Fleeting Moments
Blending bitter and sweet memories,
The fleeting moments pass quickly,
Fall into the measureless depth of past.
Inspire or despond when are recalled,
Flow too rapid like hissing water,
Of the silent brimming river,
That mixes opaque into clear blue,
To be poured into the gapped ocean,
With spacious belly never to be filled.
The moments in hands are precious,
And if coated with good deeds,
Make the past sweet, worth recalling,
But heinous deeds make them sooty sable,
Imprinting dark indelible stamps,
Only the bright eyes can read well,
The impressions on the countenance,
And ascetic or diabolical signs,
When one is old and close to death.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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What A Small Poem It Will Be!
I have written a lot yet it seems
Nothing has been penned,
I have to sketch yet
The countenance of my dream,
And grip its realization in close palm,
Because the heart still palpitates,
And pain resides in there,
Dust of the past moments jab the eyes,
Someone’s memories make the lashes sodden,
And shehnai still weeps.
I have to write yet on water,
And all around will be the tale of separation,
What a small poem it will be…
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Where Did Our Love Go
I hear the thunder rolling thru the skies
I see the lightning bolts pass my eyes
I see the sky completely gray
As I wonder if I should go or stay.
We haven't been getting along that well
And we seem to put each other through some hell.
Why is it that love can be like the sky?
Sometimes crystal clear and sunny and bright
And sometimes dark and gray like the night.
I recall when our love was fresh and new
And as soft as the morning dew
When our love was like the clear blue sky
So deeply in love was you and I.
Now it seems like all that has changed
And our feelings are not the same.
Where did our love go- I'd like to know
Now it's dragging as if in tow.
Let's try to re-ignite that fire
And make our love grow even higher
Let's sit and recall every moment that we have known
Of when our love had truly shown.
Of every pleasure and every desire
That made the flames create this fire.
Memories can make a person continue to exist
Recalling moments of eternal bliss
So with those memories that burn in my heart
I am going to give our love a brand new start.
poem by Louis Rams
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Fleeting
How fleeting the long weekend
spent with you was
and sometimes it feels
as if life rushes by
in transitory brief moments
and that there is no way
to make precious moments last.
Motorcycling out of a brewing sieving storm
the one moment
you were rubbing my hands hot
while we embraced
and we shared
a really great cup of coffee
and the next
we have to kiss goodbye again
and it is past.
If I could make days and nights stretch
into eternity
I would be wishing
to live through the days we had,
to see you cry
about a movie of a faithful dog,
to wipe your tears,
to cuddle and to kiss
and have you forever near.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Waving to moments passing by
Moments happy moments
people think about them
people write about them
people talk about them
people hope about them
I see moments
lots of moments
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
My life is a ship
on an Ocean deep
passing by is the ship 'Could've been'
it holds all my moments in its keep
I stand on my lifes deck
waving to moments till they're just a speck
Moments happy moments
people live them
people grab them
people make them
people savour them
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
Goodbye 'Could've been'
Goodbye moments...
poem by Michelle Melody
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One By One
Bobby lakind/michael mcdonald
Where and why Im destined to go
Right here and now thats all I know
On either side future or past
Neither is real both fade so fast
So one by one were given these moments to live just as one by one theyre taken away
So one by one Im taking each day in my stride
And one by one the memories stay
Good times are still there to find
When times are their worst
Keep your eyes open wide
cause through it all are moments that shine
And moments that glow
Im gonna be there for mine
So one by one were given these moments to live just as one by one theyre taken away
So one by one Im taking each day in my stride
And one by one the memories stay
Even when youre close to a dream
It can still let you down
Youll always have a chance to give up
So why do it now
So one by one were given these moments to live just as one by one theyre taken away
So one by one Im taking each day in my stride
And one by one the memories stay
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Ode to a Meal of Life
I took in all I could
Flavors of what life offered
Taste that could turn your tongue around
Dissatisfying sensations like explosions
Starting each reaction around 7 in the morning
Ending every night randomly with dinner
Digesting as if I were reborn in my sleep
Dreams influenced by the senses felt before rest
Today I flew tomorrow I blew up
Into a million pieces of glass
Reflecting the fates I have devoured
Meals become endless hopes to try something new
Eventually my taste buds begin to expire
Dying and lying on the dry tongue
Saliva surfacing to fight past fleeting times
Oh how the good times pass by so quickly
The great moments forgotten so easily
Oh how the sad times bring us misery
The worst moments devastating our savory
The dish we lovingly pick at
Ode of the lovely homely delicacy
The positivity of creation of a cook
A chef so-called the creator
This ode to life
Its fresh warm smell attracts all
The lively breathing behavior emitted
Oh this ode to life
This plate full of experiences
But what is at the end of this dish?
The last bit of taste?
Is it sweet, bitter, sour?
It is to our hearts content
Personally though, it is bitter-sweet
It is spiced with the death of it all
Our tribute ends as the spoils rot
Sure the meal has been fine but the last crumb ended
With nothing more than a bitter spite
Leaving a lusting hunger for the past felt
Causing us to be grateful for life
Allowing us to cherish and live life
This life is more than a meal
Our gluttony may have spent it to the last
But we pay for it as we must
Ode to life we continue to its savoury last bite
poem by Han One Sail
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I Am That Glorious Nothing, In Everyone and Everything!
It is dawn for me,
dawn of a life,
at dusk of my life,
Neither its a new life
nor its the old one,
When everything is destiny and fate,
Why I have to wish and will,
If Gods gave me something,
That took back with interest,
God is lovable lender of pressure
as well as pleasure,
Takes more than gave
and one's pain and loses of freedom
are the compound interest paid!
Prayer with desires and ambitions,
Succeeded only to make me prey to more desires!
Every heart is full of love,
And that it filled with Life's love,
And it make one
love the life!
Life's own turns,
Depends on the path destined,
Radius of the path make all difference!
Sometimes it flows like a river, dives deep,
Or has more depth, where it flow slow,
Sometimes fast where depth is low!
Life is a like river for the one who destined to flow down to ocean,
But life is not river to one has seen ocean everywhere,
Life doesn't flow,
Only it is flow of energy from higher potential to lower potential,
From youth to old age,
From freedom to bondage of senses and deeds!
Think Ramdas, Think of that great Truth,
Where there is one neither born nor die,
Only dream and sigh!
From that nothingness,
Nothing I brought,
To that nothingness I can't take anything,
Whatever looks like this thing, that thing,
Everything is nothing
for this nothing, neither came nor go,
I am neither a glacier to melt and flow,
nor I am rock to stay here!
I must go before I want to know myself,
I want to die in my ownself,
Before I can live unto my own
nature!
I never want win anything,
As my win is not my win,
And I have neither one to win,
Nor something to win,
As I amthat everything in nothing
And that glorious nothing among everyone and everything!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A Past, A Present and It Seems Dreams
Moments are so tragic;
each to pass from Now
to the indelible Used To Be so quickly;
to pass Out Of Existence.
Even Joy is moment-to-momentary
must be renewed each Now
to avoid its demise into the Used To Be.
Sad goes from my face Now
and is forever preserved and entombed
in the great Has Happened Already-
an Iron, unrelenting destiny.
There is no Un-Sad
which can undo grief
once occurred it sinks
into the
Last Moment's abyss;
it goes instantly into
the Walled-off
never to be retrieved.
How sad.
The Past
happens so soon
and is never reconvened.
Future Yet is so malleable
and promising-
tragic past is forever engraved-
in Soul-Stone.
Now is all we have
and the in-between;
like air
cannot be captured
before it is gone;
happily
or sadly.
leaving us only
with
Future Dreams
which by definition
are not yet real
but which are also
Sustaining
as we moment
through.
So our predicament:
the inaccessible Past
the Fleeting now extinct Now
and the Non-Existent Future;
so exactly where are we
in thinking about this-
well, said the Physicist
we are popping in and out of existence
therefore suffer from Physical Uncertainty
and therefore poof, even this sentence is gone
even before it reaches the period.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Angelic Blue
I remember your frolics on the beach in your cavorting blue
Jumping to the heavens to touch the great wide blue
I could see your hair spring against the buoyant blue
Yet I remember best your eyes breathtakingly angelic blue
I remember your strokes against the currents of the ocean blue
Blending with the waves as you swim to the horizon blue
Then there you were to my gorging eyes in your delicately placed synthetic blue
Yet I was obsessed by your eyes tantalizingly angelic blue
I remember your smile against God's murals painted blue
As we journeyed through the continents from the Indian to the Pacific blue
Thanking the gods that merged our destinies blessed with a sapphire blue
With engraved memories of my first gaze at your eyes mesmerizingly angelic blue
I remember your toenails in their veneers glazed blue
And the shoes that followed the contours in their sporting blue
I see our evening jogs as we scan the coastline in its cascades of blue
As I glance a million times at your eyes mere perfection in angelic blue
I remember the tears that flowed during your fleeting blues
In your moments of trials and grief with your handkerchief ominously blue
I apologize for neglecting you even for a second in your teary blue
Hoping your moist getaways will soon re-embrace their glorious angelic blue
I remember the day I held your hand as sweat trickled pass your gown peroxide blue
As we gazed at our delicate creation picture-perfection of her maternal blue
We would see her grow to embrace our worlds in our paradise by the ocean blue
Even then mom you are still the winner in your eyes eternally angelic blue
I could see us in our glory years down by the Indian ocean blue
Staring at the ocean and stars in circadian motions of nature's blue
When I close my eyes I would only need you to sustain me in my heavenly blue
Your eyes my love….gaze at me for an eternity through your portals angelic blue
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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We all must drink the water of life
Neutrality is the balance
between bad and good
life is water...
a balance between good and bad,
we all must drink the water of life!
Depth from depth
..the pain
length from length
..the struggle
mile to mile
.. the frustration
a bitter taste
a rotten smell
a water we must drink
yet a water needed for survival
Height to height
..the pleasure
reach to reach
..the satisfaction
bredth to bredth
..the joy
a sweet taste
a fresh smell
a water we must drink
a water oh so sweet for survival
Waters of success
sweet to the mouth
a reward to the soul
the waters of life
a journey of thirst
a well of plenty
Waters of failure
bitter to the mouth
a teacher to the listening soul
the river of death
the most bitter water of all
yet a water we must all drink
... to satisfaction
The river runs black and rough
to the uncertain end
but certain finish
where taste is empty
smell is neutral
and realisation is simple,
where all find and embrace,
a moment of peace.
poem by Allen Steble
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Magic...
Flashes of happiness, in bright daylight..
A kiss from an angel, in the middle of the night..
Our body does the salsa, our heart happily jives..
Sweet moments of joy, add Magic in our lives..
In our heart where love lingers in the air..
look and you'll find more magical moments there..
These magical moments, we shall always cling to..
Make wonderful memories as our life passes through..
The melody of a flute, the sweet scent of flowers..
The bright rays of sun, the thundering rain showers..
All this is Magic, moments that rekindle eternal flame..
Gives us the courage, to win life's every game..
God gave us some Magic in our glowing eye..
His arms that hold us and tell us not to cry..
There is Magic in our voice, when we talk each day..
This Magic is our smile, adds so much to what we say..
Magic in our heart, makes us bold, brave and true..
This is magic of feelings, shared between me and you..
Magic in our heart, is why we care so much..
magic in our hands, gives us that magical touch..
Magic is the rainbow throwing color's in the dark..
Shiny stars twinkling Magic, gives each night it's spark..
Magic are the waves, that try reaching the shore..
Magic is the sweetest fruit, we strive for more and more..
Added Magic to our emotions, is the reason we fall in love..
This world is the stage, the show is presented from up above..
God does his own tricks, pulls a bunny from his hat..
The Biggest Magic of my life, was the one moment we met..
Life teaches Magic, this is here that we learn..
The tricks to find peace, the tricks to have fun..
Float in the river of Magic, keep all sorrows at the bay..
Have a li'l 'Abra Ka Dabra...' in your life everyday...
poem by Abhijit Surve
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Sweet Memories Of My Childhood Days
Sweet memories of my past
Like sweet gentle breeze upon the mast
Sweet ceaseless flow of the running stream
Sweet castles in my boyhood dream
Sweet tales of ages and places
Sweet memories of names and faces
Sweet whispering voices before dawn
Sweet ecstacies that linger on
Sweet glory of hard time overcome
Sweet hopeful days to come
Sweet cherished secret untold
Sweet tasted love of old
Sweet me, in most sweetest ways
Sweet undying memories of my childhood days! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Constant Time
Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?
Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,
By: ade
poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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Pictures
Pictures
By: Adam M. Snow
Capturing life with precious moments to spare,
With smiles and love and timing so rare,
Living on forevermore within frames for all to see,
With a child's laughter as precious as can be.
Capturing memories of a soon forgotten childhood,
And family moments that never felt so good.
A truthful memoir in beautiful display,
Of a family picnic on a newborn summer day.
To savor the moments of joyous proportion,
Knowing it could all end in distortion.
Capturing the moments of an infant's first step,
Or a Christmas morn shining with pep.
An image of laughter and joyous jest,
A friendship jokes what they thought was best.
Memories taken of a sweet romance,
Of two young kids at their first school dance.
Capturing life with precious moments to spare,
With smiles and love and timing so rare.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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A New Kind Of Fire
A new kind of fire, burning inside
Wonderful feelings, I just can't hide
Life is worth living
Love can inspire such a new kind of fire
Silent, sweet surrender
A broken heart remembers the first time
Last moments sweet and tender
Cold and dying embers when love dies
In the quiet of the mist
When two lovers kissed the very last time
But we're right here tonight
It's love at first sight and we're doing allright
A new kind of fire burning inside
Wonderful feelings I just can't hide
Life is worth living
Love can inspire such a new kind of fire
Mexican morning, we danced until dawn
In the moonlight
In blue Acapulco, nobody that we know
Is just right
No thought of tomorrow
And sorrow is clear out of sight
But right here tonight
Love is allright
And we're lost in the light
A new kind of fire burning inside
Wonderful feelings I just can't hide
Life is worth living
Love can inspire such a new kind of fire
A new kind of fire burning inside
Wonderful feelings I just can't hide
Life is worth living
Love can inspire such a new kind of fire
A new kind of fire burning inside
Wonderful feelings I just can't hide
Life is worth living
Love can inspire such a new kind of fire
A new kind of fire burning inside
Wonderful feelings I just can't hide
Life is worth living
Love can inspire such a new kind of fire
A new kind of fire burning inside.......
song performed by by Tom Jones
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We May Have Great Plans For The Future
We may have great plans for the future but the future seems so far away
And we only can live in the present tomorrow is another day
The future's not ours to look into I once heard a wise woman say
And the sooner the rose comes into bloom the sooner 'twill fade to decay.
You will not find one who doesn't have dreams but dreams of course seldom come true
Still dreams to us all are important we all need a dream to pursue
We all need our dreams to inspire us and those who do not have a dream
Have lost their sense of life direction like a leaf in a rapid flowing stream.
When one hopes for a better tomorrow those sentiments apply to us all
And though the future we cannot look into the past we can readily recall
Of life there is truth in the saying that we must take the good days with the bad
The bright moments of joy and laughter and the dark moments when we feel sad.
We may have great plans for the future for a better tomorrow maybe
But what the future might hold for us is something that we cannot see
We keep on in hope of the good times and we all need our dreams to pursue
And if for me good things don't happen then good things might happen for you.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sweet Mama Blue
Written by orbison/melson.
I know a place in new orleans.
They call the castle of kings and queens.
Where an old sweet black woman sings.
And plays piano like a dream.
She puts out all her beautiful heart and soul for you.
Sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue will only sing about the truth.
And it will get to you.
Sweet mamma blue will sing of love as only she can do.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue
One night I stayed past closing time.
Sweet mamma blue my troubled mind.
She sang the night away for me.
She made me see what I couldnt see.
That only by loving life will all your dreams come true.
Sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue will only sing about the truth.
And it will get to you.
Sweet mamma blue will sing of love as only she can do.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue.
They say shes gone from misery.
But she still lives in my memory.
I still can see her smile and say
Ill bet you make it all the way.
If you will try the lord will surely see you through
.
Sweet mamma blue,
The world sure will miss you.
And when I feel blue I think of you.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue...
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Song for a German Air
Fair stream of the mountain, brightly flowing
Between thy fresh margins, gay with flowers,
Life's uncertain visions showing;
Thus, like thy waters glide past the hours.
Oft on thy sunny banks I lie
And mark the waves that glitter by
With fleeting joy and brightness glowing.
Fair stream! when no more near thee reclining,
I gaze and lament for moments gone—
Cold and silent, past repining—
Still thy clear way thou wilt murmur on:
Still will thy roses bloom anew,
Though I no more their beauty view,
And yonder sun as bright be shining!
poem by Louisa Stuart Costello
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Exploit So Massive
An exploit worth the wait is a massive deed,
Deeds and more deeds await the stranger
Who wears macabre sounds, noises of disgust.
The work is redundant since the horror of moments
Ceases and decreases, like grease has been overpowering.
The hair we wear is like no glaring habit,
It is the head of hair that makes you see further.
My piece of luck has finished due to deeds of redness
And blueness, both are due to blood and the sky at day.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Nocturne
With eyes that are gleaming like the stars outside
you whisper about how much you miss me at times,
the rays of the silver moon splashes over you face,
hanging for moments gleaming on your forehead, chin and cheek
where it catches a teardropp that glitters like a dropp of dew
while my hand folds loving over yours
and around us the night is full of insect noises, croaking frogs
and cooing doves
but you sigh when my lips find yours,
for moments the depth of passion blinds us
and your breasts are hot, soft and round
while a smile hides at the shades of your mouth,
your figure is slim and naked
while you make unforgettable moments for me
groaning in self-satisfaction and the dark night
stretches far and wide with the coming goodbye,
where moments of moonshine are filled with fear,
about when I have got to be away out of your life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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