Show Really Down
I feared a show down
With life of my own
Unmindful of universally known facts
That everything depended on act
As the sun was lowering
I felt as if it had intention of some offering
In the form of blessings
So far truly, in fact, was missing
The clouds seemed to have never tuned red
Changed scene from life to that of dead
Sometimes appeared as horse
And sometimes devil rushed with force
Its direct reflection on calm water
Created a long shadow and then altered
It created panic in my mind
I raised head toward sky to find
Was it pointer of an arrow?
Had to observe something and follow?
I got puzzled and looked towards sky
So much in confusion and asked why?
Clouds just threatened with thunder
Was I committing any blunder?
There appeared sign of shining cross in gold
So many thoughts crossed mind and told
There is hope in decline
One must strive for good line
Even hope to be build in sinking ship
Glimmer of hope should continue and never resort to weep
There was no upheaval on earth
There was no cyclone, earth quakes or any death
It was sign of divine appearance
One must consider himself to be lucky by chance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Show Down
I feared a show down
With life of my own
Unmindful of universally known facts
That everything depended on act
As the sun was lowering
I felt as if it had intention of some offering
In the form of blessings
So far truly, in fact, was missing
The clouds seemed to have never tuned red
Changed scene from life to that of dead
Sometimes appeared as horse
And sometimes devil rushed with force
Its direct reflection on calm water
Created a long shadow and then altered
It created panic in my mind
I raised head toward sky to find
Was it pointer of an arrow?
Had to observe something and follow?
I got puzzled and looked towards sky
So much in confusion and asked why?
Clouds just threatened with thunder
Was I committing any blunder?
There appeared sign of shining cross in gold
So many thoughts crossed mind and told
There is hope in decline
One must strive for good line
Even hope to be build in sinking ship
Glimmer of hope should continue and never resort to weep
There was no upheaval on earth
There was no cyclone, earth quakes or any death
It was sign of divine appearance
One must consider himself to be lucky by chance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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(to all poets) Head in the Clouds
My head was up in the clouds
No daylight to be found.
White and gray clouds covered my sight
I could not see for my mind was in flight.
I looked all around and all I could see
Was the clouds covering me.
I felt like I was in a plane
And all the passengers seeing the same.
So I know I’m not the only one
Who feels this way
Millions of people go through this
From day to day.
It doesn’t matter to you what
The others are going through
Just that it’s happening to you.
You don’t like this feeling
of being up in the air
And with others your thoughts
You can not share.
Is this a sign of dementia or Alzheimer’s
Disease, And can I set myself free.
They say “ the mind is a terrible thing to lose”
It is not something that we choose.
Will I forget my loved ones
And everything that’s around
Will I stumble and fall to the ground.
Right now we still have our faculties
But for how long will that be?
So let us continue to write while we can
For tomorrow we can not plan.
Write everything that you think
See and feel, for in the future
Your mind may reel.
Head up in the clouds? Who is to say.
Until the medical fields find a better way.
poem by Louis Rams
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Pisser
Lost all my friends pulling down my
Pants just to say hi and I'm still
Alive without a tan, Trippin, naked man,
Through the forest who like me
Has fallen right into a kind of grace
Drinking from a river of fine wine just
To ease my mind, then fell through
The hole I've made looking for a centre
In my life and just why I am
I woke iin the grass fascinated with
Moving water and the smell of my breath
Rampaging ants carry me to death or a last
Chance and a swing for the fence, instead I
Hit the bottom hard and wide looking for
Escape from the daylight and the passing time
Digging just to find someone like me
gets in the right line for the right ride
At just the right time, hoping it doesn't take
Too long to find a way
And I hope there's a sign
I hope that it leads me well
On the way
I hope there's a sign
And I hope I can read it right
I'm running on, over and lower
It's slow going half the time
I hope there's a sign
And I hope I can read it right
It seems I've had a lifelong headcold full
Of Negative, mindwarps and eclipsing suns
like hot air through my underwear while
Sitting in my chocolate chair at home...
It thrills me, turn the lights out and leave
Me alone
song performed by by I Mother Earth
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No appearance
The sun did not appear today
It appeared as if dark is going to stay
We have no no other means to find the way
Still there is hope and ray
Can I not see it through naked eye?
Can we not analyze and ask why?
Why can't we see the broad day light?
Do we have so vision or sight?
All celestial bodies perform their duty
This is only admirable thing with natural beauty
They do not pause for the moment and perform
We only remain ignorant and do not confirm
Our life may certainly be in dark
We may not be able to see light or spark
We have not noticed the abnormal happening
This was there well from the beginning
The black clouds emerge and threaten
They may down pour and flood even
We may have no chance to recover from shock
As we have failed to take note or stock
Always we claim to be simple human
Deserved to be pardoned as man or woman
We commit and err regularly but do not reform
Still we deserve o be blessed with good form
This is human tendency must prevail and be permanent
There is chance for recovery and improvement
We got to learn the lesson from past mistakes
Every time no cause should be advanced or staked
We tend to forget very easily
Go for any temptation readily
We are prepared to spend time on useless things
Though it know fact that it has to offer nothing
So despite clear light we live in dark
We fail to grasp and find no good start
We blame it on luck and nature
Where we are not sure of future
We need to observe it minutely
Though it may be realized lately
Still it is not to late to come to the sense
There is still no need to remain tense
We may take it lightly and ignore
We have lost the appetite to explore
We can hope and do more
There is enough to be done and awaiting in store
If nature do not commit any blunder
Why are we so casual and afraid of thunder?
We are not starved of any blessings
We must see and ensure of no missing
We shall come up with the change
It may be new start of the page
It is not late even at this stage
We may prove and definitely come of the age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Hope, hope?
Hope?
Never
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Unexpected
Dim looked the stars then disappeared
Behind the clouds pale moon appeared.
Like a damsel after a shower,
Combed hair on face lower.
The clouds passed the sky cleared,
The stars and moon again appeared.
As fairy moving away her hair,
Her face appeared so clean and fair.
Things looked calm the night waning,
The clouds gathered anew the planning.
A shawl the sky wore again,
The bitter breeze again began.
On chest of earth fell flakes of snow,
No dawn joy, no life's flow.
The trees and roofs were clothed in white,
Thus harsh became a pleasant night.
poem by Jahan zaib
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Earth And Sun
Darkness surrounded the earth,
No sign of life,
Nothing could be seen.
Suddenly shining stars appeared,
Earth received the light from th sun,
And there started the life.
Beautiful the earth looked,
With living organisms on it,
And it was noticed because of the sun's light.
Larger the sun grew as days passed,
Burned the earth with no mercy,
And at last earth itself was eaten by the sun.
poem by Melam Tashi Tamang
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No where to go
I continue to ponder and wonder
Could not find answer why clouds thunder?
Is it because of happiness and joy?
Indication of strategy …………..
Frightening sound on tree form clumsy owl,
Is it systematic retreat or unwanted withdrawal?
Is it not something unusual taking place at night?
Was it for supremacy or show of strength and might?
Whatever is happening really not good sign?
Preference should be more to stay calm and resign,
Why all indications not showing some form of enthusiasm?
Panic surface more and leading no where to realism,
When faced with such bad situation?
Inner conscious may revolt and faced with many questions,
Wisdom and innocence doesn’t augur and go well,
It seems all against as life proves living hell,
When you are facing danger with no such good luck,
Fate will be certain and people may duck
All moves backfired and resulting into zero,
Though you may be brave but never become hero,
Friends and relatives will leave and desert the scene,
Supposed to remain but will never be seen,
Avoiding contacts and not eager or keen,
Such situation you may face as you are in
I have learned a lot from setback or failure,
Met with defeat where success was sure,
How I take it coming and others assure?
Never to loose hope and make it doubly assure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In The Matrix Of Life
When one stair goes up the other goes down.
Its like finding a corner within a circle.
You think by using your mind yet your mind thinks by using you.
You become a perplex conundrum when in retrospect you just a 1+1 math sum.
You've stole your whole life just for a frivolous randsom.
Its like being wed to oneself and yet you sign a prenuptial.
Driving on a freeway that has a stop sign.
Divorcing your thoughts just to have a division within your own mind.
Moving on parrellel lines, you look across and see your own mime.
Its like looking through a mirror yet the reflection is the sky.
But when you look through water you see a reflection of life.
How often can a tree grow without a stem.
If you open your mind to the possiblities, you realize a fish can drown.
Its like the physics of trying to understand virus behaviour without a host.
Probably impossible and possibility probable.
We follow a certain route of life
A script and every line.
But, what happens when one starts to adlib?
You change the course of life, redirecting every aspect.
The A's start from Z
You have your car in reverse moving forward
With every door being a master lock to a key
Were the rain is the lightning you see
The sun orbits the earth
Whilst you watch your radio and listen to the tv
When you see, using your mind
But you realize its because of your mind you able to see
That's what happens when you live in the matrix of life.
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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What do eyes speak
What do eyes speak?
Trying to sneak?
Taking me to peak?
Making me weak?
Is it trick?
Am I sick?
Nothing of that sort
She has control and support
Can anchor the ship and take at port
Hopefully can maintain cordial relation with rapport
So kind and can never think to retort?
Good to find in her nice resort
What you want to convey?
I am at total dismay
As if left at bay
Hope and ray
A good day
Nice and curly
Spread so beautifully
Teeth too bright and shining
Remind me of very good evening
Dark clouds with thunder and hidden silver linings
Let it stay as it is
Not to touch or tease
Let her be calm and at ease
Let me see and observe silence with peace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wrong on The Way
We find nothing wrong on the way
If that is chosen carefully to keep away
From all kind of ills and with good intent
There is nothing more or less to repent
We are not put to harassment in any way
We are not driven away or kept at bay
It is destined path and decided much in advance
You will have to cross it any time at once
It is made easier with lot of blessings
Nothing goes from your luck as missing
You are given your share at right moment
There is not much left to be asked for comment
It is inhaling object on the earth
No breath and it is declared death
You are alive so long there is some sign
You look good and feel very fine
We need little grace
For smiling always on the face
Rest all we have to struggle
To enjoy life and keep free from troubles
Enjoy quietly what has been offered
Take it as gift routinely conferred
Whatever you bear in mind or differ
If there is destiny to suffer then you certainly suffer
Regret only when it pinches
Cry only when heart it touches
Stay aloof when no purpose is seen
Show interest only when you are keen
Find the ocean to swim with
Prepare fully and armed with teeth
Think that it is one time life chance
It may come or not come if gone at once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Calm water
I dropped stone in calm water
Something appeared from under water
All round waves coming out one by one
As if in hurry to rush and meet someone
I was mood less and this prompted me
To go in isolated place to feel little free
Away from noisy scene and near the nature
Everything seemed dangerous to me for sure
Why do all the troubles come in bundles?
Why people feel so jealous and create hurdles?
I had no answer for other people with their mentality
I was thinking fresh from its totality
Our mind is devil's workshop
But good place too for building the hopes
It revives hope even if there is no possibility
Refills the energy with full hope to prove ability
I found no answer straightway
Yet it gave me hope not to be carried away
There can be set backs in life for short duration
It may some times lead you to unnecessary frustration
I threw stone at little distance
But all the waves came back at once
It inspired me to think with close look
I could have possibly not got the clue from any book
We have hardly any chance to solve it at first instant
We remain so much depressed and think of present
Tomorrow does strike in any form and give birth to uncertainty
Human weakness to commit an error in poor quality
What did it reveal to me in fact?
Everything depends on our own act
If we pass on the stage peacefully
I think litmus test can be passed off successfully
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sign On The Wall
There's a sign on the wall and I wonder what could it mean?
there's much in the world that people do without explaining.
Is it a symbol of hope and joy just another person's dream?
a message of love and peace or someone's silent scream?
Is it a sign of the times that the whole world now is facing?
a mark of gloom and despair perhaps well worth noticing?
There's a sign on the wall that has just appeared lately
something never before seen and yet which seems stately.
Is it some kind of warning by an unknown human hand?
a script or note for all concerned to see throughout the land?
Or is it an omen of great significance heralding the times that are coming?
a signal of change conveying special tidings of what we'll be all undergoing?
There's a sign on the wall which has suddenly appeared everywhere
a work of an unseen hand that's showing as black and white on there.
Is it a piece of art perhaps being of some extra-terrestrial origin,
a souvenir left behind reminding us all that they're genuine?
Or is it just one more puzzle to figure out baffling to the mind?
another addition to those mysteries of the ages that beset mankind.
There's a sign on the wall that's evident for anyone to see
an image of some sort representing for many a secret key.
Is it a shape or token conceived in one's transcendent mind,
a depiction in form of our ultimate freedom - a blissful kind?
Or is it then a divine inscription which means but only one word,
that which was in the beginning and now also again can be heard?
.AUM.
poem by George Krokos
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Roads That Cross
There are roads that cross,
From which one picks to choose.
Hoping to make a correct decision,
To select the best...
Is very difficult to do.
And one does what is thought to be right,
With faith to pray.
And one does what is hoped,
Will not cause confusion...
The rest of one's life to pay.
Yet...
Are there any roads paved with gold,
Cleared of clouds or thunder?
Are there any free of obstacles,
With no sign of pouring rain.
And...
Is there much to gain,
If one refuses to choose?
Are there any roads paved with gold,
Cleared of clouds or roaring thunder?
Are there any free of obstacles,
With no sign of feeling pain?
And...
Is there much to gain,
If one refuses to choose?
Is there any other way,
To live...
With a doing done to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On pilgrimage
Neither you are on pilgrimage
Nor on conduction of any voyage
You got to make it heaven
At the cost of you life even
Make it worth
Even if pain and agony comes forth
See that you have lived life
Even though it may have double edge of knife
Life on earth is really a blessing
You may find everything missing
There won’t be anything worth
Yet it is beautiful on earth
You may have free air
But still doesn’t look everything fair
You may have rivers plenty of water
Yet you may think it to alter
You may find high mountains
Still more height of it you may maintain
You may think always in term of gain
Get puzzled with little of shock and pain
So take it as chance to see and think
Everything here is not to sink
Take whatever benefit you can
Love the beauty of nature and become a fan
Nature may reward
If you enjoy and look forward
Think it is creation of almighty God
Every object may seem as beautiful as Lord
Your stay is for limited span
Swim over water as white swan
Enjoy every surface you come across
You may everything in his Cross
I, for one, may go for simple stay
Greet the things which may come on the way
Enjoy all beautiful things created on earth
I may enjoy even end resulting into death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sign On The Cross
by Bob Dylan
Now, I try, oh for so awf'ly long
And I just try to be.
And now, oh it's a gold mine
But it's so fine.
Yes, but I know in my head
That we're all so misled,
And it's that ol' sign on the cross
That worries me.
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,
I saw what I wanted to be,
And it's all for the sake
Of that picture I should see.
But I was lost on the moon
As I heard that front door slam,
And that old sign on the cross
Still worries me.
Well, it's that old sign on the cross,
Well, it's that old key to the kingdom,
Well, it's that old sign on the cross
Like you used to be.
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol' friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it seems to be the sign on the cross. Ev'ry day,
ev'ry night, see the sign on the cross just layin' up
on top of the hill. Yes, we thought it might have
disappeared long ago, but I'm here to tell you, friends,
that I'm afraid it's lyin' there still. Yes, just a
little time is all you need, you might say, but I don't
know 'bout that any more, because the bird is here and
you might want to enter it, but, of course, the door might
be closed. But I just would like to tell you one time,
if I don't see you again, that the thing is, that the sign
on the cross is the thing you might need the most.
Yes, the sign on the cross
Is just a sign on the cross.
Well, there is some on every chisel
And there is some in the championship, too.
Oh, when your, when your days are numbered
And your nights are long,
You might think you're weak
But I mean to say you're strong.
Yes you are, if that sign on the cross,
If it begins to worry you.
Well, that's all right because sing a song
And all your troubles will pass right on through.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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My Requiem
From the arising of the golden sun
To the gloomy shadow of the moon
The wind still whispers
While I'm standing here by myself
I'm waiting for a sign that could lead me
Away to the land of the divine
But when weariness starts to affect
The eclipse of the sun come to earth
I hide from the sun and try to live
And I know in my heart
(That) this is a life that God can not give
I still carry in my mind
The feeling that I'm blind
I still carry in my mind
The fear that something is behind
Tear, left bare
Rule the whole earth
The dark will rise
I await its birth - To die
I see gray in the sky
And pray for rain
But the sky slowly becomes blue once again
The spirit of God controls my mind
The divine - The unearthly Lord
He left me a sign - Made me a God
I lie in eternal coldness
I'm trying to find
The thing I couldn't find
Nowhere else in my past life
My spirit sours into heaven
I reincarnate into a cold-black raven
song performed by by Orphaned Land
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On ship board
We were on board for an island journey
Far off from crowded place with all kind of luxury
No one confided in us that sea could be rough and hostile
Ship was cruising with favorable wind meanwhile
All of sudden the lightening struck from the sky
Dark clouds appeared all of sudden with full try
The ship was on mid sea and weather took dramatic change
As if to warn human brain to wait for the revenge
Sea water is generally calm and peaceful
Its vast horizon is blue and open for adventure to make it successful
We were on simple pleasure trip and got trapped
It was feared that in no time it may wrapped
Sea level was rising alarmingly
It struck on sideways heavily
Whole ship was in full cry to disintegrate
We were offering prayers to escape the fate
Passengers of all ages worshipped with good faith
To help come over the crisis and spared from death
The old memory of sea disasters took over the grip
Many shouted with cry help and helplessly wept
Sea was infuriated and wanted to swallow
The entire ship crews were pressed to allow
Any members willing to sail in life boat
Or any means available to remain afloat
It rained heavily with high speed wind
I sat in corner but nothing was visible to find
Only I could see blue waters and no land in sight
The ship was drifting away and could hardly be seen without light
Suddenly weather came to rescue and wind slowed down
There appeared some hope and faded away some dangers already known
I prayed sincerely for sparing hundreds of lives
People were on board and waiting to dive
Sky in no time cleared off and stars came out
The moon was also seen and there was much to talk about
We all were on board and greeted each one with affection
I wondered at the dramatic change and thanked almighty for kind action
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hope is a part of Life
Hope is for happiness to an ending
Hope is nothing if you don't beleive
Hope is a shooting star if you see one
Something can never end so, Hope is a part of Life
Hope is delicate from heaven to hell
Hope can't always help the gods
Hope shoudn't be about exciestence
Sometime when you're giving up on something, Hope is a part of Life
Hope can be an empty trail
Hope isn't for punishment or love
Hope is not a welcome guest
When is it that I saw you last time?
is it when we saw Hope is a part of Life
Hope can never be changed
What else that can be hope?
Hope is a passion
Hope can't always save you
Hope is something in Life that doesn't always happen everyday......
poem by Vanessa Sleeth
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Hope Dieth: Hope Liveth
Strong are thine arms, O love, & strong
Thine heart to live, and love, and long;
But thou art wed to grief and wrong:
Live, then, and long, though hope be dead!
Live on, & labour thro’ the years!
Make pictures through the mist of tears,
Of unforgotten happy fears,
That crossed the time ere hope was dead.
Draw near the place where once we stood
Amid delight’s swift-rushing flood,
And we and all the world seemed good
Nor needed hope now cold and dead.
Dream in the dawn I come to thee
Weeping for things that may not be!
Dream that thou layest lips on me!
Wake, wake to clasp hope’s body dead!
Count o’er and o’er, and one by one
The minutes of the happy sun
That while agone on kissed lips shone,
Count on, rest not, for hope is dead.
Weep, though no hair’s breadth thou shalt move
The living Earth, the heaven above
By all the bitterness of love!
Weep and cease not, now hope is dead!
Sighs rest thee not, tears bring no ease,
Life hath no joy, and Death no peace:
The years change not, though they decrease,
For hope is dead, for hope is dead.
Speak, love, I listen: far away
I bless the tremulous lips, that say,
“Mock not the afternoon of day,
Mock not the tide when hope is dead!”
I bless thee, O my love, who say’st:
“Mock not the thistle-cumbered waste;
I hold Love’s hand, and make no haste
Down the long way, now hope is dead.
With other names do we name pain,
The long years wear our hearts in vain.
Mock not our loss grown into gain,
Mock not our lost hope lying dead.
Our eyes gaze for no morning-star,
No glimmer of the dawn afar;
Full silent wayfarers we are
Since ere the noon-tide hope lay dead.
Behold with lack of happiness
The master, Love, our hearts did bless
Lest we should think of him the less:
Love dieth not, though hope is dead!”
poem by William Morris
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