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Bottled Message - Initial Version

From shore to shore
I brave wild waves
with winds unsure
'bove mermaid cave,
in shine or pour
with message grave
within I store,
from water save.

While currents flow
from East to West
I onwards go
and do my best
to bring words so
they find fair guest
whose heart may know
shared joy unguessed.

Thus bottle green
upon sea blue
will float unseen
by blue sky too,
until the scene
is set for two
to find love keen
which years renew.

One could write on
till cows come home,
unreel tale long
on how to roam
at sea in song,
words honeycomb
in plaits sweet, strong,
'neath starry dome.

But this might bore
the reader who
might stop before
end comes on cue,
paint stormy roar
and calm - but few
can cope with more
than this so you
must know to woo

was message sent
on Chance's tide
to represent
love none should hide.
Tale ends - Fate meant
two bona fide
to find shared tent,
and there abide...

(9 January 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Bottled Message 1717

From shore to shore
I brave wild waves
with winds unsure
'bove mermaid cave,
in shine or pour
with message grave
within I store,
from water save.

While currents flow
from East to West
I onwards go
and do my best
to bring words so
they find fair guest
whose heart may know
shared joy unguessed.

Thus bottle green
upon sea blue
will float unseen
by blue sky too,
until the scene
is set for two
to find love keen
which years renew.

As bottle sent
one April day
I'd spring event
life-changing, May
no sooner spent
saw June display
as covenant
where interplay
would represent
Joy's present, way
to taste sweet scent
as roundelay
was surely meant
all fears to lay
at rest, prevent
guilt complex grey.

Upon time's stream
the message came
as true dream's beam
to help two claim
tomorrow's team
free from all blame
could bloom, esteem
helps heart pure flame
complete life's scheme
while spurning shame
as groundless, deem
tomorrow's fame
would show shared gleam.

From bridge of sighs
flow onwards: face,
once shed disguise
and self-disgrace,
joy love supplies
to interface
with wisdom wise
as time and place
dissolve, while cries
one can replace
and recognize
as two embrace
the future lies
ahead! Displace
forgotten lies
past tears might trace.

One could write on
till cows come home,
unreel tale long
on how to roam
at sea in song,
words honeycomb
in plaits sweet, strong,
neath starry dome.

But this might bore
the reader who
could stop before
end comes on cue,
paint stormy roar
and calm - but few
can cope with more
than this so you
must know to woo
was message sent
on Chance's tide
to represent
love none should hide.
Tale ends. Fate meant
two bona fide
to find shared tent,
and there abide.

(9 January 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Find Myself

By eric clapton
We took the long way home, you held my hand,
The days so full of all the things we had planned.
We walked beyond the green, beyond the day.
We shared a dream that I let slip away.
I had to find myself.
I had to find myself.
No use looking for no one else,
cause Ill be lonely till I find myself.
You were the man who knew too much to say.
So many things that I learned came your way.
These things I know that I cant forget,
Deep in my heart, theyre a part of me yet.
They helped me find myself.
They helped me find myself.
No use looking for no one else,
cause Ill be lonely till I find myself.
Too many years rolled by without a word.
I tried to hide behind things that Id heard.
And now the truth is clear for all to see
That through it all, it was you believed in me.
You helped me find myself.
I had to find myself.
No use looking for no one else,
cause Ill be lonely till I find myself.
I got to find myself.
I got to find myself.
No use looking for no one else,
cause Ill be lonely till I find myself.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Message In Bottle

Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
No-one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Ooh... message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Dont believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems Im not alone in being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Sending out an sos
Sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos...

song performed by by Police
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Message In Bottle

song performed by by Police
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A Poet To Be

A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.

I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.

I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.

I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.

But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.

I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.

I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.

I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.

A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.

I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.

I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.

It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.

A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.

But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.

How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.

As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.

poem by Adam McKim
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Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow

Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
As in a sack some thing washed in:
And lay amidst the shells
And pebbles of the shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.

Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
One eye was closed the other open
And on her golden hair
Were drops of red:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.

How many winters rude have skimmed
Their frozen fingers on the white breast
Of the pale moon-lit lake a-dreaming sound
How many a Spring of green
Has come and gone:
Since that ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
Her clothes that rich were tattered were
Unseemly with the smoke of cigars
And the drunk smell of alcohol
Her look was wild and sad and raw:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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poem by Tamara Beryl Latham
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Home, Sweet Home

Sharers of a common country,
They had met in deadly strife;
Men who should have been as brothers
Madly sought each other's life.

In the silence of the even,
When the cannon's lips were dumb,
Thoughts of home and all its loved ones
To the soldier's heart would come.

On the margin of a river,
'Mid the evening's dews and damps,
Could be heard the sounds of music
Rising from two hostile camps.

One was singing of its section
Down in Dixie, Dixie's land,
And the other of the banner
Waved so long from strand to strand.

In the land where Dixie's ensign
Floated o'er the hopeful slave,
Rose the song that freedom's banner,
Starry-lighted, long might wave.

From the fields of strife and carnage,
Gentle thoughts began to roam,
And a tender strain of music
Rose with words of "Home, Sweet Home."

Then the hearts of strong men melted,
For amid our grief and sin
Still remains that "touch of nature,"
Telling us we all are kin.

In one grand but gentle chorus,
Floating to the starry dome,
Came the words that brought them nearer,
Words that told of "Home, Sweet Home."

For awhile, all strife forgotten,
They were only brothers then,
Joining in the sweet old chorus,
Not as soldiers, but as men.

Men whose hearts would flow together,
Though apart their feet might roam,
Found a tie they could not sever,
In the mem'ry of each home.

Never may the steps of carnage
Shake our land from shore to shore,
But may mother, home and Heaven,
Be our watchwords evermore.

poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Laila

I will follow the foot prints
Not to reveal or give away the hints
She may be golden hen and proving mint
It is to be understood and not meant

I may not tear off the cloths
Not to bring shame hence forth
May not shout also her by name
I may not care where from its name came

Laila, laila name I murmured
On dry lips little water poured
Eyes searched in all the direction
Nature too didn’t respond with any action

I was single but might have moved with many
Put up great show without having enough money or penny
Was it simple cover up or bargain?
Was it pure love or ground to gain?

*Laila’s name may be remembered for decades
*Majnu’s name may not vanish or fade
Love may find its way in eternal roots
One has to search and walk alone on foot

I may call her my love or honey
Some one may think it is for money
How should I get along and move?
Honesty and desire how to prove?

I was never a good swimmer
But knew well how to reach the shore
Had strong will power to sail through
Faced many hurdles and amidst crisis grew

Love may be called legendry tale
It may make living life like hell
Tidal waves may raise the sea level
Hurdles to cross and smooth the travel

*Majnu had sincere desire to marry
Sacrifice to make and words to carry
Nothing could go well with their story
Their names could be taken only with glory

We have rich heritage to look after
It is not to be joked or taken with laughter
Many might have got what they had wanted
Others were tortured, humiliated and haunted

I humbly sought the purest of pure
Prayed sincerely for it but was never sure
I was suffering from feeling which had no cure
Neither I had any answer not she was feeling secured

Sea remained calm with blue water
Seemed it had no plan to alter
Allowed the movement with free passage
Love is to be sacrifice with clear message

I may not find place as *Majnu did
He openly expressed and did not hide
I have courage to drive and make clean sweep
Not to make relation sour but always sweet

*Laila…female’s name……Majnu…….lover

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Legandary lovers

I will follow the foot prints
Not to reveal or give away the hints
She may be golden hen and proving mint
It is to be understood and not to be meant