Three of my friends
Yes, it’s a photo of the three of them –
it’s not so often I can get them all together;
they’re so much in demand…
This one’s Rosa. She has something
quite unique: she’s no great beauty, yet
she has that something which
we’ve given up trying to define:
let’s say, it’s, inner beauty…
her girl friends are devoted to her;
men can’t keep away from her:
when you’re with her, you feel yourself
to… shine? As if you too, are beautiful?
(Her ‘girls’ admit it; men,
they do not like to put a name to it…though
sometimes contemplate themselves her husband;
glow with imagined, noble pride;
then sigh, at their unworthiness;
can’t wait to see her once again…)
Here’s Cora.. I don’t see her much,
she’s in demand for every possible
committee or whatever… for
her innate goodness seems to grace,
to bless, bring harmony, to every
well-intentioned, sometimes rancorous,
committee that she sits on…often, chairs;
we sigh and say, what is it about her..?
She just brings out the best
in everybody… when you’re with her,
you love yourself; you never doubt
that you, too, always have the good of all
at heart..
This one’s Max. He’d be at his happiest
in the research lab, discoveries
uncovering themselves under his steady gaze
as if eager to be found…
yet such is his ability to pass on
that love of finding out,
he’s constantly in demand to lecture and to teach;
his students, past and present, stand in awe,
yet love him for himself: when you talk to him,
he listens to your every word,
his eyes, shining all the while; as if
beyond the words you stumble out,
he hears – always and only – truth itself…
and for a while, you feel you share
his clarity of mind...
Yes, I treasure that photo in its silver frame;
it’s so rarely that I get them all together;
but they themselves just love it when I do:
maybe you see it in the photo there?
For as I stood behind the camera, I saw,
there's such respect there, for each other;
as if they know they share
a something so incredible,
that it’s a joy too absolute to name;
I breathed the word: humanity.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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0175 Love's Butterfly
As butterflies with beauty grace the air,
so love cannot be lazy in its love;
true love brings lovely energies to bear;
love's actions grace the true contemplative.
devoted action is the path we tread
when stirred at first by love of love's first cause;
to purge our souls of that we wish us rid;
such tasks may grace our caterpillar days.
humility - which is to know pure self,
seen clearly as the light of bad and good -
brings contemplation's share in godly wealth;
those shining works which are love's neighbourhood;
then we God's goodness, truth and beauty share;
as butterflies with beauty grace the air.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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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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Your Beauty
Your beauty lives within my heart
As if a warming flame,
As if a poet to impart
The sigh that is your name...
Your beauty gives me constant grace
Like those with souls reborn,
Like those who seek God's sweet embrace
And to His love are drawn...
Your beauty breaks what shackles hold,
Releasing me at last,
Releasing hopes as joys unfold
To overcome the past...
Your beauty makes a brighter day
With every smile you share,
With every touch you lead the way
In answer to each prayer...
Your beauty glows to light my path,
For each step I explore,
For each decision's aftermath
And yet you mean much more...
Your beauty fills me every hour,
To bless all things I do,
To bless me with your holy power,
No wonder I love you...
So from Heaven, watch above me,
Where all God's angels throng...
If I love you and you love me,
Together we are strong...
The universe is just a scroll
That time reveals to all,
Until your word completes its goal
And at your feet we fall...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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My Beloved Mum I Sent You Today Skies
My beloved mum,
I sent you photo of today skies
On the way to court for speeding offend
As I look from the train high up the skies
A plane flies above unreachable it seem
I toke a photo and capture the plane
It told me we aren’t far away and touching
Just like daily I sent you photo of today skies
Everyday you can see beautiful blues skies
I am happy nothing to be worry only smiley
And this plane especially takes your son treasured heart
To my beloved mum to touch and feel the bottom heart of my
Oh my beloved mum even we so far far away
Our heart and soul touches much and more loving
Daily I sent photo of today skies mum happy to see
Everyday we together never seem been away
Mother birth to child bold forever even living afar
Touches bottom hearted treasure and stay forever
Daily together we see the bright skies and the night skies
Good morning my son, Good night my beloved mum
I love you so much
From your son far far away
Sent you photo of today skies
Loving you beloved mum FOREVER
Big hugs cuddles and kisses
Son
poem by See Fee Lee
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The Everlasting Throes of Those
The Everlasting Throes
Of Those
Who Argue about Poetry versus Prose
And about the Propriety or Crime
Of Meter and Rhyme
In Poetry:
as I see it, it’s back to the ancient Greek idea
of three near-absolutes – Truth, Beauty and Goodness
and although they’re all absolute in their aim,
and therefore theoretically equal,
most of us, I suspect, have our personal order for this list
those who put Truth first at all costs are more likely
to write prose; but if they love beauty in words
and have the urge to write something beautiful in words
they may try poetry; but to them,
rhyme is untruthful, dishonest, because
looking for a rhyme
becomes a crime:
and leads your mind away from the strict Truth.
while those who put Beauty first don’t have
a fixed attitude – they may, as children do,
love the formal music of hearing about
A certain Mrs Dhutti
Who was very slightly nutty
She wouldn’t wear a saree
As her arms and legs were hairy
And thought it was much better
To wear trousers and a sweater
etc.
or they may feel that their response to the world
is so full of love, of awe, of wonder
(of which Aristotle said the second and third
are shared by philosophers, that is, lovers - note the word - of wisdom,
and poets – though a poet
may not know it…)
where was I oh yes, their response to the world
is most truly - note the word - expressed
in free verse
which may be better poetry
or worse
and what about Goodness – oh let’s not
get into that: the poetry Forums are full of the emptiness
(though it’s a necessary evil, looked at in a way)
of poets and readers and critics saying
what’s good poetry and what’s bad
according to them and feeling
they’ve made a contribution to
Truth, Goodness, and Beauty, in that order
by pronouncing this.
some few, some worthy few, and I’ll mention no names
for reasons not unconnected as Milton might put it
with the previous stanza,
whose brilliance of that servant mind which we all share,
manages to juggle Beauty, Goodness and Truth,
in that order in this instance, and not only juggle but
remain faithful to them all; we could call them
The Absolutely Great – they speak straight from heart to heart
and they don’t worry about prosaic considerations like the above
because they’ve got it all, all this, within their art; within
their constant heart.
(Readers, please note,
that last line’s a quote.)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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All things beautiful
I love girls,
They give my heart swirls,
They make feel up,
When they say hey was sup,
I ? girls cause they're beautiful,
I love girls because they're cute,
I would love girls without the looks,
I don't care if they're deaf or mute,
Because love has no ears or sight,
Love sneaks up on you like a thief in the night,
So don't judge a book by its cover,
You do not know it but they could be your lover,
You do not see a flower,
And wish to see it loose it's power,
So don't treat girls as toys,
Because these girls try so hard for the boys,
So give a wink, give a smile,
Provide some time, is always worth while,
To see a face light up like dawn,
Out of pain and being scorn,
It is so much better,
To receive a love letter,
Than to see someone's eyes,
Burn with your demise,
So treat your girls nice,
Or feel the burn of ice,
You think your so tough,
But girls can play rough,
They truly are amazing creatures,
With lovely spirits and great features,
So is not better to see true beauty's eyes,
Than watch a girl tear up and disguise.
I wish I could be someones dream man,
But that will have to wait,
God has called me for a higher purpose,
To protect me from a saddened state,
So all the girls big and round,
Don't beat yourself up, get off the ground,
True beauty lies within the soul,
Stand true stand tall,
You are beautiful just by being you,
They're aren't many girls who actually have a clue,
That looks and great hair,
Fade and get bare,
Stand up for your beliefs,
And get healed with Gods relief,
He loves you as a child,
Even when you go wild,
- to all the girls confused or in doubt,
Don't give me those look, stop that big pout,
Your beautiful to me,
Your beautiful can't you see? !
poem by Jordan Moore
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When You Say You Love Me You Need Not Mean It
when you say you love me you need not mean it
i do not demand that the love i get be pure
nothing about its sanctity is a condition of my flesh
i always understand how this world works
how each creature finds a way to survive
that is why i do not really demand much
i do not even pay attention
i do not weigh words
because words are just words
and sometimes they hurt
purposely
i do not demand that you mean it
for there were many times when i also say them
without any meaning at all
let me tell once again: what 's love got to do with 'it'?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cry On Demand
So, it's how the story goes.
And we come to the scene where I'm holding you close.
She moves, moves like a thin dulling blade
Cuts, all the words that I said.
The only difference is,
The only difference is,
The truth --
The truth is I miss you.
Cry on demand.
How'd you learn to?
Cry on demand.
Teach me if you want to.
Though you don't have to.
I just close my eyes and think of you.
Real. Real like a plastic bouquet.
That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace.
And dies every night with her face on the news.
Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes.
The only difference is,
The only difference is,
Nobody can cry --
It's hard to do.
For most folks, without a reason why.
Cry on demand.
How'd you learn to?
Cry on demand.
Why would you want to?
Just close your eyes and think of me.
I take back everything I said.
She can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you.
It's like were already dead.
Cry on demand.
Why would you want to?
Cry on demand.
Teach me if you want to.
Though you don't have to.
I just close my eyes and think of you.
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Photo Of Africa
How beautiful are your breasts?
And, how beautiful are your lips?
For your sweet spices of love are like the aroma of the perfumer,
And like the photo of Africa in the land of colours.
The photo of Africa and the muse of your love,
Deeper and deeper lie the dark shadows of love;
But i have prepared my table of love for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When you write.
When you write
You hunt for words
Capture them and put them where you
Want them to
Symbolize
An idea, words are symbols too
And these words can be more than that,
Like the word love
Symbolizing how you feel
About her
It can be more than that
Love as a word can go beyond
Its symbolism of
Affection
It can be demanding
About other words
Time
Money
Effort
And if you are true enough it
Can mean vulnerability
And nudity
One by one you remove every
Cover of yourself
From shirt to pants to brief
And there is more to that still
What you write
Any word for that matter
May demand that you remove
Your mind
Your eyes
Your soul even
So that in the end what you write demands
That you become completely
Nothing. Try it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The guy in the photograph
Out of the old tin frame
the 1944, I guess, photo, shines
a carefree smile from the 15-year-old
caught on a hillside in the summer air
in pure happiness..or so it images..
It’s the only photo from the album
that I like to have around; I look at it
and marvel that I ever looked like that
for more than one unguarded moment..
Is the story of my childhood that I tell myself,
the agonies of growing up, the uncertainties,
the discovery that parents are not perfect…
the not knowing who one really is…or might be…
all that, a fiction, or a fraction of the truth?
From time to time, I glance at it,
(as my parents must have done,
with all the thoughts that I’ll now never know) :
accept its mute challenge of beauty, goodness, truth…
he's expecting all that life may offer;
this is the guy I must keep faith with…
what else is there to say?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Platonic Reminiscence of a Great Lady
Someone mentioned your name yesterday
and I was silent
You loved goodness, you were goodness,
and I think goodness must have
loved you; and we,
we loved you for your goodness
You loved truth, spoke truth,
and surely the truth
loved you for loving it; and how
we loved to hear you
speaking truth
You loved beauty in
so many ways that beauty
blessed you: in movement,
in actions, in thought, in words and yes
the beauty of goodness and
the beauty of truth shone from you –
how could we not love you
beyond you?
How often in this poem to you
the word love appears
as it did
in you
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Nature/Diversity Without Dividing
Do you see how lovely and diverse nature is? Nature, as the great beauty she is in this photo, of a beautiful Bougainvillea flowered, potted plant and the love affair between the blooms and the delightful dance of the butterfly, seem to live in perfect harmony and love for one another.
They are different in species, yes, but harmonize in nature to provide a loving, ever-lasting love affair to propagate nature’s continued beauty. They are inherently diverse in nature yet strive to work together to benefit all who enjoy.
This is a beautiful statement actually to “embrace a benevolent spirit and heart for diversity yet without the complexities of trying to divide and conquer as humankind sometimes tends to do.” Why must we do that?
Can we not all live in harmony, love and peace? Imagine this, “diversity without dividing.” What a beautiful concept. Allow us to live in a diverse setting without contesting every move someone makes. Let us live as one.
poem by John Evans
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Photos of War
Photo of War - 1
no milk for her
child the nipple
droops a sad
thing while dogs
run wildly about
Photo of War - 2
Geese tell of return
the burning village
counts its embers
measured in hands
Photo of War - 3
there are treaties
generals
prisoners and
gilded boxes
exchanged
then the
Mongol spices
Photo of War - 4
boys
muddy feet
cheer
chase behind
battalions
innocent fists
raising threat
for them
such regrettable
punctuation
Photo of War - 5
Hold Fast
the greatest
among us
he knows
only war which
makes him great
in one thing
alone
I know
of waiting
what the horizon
safe keeps behind
its ear
of love, yes
Photo of War - 6
your top knot my hand
unknotting
your long hair my
scented bedding
sudden
startled
wildness of laps
in the vase
so very
still
a clutch of stamens
Arrival at last -
the fallen petal
of your navel
Photo of War - 7
Dream again
of moonlight
of sewing
that work of warriors
naked needling of seams
In this dream
I know the pattern well
so near to hand
a blessing
let the dead bury
theirs
Photo of War - 8
his face
sleeps upon my
belly
I do not breathe
do not wish to disturb
Dawn just
light fingers
trace in circles
each my
breasts
what tickles
but a sigh interrupted
Photo of War - 9
In your dream
a gentle
boat slowly rises
with waves
the gentler subsiding
slides up
my torso
to keel
to kiss
Never again will I go to war
Photo of War - 10
I lie
Already
the men are heavily gathering
new arrows hot for flesh
only for yours I am
Photo of War - 11
Fortress a better world
between the teeth
on tips of tongues
on lip perimeters
strung by kisses
Photo of War - 12
From childhood our song:
Hurry awake sleepy bee
Softly sings the breeze
To sweetness we are called
when the sun high shall be
freshened with tears our parting
Photo of War - The Last
behind the barred door wait
a lock of wound hair
silk pouch of my gated heart
it will be a hard arrow to pierce it
poem by Warren Falcon
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Her...
I can never get my mind off her,
I wonder if she'd mind if i'd,
make her my own,
and never let her go,
hug her tight,
treat her right,
act all polite,
take her on a date,
make sure i'm never late,
kiss her on her lips,
talk about our kids,
Make her feel like princess,
living in a castle,
hope that is not too much hassle,
But i am so blessed,
hope i can be the best,
hold you tight,
have your BR3A$t,
on my chest,
pass the test,
NOW YOUR MINE!
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poem by Jordan Moore
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Three Night Stand
My husband, my man, my three night stand.
Forbidden fruit, that's what you are,
But yet my shining star.
What we shared, I try to forget,
But the feelings keep my love strong,
Although we both knew it was wrong.
The memories keep me going on,
My heart still hears our love song.
Then thoughts of us appear like a dream this past year,
How I wish you were still here
To dance that dance that brought us near.
The music I play continuously,
Holding on to my memories.
Someday, we'll be together again,
To share the love we once knew,
Because that love we share was true.
Friends always, is what we said.
This separation I truly dread,
For thoughts of you linger in my head.
My husband, my man, my three night stand.
poem by Mary E. Wms. Young
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Mother!
Kind and adorable
So much affection.
She listens...so loveable
Time dares no tension
I've seen love wane
Heard of beauty
Withering with age
Still hers awe my thinking
Alienating any ode I made
The sugared clarity of coffee trees, blooming
The beauty of the sun
The peace I feel with the moon, soothing
The fresh smell of rainfall
Even now
Words elude me
Evading my mind
Leaving me empty
Save the light in her smile
Therefrom comes my opium
With every sigh
And every shine
The beat that powers my heart
Nothing compares
Sweet mother.
poem by Jubril Balogun
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In Demand
When we were together I was blown away
Just like paper from a fan
But you would act like I was just a kid
Like we were never gonna last
Now Ive got someone who cares for me
He wrote my name in silver sands
I think you know youve lost the love of your life
(and you said) I was the best youve ever had
Because Im in demand
Youre thinking of the way you shoulda held my hand
And all the times you said you didnt understand
You never had our love written in your plans
But now Im in demand
Dont ever think you saw the best in me
Theres a side youll never know
Cos love and loving are too different things
Set your sites far too low
Now Ive got someone who cares for me
He wrote my name in silver sands
I think you know youve lost the love of your life
(and you said) I was the best youve ever had
Because Im in demand
Youre thinking of the way you shoulda held my hand
And all the times you said you didnt understand
You never had our love written in your plans
But now Im in demand
Youre thinking of the way you shoulda held my hand
And all the times you said you didnt understand
You never had our love written in your plans
But now Im in demand
Its only when I fall asleep
I see that winning smile
When my dreams just move along
Youve lost the race by miles
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(never had our love written in your plans)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Because Im in demand
Youre thinking of the way you shoulda held my hand
And all the times you said you didnt understand
You never had our love written in your plans
But now Im in demand
You know Im in demand
You see Im in demand
You know Im in demand
You know Im in demand
You never had our love written in your plans
You know Im in demand
You see Im in demand
You need me in demand
You want me in demand
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A Showstopper In Facebook
'If a favouring God wills to give one,
He will do so splitting the roof of a hut',
the villagefolk often say this in fun,
despite one confined to the hut with doors shut.
A friend of facebook has her mischief done,
tagging on to my photo to a star to gut,
my fame earned as an old gold with good morals.
Young men curse me vying for my laurels.
I'm fine for my photo is matched to a star
at least in the facebook by an unknown friend.
Friends offer bad comments my heart to jar,
as they in hearts have places to the godsend.
They send words of hurt hearts which none can mend.
Some of the friends see me as their foe.
They plead with me, in her heart, their flames to wend.
O you bunged my photo near a star for show!
Could she, this bum, shun or with a great heart allow?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Words and Beauty
It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things
And even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.
It is beautiful to express love
And even more beautiful to feel it.
Beauty is a cheap word
But beauty remains priceless.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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