Nice to see you
"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine
I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended
I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things
She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future
How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled
You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed
It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence
You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try
As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality
I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold
People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thank you a lot
I learnt it from nature
Despite harming so much for sure
"I bow head with respect"
To forgive us all for mad act
I thank almighty for providing precious life
Along with resolve to stay with lots of strife
Always waiting for good to happen
Despite all chances of no success even
I breathe in amidst uncertain moment
Thank nature for providing nice movement
To feel its pulse of its great act
What else can be felt in return as fact?
We can only thank in terms of gesture
That is goodness of human being for sure
We can reciprocate and recognize
If everything is understood as wise
Be calm and quiet while responding
Because that directly reflects and corresponds
Your inner soul action and feeling on face
Face lines are read in all the cases
Eyes go down in recognition
"Words are not sufficient reflection"
"I wish to speak something more"
It just weaves the thoughts and really adore
Such is the meaning of "Thank you"
It must convey feeling and look true
Merely saying "thank you" may look casual
Each time it may be spoken as lines from an individual
Lots of burden is removed when conveyed
The gratitude felt from inside and relayed
The receiver may too felt its impact
To feel real worth and graciousness of act
Thank all when you feel something good is done
Not to you but your friend and heart is won
This is the only gesture that costs nothing
But in return you earn a good will wish for something
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On line
"How are you one line" I spoke to a friend
You are dead for many years and again you are at telephone end
"I heard the same about you, how come you as ghost here"
He will delightedly reply and we may joke for hours
It is always good to remain in contact
Personally it helps to change attitudinal act
You disclose to a friend all troubling facts
He may sometimes come to help and set
"Can you please put him on line" I called on
"No, you can't and they gently hung on'
I dialed again to receive a voice in tears
It proved my worst compounded fears
I had not seen him for days and months
Some solitary though struck to my mind for his possible death
I brushed aside such rubbish idea and rested
But here news proved correct and my patience was tested
I nearly broke down at tragic news
He was dead for weaks and known to only few
I was in dark and felt tremendous shock
He was on pilgrimage and had suffered massive stroke
I felt restless and thought about limitation of existence
How much we fight and struggle to make felt our presence
Life winds up without a moments notice and person is no more
We can only feel bad rest of the time and remain very sore
We are human being and as such care for with attachment
Dear ones are always at heart and remain part of daily movement
Not a day passes without them and we share all our happiness
This is real story of our life and we grieve losses on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Contented Man
"How good God is to me," he said;
"For have I not a mansion tall,
With trees and lawns of velvet tread,
And happy helpers at my call?
With beauty is my life abrim,
With tranquil hours and dreams apart;
You wonder that I yield to Him
That best of prayers, a grateful heart?"
"How good God is to me," he said;
"For look! though gone is all my wealth,
How sweet it is to earn one's bread
With brawny arms and brimming health.
Oh, now I know the joy of strife!
To sleep so sound, to wake so fit.
Ah yes, how glorious is life!
I thank Him for each day of it."
"How good God is to me," he said;
"Though health and wealth are gone, it's true;
Things might be worse, I might be dead,
And here I'm living, laughing too.
Serene beneath the evening sky
I wait, and every man's my friend;
God's most contented man am I . . .
He keeps me smiling to the End."
poem by Robert William Service
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To a Friend... I Shall Never Forget...
The first day I came to this school
I felt totally and completely alone
No one approached to say hi to me
I felt like I was entirely invisible and unknown
But then a light from heaven came to me
And asked me what my name was
And there came the first feeling of friendship
You were the greatest and best because
You were my friend
When I had no one else to talk too
You were my buddy
I felt the friendship between us was true
You treated me very kindly
And was incredibly nice to me
I knew that you were a gift from God
And you were the one who made me see
The true meaning of friendship
And the real feeling of devotion and care
You were the one I knew
That was and still is there
You were always there when needed help
And when I needed some comfort to engulf me
Instead of telling me I don’t know what to do
You talk to me and tell me what a greater person I can be
I know I am a better person
And that’s because of you my truly and best friend
I definitely know that I will remember this
Forever to by which shall never end
You have a great and a very polite personality
That is everyone’s wish to become
And you have achieved in your life
And had most certainly and definitely won
You are a role model to me
And I absolutely look up to you
A friend I shall always respect
A friend that is a-hundred-percent true
You are –my friend
a dream come true
A friend that I shall always remember
And I will never ever find a friend like you.
poem by Marria Attar
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Job Interview
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife
He would have written sonnets all his life?
DON JUAN, III, 63-4
"Where do you see yourself five years from now?"
the eldest male member (or is "male member"
a redundancy?) of the committee
asked me. "Not here," I thought. A good thing I
speak fluent Fog. I craved that job like some
unappeasable, taunting woman.
What did Byron's friend Hobhouse say after
the wedding? "I felt as if I had buried
a friend." Each day I had that job I felt
the slack leash at my throat and thought what was
its other trick. Better to scorn the job than ask
what I had ever seen in it or think
what pious muck I'd ladled over
the committee. If they believed me, they
deserved me. As luck would have it, the job
lasted me almost but not quite five years.
Anonymous submission.
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Separation Of Difference
Woman you are powerful…
In two ways…your strength…
Which makes you rare and unique…
And your womanhood…
Whatever else is added is all good…
There is a high road…
There is a low road…
Both have equal travel…
That is why strength matters…
For whoever land you may stand…
Be it woman of man…
You must show your best…
Let no one quest…or…
Request…
You my sweet, sweet (Lady) you are a (Northern Light) …
Who has taken flight with no plight…
View your might as well…
It's your womanhood…Ooooo…
"That Lady Be"…would…could…
Should…only if she wish…
To become someone's dish…
Remember (WOMAN) you are two-fold…
I reckon twice as nice…meaning hell…
On wheels…
Whatever the deal…
Never get stolen…
Or accidentally swollen…
"YOU ARE GOLDEN"…in every way…
That is what the ONE in the heaven say…
(Night or day…fun or play) ...
Yes, …is only no…when you say so.
For a friend name Lili
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Always to greet with...
Always to greet with "good morning "and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish
I said to friend "what is there in morning and evening? "
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining
I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while
Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased
One of my friend lives far but always closer to heart
I feel as if she is inseparable and dominant part
Whenever we meet some pleasant exchanges are made
But not revealing each others mind as secret trade
I have named her "oldie" but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen
She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing
She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action
She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Friend's Husband
Is a Republican in the worst sense
Of the word; but she remains a
Diligent Independent to give both
Of their sons, 'both' sides of the
Common sense thought process of
Their mother and the ‘they-say'
Mindless nonsense of the dad.
My friend's husband is focused
On 'losing' without a thought of
Winning, to the good of all who are
Concerned; "One Nation, under God,
With liberty and justice for all."
Now, my friend's husband's heart
'Gets it', and always has, but his
Dumb-Ass, misguided loyalties have
Kidnapped his brain, and his mouth
Always belies it's heart-felt core,
That gets drown in ‘one more beer'.
In other words, my friend's husband
Is another 'good' father and spouse
Who would rather be led than lead.
I can write a poem that illuminates,
And my friend's husband can read.
We both need to vote what our heart
Tells us to - truthfully.
No, concentrate on the "to the good
Of ALL concerned, " line, not the
"Dumb-Ass" part.
2012
Jim Boone, US Poet Laureate nominee
A Deed Of A Friend....
A friend in need is a friend in deed, it is said;
A friend capable of helping by deed is needed.
There are many lip service friends everywhere;
Sans requesting and talk a friend should know
What another friend needs to be done in work!
“If you do this I will do that” is not nice of a friend;
This is done in business friendship but not in life.
This kind of business attitude is not long to follow;
That kind of friendship is not for long to continue.
Friend means one should be ready for anything!
A real friend does everything out of love for another;
That kind of friend is the need of a good friend here.
That friend does all for his friend to come up soon
And there lies real friendship lasting forever anywhere!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Compensation Pete
He used to say: There ain't a doubt
Misfortune is a bitter pill,
But if you only pry it out
You'll find there's good in every ill.
There's comfort in the worst of woe,
There's consolation in defeat . . .
Oh what a solace-seeker! So
We called him Compensation Pete.
He lost his wealth - but was he pipped?
Why no - "That's fine," he used to say.
"I've got the government plumb gypped -
No more damn income tax to pay.
From cares of property set free,
And with no pesky social ties,
Why, even poverty may be
A benediction in disguise."
He lost his health: "Okay," he said;
"I'm getting on, may be the best.
I've always loved to lie abed,
And now I have the right to rest.
Such heaps o' things I want to do,
I'll have no time to fret or brood.
I'll read the dam ol' Bible through:
Guess it'll do me plenty good."
He has that line of sunny shine
That makes a blessing of a curse,
And he would say: "Don't let's repine,
Though things are bad they might be worse."
And so he cherished to the end
Philosophy so sane and sweet
That everybody was his friend . . .
With optimism hard to beat -
God bless old Compensation Pete.
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Another Acrostic ( In the style of Father William )
"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said,
"Did you hear what I told you just now?
"Excuse me for shouting! Don't waggle your head
"Like a blundering, sleepy old cow!
"A little maid dwelling in Wallington Town,
"Is my friend, so I beg to remark:
"Do you think she'd be pleased if a book were sent down
"Entitled 'The Hunt of the Snark?'"
"Pack it up in brown paper!" the old man cried,
"And seal it with olive-and-dove.
"I command you to do it!" he added with pride,
"Nor forget, my good fellow to send her beside
"Easter Greetings, and give her my love."
poem by Lewis Carroll
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New Friend
You get overjoyed when find new friend
Like precious jewel from market at the end
Same can happen in your real life too as fine catch
When you find a friend with equal caliber and match
We are brought very close even though stay very far
The time zones push us to see day or with night stars
One such great friend greeted me with big smile
I was happy to receive him with earnest meanwhile
I felt too small before such talented writer
She seemed to me a gifted and talented fighter
As I too belonged to literary world
She must have felt delight to have me in her fold
As customary approach, it was nice exchange and pleasantries
It is all needed and necessary
We need someone to share our world and news
As it may bring us to some understanding with views
“We are all human with so many errors
It can’t be hidden in mirrors
Those reflections may speak very clear”
I was going so near by making it clear
I found her equally amazing with words
They were razor sharp and like edge of sword
Not sharp to kill a person with sharpness
But bravely clearing point on the face
This was drawing us closer
There were many good posers
It was all shared with tremendous respect and joy
I was gifted with very good Sunday to enjoy
This is how once gets to know the world across
It is like lightening force
That may spark around and may be seen
Lovely thing to enjoy and movably seen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Expostulation and Reply
"Why, William, on that old grey stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
"Where are your books?--that light bequeathed
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
"You look round on your Mother Earth,
As if she for no purpose bore you;
As if you were her first-born birth,
And none had lived before you!"
One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply:
"The eye--it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where'er they be,
Against or with our will.
"Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.
"Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum
Of things for ever speaking,
That nothing of itself will come,
But we must still be seeking?
"--Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,
Conversing as I may,
I sit upon this old grey stone,
And dream my time away,"
poem by William Wordsworth
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Dear Old Friend
Dear old friend,
How far back does your memory span?
does it go through last year?
or before marching band?
Do you remember nail fights
do you remember seeing me cry?
do you remember not seeing me after
do you remember understanding why?
Do you remember cuddle puddles?
Do you remember the tickle war?
do you remember stealing my stuff
and then trying to get back from you on the floor?
Do you remember when you were to high to stand?
do you remember me being there until i could be sure you were okay?
do you remember competitions we went to
playing a rigged game of cards along the way?
do you remember how much fun we had?
do you remember when it ended?
when nome left and things fell apart
making us do things that offended?
I remember
I remember a time when I was at peace
I remember being happy all the time
i remember your hugs
that always felt sublime.
I remember our friendship
I remember what you said
I remember this year that
is now gone and quite dead
oh my dear old friend
what has happened in this year?
what has made things change so
that I am not considered by you a peer?
well there is little
more for me to say
now that I'm done
I'll go away
just think about
the things said here
and know at least
I still hold you dear
My dear old friend
poem by Jack Harris
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Friend on line
My poetess friend is on line
Would love for poems to find day's shine
I was really impressed for keen interest
It was in general for best interest
A publisher is good link for purpose
Whole trust is to be put and reposed
I was falling to her proposal
It was new bond waiting for revival
She was touching heart and coming near
I too had had nice feeling of love and dear
I named her "Kajol"* as she had told me once
She was sure of having some resemblance
I told her name to appear in preface
Another mask for putting on face
She was anxious for being her in preface
I found some keen interest with feeling trace
She was thee making inroad
Heavily riding on mind with immense load
I was sinking with her brilliance
She was sure there to show up with intelligence
"She will buy it first" confident was her reply
I was hell bent to go her near by
She had consented to appear on the face of book
I disbelieved it and unwillingly allowed head to shake
The poems had touched 3000 mark
It was lovely beginning and good start
She was there to praise and take stock
I was waiting for some ticks from the clock
I was in fact growing old
But kept approach very bold
It is necessary to feel young at heart
Poetry is such good form of an art
She was quick at my back
Posted questions about what is at stake
Life is not simple like cake
It has to be honest and not fake
I wondered at her philosophy
She was plain but as if blessed by almighty
Right from day one she had clear vision
Not much to be left behind as confusion
I wished her success and good start
She was coming up with part by part
Touching simple way and putting across
I was very much happy and felt at no loss
Kajol… Indian famous actress
(To be concluded)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet V: Nothing But No
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?
No I am I, if I no more can have;
Answer no more, with silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave.
Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so;
Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."
poem by Michael Drayton
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Good Friends
(c. gantry, l. chera)
Feeling one anothers joy and sorrow
Dreams today may come true tomorrow
Good friends
Close together like theyre bookends
Feeling what the other one is feeling
They never seem to be without
Those little things to laugh about
Good friends
They have the kind of love
That only deepens
Its something that you rarely find worth keeping
Oh people even new ones come
Youre lucky if you find just one good friend
And we say goodbye
Knowing what we have will fade away
Well meet another time
Another day
My friend
Good friends
Their paths may never come together again
But in their hearts
Theyre on a road with no end
Where life will take us who can tell
Guess its time to say farewell
My friend
Good friends
You never will forget
Your good friends
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Lovely Laras
I exclaimed it as "saras, saras, and saras"*(beautiful)
She is my new friend Laras, Laras, Laras
She smiled back as I had promised
To write a poem on her and surprised
May be all good people are having same smile
To look at them inadvertently for a while
How can one look adult also and at the same time so innocent?
I saw it on her face very much present
She seems to be nice personality
A rare combination of human quality
Religious, pious as well as firm believer
In almighty for ever and forever
Her eyes are straight and piercing
Quiet intriguing and menacing
As if asking from a stranger
How one can well manage over anger?
Head is rested over hand
Thinking how to act and become friend
How to put trust on a man
Even though we need to trust as human
I am poet and know the face lines
It may deceive number of times
Yet I see in her as good humorist
Not only good human being but hidden artist
She has every reason to be good
As she has been blessed with food
It is said" good thoughts emerge from grain you eat"
So is the thought and you meet the good fate
You are never put into trouble
Your life journey is smooth and without struggle
You can smile for self and for others
As almighty has shower on you and orders
I would love to have those kinds of eyes
Which may speak without any specific try?
Normal people are afraid and feel shy
But here I need not ask any question for why
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love
"Trust love even if it brings sorrow.
Do not close up your heart."
"Ah no, my friend, your words are
dark, I cannot understand them."
"Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,
while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is
strong and abiding. Let sorrowful
love wake in your eyes."
"Ah no, my friend, your words are
dark, I cannot understand them."
"The lotus blooms in the sight of
the sun, and loses all that it has. It
would not remain in bud in the
eternal winter mist."
"Ah no, my friend, your words are
dark, I cannot understand them."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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My patience
I controlled my passion but could not
Tears forcefully contained but rolled out
I have strong will but failed this time
Attachment is such relation you fail sometimes
I had beautiful times good moments
I used to wait for him and remain present
He will sure come and close in
To embrace me and win
That was all good for me to find a friend
He had vowed to stay till the life end
I fell for him and vowed to stay together
He took my hand and promised not to bother
Today he is leaving me behind
Lone figure to wait and find
His fond memories and nice time
I hold my tears and think sometimes
What will he look like when come back?
Will our sweet life be at jeopardy or at stake?
What will he do if earned a lot fortune?
Will he maintain same relation with fine tune?
I slipped in to thoughtless dream
We had so far worked as team
He was to stand all the time by my side
As our horizon was vast and very wide
I wished him long and happy journey
I thought" it may be wish of almighty"
He is on the board of ship to cruise
To fulfill all the dreams and promises
I stayed at shore and witness
His ship sailing towards sea surface
Never ending and never disappearing
But sending me shock waves and fearing
I brush aside such thoughts
I wish all the good in life without being caught
It is part of the life and one must venture out for good
The philosophy of life must be clearly understood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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