Forever his eyes can see.....
Painting beautiful words and painting with words,
Painting an ugly portrait with a hidden beauty,
Portraiture means, sometimes, silent poetry,
And other times, means a flower blossoming,
A miracle and a privilege,
Or just beauty beyond the words.
With tears like drops of rain, with tears in the rain,
Portraiture is an ice cube in the water of colors,
Floating on the river of time....
Sweet thoughts of the portraitist are coming to light,
Becoming creative and insightful realities...
He's always angry with himself, but he's never hating himself,
When he wants to be a witness, who testifies the truth.
He, sometimes, becomes frustrated, while he is living with his faith
And his divine malignant fever means writing poems,
Which are born, sometimes, from his obsessions with music.
It is about that kind of music,
Which is torturing his dreams throughout the night
And makes the weight of his loneliness to creep inside.
Behind his soul's door, always the loved souls
Can hear his musical notes...
His poetical lines are other times immense pools of light,
In which the readers wet their thoughts
To see the eyes of the Father, in that spiritual Earth paradise,
Where all souls stand as equals....
To see the eyes of the Father, in that spiritual Earth paradise,
Where forever his eyes can see.....
dedicated to our poet Eyan Desir
poem by Marieta Maglas
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If You Are a Poet
If you are a poet it means so much
as others souls you often touch.
Your own soul you cruelly cut
petting the others with your blood.
To be a poet means to sing of beauty
and it’s the main poet’s duty.
Rhyming the words to tell the truth
and it has to be quite smooth.
To be a poet means to burn with passion,
to treat the others grief with a compassion,
to love the others as yourself,
to hear the voice of kind elf.
To be a poet means to dream,
to tell the world a touching theme,
to speak sincerely and frankly
but not just rhyming poems blankly.
Rhyming words is not the main,
there’s no need to strain your brain.
If your heart has nothing to tell
rhymed words will look like hell.
To be a poet means to write
as if your blood gushes from vein,
to write the rhythm of living breath,
the rhythm of life that seethe.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
30/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Painting The Walls
painting the walls,
rolling over handprints,
cobwebs, and smoke stains....
over splashes of color,
over peels of time.
painting over the sounds
of voices whispering, laughing....
painting over tears hidden
from the world, from each other.
painting over running, and working,
working all day and half the night.
painting over children, and dreams,
folded like old clothes, and put away.
painting over notes from God,
that were often barely noticed...
painting over the nail that held
up the clock, hands moving slowly,
turning the seasons of living....
painting over the final words,
the last breath held in the hands,
of lives written in the grain....
the testimony of each feeling....
painting the walls,
and brushing the corners,
as if we never lived!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Definition Of Beauty
Beauty are the roses
Mixed with beauty within
Not just a pretty face
Or pleasures it brings
But lives it beautify
Beauty are the flowers
Blessed with faithfulness
Honesty stains it's plate
Its kindness fills lakes
Its love cannot break
Beauty isn't I love you
But giving love that's true
Beauty isn't sweet words
But words that inspires lives
Beauty isn't what you say
But the way it's said
The rainbows in the sky
The angels from up high
Beauty can lighten eyes
But true beauty lives
Very deep inside
It's grace can bring joy
To Hundreds of hearts.
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poem by Eyan Desir
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A special flower....♥ ..............(love)
Every once in a while
The beholder casts
A special wish
And a flower is created
For every day that comes.
This flower glows lovelier
With every breath it takes
Earth seems a little brighter
For with every sunrise
A heart becomes happier
With every breath it takes
The air seems sweeter
For every time my eyes see
This flower blossom
It's a miracle and privilege
To be in its presense
Every time I touch this flower
I appreciate living
For I 'm grateful for being alive
When you are my special flower.
All rights Eyan desir 30th Sep 2009
poem by Eyan Desir
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Youre So Beautiful
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the john denver album, and has also been released on the reflections and the country roads collection albums.
Born on a quiet morning
Just a dream in someones eyes
A dream thats like a promise meant to be
Giving rise to speculation
On a place called paradise
If Ive ever been there
Its when you were with me
Youre so beautiful
I cant believe your eyes
Each time I see you again
Youre so beautiful
That Im in paradise
Each time I see you again
I remember some hidden valley
Where the skies are never still
And alpine meadows burn in the evening light
I remember the path to glory
And the way around the hill
I remember true loves eyes
Shining in the night
Youre so beautiful
I cant believe your eyes
Each time I see you again
Youre so beautiful
That Im in paradise
Each time I see you again
And if paradise is everything you see
Then the place you must be coming from
Is ecstasy
Youre so beautiful
I cant believe your eyes
Each time I see you again
Youre so beautiful
That Im in paradise
Each time I see you again
Just want to see you again
I want to be with you again
I just need to love you again
Just wanna touch you again
I just need to love you again
I want to be with you again
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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The Simple Beauty
The simple beauty of the frozen sadness
Than tears of the blue is not much less
And not much more than beauty of the clouds
Inside the rain, to rain the flaky crowds.
But green inside the beauty as the winter keeps
Means more than grass of sorrow as the beauty weeps.
And eyes of green can see it in the whisper's ness
As their tears of blue than yours are not much less.
(dedicated to Alfred Lord Tennyson)
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Rain drops fall from heaven
Tears swelling up in my eyes every night
Rain drops fall from heaven
Simply a walking disguise in the light
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wondering when i will be alright
Rain drops fall from heaven
Growing so weak no energy to fight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Losing all hope in my mind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing that i could simply unwind
Rain drops fall from heaven
As time goes love makes me blind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i didn't have to leave her behind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wanting to make everything right
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i could see her in sight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing I had the strength to fight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i could hold her tight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Never knowing if she remembers me
Rain drops fall from heaven
Never know if we were meant to be
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i had more time to see
Rain drops fall from heaven
My family that always loved me
Rain drops fall from heaven
Thinking back to the times we had
Rain drops fall from heaven
Smiles and laughter but yet so sad
Rain drops fall from heaven
Just sitting here all alone
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i was way back home
Rain drops fall from heaven
Now the only thing that is on my mind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Is the memories i have way back in time
Rain drops fall from heaven
The tears from my eyes and deep inside
Rain drops fall from heaven
Matches the drops that come from the sky
Rain drops fall from heaven
If you could even begin to wonder why
Rain drops fall from heaven
It is simply those tears from lies
Rain drops fall from heaven
Every time it rains i stare to the clouds
Rain drops fall from heaven
Hoping one day she will simply fall
Rain drops fall from heaven
Right into my arms where she belongs
Rain drops fall from heaven
So that i can sing her a song
Rain drops fall from heaven
A song that tells her how i feel
Rain drops fall from heaven
A song that is nothing but real
Rain drops fall from heaven
That will be the day that will bring me joy
Rain drops fall from heaven
Too bad it wont happen to this boy
Rain drops fall from my eyes 24/7
poem by Joshua Thomas Gage
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untitled abstract painting of Custer's Last Stand
Untitled abstract painting of Custer’s last stand
an abstract painting of custer’s last stand
Hangs in the Montana Museum of Modern Art
A fish with a halo and many Indians mating
And no name tag makes this painting, stand apart
Montanans know the title of this portrait
Although no name tag is shown
Yet, as the gaze falls upon it
the title is intuitively known,
the last words that were spoken
from this famous man’s mouth
As the battle of the Big horn
Began to go south
Oddly enough, as in the painting
his last words were not prayer
Though the words; “copulation and Indians, “
“Fish And Holy, “ were there.
The title of the painting and Custer’s last words
Weren’t from Romans or Corinthians.
They were simply “Holy Mackerel
Look at all the F#@*in’ Indians
poem by David Whalen
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Full collection of seven deadly sins part 2
Murder.....
From man's stupidity
To devils trickery
Love, lust, infatuation
Obsessions, Sadness
Intoxication, rage
Confusions, loss
Loneliness, hatred
Bitterness, revenge
Unfaith-ness, dishonesty
Greed, misfortunes
Jealousy, envy,
Anger, stress, pressure
Have all caused hands
To embrace the seed of Satan
Better known as murder.
.....Greed
Spat out of the mouth of Satan
Comes forth a needy demon
With desires exploding
Out of proportion
On the souls of selfish Victims
His ambitions forgets good morals
Hunger fuel in rage
Passion burns insane
His thirst should be quench
Craving fed, yeaning comforted
Give him more, give him more!
His hunger is driving him insane
His thirst must always be quench!
Yearnings well comforted!
Give him more! give him more
Even if he takes his victims to hell
His hunger will never be fed!
...Fornication
For evil live in her core
Hiding waiting to pop out
She will lift her pretty face
To conceal the dangers within
She will taunt you tease
With juice of love and lust
But only forbidden souls she seeks
To taste her fruit
Means playing with flames of hell
She will please you to make you a slave
Her beauty passes fresh roses
Sweetest sweeter than honey
Value precious like gold
Pleasure unparallel
For beauty this sweet
Can only be a sin
Leading souls into the fires of hell!
....Pride..
Seated to the left of Satan
Come forth the biggest fool
That walked among men
Behold the fool that fooled
A mouse making him
Think he was a lion
Fool beneath the disguise
You will always be a coward
You will never be
As mighty as a lion
Where all souls stand as equals
In the eyes of the father
Whose soul is higher?
Fool fooled by this fool
Will be sentence to hell!
All rights Eyan Desir...
Sept 20 th 2009
All rights Eyan Desir...
Sept 20 th 2009
Thank you if you read this
poem by Eyan Desir
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Much More Than Love
Much more than green looks the sea in your twinkling eye,
Much more than salty are your eyes in the sea transgress,
Much more than greeny are leaves floating on waves to die,
In greeny waves, greeny eyes searched the beauty of loneliness.
Much more than you means your love to my eyes of keen,
Much more than love means the green of your sad tear,
Much more than sadness means the beauty of your green,
Much more than green means your life for me, my dear.
Dedicated to Alfred Lord Tennyson.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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Bless Me With Those Eyes!
'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever'
Words of Keats one can forget never
What is beauty - beauty is where
One can enjoy here and there, every where!
Grecian urn a beautiful piece
Niagara falls a beautiful place
Silver streaks of water brings us peace
Hills and dales sure nature's grace!
Does beauty lie in the objects seen
Or lie in the eyes of the seer keen?
Beauty seen in the scorching Sun
Beauty felt in the biting cold
Beauty heard in the melody of birds
Beauty smelt in the fragrance of rose
Beauty tasted in the bitterness of neem
Beauty found sure in every mean(s) !
'Beauty is truth and truth beauty
That is all what ye know on earth
And what all ye need to know'
Words of Wisdom
From votary of beauty
And a devotee of Almighty!
Creator of noble beauty
Harbinger of peace and piety
Bless me with those eyes and mind
Beauty in ugliness that they can find!
Beauty of the mind and beauty of the soul
Sure makes one the wholesome whole!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Tears of joy...
Perfume of tenderness
Soft hugs of kindness
Lips filled with honesty
A heart of loyalty
A brain of integrity
A voice of romance
Her Words exhilarate
That's the flower I hold
One that's very rare
With beauty that matches
Angels in the sky
Her beauty within
Matches yellow roses
Found in paradise
As beauty within
Wets my cocoon of life
Gladness slaps my face
Knowing the flames of love
Burns in my flower's heart
Gives gratification
Which makes me cry
Many tears of joy
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I then wore his eyes…
I met him reading the forward on “Voices from Leimert Park: a poetry anthology”
Glued to his words; I wanted to wear his eyes
I searched and searched for his whereabouts
I then purchased a one-way ticket and slept between his words.
Pages after pages his poetry became my sanity
Drinking this marathon of knowing
I came across an image, What a beauty!
I then wore his eyes and saw…
Folds of memoirs,
An antic mahogany well polished and aged,
Eye lids heavy with expression,
Books resting on his shoulder,
His mouth full of “Beat” notes,
He is a graduate of life school
An alumnus of mother earth…
I then wore his soul…
Placed my face on the cold glass
watched “Jazz” floating on the bayou
I carved his name out of my pain,
whispered my want in his absence,
poetry touching my breast,
music kissing my lower lips,
in and out of consciousness,
I welcomed him.
I then wore his eyes…
Poetry, music, religion, humanity all that and more
by the time I finished my conversation
He stayed on the screen and I took him to my country.
dedicated to Bob Kaufman... American Beat poet and surrealist inspired by jazz music and revolutionist.
© 2009 Emu Getachew
poem by Emu Getachew
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Meaning Of War
Meaning of war
War means bombing
War means explosions
War means fire
War means destruction
War means hating
War means mutilation
War means killing
War means tears
War means guns
War means loss
War means not of who is right
War means not of who is wrong
War means only of whom is left
poem by Oscar Montano
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Your Always Missing
Something Strong is living on
Even though you’re gone
When I cry my tears
They create rain for you
Because you’re gone
I’m sitting by the bed side
Where you once laid
Many days I cry my self to sleep
And the rain comes to play with me
All I want is just you near
Missing everything that I want to share with you
Every time I close my eyes
I close my eyes with you
And I see your face next to mine
And the rain is above my head tonight
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
Walking in the park
Clouds always gray
Time with you was gone to soon
And theirs only tears and rain
So what is left to say today
Tree’s never swaying
Plants never growing and dancing with you and me
The rain is always here
It’s never that comforting to me
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
I just want to see you again
Singing a song with me
Never again to dance in the rain not without you I won’t
No more playing for me
But the rain is playing with me
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
Never to hear the silent cries
Only angels seem to hear
I’m guessing your up their too
But is the rain playing with you
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing today
Your always missing from me
And the rain is crying with me
She says, 'Even Greater than Beauty
SHE SAYS EVEN GREATER THAN BEAUTY
She says,
'Even greater than Beauty
Is the poetry of pain and loss'
And out of the depth of our abandonment
The search for reparation
Is what the greatest Music gives-
I cannot answer her
For she has her life and her mind
And she can hear Music in a way I cannot -
Yet somehow always writing lines
Which mean more than I try to say in them
I know for me too-
Feeling in words is a Mystery well beyond me
And my poems too try to say to my mother and father
"Forgive your son for never having been the one
Who wholly brought you Happiness."
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beauty Of Love!
Beauty reflects in the behaviour and performance;
Beauty lives in loving care, kind words, gentle act;
Outward love is the index of inner beauty of soul!
Beauty thrives on art, music and poetry forever;
Natural beauty reflects the beauty of God ever;
Beautiful music reflects voice of God beautiful!
Beauty, music and love are where heaven exists
Making life ever enjoyable to live on the Earth with
Colourful Sky, birds and flowers as back ground!
Morning Sunrise with birds singing to wake one
The day begins with beauty and joy to see again
Beautiful happenings of day's work to satisfaction!
Evening Moon-rise preceding Stars in the night Sky
Twinkling as diamond jewels is beauty eternal to peace!
poem by Ramesh T A
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You Are The Flower
You never lose a minute, if in it there is love
And old man time always pulls you through
Its better not to depend on the morning dew
For the rose you plant in your bed tends to you, hard and blue
Some folks take money, some take their life, some take forever to see
Blind faith, blind love, theyre no mystery to me
You must take the time, for thats the fee
Chorus:
Its worth the pain that makes the tears
Its worth the light of a million years
Only your love I cant explain, you are the flower for my rain
You light the sun that shines from my eyes
Its all in return for what youre givin me
You are the reason for the earth beneath my feet
And you kill the space that I call free
Chorus:
(instrumental break)
You are the flower for my rain, you are the flower for my rain
You are the flower for my rain, you are the flower for my rain
You are the flower for my rain, you are the flower for my rain
song performed by by Toto
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Remember When The Music
Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes
Strung with silver wires
And as we sang
The words would set our hearts on fire
To believe in things
So wed sing
Remember when the music
Brought us all together
To stand inside the rain
And as wed join hands
Wed meet in the refrain
With dreams to live
And hope to give
Remember when the music
Was the best that wed dream of
For ours childrens time
And as wed worked wed sing
Cause we knew time
Was just a lie
A gift to say
A gift that future gave
Remember when the music
Was a rock we could cling to
So we would not despair
And as we sang wed knew
Wed hear an echo in the air
And if we werent smiling then
Wed smile again
And all the times I listened
And all the times I heard
And all the melodies Im missing
And all the magic words
All the beautiful words
All the beautiful voices
And all the choices we had theni hope you find you got
Those kind of choices once again
Remember when the music
Brought the night
Across the valley
And as we hum the melody
Wed be safe within the sound
So wed sleep
To awake with dreams
And promises to keep
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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