My negative approach
They accuse me of being negative
In my approach
Yes, I am negative
For positveness lies in negativeness
By negating falsehood, we are familiar with the truth
By negating disappointment, we wear the crown of hope
By negating ignorance, we get the treasure of knowledge
By negating false gods, we come close to one single God
In short
By negating darkness, we are closed to light
So I take pride in my negativeness
As it instills me with the ability
To discover positiveness.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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To Hold You Close
to hold you close enough
closer than close
negating the powers
of distance
we smell the smell
of our souls
we taste the taste
of our desires
we are so near
skin to skin
soul to soul
i penetrate you
the center of your being
i fall upon
the crater of your longings
i lose myself
in this darkness
as i close my eyes
and perhaps forever lost
without despair
without regrets
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I am truly free only when all human beings, men and women, are equally free. The freedom of other men, far from negating or limiting my freedom, is, on the contrary, its necessary premise and confirmation.
quote by Mikhail Bakunin
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Metaphysical, Or Existentialist, Poem?
Flame...for candles' light,
Negating dark.
Do we not trust light?
Flame?
Vagaries in binding, beyond hope,
Altruism to reality.
Do we not trust reality?
Hope?
Buds open. Yesterday yields
Tomorrows' petals.
Do we not trust yesterday?
Flowers?
Do we trust...
Trust?
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Aurobindo 116 Savitri Book 7
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Seven: The Book of Yoga
Canto Six: Nirvana and the Discovery of the All-Negating Absolute
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'Effacing heaven with its enormous stride
It willed to expunge the choked and anguished air
And end the fable of the joy of life.'
'It seemed to cry to her without thought or word
The message of its dark eternity
And the awful meaning of its silences: '
'In her own depths she heard the unuttered thought
That made unreal the world and all life meant.'
'Who art thou who claimst thy crown of separate birth, Line 102 to
At last know thyself, from vain existence cease.'Line 132
'I am Death and the dark terrible Mother of life,
I am Kali black and naked in the world,
I am Maya and the universe is my cheat.'
'For only the blank Eternal can be true.'
'O soul, inventor of man's thoughts and hopes, '
'At last know thyself, from vain existence cease.'132
All well said here and me spellbound in silence
Thine askesis has felt high such and I wonder..
'A shadow of the negating Absolute,
The intolerant Darkness travelled surging past
And ebbed in her the formidable Voice.
It left behind her inner world laid waste:
A barren silence weighed upon her heart,
Her kingdom of delight was there no more; '
'Only her soul remained, its emptied stage,
Awaiting the unknown eternal Will.
Then from the heights a greater Voice came down,
The voice of Light after the voice of Night:
The cry of the Abyss drew Heaven's reply,
A might of storm chased by the might of the Sun...
............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Nowhere In Sight
I will cross the twilight zone
to meet you in zero space
negating the fear.
The mauled city
strikes the dumb sky
in unilateral war.
Coming from a bleeding torso
a scream agitates the dolls
playing with pebbles.
Flaming death will not leave footprints
Violence was not coming to stop.
It had many faces.
The very existence had no meaning.
Darkness, was coming down the hills.
Can you bring some flowers?
Sun was nowhere in sight?
poem by Satish Verma
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Ego
All the Ego
He had built
Over the years
By demeaning others
Decimating others
Silencing others -
Undermining others
Negating them
Forgetting them
Overriding them
Overtaking them
All that Ego
Of his hard-hitting
Efforts…
Got destroyed
In a jiffy -
When the earth
Attacked him
Jolted him -
Oscillated him
By shaking him
Violently with its
Mighty tremors -
Plunging him down
Into dungeons of
Mortality.
Being blown away
Like a feather
He remained -
A mute spectator
To the earthquake's
Egotistic cruelty…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Sysiphus
Let it go, do not touch it,
you had been negating the bare truth.
I was part of you
once at the shore of tragedy.
Life was treacherous
and I was free to laugh.
Come September and I will be chasing
the fireflies again.
How time takes revenge
from the innocent commitments?
You start returning to your roots
and I was still surfeiting
on the secret fidelity.
Where was the need to be tied down
to god? No body was honest to forsake
the fear of nameless nemesis.
The myth of rock still haunts.
Water still boils under the clay.
Petals fly in dark alleys
and I cannot find the door.
poem by Satish Verma
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Do Not Rest On The Laurels Of Your Head
we get old
the laurels mean no more
they become irritants
to the lines in our forehead
we finally let go
of these decors
we take the chances of
negating fame
embracing the privacy
of the walk
beside the hills
feeling the stones on our bare feet
touching the winds
and listening to its roars
wading to the waters
getting wet
and then take the much missed
plunge
we wish we are gone somewhere
to places
where no one finds us
where we look at no shadows
we stare
at the sunset
and then find the silence of
the coming darkness
perhaps the moon shall be full
perhaps the stars will gather in magnificence
perhaps we can love again
loneliness like the grass that we cannot uproot
amidst the daisies
they become part of us
they become us
in love and tolerance
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A man of God
Instilled with the strength of character
Standing fixed amidst the storm of evil
Negating the rule of tyranny
Supporting the rule of good
Mesmerizing the world with his influence
Strengthening the foundation of his faith
Loving the poor and downtrodden
Hating the evils of the rich and powerful
Slapping across the face of arrogance
Keeping strict vigil around himself
A man of God is heading towards his destination Without any fear.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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In The Name Of ………
Watching the wilting dividers,
wanted to declock the time
in timeless death:
though life must move on.
After amputation, body waits to be lifted,
negating the bed.
Now it was time, which would you like,
nouns that hurt?
Or verbs that heal?
After stepping down
from my self
said the star, I have become
a black moon. Three bombs went off
within three minutes. Was it a Mendelson’s
syndrome after general anaesthesia?
The chemical god wanted to distemper
a flock of sheep. God
save the earth.
poem by Satish Verma
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From the biography of an unknown woman: III
Into the empty corridors
Of the night does she wake
An immobilizing blankness filling
The precincts of her skin and bones
The skin torn into rags
The bones crushed to smitherens
There in an insignificant corner
Lies a heap of her ashes of many a death
A whirlwind of unknown origin
Scatters the ashes far and wide
The phoenix can never rise
Negating all myths
Much to her surprise
She continues to roam
In those empty corridors
The shallowness of her breath
Echoing loud through her exhausted lungs
18apr2010
22.03hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Without A Title
Full moon was negating the intensity of night.
I wanted the sacred smell of dark heaven
which was dispensing the forgiveness.
Did not reach the dazzling height of a star;
even conflicts gave me immense metaphors.
Nemesis was measuring the hauled-up mistakes
For them I was tormented by unknown fears
and the ravings were useless.
Deliberately I cleaned my room twice
to welcome the instincts.
Even the particulars have become painful.
What do you think, can we follow the poem
without a title?
The neighbourhood cracks silently
I am not going to flaunt my lesions.
poem by Satish Verma
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Prison
A drink becomes a dozen glasses full
To dull the sleepless mind of pain
Escaping is the wine, deceitful
To the heart rejected once again.
A crutch always comes in handy
When down times come a-visiting,
Excuse the emotional disability
A nice relief comes fast with drinking.
But there the chains are set to trap
Each glass encloses unseen prison
Like cobwebs holding a victim up
The drinker is shackled in addiction.
As the brain cells deteriorate
Like rusting metal negating use,
A virtual prison the Self creates
Sentenced itself to Alcohol Abuse.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A Perfect Relationship of Like Minds
Poem Title: A Perfect Relationship of Like minds
Poem 170b (Abecedarian) ..An Alphabetic Acrostic
Avarice is a worthy vice where the Antonym is Apathy.
Benevolence essential never thought unkind.
Charity will see you rise above any selfish greed.
Delight in treasure given as opposed to Misery.
Encourage every action not stooping to Dispirit.
Focus on the Friendship with no Dissipation present.
Guidance through the Maze never to Mislead.
Honour every thought once never to Disgrace.
Incentive negating any hint to so Discourage
Judiciously not sinking to Partiality.
Knowledge holds ground against Misunderstanding.
Loyalty beating Betrayal to the post each time.
Majesty a target from the Baseness if mankind.
Omniscience alternative to mindless Ignorance
Patronise in favour of direct dogmatic Opposition.
Quiescent in your mood not Turbulent.
Reliance in your trust far above Suspicion.
Stoic ethic preference to mad Excitability.
Talent of course rises high above Incompetence.
Unblemished reputation overrides Impurest thought.
Vital, every single cause, with nothing Secondary.
Wholesome thinking amid a Degenerated race.
X? .Cross against your name which could just be a Tick.
Zenith which our Like minds Reach from the Minimum lowest point.
OPW.28thOctober 2009)
poem by Philip Winchester
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The Gift of Rain
The rain is a gift of jewellery as a special gift,
One might be strong in diamonds,
One may strike the eyes of jewels that are too rich,
But one may never call the rain too precious
For the strength of the torrents are harder than diamonds
To feed the little men and women with jewels.
The wind is arousing the rain, negating the pain
Of a blessed year, feeling like living with us.
The rain has so much cleverness that it is believing in anything
Finding any crevice of faith, as one would his own bible.
The rain is a gift I seek, for the furthering of my very soul,
For the upliftment of the strong heart that is within me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bugs and Blunder - Rugs Pulled Unde
Migration to a facebook friendly twitter
won't help to sell a site where interaction
decreases daily, leaving users bitter,
few backed up - sense lacked - access now a fraction
of what before saw much to praise, smile raise.
Is this for real? Bliss permanent perversion
meets, scarcely sweet, or just a passing phase,
poorly thought out, bug replete, snug version
forgotten, dead and buried as our joys
which once won stars, not iron bars which break
fluidity and friendliness, employs
misconceived ergonomy, mistake.
Bugs run amock, stock falls, blocks reputation:
collapse negating sense - whence our frustration!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Buddhist Lesson
'either let go,
...or get dragged! '
negative emotions,
....self oriented wants,
......any and all prejudices,
jealousy,
...anger based in ignorance,
.......ignorance itself,
false pride,
...false morality,
.....false judgement,
the need to own
....anything, or anyone,
......distorted images of the self......
that which you let drag you....
........ owns you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Meditation
When the mind is quiet and in glee,
And of scattered thoughts it is free,
Meditation can be undertaken,
And all sundry thoughts forsaken.
Meditation is an unbroken attention,
In a particular physical position,
And flow of fixed concentration,
With contemplation to a state of intuition.
Meditation brings the mind to clarity,
Whereby therein springs serenity,
All activity is reduced in meditation,
And the mind gravitates to illumination.
Meditation is a virtuous way of life,
Whereby there is control over life,
It entails regulation of the mind,
Negating all wary thoughts that bind.
With meditation, the mind is calm,
Deep peace courses, which is a balm,
Awareness of breath control induces relaxation,
Realizing our unity with Cosmos brings realization.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Watered Memories
Allah why for doth
thou not release me?
Why for doth thou not
give thy suffering uncertain
salve slave servant
gift embrocating oblivion?
Spread spent substance
upon far windswept horizons
dispersal be burnt burial
negating non-existence.
Wherefore lies
soul source-focused escape?
Candle flame snuffed
seeks no consequence
epitaph engraved where
none clinging can know.
One felt whip lashed words
etched in blown volcanic ash
Cast Forth In Contemporary
disembodied rejuvenating waste.
Why for must pain
sustain rage ravenous race?
Release is cranium craved
like; lost hypo-addicted
soul sucked sweetly forth
upon poppy seed waste.
Elysian fields entered
cannot wash out
such twisted inspired
un-built watered memories.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Help Me
I love David, but he lives so far away from me. In
fact, he lives in his own world and I know that he
doesn't know me. I saw his picture in a book. I know
I'm not existent for ‘im, but I love ‘im so much. He's
existent for me. I want to meet ‘im to make this love
become real, but I read all his books and I know that
I have no chance. Even so, I still want to do this. I must
hide my intentions, firstly. Yes, I know what I have to do.
I'll send ‘im a letter writing that I want to meet ‘im for
a different reason. I‘ll lie. He will believe me. It ‘ll be an
ideal lie. Slowly, I can become his ideal woman. In time, I hope
that he'll fall in love with me. Apparently, the feelings of
love will come from ‘im, and I'll be that person needing
time to think about this. My thoughts will ne'er be an open
book for ‘im, because my little lie can fail. I can play this game
all my life ne'er letting ‘im discover the naked truth. I can hide
my consciousness. It is easy for me to do this, but I don't know
if I can lie about myself all life. Probably, I'll become an old
woman lying herself to survive. I don't know how many years
I can keep my consciousness in this sad ontological duality
Between being myself and being someone else in his eyes, at
the same time. I know that it ain't good what I'm doing, but
I'm desperately in love with ‘im. I remember that Descartes
wrote that ''we perceive ideas as objects''. Even I'm so
desperately in love with ‘im, I cannot accept this love to
become the object of my lie. Moreover, I cannot deny myself,
even I love my writer so much. My mother told me once that
she thinks that love belongs only to human beings. She said
that love is God becoming feelings inside of us. I remember
that I replied that love is in itself, because even God loves us.
I told her about Cusanus, who wrote that 'the world is not God
but is not anything other than God'. ''Much more than love, God
is truth, she said, because He is ''the fullness of being'." Yes'', I said,
‘'He is uncreated and creates, He gives being out o' nothing after
negating His antithetical nothingness''. I was so happy in that
moment being with God and waiting for a miracle to happen. Now,
those beautiful words seemingly lost their meaning for me. I can
see myself in the future, a very sad woman.I don't want my
consciousness to become a negation. I'm afraid o' this, while being
aware that my love is dying in self. If I wouldn't have Eckhart in my mind,
probably I'd have more courage.I love David and I'm so unhappy!
poem by Marieta Maglas
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