~ Psychosomatic Lingerie ~
From: Sadiqullah Khan
To: Nivedita Bagchi
Date-Time: 12/23/2009 4: 47: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)
Subject: A Nobel Prize
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See my poem, A Nobel Prize. I have included ur poem there. Is it ok?
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To Poet Sadiqullah Khan:
By love you’ve embosomed my poem…
On the eve of New Year Poet niv
‘Crowning’ your poetic affections
Regards for the honor,
In Ever Poetic Tieship.
niv
31 December,2009.
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Sadiqullah Khan (12/23/2009 4: 30: 00 AM)
A Nobel Prize
I
As on today
24 Dec,2500 BC
Being the head
Of the committee
Where a beautiful poem
PSYCHOSOMATIC LIGERIE
By MS. NIVEDETA BAGCHI SPC.UK.
Has been submitted
For review
And I hereby
Bestow upon her
And she is
Very kind
To accept
A NOBEL PRIZE
For the reasons
That she has written
Pure and sensible
Human emotions
And feelings
Applause
Congrats
........
24/12/2009
~ PSYCHOSOMATIC LINGERIE ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
24 December,2009.
Its scare
And rare
To get
Privacy
Intimacy.
Don’t care
I do dare
To bare
Psychosomatic
Lingerie
In poetry
Else are
Scary
Parry
Fury
Lurid hungry.
Ms. Nivedita
A wee lory
The Poetry
Her emotional
Sanctuary.
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Sent to Noble Prize conferring committee:
[In Best Poem category for the year 2500 BC ~ niv ~ LOL! ! ]
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~ O' POETRY I READ I WRITE ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
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I read I read I read
Without asking,
Knowing why?
Poetry ~
I write I write I write
Without asking,
Knowing why?
O' Poetry ~
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Dare n’ bare,
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Thanks to the high standing which science has for so long attain and to the impartiality of the Nobel Prize Committee, the Nobel Prize for Physics is rightly considered everywhere as the highest reward within the reach of workers in Natural Philosophy.
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~ Game Of Songs ~
GAME OF SONGS
Ms. Nivedita
UK
[To Poet John Knight ~ Christmas poetic nosegays]
December 15,2009.
Standing you’re
On the opposite bank
Of my song,
Ambulant my tunes become
Me, don’t get you.
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Adapted from RNT [Ref. to ‘Bliss’ for further info]
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~ Store In Soul Slot ~
KEEP IN SOUL SLOT
Ms. Nivedita
UK
December 14th 2009.
Tip top
Rose pot
Love dot
Romance spot.
Break all block
In heart lock.
I’m caught
Coalesce n’ clot
Take snap shot
Lo get you got.
As an ought
Swap all allot
Store in soul slot
Love you lot
I’m hot shot
Forget me not.
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~ Mosaic Lingerie ~
~ MOSAIC LINGERIE ~
Ms. NIVEDITA
13.11.09
UK
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Cancer!
For extramarital
Beaut infatuation
Separated
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She came
Said he
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I’m giving you.
She surprised
Why?
He said
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Looked at him
Snuggled him
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Long long after
Very romantic!
She passionately
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Rear our son
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~ LET O YOU NOT ~ [Christmas submission by ~ wee niv]
~ LET O YOU NOT ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
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Orphans, distressed
Heard Thine name
Return with
Have nothing
Let O You not.
.
In despair
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Wipe eyes
Let O You.
Whose bosom is
In trepidation
Assure them let
O You.
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O You.
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Adapted from RNT [for detail info please read Bliss ~ niv]
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America has been bribed
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Of many wars that break in the world
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For many wars and cold wars that last.
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
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This ideal poem
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I'm Goona Copy
I’m surely gonna copy,
Be it poem, DVD or floppy,
And win Nobel Prize and trophy.
I will copy poets all
Whether they are big or small
Ya! No one can make me stop
Till I scale a fame’s highest top.
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When God made men in his own image
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Which I am not gonna end.
And what is creativity?
If not an ability to hide
a source of theft
with impunity.
When there is nothing
original under the sun,
Why should I copy not
and deprive myself of fun.
So I’ll copy them word by word
be they Pablo, Shakespeare or Wordsworth.
I’ll copy them from morn to evening
And would excel HITESH and Kipling.
Can you prove, they were not plagiarist,
And had not copy from some poet’s list.
You can inform FBI, KGB or CIA,
But I won’t stop my wanton ways.
And I will copy without shame,
Till I earn big name and fame.
I will copy till people start copying me,
And then and then only I will
give up this vice with glee.: -)
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Dr Hitesh C Sheth
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I do not feel very poetic today-
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There is no subject apparently
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I do not feel very poetic today
And these plain and unbeautiful lines
This awkward presentation
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I have written it now.
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Articles, novels and short stories are highly awarded;
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Day Dreaming
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Thanks
Yea
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Fro m: The Groove
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
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~ Epitapoetry ~
~ EPITAPOETRY ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
February 6,2009.
WELL, SHE CAN’'T SAY...
CAN....GUESS...?
BUT WILL BE...
WHAT...?
STILL WITH A BUT...!
SHE IS MELTING...
LIKE DICHOTOMUS CANDLE...
THE OFT DESTINY...
OF AN UNSUNG...
WHO’S COPULSION...
STAY UNKNOWN...
POETRY IN BREAST...
LOOKING FOR A ‘LOVE WOMB’...
TO BE EMBRYOED AGAIN...
TO GET A CARE OF MOTHER...
FOR HER LOVE...POETRY…
LONG AND LONG...
WHO WILL SORROUGATE HER…
'LOVE WOMB'...? ?
UNENDINGLY...
CEASELESSLY...
LIKE EV’R FLOWING RIVER...
BUT NOT IN HEART...
HEATRS ARE…
WORDLESS…
TRUSTLESS...
HUMU RLESS...
PARCHED SAND...
WHY...? ? ?
SHE CARES NOT TO KNOW…!
LO! EMBRYOD…! !
WHERE E’ER CONVERSING…
ARGUMENTATING SOLLIQUIZING …
WITH CONSCIOUS SUBCONSCIOUS…
ON FUTILITY UTILITY FUTURE …
OR EPITAPH OF POETRY…?
BYTES AFTER BYTES…
NIGHTS AFTER NIGHTS…
FINALLY POETRY CEDED …
WALKOVER MINUS STOPOV’R…
TO EPHITAP…
UNDECIDED LAST LINE…
'EV’RUNBORN EPITAPOETRY'
BYTES AFTER BYTES…
NIGHTS AFTER NIGHTS…!
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Horse Riding
I bought myself
A book
On horse riding
16/7/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Marie the Laureate
o' the laureate cried,
'oohh lala here is polonium
oohh lala here is radium'
she surmised, we can do more
than grow a geranium
the atomos is not indivisible
can we define impermissible
not allowed, not permissible
the sole winner of the prize
let's try this on for size-
marie curie- who found herself
isolating radioactive isotopes
looking through microscopes
a great top notch physicist
where is my lyricist
first woman to earn a nobel prize
in not just one but two sciences
would love to take you to dinner
the nobel prize chemistry winner
in the year nineteen eleven
born on november seven
congratulations marie
and happy birthday marie
did you know if a woman can do this
produce children and show you bliss
a woman can be president-
we have every right to represent
poem by Rachel Nichols
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The Nobel award occasions a unique celebration of the vision of science by the public at large. The prestige the prize confers today is largely due to the extraordinary diligence of the Nobel committees.
quote by Kenneth G. Wilson
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Discourses LXV ‘Lesser relationships’
Is your husband search on
Or you have settled for lesser relationships
1/9/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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