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Can a Rose Know?

Attentive expressions, befalling
deaf ears,
Unfolding petals, reluctant to
hear
Saddened stems bend in despair,
Dewdrops portray, misty air.

Amid the noonday, sultry sky,
Silently observing rosettes cry.

Contained within it's homeland,
I touched,
A beautiful blossom, I admire
so much,

poem by Heather Burns
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Wondering Hearts

This
house
trembled,
windows
shook.

a name
erased
from
the
book.

walls
needed
paint
and
repair.

two
saddened
statu es
standing
there.

wondering
hear ts
bend
in
despair.

poem by Heather Burns
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Misty River

This morning
Me in this Misty River
All the happiness
I am feeling inside myself
Misty River
The mist is coming
From this Misty River
There are clouds
In the sky
And the mist
Is caused by the condensation
Of the heat mixed in the cold water
Misty River
I am in a fishing boat
That boat is moving slowly in this
Misty river
It is early in the morning
I am eating my breakfast in the fishing boat in the middle of this
Misty River
I hear the birds singing early in the morning
In this Misty River
There must be trees because the sound of the birds is coming from the Branches
Misty River
So peaceful
It looks so different with the mist
No one is around but me
With my fishing boat
And the beautiful sound of the birds
It is so nice
To have a place to come to
Where I can
Hear the sound of the birds
And be left alone
With no one disturbing me
Misty River
This is my special place
And by afternoon
No clouds I will see
The birds are beautiful
Their song is just beautiful like mother nature intended it to be
If nobody else appreciates this Misty River
I do
Misty River
I will die for you
Misty River
I will shed my tears for you
I have been coming here for so long now
Misty River

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Visiting The Taoist Priest Dai Tianshan But Not Finding Him

A dog's bark amid the water's sound,
Peach blossom that's made thicker by the rain.
Deep in the trees, I sometimes see a deer,
And at the stream I hear no noonday bell.
Wild bamboo divides the green mist,
A flying spring hangs from the jasper peak.
No-one knows the place to which he's gone,
Sadly, I lean on two or three pines.

poem by Li Po
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Ode To The Cherry Blossom

I have grown up with this tree,
as my father had grown with it,
and his father before him.

The cherry blossom tree where I was first exposed to the beauty of nature,
where my baby seat was set upon the picnic blanket in the grass,
and I could watch the petals fall and dance around me and my family.
and they would land in my seat,
and I would play with them.

The cherry blossom tree,
with its long branches,
where I first learned to climb,
and where I got my first broken bone,
after I slipped while pretending to be a monkey.

The cherry blossom tree,
where we had our first play date together.
We ran around and played two person tag,
and two person hide and seek,
and two person leap frog.

The cherry blossom tree,
where we had our first date,
where I picked a blossom and put it in your hair,
and called you my hime,
my princess.

The cherry blossom tree,
where we took shelter from the pouring rain,
and I gave you my jacket to put over your head,
and we ran home to take a bath in our clothes,
Because they couldn’t have gotten wetter anyway.

The cherry blossom tree,
under which we said our vows,
and got married,
and you cried,
and said you felt beautiful,
and I kissed you,
and said you looked beautiful,
and we ran through the blossom petals.

The cherry blossom tree,
where we took our two daughters,
and watched them pick flowers,
and give them to you.

The cherry blossom tree,
where our daughters took their loves,
and probably got caught in the rain,
just as we did.

The cherry blossom tree,
which we would watch from the near by bench,
watch children who were not ours play there,
watch couples who were not us date there.

The cherry blossom tree,
where I go to remember you,
where I sometimes cry for you,
where our daughters cry for you.

I grew up with that cherry blossom tree,
and now as I wait to rejoin you,
my love,
I watch others grow with it too.

poem by Evan Puglisi
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Beauty

You are so Beautiful... to Me
The Fragrance of Wet Earth
Infant's breezy milky Burp
A hungry Puppy's bowl Slurps

You are so Beautiful... to Me
Dewdrops perching on the Leaves
Spider with it's intricate Weave
Lover's chest when it Heaves

You are so beautiful... to Me
Waves washing all ashore
Windchimes singing melodies Galore
Ant armies carrying food to Store

You are so Beautiful... to Me
Watching cotton Clouds afloat
Expressions that Love emote
Mountain springs and Locales remote

You are so beautiful... to Me
Rising steam and aromas of 'Chai'
Rainbow adorned high in the sky
Baby's rolls and fat on the thigh

You are so beautiful... to Me
Unborn nurtured in the womb
Foliage, Garden in full bloom
Misty Mirror in the Bathroom

You are so Beautiful... to Me
There is so much Beauty abound
Only if we look around
Foggy eyed, from material Quest
Busy building a palatial Nest

Sieze a moment, grab some time
Make your loved ones your Prime
A thing of Beauty till end of time
Ethereal sounds and scapes Sublime

poem by Yamini Khanna
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The Rock of Lauralee

I stood on the rock of
lauralee
silently looking out
to sea

could hear the howling
of the wind
as it came rushng round
the bend

watched your ship sail
out to sea
leaving the port of
lauralee

each day I return to
view
looking at the sea so
blue

scanning the horizon, no
ship in sight
perhaps a phantom in the
night

today I'm standing here
again
watching your ship rounding
the bend

catching you in the misty
air
my heart leaped to meet
you there

once more invited home
with me
standing on the rock of
lauralee.

poem by Heather Burns
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After You Unfold As A Flower In Complete Bloom

i see you unfolding as a flower to me
i become your sun to shine upon you
as you bloom completely
i watch the beauty before me
i am warm too as you are so beautiful
to the caresses of my rays
i hold you then kissing everything
your petals your leaves your receptacles

after you unfold as a flower in complete bloom
i will make you
some dews
gleaming

then i leave in this sunset of my life
you too must fall
petal by petal
then the leaves too must die

such is the temporary nature of our meeting
so beautiful yes
so brief indeed
and no dew of time must ever be wasted

till we meet again
i will always be the sun and you shall always be the
flower unfolding
to such a marvelous complete blooming

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Admire Those Brave

I admire those brave,
And unafraid of their own shadows.

I admire those,
Whose lives have been enhanced...
By the act of taking chances.

I respect those who anticipate,
Their tomorrows with expectations.
And not spending a moment drifting,
Into a yesterday for a purpose to waste.

I admire the ones who inspire.
And they always seem to be...
Those recovering from despair.
And doing that successfully.

I admire those brave,
And unafraid of their own shadows.
The ones able to cover their bruises well.
The ones willing to listen.
Without sob stories to tell.

I also admire an acquaintance I knew,
Who had been penniless.
And yet in dire circumstances...
Managed to offer a bright eyed smile.

I admire the ones who inspire.
And they always seem to be...
Those recovering from despair.
And doing that successfully.

I admire those brave.
They assist unknowingly,
In maintaining my faith.
And everyday my steps are paced,
To lay down even stronger than before.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mutuality

i like your ears
you think
i am just flattering you

i suggest
you see your ears
using my eyes
as your mirror

still you do not
trust me

how can you be so indifferent?

i will buy you a mirror,
and now
use it, see?

your ears are
so beautiful

because
they are deaf

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Special Red Rose

My Special Red Rose

My special red rose so full of life just blossoming with
lovely red petals
Always looking so beautiful and radiant in the morning sun
And now yet again another red petal has falling from my
beautiful rose
but the petals that remain are very dear to me because they are still part of my lovely red rose.
Yet today my special red rose doesn't blossom quite as full but I still look at it every day in the morning light
For the lovely red petals that are still on my special
red rose
bring so much joy and happiness to my hearts delight

poem by Joseph Skelley
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But Don't Despair

Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.

But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!

So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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To III

Nature gave you lustrous eyes, but weak
And lovely apricot ears, though deaf to hear
Weak to see the damage that you wreak
Deaf to hear my importuning air.
So, to fix this ailment of your eyes
I have hired a noted oculist
Consulting for your stoppered ears, likewise,
A noted otolaryngologist.
The first examined and pronounced you sound
Calling you blindness 'cortical' alas.
The second you for hearing perfect found
And swore the malady her practice past
Though neither thought the bug at hand was killing
And guessed I would recover, heaven willing.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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Blind, Deaf, Dumb and Dead

Lord, I was blind and could not see
the full extent of Your love for me.
Lord, I was deaf and could not hear
the words of life You spoke so clear.

My heart was cold and unaware
of all the wounds You had to bear.
I was dead in trespasses and sin
when You came to earth my love to win.

Then my Lord You reached out to me
and touched my eyes and made me see.
Unstopped my ears to hear Your word
to hear what You were saying Lord.

You unloosed my tongue so I could speak
of the One Who came my soul to seek.
My heart renewed and began to beat
and in Christ alone I stood complete.

poem by Royston
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Ponnaga

Placenta night gathered
Thickness as mucous
On that unlighted lane
There on that rain-soaked lane
I chanced upon them scattered
And gleaming bright white
In the pools of light the car threw up
On the rain-drenched tar-
Five petals with long stems
Under a tree that still sent
A shower whenever the leaves willed
I pulled my car aside
And rushed to meet them
To gather a forgotten childhood for once
One two three…
The petals coated with damp mud
And the yellowishgreen stems
Hidden by the dark tar
Queerly exuding a forty year old perfume
Gathered once upon a time
In course of an unblemished childhood
How immaculate naive hands
Wove plaits with the stems
Coated in unadulterated dirt!

They looked forlorn through the night
And by morning withered
The mud still clinging…

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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Snapshot Of Freedom

rainwater standing
in stagnant puddles
'neath old cars....

tainted with oil!

a snapshot of freedom
in today's America...
silently shouting,

falling on deaf ears!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Reluctant Traps

Today...
Many are living lives no longer valued.
Shown by the expressions worn on their faces.
Traced with an obvious depression.
Adorning faked grins,
No longer protect them from this impression.
Since the measure of success for them,
Has either been foreclosed or repossessed.
And many things once lavishly blinging,
Gone to pawn.

Standards held to appraise the good side of life,
Has taken a hike...
To repress pretentions and the getting of attention,
Once so loved.
And for some coming to grips with this,
A broadened insight for them has begun to exist.
To finally rid themselves of reluctance.
And reluctant traps...
Are just that.
A reluctance that is trapped until removed.

Reluctant traps are just that!
Once released for them,
One should make a break...
Doing what it takes.
And don't buy...
Into gloom.

Reluctant traps are just that!
Sit back.
And don't buy,
Into gloom.

Reluctant traps are just that!
Sit back.
And don't buy,
Into gloom.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying Arm Lane

Well hey I been down that a way
With a dream on my arm
Yet me an my love we could not stay
We heard voices of children
An by little hands were led astray
All the boughs bend for us
All the earth awaits thee
All the stones they will cry out
An evry tongue confess thee
Oh my dream come an take me quickly
fore the struggle take me
Yeah lay me down any way you choose
An let the voices of our children wake me
The boughs they all will bend for us
An all the earth awaits thee
All the stones they will cry out
Yes an evry tongue confess thee
An though the word yes
It falls on deaf ears
It is spoken jus the same
The word is stands
Look straight at evry man
From kings down to the lay
Well I told it fast an glad
The color of a sloe drink
Or so they say
So they say by the light of day
Hidden neath their wings
Of black, brown an grey
The boughs they all will bend for us
An all the earth awaits thee
All the stones they will cry out
An evry tongue confess thee
An though the word yes
It falls on deaf ears
It is spoken jus the same
The word is stands
Look straight at evry man
From kings down to the lay

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My Lovely Rose

I have a rose in the garden,
Unfolding red lovely petals,
With thorns surrounding it,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.

I left the garden,
I left my lovely rose,
Far away yet so near,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.

Time have passed,
Have seen again my rose,
Beautiful and sweetly scented at its full blossom,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.

My rose is not mine anymore,
Yet I let my rose feel
Thy undoubting care and heart rejoicing,
Could glimpse again my lovely rose.

poem by Dong Agosto
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Spellbound

A bluebell wood, such a sight to see,
Blue haze wrapped softly around each tree.
Sweet perfume just drifting through the air,
Oh, how I wish that I could be there.

So restful to the eyes and the mind,
A beauty that is so well defined.
One sea of blossom over the ground,
Oh, how I wish to observe, spellbound.

Those stems of bells, that silently ring,
Welcoming in the newly born spring.
A mass of flowers, a carpet fine,
Oh, how I wish that they could be mine.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Saddened By The Lack Of It

Saddened by the lack of it.
Those without a reflective consciousness.
Those who elect to blindly have their way.
Without consulting with others.
Those who care less what others say.

Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who decide,
Only their opinions are legit.
Those who can not admit,
Their own limitations.

Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who express no empathy.
Or remorse shown to exist.
Those who sit in the midst of accusations.
Baiting and creating all aspects of conflict.

Saddened by the lack of their sense of humanity.
Yes!
We all should be saddened by this foolishness.
Since nothing that lives can afford this luxury.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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