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Spare Your Time

Spare your precious time to read
You may be famous poet and likely to lead
It will be fine if you read others articles
Even though it may not be of high quality substances

It is easy to write and forget
Not to bother about others and to let
Yet it helps in long run
When time comes to be appreciated in turn

No one can function in isolation
It has direct bearing and relation
It must be met with reciprocal gesture
Else you may be excluded for very sure

It is unfortunate we disregard other articles
Don’t go into depth or try to catch pulse
Any good comment may be appreciated by everyone
But few words of criticism may be liked by none

It has remained general tendency to confine with only few
Other may post it as routinely to be read or even not to be viewed
This is unhealthy practice and one must come out of it at earliest
The poetry has been at dead end and will starve in future for best

Some of the articles are appreciated in its true perspective
They have drawn attention and remained purely subjective
It has educational angle with useful message and warning
It may prove decisive if something is done from beginning

None of the poems should go unread or without comments
It may have large implications with positive movement
The moon, stars and sky has remained ever since same
We ourselves have to be armed with new concept without any blame

Encourage new and emerging youngsters
They may not be standard composers
Yet they need our care and attention
Enough encouragement with full respect and mention

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shock treatment

I again suffered with shock treatment
It was disheartening and bad statement
I was denied prestigious membership
It was deliberate and intended to aground the ship

How come after writing thousands of articles?
One can comment against set principles
There is room for improvement at all the levels
Person is afforded a chance to excel

With all praises and comments on high notes
One is getting ready for moving in new slots
It is elevation and recognition of good service
As poetry progresses with very good promise

I have yet to think seriously on the issue
I have reader friends who sent periodical reviews
It is so heartening to note with lots of respect
I again leave this to the wisdom and introspect

The poetry is all about conveying strong intent
The pen is so empowered to suitable comment
The message is well received by and understood
It is reflection in mirror and serves as natural food

One should not be deterred by discouragement
It is always there and there is deliberate movement
One may be pulled down with adverse comment
Writer should always concentrate and read the comments

It has disappointed but not crashed me down
There may be faults here and there of my own
I can take vow to improve upon and render best service
Writer should not stop at any time till his demise

If the poetry gains little ground for any cause
It is always welcome step because
The purpose is well served and appreciated
Peace and harmony prevails without being further vitiated

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A goal in sight

One two or go on making it to eight hundred
The poems may go on piling without any end
There is definite goal or aim in sight
You might attain it or would like to continue the fight

'You are good man but bad poet'
I read message which cautioned me not to write
This is not right place for you to reflect the views
I too felt it needed constant reviews

It has become craze among writers
They try to play easy and not prove as good fighters
They may approach readers to view their articles
They also try to limit themselves in small circle

'You read my article and I shall read yours'
This may please each other to have some favors
The quality may limit to one particular leave
The writers may not have good chance to excel

The flaws or drawbacks may not be pointed to him at all
It may be crushed under friendly observation or call
Why at all we need to approach viewers to comment?
Is there no other option to approach them for a moment?

Many comment sarcastically as if they are very good expert
The writer' only crime is request for support
This is not essentially to find any favor at the outset
It is only aimed at getting foot hold to set

Some writers get alienated over the honest remark
They want favorable remarks when try to venture or embark
This is not correct approach as it may not allow their real talents to surface
It may block the creativity and finally they enter in mad race

Any human being may not be pleased with the criticism
It hurts their ego and they take it affront to individualism
The relation has to be kept at one side and profession on other
Both should not be mixed and it should not concern or bother

The writing skill is God's gift and may come out as creation
To some it may prove dine piece and to others only recreation
Everybody has different perception and right to evaluate
The writers weight pro and con and the calculate

It is always nice to find place with some recognition
Your pen may be contributing more with ammunition
They may embark up on new themes and excel
Everything may then move on sound footing to fare well

Let us bear in mind that writing is good skill
They must write original and not try to steal
This may give them real test of poetry
It may prompt them to write new and it may also vary

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sad good bye

I decide to stop posting
On "Muse India" with silent protest
As articles go unnoticed or unread
A sign of ungratefulness to the dead

May be poems are not up to standard
For which they may be considering as sub-standard
I am what I am and can never be changed
For poet, it is unbearable and must be well managed

I have often aired my grievance
On number of occasions and not once
It is shame for the poet not to have been heard
He can not be left behind without being read

It is not the question of forcing the readers
They are well judged and well read leaders
What can be read and what can be neglected remains their domain
I am ordinary poet so concern definitely remains

Even birds change nest when their existence is threatened
With a heavy heart to think of "no return"
Yet it is long association that pinches heart
Otherwise life is full of uncertainties and must find good start

I migrate to green world where I hope to settle
It may be possible there I will be among herds of cattle
Yet it is literary thrust that compels me to think on those terms
I shall have time to move in new world with no rich return

I thank to all who have helped me to encourage
Not to loose heart despite being outraged
The stage actor may definitely want little claps
Else it may called an visible insult amounting to slap

I shall endeavor to extend my support
To all those whom I consider needs good rapport
Little words of appreciation for their creative work
I must remain on their side without offering a jerk

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I write...

How badly a poet feels when his articles go unread?
Get no cooperation from fellow poets for further lead
How narrow interest has shadowed the real talent?
Old poets did so much but today we can only resent

There may be many reasons and probably the time factor
Who has the time to come out in and see the moon in sector?
The moon, stars, and sky have permanence in feature
So nothing to look at them as they don't make our future

What do we find when look at some of the creations?
Lot of confusion with innumerable questions
I find hard going with concept and logic behind
Even so much eagerness on their part but approach very unkind

I blame none but changing scenes
No one can exactly predict and prefer to be seen
Even though they may be interested and very keen
The confinement nature hunts mind or appears to have been

Poet may go on writing but may not find favor
Not that those articles are bad or find no natural flavor
Still some of the poets may go out of the way and appreciate
This gesture somewhat appears to be managing and relate

I would love if little time is spared for emerging poets
They come with full force but find no favor and then remain quiet
It is like river flow in monsoon when in spate
Nothing is sure about and left everything to fate

If stage is decorated for the performance of the artists
And find is no audience to clap each one among the lists
Then no one may dare and ever attempt for another show
The movement comes to standstill and restricts the flow

The creations may certainly find favor if not day then tomorrow
Yet mind should not disturbed and released free or allowed
There is substance in it and it may pull magnetic way
Sun may shine again and find the promising rays

I write with no reservation or wait for applaud
The work itself may speak in volume and very loud
Ears may refuse to believe when one day you may find surprises
The world may clap over your achievements and suddenly rise

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A poet can

There used to be inspiring words from poet
Kings used them on battle field when nothing was quiet
When it was to be do and die situation and could not wait
A poet can change complete scene with even fate

“Pen is mightier than sword” and impression permanent
No one can dare to face the truth and simple comment
Many autocrats and dictators have failed to face onslaught
They underestimated the power and were simply caught

Revolution is not brought in a day or two or all of sudden
It takes place only when all limits are crossed and roads lay open
When there is no other way than to die unnatural death
The course is automatically chosen irrespective of faith

When rivers are in spate they bring about complete destruction
They wait for none to guide and receive no instructions
It is momentum in their flow that clears the way
Aggressive posture with destruction and then coolly stay

Why poets of modern age are considered pawn in their game?
Have they bartered away their interest `and share the blame
Are they not capable of leading anymore bloodless revolutions?
Is it meek surrender on their part for without any resolutions?

Are we not in streets for begging paltry sum in reward?
Does the spirit and power is washed away in words?
Is it not strange o beg for articles to be read on request?
May be it is present day scene to go for any solution or quest

“I will read only when you read mine” curt reply is received
“I shall surely read yours” with this inner soul is deceived
Why at all there should be some unhealthy practice?
Have we ever take note of it or any notice?

I can assertively stand firm and say” I have bartered the soul”
I see nothing wrong in present age as I don’t smell foul
You have no means to survive and time has come crawl
There should be no reason why one should not make withdrawal

You are shot sure to rot if don’t change to circumstances
Renowned poets have died from poverty for instances
If some one has succeeded then it has remained only in text
It is really human plight and tragedy that is waited for next

Nature and sky has remained same for ever
So is the whether and rain with thunder forever
They come and go as usual in right hour
We don’t realize it and turn into sour

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Commenting (Please Read)

This poem is dedicated to a very dear friend in Canada.
Melvina Germain.
The first person who left a heart prints on my work almost a year and a half ago. Mel, a million thanks from me.
Love and Hugs.
David xxxx

Some people read your work
and then pass on their way,
never leaving a comment
whether they liked it or not.
For any writer good or bad,
unless someone makes a comment on your work,
you feel left out in the cold.

For those who think that comments do not help,
let me tell you what comments have done for me.
For six or seven years I had given up writing,
I swore I would never lift my pen again.
Then in January 2007,
I posted a few old poems on a poetry site.
I was confused and lost at the time.
Never though for one moment
anyone would want to read my humble work.
I was wrong.
Through the comments I received,
I started writing again.

Since the 19th January 2007 to today the 14th June 2008
I have written 1132 poems, a 80,000 word novel,
collaborated on over 20 poems
with two young ladies half a world away from me
and published my first book of poetry.
For under a year and a half
that is not a bad record
and it happened through the encouragement in comments.

So the next time you read someone work
and there is a space for a comment,
leave one please.
Those little heart prints can change someone’s life
and encourage them on to do better things.
Your comment does not have to be lengthy,
just a word or two will do.
Remember it is good to help someone
and by leaving a comment,
that is just what you will do.
I always leave a comment on everything I read
knowing how others comments have helped me.

14 June 2008

poem by David Harris
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A Revolution Poetry Is....!

Are you writing words of rhythm according to thoughts?
Or are you coining words of thoughts according to rhythm?
Or are you writing poetry both working at the same time?
Asking so, if they ask me how to write poetry, what shall I say?

Poetry writing is natural, spontaneous expression from heart!
How can this be taught to anyone to write poetry ever at all?
Poetry is a spontaneous flow of words direct from heart ever!

I wonder many a time how am I writing poetry at all ever!
But this is happening to my great surprise since longtime!

Due to engagements ever poetry only I am able to write
Though my aim in the beginning was writing stories.....,
Novels, short stories and nonfiction articles of criticism!

Poetry books too I have completed writing so since long
But what a pity there is no reception for poetry books...!

poem by Ramesh T A
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As poet

As an poet I was little afraid
As virus threat was often laid
Computer stood silent for many days
This was unknown trap laid in many ways

I politely said for being an ordinary poet
Preferred to write in low tones and remained quiet
Assessed the mood correctly and wrote in earnest
It was just an approach to serve it at best

I was blamed by many as having soft corner
Poets are generally believed to be good poetry lovers
Move easily with sentiments and Played lovingly
I laughed at criticism and went on willingly

She knew about some local language
Some of the words were put and managed
I could not conrol but laughed and expressed
I appreciated her and skillfully assessed

She said about her appreciation of life
Happy in home with kids and leadig as very godo wife
Poetry as her second best choice to express sentiments
I was moved with her resolute approach and movement

I don't how she made her forceful impact!
I had no reason to offer and certainly act
She was coming near with all her creations
It was full of authentic assertion and presentation

She may stay as long runner
I presumed and felt as beginner
She had intent of improving wih time
I saw in her a well known potess for times to come

I was drawing near her
Her approach was nice and friendlier
Why not? All poets must exchange fairly
Love the work, read it patiently and preserve dearly

(to be continued)

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nudge to marry

I won’t simply marry
As you have failed to carry
You failed to make me merry
You were impossible and funny

You were feeling sorry
It was not matter for worry
I was ready and well prepared
You did not understand me and compared

“Please stop it for God’s sake”
Life is not like sweet cake
You just be serious and be awake
You don’t realize what is at stake”

It sent me nervous shock
My mouth remained dry and blocked
Thick smoke emerged and rose again
I was not in position to regain

She was furious as if river in spate
I had no proper words to state
It is easy to control the irate mob
But not sensible ladies who always sob

“I loved you so much and longed
You never came up to expectations and wronged
How was I expected to go with you long way?
When you had no definite idea or simple way? ”

I can read your words and lines
In no way our relation undermine
I am in no hurry till you decide
I must reveal all and closely confide

You may have your apprehensions and misgivings
Still we had all gestures of fine loving
I was sure of my self and made good moving
I knew there is none for me so lovely and caring

You may come and knock the door one day
I will wait for that fine moments to have say
Moon may feel shy to throw the silver ray
I will not care for anybody or attention pay

I feel like rushing towards her
She may refuse but not surrender
She had no worry for cloud’s thunder
She was weary of my committing blinder

Will she be willingly coming to terms?
Was her mind was infested with doubtful germs?
What should be done to win her over?
I have no ready made ground or fine cover

She can’t say no to our relation
Any deviation is out of question
I am for her and she is for me forever
There may be some temporary setbacks however

Prove to the world that this is holy message
There may be long duration with smooth passage
I have none to offer as mark of respect
I shall remain faithful and try to introspect

I find no reason now for her saying “no”
She may find difficult to use the word “go”
It may coincide with happiest moments
Time may come when there may be some movement

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wild Whale

I was eager but not desperate
It was all about me to relate
I was getting into youth
This was only new truth

There was hunt for new bride
I was not at all consulted even slight
They thought it not appropriate or right
As I was still flying the kite

Such type of age never comes again in life time
In different countries same may not be the problem sometimes
Yet it is drawing some special attention
One is really trying to disclose but can’t mention

You won’t know the dilemma until you are really in
That may be altogether different experience and scene
You may be dreaming about your future partner
And this thing is likely to take place in near future

Something wonderful takes place at right time and place
Some one else may enter your life and win the race
Everybody may wish the happiness at the turn of event
Lots of blessings in turn with sugar coated comments

I was not to be blessed with such and unique case
I was dreaming someone else and making chase
She was unaware of move and remained silent
I bought some nice rose flowers and in morning sent

What was change I really contemplated?
Move to be considered as unfortunate and ill fated
Nothing of that sort took place or ever happened
For roses for one rose along with message was returned

“I shall hold your hand for ever” read the nice inscription
“I shall never desert or go away” it promised for redemption
I reassured myself that it was not a day dream
She wanted in face to walk with me in arm

Well it ended nicely as fairy’s tale
She was to venture in my sea as wild whale
Sometimes to hit with tales and sometimes with head
But ultimately it was nice life to dr3am about and lead

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poet's Soul

I read the poet's souls in the poems,
I read the poet's inner world.
Pulse beats louder, then duller,
And all my doubts are just hurled.

The sadness sometimes a kiss cover,
Then suddenly curled at my feet,
Giving the whole body a heat,
The warmth of a true lover.

Fever passes through nervous points,
Chill runs through the whole body,
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
And feel that the soul is haughty.

I delve into the words and their nature,
Understanding destroys the walls,
Now I would like to capture
The main idea and the poems calls.

I read and my joy is in full swing,
My own soul gets the wings,
I am ready to fly with the singer,
Like me the poet is a swinger.

I am with that one who dared
To plunge into the holy spring naked,
I am with that one who shared
An inspiration and was not faked.

I read the poet's souls in the poems.
But do I read the souls of reality or dream?
Let's deem that no one here and there lies,
And the law of poetry is always precise.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 4th of April,2012

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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0317 Fingertip to fingertip, a human net

i think it's really wonderful
that with all the million poems on this net
people find their way to read what each of us has read
or written.

it's like a shining human net around the world -
fingertip to fingertip in space
all connected by the love of poetry
and the poetry of love.

so instead of moping and chewing our pencils,
feeling pathetic and unread
we can dedicate all our poems to all those real people who - yes! -
actually read them
and say
It's you I wrote them for - and you - and you-
and now I know you're there
I'll write some better ones for you in time,
that what it's all about...

and if I'm silent for a time
working on something that's good enough for you,
remember -

love, love, love

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Shadow Within

Shadow may not allow
Still it may follow
In day and night
Whether you are wrong or right

It has remained inseparable part
You can see its length in dark
It may adjust with your each movement
It may never leave even if you lament

Any thing must be appreciated in true context
Everything should be made secondary and come next
We can’t separate soul from body
Then it will loose entity and called nobody

Inter dependency is called nature
You are totally dependent on future
You may need even useless sand particles
They may prove their worth when time comes

life is meant to be tough
but still you can make your self laugh
what if everybody is gifted with joy and happiness
where will the sadness appear on the face?

So in critical times you tend to forget
Pass the blames on shadow and cast the doubts
In fact no one can afford to grow bigger than its size
Then it may have to undergo turmoil and pay the prize

You may think shadow is over stepping
In fact you are afraid and on face slapping
It is your own creation and makes you frightened
You are loosing grip when crisis is deepened

Dependence on others doesn’t mean reliance
It is long term relation at variance
Give and take with mutual consent
It will then be nice message to be sent

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Praise Shadow