You are just a shooting star....
So big.....
sooooo bright,
you are a beautiful site.
So unexpected,
so natural and pure,
just to see you,
part of my cure.
No second to produce a thought,
you've passed on by....
only memory you've brought.
So I sit and look at the sky,
waiting til next time...
another will fly by :)
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Beautiful Day
The sky is bright on this beautiful fall day
the air is calm and cool to give us a wonderful day
during this day I will relax
just sitting here thinking of a task
I go to the window and what I saw was
the most beautiful thing of all
This beautiful thing was so big and bright
it had a lovely color and was in full site
I thought I was dreaming
to find out I wasn’t
I opened the door and what I saw was beautiful and yellow
Have you guessed what it may be
just look up in the sky you will see
a big round circle shining bright
it’s the sun in my site
poem by Malinda Kline
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I'll Carry You with Me!
I'll carry you with me here in my heart
From now 'til forever, we never will part,
Though all that we hoped for is now in the past,
Your memory lingers -the mold has been cast;
I'll carry you with me each day from now on
Though miles lie between us and you may be gone,
You inhabit my dreams as you always have done,
Your memory lingers as bright as the sun;
I'll carry you with me in each precious thought
Remembering your smile and the joy that you brought,
My life has been touched by each gift that you gave
Your memory lingers from here to the grave;
I'll carry you with me wherever I go
Your love still surrounds me and grounds me I know,
And I can be happy just knowing you care -
Your memory lives in my soul everywhere.
10/25/2008
Memories
Those bad memories remain and don’t vanish
Whatever they might have done to tarnish
Still they pinch and remain close to chest
To forget them easily even trying very best
It is not that they were in control and mighty
Enough sources to bring us down and feel pity
It was their constant drive to keep us at the bay
We too were waiting for golden chance to repay
It is natural that repeats at regular interval
Ups go down and down with show dismal
Never to regain old glory and strong position
God has arranged such beautiful composition
Had it not been easy to forget or last?
Life would have ended miserable and very fast
Doubts might have ruled the mind and cast
Engulfed with revengeful ideas to blast
Person shouldn’t think of what actually went wrong
Why did he not get love and wasn’t lucky among
Was he destined to rise later with new scales?
No danger to self even if he was swimming with whales
Try to reason out factor that guided you
Nothing went wrong as you had blessings from thou
He can be invisible but never a different to all
Guides you to destiny if you give him sincere call
Memories are meant to be with us and will remain
They should be confined but not allowed to gain
They should be brought on surface when we look back
It is part of golden domain with a beautiful pack
Some are carried away little emergence
Start weeping among friend’s presence
It gives them relief as they always dominated
They may never know why it never got eliminated
It may go off with one’s exit from this beautiful world
He may feel its warmth even in shivering cold
You may slip into memory and unable to hold
It is treasure and stored in memory as pure gold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Taking The Early Train
`
Yes, I will try to be brave
just like you'd want me to be;
here I am waiting on shared memory:
Dear old friend, where might you be?
And where is it that we have arrived:
now we're quickly fading into oft-turned pages
that lay dog-eared upon sweet serenity
while a fresh film of dust settles on table tops,
while train carriages shrink into the distance
that could only part-reveal their silent witness.
Yes, our time together, though passed on too soon,
brought us at the crossroads of our existence.
Your friendship has left such an imprint on my soul,
in my thought & yearning you shall forever remain.
Reminiscence is now all that is left
and the garden grows wild without your presence,
friend, my dear friend, where might you be?
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Violation
A lone carnation stands,
Symbolically,
in remembrance of a
Fleeting memory.
The moment passed with the
Speed of Time's passing
And the colour
Blossoms in violation to the
Memory. The love is floundering
Whilst the growth of the
Single
Carnation is not retarded,
Drawing on its natural
Resources,
allowing the gentle seduction
of the plant to stimulate
An already flagging memory.
poem by Kevin Parkin
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If You Thought
If you thought me beautiful
I would be
The bright sun playing
In a cherry tree.
If you thought me beautiful
I would know
The thoughts of moonbeams
Dancing slow.
If you thought me beautiful
I would hold
The key to caverns
Full of gold.
If you thought me beautiful
I would look
Like a fairy-tale princess
In a magic book.
poem by Christine Natale
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Thoughts on a memory
There is so little I can say,
and yet so much thought
has gone in today.
How the mind wanders
on the different alleys.
To retrieve a thought, a memory,
it's brought forth in vivid view,
to haunt my tormented soul..
I cling to the memory
of the almost-nothing.
Thinking it through
to create the almost-something.
As the days draw by
I think of that single memory.
I ponder on thoughts,
I know I should not have.
Yet, when the heart beats yearningly,
don't we all return to the memory?
To that single moment
when one word could make,
a whole new memory?
poem by Ranger Lady
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This Must Be
“This must be pure love” I thought
How strong it was powerful pull to be fought
No one could resist its magnetic power
I was not that fortunate enough from fewer
Many times I had thought about not entertaining
I was up to the last very firm and maintaining
I could resist no further as nature had started showing its colors
Eyes were resting on beautiful flowers and seeking for
I witnessed gradual change and really loved
It was nice to retire from one point to another when moved
It has its own charm and needs sometime to adjust
You got to believer your eyes and it is really must
Why nature was behaving in its unusual way?
I was practically unmoved previously and stayed away
What brought me in to it’s near by influence?
Was it right on my part to shed the prudence?
Yes, I witness terrific changes in body
It was all noticed and put to me by everybody
It was time that was pressing me for total change over
I needed some one to offer me simple cover
“Well, go for it my dear sons” I was encouraged
I knew nothing about as how it was to be managed
But somebody came to my rescue at right place
I was hypnotized by natural beauty and reflected on face
“This must be true” I exclaimed
Else why it that I was was clean bowled?
I must obey to natural dictate
It had something to relate
We are all guided by super power
We have to fall to it’s pray later or sooner
It is designed in such a way that human beings feel complete
Universe under goes gradual change and we feel it under our feet
We are subjected to universal appeal
It is our guide, medicine and means to heal
We may go against it run for favor
Yet it remains our protector and savior
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Aint No Cure For Love
I loved you for a long, long time
I know this love is real
It dont matter how it all went wrong
That dont change the way I feel
And I cant believe that times
Gonna heal this wound Im speaking of
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love.
Im aching for you baby
I cant pretend Im not
I need to see you naked
In your body and your thought
Ive got you like a habit
And Ill never get enough
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But theyll never ever find that cure for love
There aint no drink no drug
(ah tell them, angels)
Theres nothing pure enough to be a cure for love
I see you in the subwayand I see you on the bus
I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up
I see your hand, I see your hair
Your bracelets and your brush
And I call to you, I call to you
But I dont call soft enough
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul
I dont need to be forgiven for loving you so much
Its written in the scriptures
Its written there in blood
I even heard the angels declare it from above
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But theyll never ever find that cure,
That cure for love
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Cruelly Pure
Swan like movements,
“Swan Lake” melody bursts out in the air,
Slaying it with the greatest ease!
Beautiful in white you are,
So beautiful and pure,
So beautiful and rebel at soul!
Mute swan until death comes,
Wing shaped flames burst in my soul,
Slashing it with amazing grace!
Yes, Love burns slow,
Love crawls inside,
Cuts you so deep
That you’ll forever remember,
Never regret!
Beautiful and cruel you are,
So beautiful and pure,
So beautiful and rebel at heart!
Steams, hot mist dances like a mistress,
Feather-like touches on my face,
Caressing it with impeccable desire,
Cruelly pure my lover is,
So beautiful and pure,
So beautiful and rebel at soul!
©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!
Part of 'Dark Whisperings and Invocations'
poem by Elya Thorn
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Sperminator
'sperminator', sperm, man, men, perms, pets, am, in, it, is, eat, tea, tar, seat, era, into, an;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you do really resemble my mother.
'Sperminator', art, part, set, rats, ants, tears, ears, pears, sear, main, same, sore, tore, sort;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you do really resemble my sister.
'Sperminator', ten, tan, nets, neat, near, stream, teams, means, sap, raps, times, mates, sit;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you fo really resemble my brother.
'Sperminator', trips, sip, tips, nips, pins, maps, pans, naps, rear, sport, pots, tapes, pore, as;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you really resemble my friend.
'Sperminator', some, mine, into, spot, reaps, pits, at, rapes, tops, rims, ate, sea, sat, more;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you really resemble my neighbour.
Lone, cone, zone, done, bone, gone, hone, none, pone, tone, sure, cure, pure, lure!
You are now awakened by the tree of love;
And like your love in the land of your muse.
Line, wine, fine, dine, cine, sine, mine, nine, pine, tine, vine, sure, cure, pure, lure!
Jealousy is as crule as the grave! !
And like the hate in the land of your muse.
Wake, fake, lake, take, make, bake, cake, hake, quake, rake, sake, sure, cure, pure, lure!
And like what you are doing now in the dark! !
But your deeds are always notified by your acts.
Thunder, founder, under, bounder, rounder, sounder, sure, cure, pure, lure!
Awakened under the big apple tree;
But your muse is like the sounds of war!
Hour, four, our, sour, pour, dour, jour, lour, tour, your, fuel, cruel, duel, gruel!
But who bore you and brought you forth?
For the bombs are now killing all of us! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nature's company
When we are in nature's company
Something unique not realized by many
Away from world and far from worry
Bright sun may never make you sorry
Cool breeze has just departed
You have yet to be parted
Still wait for some more time and enjoy
There is enough of happiness around for joy
See the morning movement to prove
Life is seen al round in readiness to move
What are we waiting for to take on?
Battle is there and always to be won
Near to truth and near to nature
Always healthy for coming future
Stay blessed with nothing to cure
Mind is healthy and heart is pure
It may dream for calm and peace
Life may be simple and quietly at ease
More of energy waiting to be released
Nature is smiling and very much pleased
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Moon Reflects on Water
I thought that
'heart' was beautiful, pure and unbroken thing
My heart should be beautiful and bright too
I believe it is born to light his heart
Never only be the shadow of shining moon
in the dark night sky
My heart should..must be beautiful and bright, but..
it's not
Why I'm such a fool and proud one
My heart... like reflection moon on water, so small
like moon's hidden by the cloud
Even shining moon on gloomy night
could lose its charm
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Waiting for something to happen
I have waited before and nothing happened,
This time I am expecting something to happen,
The occurrence may take longer than planned,
Dreams were born in appearance that will begin.
Every part of me left hanging upside down,
Cursing the veil event which had torn apart,
The bliss life known, planned and waiting,
But love says it should have broken my heart.
Bury my head and flush the feelings all away,
Instead, I can start mounting another challenge,
Choosing time and place being suited in array,
Escape that world and be taken by a carriage.
It could be the angelic flight of love from above,
With contented joy embrace the tighten alter grip,
And all the leftovers of my body solemnly move,
Sentiments fashion every thought and tentative step.
I waited for love to paint over the part of my life,
Remove the gloomy birth from all disappointment,
That brought the indolent moods to sense its peak,
And commune with patience the waiting moment.
This could be the dream I have been waiting for,
Anticipating something beautiful in life to happen,
And my passive resistance which stood unsure,
Held a door open until the dream prefer comes in.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Small Gaps In Creativity
real writing
demands real time
course work
never allowed
full time employment
never allowed
artistic development
real writing
part time artists
produce part time work
part time pieces
of genuine artistic souls
to produce artistically
but a few times
to only create properly
but a few times
in work recent months
is curse of part time
artists who felt right
but a few times in months
the rest of the time
was racing gaps
small time windows
of opportunity art time
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It Had to Come to Us This Way
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Unexpected love.
We did not know it had us picked.
When unexpected love,
Came to visit.
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Willing to accept,
How it crept upon us.
When all we felt was tried.
Staring in clear skies,
Sometimes for that 'one'.
That someone special to us to come.
And when it is done...
We become stunned.
It is familiar.
As if it begins where it 'had' begun!
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
Expecting it returned.
As it is to feed what is yearned.
Connecting two hearts burning!
When all we felt was tried,
Unexpected love...
Comes out of hiding!
It had to come to us this way.
If it had not...
We would find reasons,
To chase it away!
And that is why,
It had to come to us
This way...
Finding us in a receptive display,
And giving without thought to run.
Hoping love like this did come,
To stay!
It had to come to us this way,
Unexpected love...
Seldom drifts or fades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A beautiful Gul
Gul, Gul, Gul
You are so beautiful
Gul is flower in garden
I noticed it all of sudden
I found her up in the morning
Her rosy face simply shining
Bright eyes stared as if inviting
Was it for passion igniting?
It was magnetic pull
There prevailed natural lull
Still moon remained in circle and full
I was not worried about attack from bull
I was totally mesmerized
The things were not to be summarized
It did make magic and surprise
This was something new and very good prize
How could she be in my domain?
She should not be away and remain
Totally indifferent and only in dream
How to bring her in pure love stream?
How many thoughts just crossed the mind?
How all of sudden I was able to find
She must be elegant and very kind
I was brought in sense by flow of wind
It made me to think in another direction
What will be her move and next action?
Will she be angry as hostile reaction?
As she was hailing from wealthy section
I could still read lines on her face
I was definitely for her in race
I want her to be on my side in any case
She must fall in line and not make memory to erase
This is what I consider as cherished dream
I don’t want to loose her and cry with scream
She may not opt for simple person
She may be compelled by any reason
I never knew morning breezes are so cool
They can’t push you to look like fool
It is freshness of flowers that is brought
One understands it and it is never taught
Soon her reddish face was about to disappear
There was so much pain to bear
I could see her murmur but couldn’t hear
She must be thanking me as dear
She engulfed me through the day
I had dreamed of very good way
Alas! I could offer her rose flower
My gesture would have been the best answer
the mind does develop reactive feeling
it is natural to go for it without thought killing
What will happen even if we get total failure?
It will enrich you and make the way very sure
She was almost there with hands on her eyes
I could only stare at her and could not ask why?
She utter few words in my ears for acknowledgement
It was now my turn to make positive movement
Gul……flower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Million Heart Beats From You
lost gone away to the wind like the seasons changing fall to winter winter into spring beautiful in the summertime the best time o anytime depending on where you are stars shine an eternal glow of forever and ever darkness gives away to the light of bright sunlit day light far and away from from you i seem across what is forever and darkened and blocks anysite of you in my mind in my heart i hold on to the thought of you a sweet memory that will always be with me now and always more worth sweet like life itself my heart feels the ever crushing of darkness my soul plunges deeper into a lonley lost hell the very stars for but an eternity then it turns to dark slowly like acandle slowy fadin into the very nothingness i think back to the thought of you sweet sexy kind and caring the very sweetness of you the look in your eyes the very greatness when you smile the feeling the warmth like a hot summer day and how your eyes sparkle and shine like bright beautiful starlight from now and until the end of time itself stay sweet stay kind beautiful beautiful angel that you are and will always be until the very end itself you'll be in my heart
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Young, Dumb and Beautiful
Young, dumb and beautiful
She is everything I need
Young, dumb and beautiful
She means the world to me
Young, dumb and beautiful
A flower for the world to see
Young, dumb and beautiful
So glad she loves me
I used to stare into her eye's in awe
The passion we shared made my heart fall
I hope she knows she means the world to me
Never thought someone so beautiful would ever love me
So many countless nights I yearned for true love
Prayed for God to send me an angel from above
Now I know that some prayers come true
Because every morning when I wake its next to you
Young, dumb and beautiful
Thank you for being mine
Young, dumb and beautiful
A love to grow with time
As I hold your hand down this bright road.
Gonna tell you something that Ive never told.
Want you to know I love you so.
Let us share our hearts forever more.
Young, dumb and beautiful
Blow a kiss into the breeze
Young, dumb and beautiful
She's brought me to my knee's
poem by Lance Carthen
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She, to Him, II
Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away,
Some other’s feature, accent, thought like mine,
Will carry you back to what I used to say,
And bring some memory of your love’s decline.
Then you may pause awhile and think, “Poor jade!”
And yield a sigh to me—as gift benign,
Not as the tittle of a debt unpaid
To one who could to you her all resign—
And thus reflecting, you will never see
That your thin thought, in two small words conveyed,
Was no such fleeting phantom-thought to me,
But the Whole Life wherein my part was played;
And you amid its fitful masquerade
A Thought—as I in yours but seem to be.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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