple form of expression,
Not invading in domain with any aggression,

I wish you could walk and think,
Come along with when I sink,
Your blessings will encourage or instill,
I have miles to go and work unfinished still.

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh So Simple Question

I have a question
I have a simple thought
I am the border obsession
I am the clever, the taught

You have my aggression
You have a complication
You are an angry expression
You are the unheard conversation

We have a serious problem
Something simple yet trying
You understand, you look solemn
You know exactly what question I’m implying

Now concentrate, ask it now
Your eyes beg not to be told
Tell it now, but tell it how?
How to tell this question I hold

Wait! Look at your eyes
Now desperate to know
The question I hide
The question I knew not long ago

NO! I no longer remember
The simple question I wanted to ask
That cold day, in that snowy December
Oh how I hate this shy mask

Maybe I will once again
Think of a simple question
Whilst I walk down memory lane
Maybe, one day, you will hear my confession

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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I Am My Poem

When you see me,
you see my poems.
For when i breath, i breath out ballads.
But vers libre express my heart.

Should i write in complicated
and rhythmic words to make
my poems deep and beautiful?
My life is complicated already.

Should i write in simple and
enticing words to make
my poems attractive?
My life is not that simple.

Like stream to the river
down to the sea,
so is my poems from my
soul to my spirit down to my body.

You may disapprove me
but come and take a walk
within my soul and see if
you can live there for a moment.

So when i write, must i
invite you to read.
Read if you want to.
I write because the chamber
of soul finds relieve.

poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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All I Can Do Is Write Poems

ALL I CAN DO IS WRITE POEMS

All I can do is write poems
I have nothing else to say-
Only what Poetry alone can give
The expression of the soul
The deepest feeling we have
Whatever is in us and hurts the most
And needs most to be said.
All I can do in pain is write poems
But when the gladness comes?
When the happiness returns?
I will try too to to find words
For what is unsayable.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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An interest for nature

I have profound interest for nature
The whole world can see a lot more and future
I was damn curious about its impact for sure
More and more peope can be taken or be lured

Who can claim are is dead and can’t be revived?
The nature can be protected and survived
The art form of presentation thorugh words
A clear road ahead for looking forward

The beautiful seasons with lot of messages
The plants and trees laden with fruits for all ages
It is sourceof new aspiration for poets to compose
It is question faith and duty to repose

The natue may catch our imagination
Provide all impetus for words expression
Is it not time to come out of stem root?
Easy and free walk on lawn with bare foot

Everything is natural and unique
You can’t make stories or cook
It is felt and realized internally
The fact is recognized internationally

We may term it as pure imagery
It is heart and soul or mixture of both to poetry
It is clerence and nod for our entry
It is realization of feeling and not mystery

Let it not be made laughable academical
Nothing should be added to make it comical
It is purest form of prayers through words
All sincerity and truthfulness to dear lords

The words are more powerful than sharp edge
It has no language barrier or any age
It can come out at any time and at any place
It is purely a coincidence and not simple race

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At The Beginning.........

created in a simple form with a simple purpose
to enjoy what is given and live in a simple ways
where each gift is given according to each one
needs

leaves, creator to walk in the paradise, where
everything is almost heaven to take, worries,
anxiety, pain, and suffering is not a experienced
to remember

gives all of what is life in the heaven's park, a will
that is freely given, the will to pro-creates, to
judge, to live and the authority to save all of what
is living

now is to die of what makes every living live a
time to go and see, believe, and forward, every
precious moment to feel the special time, the
remembrance of every start

a simple beginning, where everybody leaves every
soul to a simple return....

poem by Antonio Liao
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Poems About Poems About Poems

Poems about poems about poems-
More poems and more poems and more poems-
Poems poems poems poems poems-
How many poems?
How much poetry
Until there is no poetry at all?

But only 'words' and 'words' and 'words'
Until one goes far away
Where there was never a poem before-
And suddenly hears
“Let there be Light”.

And Poetry perhaps
Is born again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Let's Leave The 'Poems' Without Metaphors

LET’S LEAVE THE ‘POEMS’ WITHOUT METAPHORS

Let’s leave the ‘poems’ without metaphors
Bare and stark and original
Quiet and sleeping and still
The soothing poems the calming poems
The poems that even in the middle of the night
Let us sleep.
Let’s leave the poems without metaphors
And go back to the simple words
And let them say all they can by themselves
Until they become metaphors too.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Oh The Poems And More Poems

OH THE POEMS AND THE MORE POEMS

Oh the poems and the more poems
The wonderful poems I am writing all the time
God has given me this gift
And when I wait in the right way
And when I listen to myself properly
The poems come in ways I could never have thought of or imagined before
They come as mysteries as gifts as surprises
As wonderful to me as perhaps to you their possible readers
Oh the poems and the more poems
The wonderful poems God has given me
And the light of this day and so many other days, also.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poems Have Lost Their Way

THE POEMS HAVE LOST THEIR WAY

The poems have lost their way-
They have become simple statements of feeling,
Flat and plain
Dull and one- dimensional.
The poems have become non- poetic,
And yet I write them still.
For what do I have now in writing
But my poetry?
And who knows if they do not
In their simple way
Say something to others
Meaningful to them?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Blessings

Written by teddy gentry, randy owen, ronnie rogers, greg fowler
I satnd here lookin up at the starts tonight, how can one man have somuch in
Life
As I look around me, what a picture it paints, Im muchmore than lucky, i
Oughta give my thanks
Theres food on the table, a log on the fire, and in my womans eyes theres
Love and desire
The blessings, sent from above, oh, the blessings, a life full of love
When I look around I can see, all thats been given me, so ilift my eyes up
To the sky
I wanna give my, my, my, my, my thanks for the blessings
Sometimes I fall asleep at the end of the day and I forget to thank you, im
Ashamed to say
But as I lay m down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
I know you can hear me here on earth, thank you for giving me more than i
Deserve
The blessings, sent from above, oh, the blessings, a life full of love
When I look around I can see, all thats been given me, so ilift my eyes up
To the sky
cause I wanna give my, my, my, my, my thanks for the blessings
Blessings, when I look around, I can see, all thats been given me
So, I lift my eyes up to the sky, cause I wanna give my, my, my, my, my
Thanks for the blessings
The blessings, oh, the blessings

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A run out player

That precious time may run out
It may result in complete route
Still so much is left in store
All my works to be admired and adored

I have love for rhyme
Synchronies it with space and time
I shall prefer only sunny side
The horizon is open and wide

Let me what I am
Not to be decided by them
I shall rule the hearts of people
My creation will always tell

It may echo all over
All areas to cover
The spreading of good message
Smooth sailing with clear passage

They are simple words
It has blessings from the lords
They have come as it has to
Each word is clear and true

Who shall come forward and say?
What preference I should have in way?
I shall sing in the way I could
It is always for me thought for food

I have openly advocated
In thoughts also not sugar coated
It is through clear vision and sight
I had seen the path with light

Not all may agree
They are all free
The flowers may boom in spring
Birds and bees may silently sing

It shall ring with music
It may be life time music
I shall vow to come back again
The lost position and pride to regain

I shall watch from distance
Eyes may close at once
Some one may ring in ear
I would love some words to hear

In no time I shall be no more
The poems may remain forever
At some stage they open the page
I shall then come out of the cage

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only Desire Will Not Work

Only desire will not give good start
Feel from inner depth and start
Poetry and emotions start with tears
That speaks of your anguish to bear

Make those feeling to be heard in words
Do nothing and wait for blessings from the lord
Words have powerful impact
That makes you to cry with skill and art

You need no pen and paper
That may be like words on water
It may go away with one fresh wave
Nothing will remain in mind for others to behave

Inject emotions that must look real
Undergone with sufferings while making deal
It may then be felt by others same as you
This is principle when you are writing true

You need not ask how they feel about poems
Let it come in form of few words by them
Simple acceptance of facts may certainly make the space
You may then have satisfaction with bright shine on face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Have Written Many Poor Poems

I have written many poor poems
That may not be poems at all -
They are single in dimension
Prose
In short lines of seemingly poetic form-

They do not call for their rereading
They are not difficult in ambiguities-

They seem to me only one simple clearly understood thing-

Like this poem

They can be understood at once
And forgotten soon after.

I have written many poor poems
That may not be poems at all

And this is another one.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Critics Have Appeared

critics have appeared
in these cyber times
hunting for poems
and passing wise words
on poems they swallow in seconds
and whose comments are like puke;
and whose own gems of poems when you seek
it turns out, they have not published any
at the very poetry portals where they pass such magnificent judgment…

O Ye Critics who hunt for poems
come back another day
when you have poems some of your very own…

poem by Raj Arumugam
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My Words

the art of expression
is what my words are penned down upon
the will of wisdom
and the essence of freedom
to bounce like a king kong
on the ping pong

glad or sad, is from within each or any
stanza of my words
from the top of my head
to the deep end of the membrane under my melanin skin
to the sensory nerves of my brain
coiled upon an ancient pane

my words,
that which mirrors my sense of thought and feeling,
that with an ancestor
that which the blood of my people
was shed for; just so simple
but my words are royal
because ‘am loyal
like an induna
and vocal
to usher-in a focal
point of the meaning of my words.

my needs
and deeds
have a lord
on board
to code my words
and shield my soul from the imp’s sword.

my words are so very simple
to understand
and overstand
‘t was my words
that kept the birds
away from the heads
of my corn
for i was born
and sworn
to live a life upon

my words are so very easy to grasp
the fewer that discern
the nobler i become
I need not to wonder
and ponder
over yonder
for such is unknown to you
and therefore you have no knowledge of me
nor are you, about my words

yes! my words is what i like
to write
for i write
what i like
to strike
a balance between
the psyche
and the mic

such is my words,
the art of penning down what is from
the mind
and rewind
to remind
my words to decide
my words

such is my words,
the art of expression
against deception
but inception
and intersection
of my words

i now tell you that
my words are the words from the art
that which i chat
to match what my heart
tells me; roger that
the art of expressing the knack of expression; my words!

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Hall Of Kings

It is just bubble
Out from water to create trouble
May last soon
May be in night or after noon

Keep baggage ready
Move ahead and keep space steady
Ground may be slippery
Walk freely with no worry

Loose no sight
As you may be wrong or right
You got to face and fight
Wait for no darkness but only light

Just wish and say 'good bye'
But with an attempt and earnest try
Not to be marred by ill wish
But with blessings for good finish

You may be gone all of sudden
No one may remember you even
So earn what ever in form of blessings
You shall be put in 'hall of kings'

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Relics Now

Gentle poems
Simple rhymes

Relics now
Of bygone times

Gentle words
Simple phrases

Of temperate times…
Pleasant places

Whispered phrases
Words I like

Soft sighed goodbyes
Like crystals in the night

Out of date
Behind the times

My gentle poems
My simple rhymes

Relics now...
Of simpler times

poem by David Whalen
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Perhaps My Poems Have Already Been Written

PERHAPS MY POEMS HAVE ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN

Perhaps my poems have already been written
Perhaps it is all now senseless repetition
Perhaps I should just stop
And go on if I can to some other form of writing
God gives us what we have
We strive to go beyond ourselves
We can to a certain point
But then we have done what we have done
We can live a million years more
And write a million more poems
But what we have to write
Is done
Perhaps my poems have already been written
And small and poor and awkward as they are
Less than the truest poetry
They are what I have and am
Good-bye myself
I cannot go home.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Humanities Long March To Freedom

simple words of faith love hope
may not be simple to clear write
long might be days nights writing
sacrifices necessary to give birth
to simple noble words on blank page
words to inspire faith love hope
words of ideals dreams sincerity
wonder reborn in blessings hoped

aspired to lantern lamps are lit
by day by night who will sage
come to honour to join illustrious
freedom marches in humanities
long march to freedom choices
long is the list of freedom lovers
come swell ranks seeking liberty
reclaim free will for own actions

poem by Terence George Craddock
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How Do You Write Poetry

There is a question I am often asked,
of which I have no answer for at all.
The question is a simple one,
how do you write poetry?
To be honest I haven’t got a clue.
With me the words just trickle out
one after the other,
if they rhyme that is great
and if they don’t, I just scratch my head.
I cannot tell anyone how to write,
for me it’s just a natural thing.
I write almost everything,
novels, short stories, poems and songs.
I have even written a couple of plays,
but that was a long, long time ago.
However to tell anyone how to write,
I would not know where to begin.
The answer I give to the question is simple;
write whatever you like good or bad.
It’s yours and be proud of it
no matter what anyone else has to say.
The more you write the better you will get.
However, the most important thing
that you should always remember and that is
that you write, write, and write!

9 November 2011

poem by David Harris
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