Poetry
The Sacred Message from the Source,
Impinging upon the minds,
Sensitive, clear and delicate,
Transmitted into the lucid lines,
With the symphony and music of soul,
Tempered with the winged emotions,
Appealing to hearts rather than minds,
To raise black or opaque curtains,
Of life, universe and final truth.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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catch Them Young' I Say..
I will blend two minds and will shout aloud
To the world, ' Here is the final human mind'.
I will infuse two hundred passions in to it and will sing aloud
To the throngs, 'Here is a mind that sans no glory heard ever'.
I will invent two million ordinary mortals and will speak
To their hearts, ' Here is your role model to frame a mind still'.
I search for the minds to be blended
And many minds flash before my eyes.
I like none - 'All are too narrow', I tell.
I search for the minds once again
And many more minds flash by, none appealing.
An agony strikes me, 'Where are those great minds? '
A millenium passes,
In the drought of mothers who give birth to none great
My blending dreams remain as a mirage
And I begin to write an elegy on the death of minds.
In the inner self of my mind that can never be blended with any other
A nightmare roams with all its scaring images.
I will blend two minds one day but I will not tell about it.
Or else I will tell someone to find them and catch them.
' Catch them young', I will tell him.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The Symphony Of Music
music has away of projecting
your every-emotion that you
have to give, the art of music
lives inside every-one that wants
to follow it.
the sorrow that it has
gives a symphony of words,
to express the inner-emotions
that music has to expose to
us as we listen to it.
the symphony of music
impacts us as we listen
and compassionately take
it to heart, as we start
becoming involved with
the symphony of music that
is being produced to us.
some-how the art of
music takes us by the
hand and moves us in so
many different ways that we
can't even explain to any-one
that is around us.
we take the symphony of
music as it moves through
us, as we listen with an open
heart and an open mind, and find
the boundaries that combines our
very emotions, thoughts, and feelings,
with the symphony of music that reveals
to us a whole new world of music to
us and being the people of the world.
but what people don't
understand and realise is
that the symphony of music,
goes deeper than what they
had imagined it to go, and
some-how not to show this
bittersweet side of me and
what the symphony of music
does to me and my feelings.
and to have it some-how
over-flowing inside my
veins is some-thing that
i will never-ever talk about
with any-one who knows and
loves me.
poem by Erie Diane
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Valentine Tweets
Hi, are you my valentine?
If not, why I hear this symphony of silence—
Playing secretly drums in my heart:
Playing the piano strings over my emotions?
2
Hey, are you my valentine?
If not, why am I lost in your eyes
Swimming deep into your mind lake
Searching for my lost other half?
3
Oh, are you my Valentine?
If not, why this effervescence of excitement
Lights array of lamps in our eyes
Linking us in a luminescent loop?
4
Oh, Ho, are you my valentine?
If not, why emotions liquefy into tears
Why the rays of light draw rainbows in them
Why am I humming rhyme-less rhymes?
And singing lyric-less lyrics to please you?
5
Hey, hi, are you my valentine?
If not, why am I painting this silent symphony?
Composing music for the throbbing emotions?
Why am I finding harmony in the fusion of minds?
6
Hi, hey, are you my valentine
If not, why I miss you more than my I-phone
Why missing you more than my Facebook and tweets?
7
In the fusion of music
Being played out of the cacophony of feelings
Why are we feeling the fusion of love
Why are we enjoying the symphony of love
Why are we in bliss
You must be truly my valentine!
*******
poem by Kp. Shashidharan
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Because, music is my eternal life.......
When there is a song about love
then the music does become a soul of my heart
When I hug the melody of music
then I feel the spirit of words, traveling with me
When the voice of music passes in the air
then my ears are listening to its harmony
When I close my eyes and feel the rhythm of its music
then I dream an angel of its music goes around me
Melody is my love and the eternal music is my life
The music has its own story that plays with amazing emotions
and I can hear its beautiful song with touching rhythms
Let it be symphony, classic, jazz or hard rock
but everyone loves music which has only one language
in this universe that has known as Sound of Music.
Anyone who has no interest themselves in music
is nothing but dead bodies on the ground.
Because music is my eternal life.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Dancing with the moon (IV)
Becoming your bone
Again for making you a new Adam
When you embrace my soul with your
Ribs
When I'm one of your rib
The most important one
Embracing me
For making me see your universe within
An amazing universe
The universe of a man
Hearing the symphony our hearts
Our unfinished symphony
Dancing our happiness
Spaces slipping around
Understanding that I know you from another life
Keeping within its crest
By its enormous strength of waves
Understanding our love in itself
And our ideas in themselves
Understanding that
I 'm a part of you
I'm you
And it's just perfect
Because I feel God.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Good Man
Album : Silencer (2001)
You never had much style about you
We never knew the reason that you
You sat around almost every hour
And quickly lost your bargaining power
You can't be me
I'm convinced you're twice the man we are
And you cannot clear your mind
Cos in our eyes we're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
The threads you wore were something tragic
The words you spoke were so emphatic
The records that you make are tasteless
And eloquence with you is wasted
So whats your method, whats your scheme?
The whole scene knows what you already mean
And you cannot clear my mind
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
song performed by by Zed
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Art Will Show To Eternity Your Soul
I am a woman, using a mirror everyday,
Like all of you, i'm seeing my reflection into it,
Even i am sad, happy, tired or bored,
What i'm seeing in my mirror it's my physical reality, my own truth.
I combed my hair and looked into my mirror,
I felt so delicate, unique and simple,
Having a smile on my face today,
My mirror will smile me back as feedback in same way.
I am a painter, i adore art,
In everything i'm painting it's life,
In each painting and spot of paint my brush does,
It's a history of great ideas my minds holds.
A painting is a gate to our inner side,
Through it vibrates the universe to our hearts,
A mirror will always show your face reflection to the world,
But art will show to eternity your soul.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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My Twenty Lines
I just read this poem about using just twenty lines,
and it brought these words to my mind.
Who are they to tell us how many lines we should use to speak?
This is America where we have a law known as freedom of speech.
Just twenty lines tell you something about my life in words.
To me that seem completely absurd.
My life is much more than just twenty lines.
Hell I am thirty nine.
And if they except me to sum up thirty nine years in twenty lines
They are complete outside their minds.
How am I suppose to tell you how I nearly died when I was child?
Or how my mother harsh words took away my smile:
In just twenty lines?
Like I said they must be out of their minds.
I guest I can do if I shorten my life.
I don't have to talk about how much I love my future wife.
But her love is the inspiration for a lot of my poems.
So to not talk about her would be wrong.
I have a lot more to say but I'm out of time.
I reach my limit of my twenty lines.
Art In Mind Space Given
we share a passion
art is the meeting of minds
art transcends lives
art is breath of our being
art is still depths of our souls
art is fibre of our hearts
art is the music of our minds
art is faith foundation of fortitude
art is regeneration of life pulses
art is quickening of humanity
art is rainbow spun all life webs
art is smile of cosmic creation
Dedicated to Miss Melody China.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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On the Same Wavelength
Our minds are on the same wavelength.
Does that frighten you to know,
From where we pull our strength?
Every time I hear you speak...
It's as if I am familiar,
With the message sent!
As if 'something' in our minds...
Wishes to confirm and convey,
What the other from a distance...
Presents in a similar and unique way.
To have us both aware,
Just how close we really are!
Yes...
Our minds are on the same wavelength.
Although miles between us seem quite far!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get One's Point Across
It is not easy,
To capture the attention of the minds today.
Whatever the message relayed,
Has to be quick with a meaning attached to it.
With content that is agreed upon,
To leave those listening...
With some comprehension left to discuss.
And...
If delivering the message naked,
There is a benefit of an allowance...
To have what is not heard when first spoken,
Requested to be said over and over again.
From every possible angle to get one's point across.
Ensuring the bare essentials are remembered and understood.
Today...
We must try 'everything' deemed necessary,
To reach the minds of our overexposed children...
With a purpose to prepare them and their minds,
For the world in which we live.
Protecting them from reality is not going to do it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts Descend
Thoughts descend,
They come down
From the world unexplored;
In the forms of waves,
Purple, pink or black
Or winged birds:
Twittering sparrows,
Cooing doves or pigeons,
Or singing nightingales,
And sometimes they fall
Like stones hurling down.
Thoughts that soar near are captured
By the minds,
Some are spoken, some are penned
And become the record,
While the un-captured return behind
To the origin.
Innocent plain minds
Capture magnificent thoughts,
But the murky minds magnetize
Sable ones wherefrom sprout
The boughs of violence and odium
That transform the world
Into a place of turmoil.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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A Farewell To Kings
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee, alex lifeson, and neil peart
When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred halls of truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Cant we find
The minds that made us strong
Cant we learn
To feel whats right and wrong
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
Cant we raise our eyes
And make a start
Cant we find the minds
To lead us closer to the heart
song performed by by Rush
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Hang On To Your Emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day
And you have trouble understanding what other people have to say
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
When a demagogue inside your head has taken charge
And by default what you say or do is criticized
And this litany of failures is recited a thousand times
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
That your minds a cage - inside the cage a cat
That spits and scratches all it can get at
And thats you, and your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
Your minds a cage - inside the cage a rat
Rabidly trying to get it, you
And your emotions, you and your emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When that facile voice inside your head says give your life away
You might think to ask - how it got that way
What books it has read - that make it that way
And where it got the right - to speak to anyone that way
Youd better
Hold on to your emotions, hold on to your emotions
When a night citys breeze blows across the room
And a 5 am moon and sun start their swoon
You hear your lovers breath
And not a moment too soon
You get to
Release all your emotions, you get to
Let go of your emotions, and now
Release all your emotions, youd better
Let go of your emotions
Release, I wanna let go
I wanna release, now
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The heartless
Are the heartless but those who have no hearts?
Are the mindless but those who have no minds?
Others too who prove themselves useless
Notwithstanding their massive hearts and minds.
05.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Are My Kind
ft. Seal
Stay with me baby
And that's all I ask of you
And I know that someday
You won't remember
The way that this moment feels to you
Don't let it go
Don't turn your back on what you think you know
You never know you know
Don't leave it alone
Cause I need you to cling to
[Chorus:]
Cause you are my kind
You're all that I want
Here in this life
Until we are gone
Our breath and our skin
Our hearts and our minds
They're one and the same
You are my kind
Well call on me baby
If you should ever need someone
To help get your head straight
I'll be your resident all night
Sure am glad just having you around
Well all that I know
When you find love you never let it go
You never know you know
Without you I'm lost
I get scattered
I'm shattered
[Chorus:]
Cause you are my kind
You're all that I want
Here in this life
Until we are gone
Our breath and our skin
Our hearts and our minds
They're one and the same
Cause you are my kind
We're one and the same
You are my kind
Don't let it go
Don't turn your back on what you think you know
You never know you know
Don't leave it alone
Cause I need you to cling to
[Chorus:]
Cause you are my kind
You're all that I want
Here in this life
Until we are gone
Our breath and our skin
Our hearts and our minds
They're one and the same
Cause you are my kind
[Bridge]
I love and our life
My heart and my soul
Need you tonight
Your love makes me whole
And it's all I can stand
Until you come home
I need you tonight
Cause you are my kind
I need you tonight
Cause you are my kind
Oh
song performed by by Santana from Shaman
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Relaxed Mind
A relaxed mind brings fortune to the rest of us,
Minds are alike, minds evoke emotions with the soul,
Finding is the art of thinking, making new thoughts
And worlds of ideas that spring towards the planet.
My making is a design from above, a simple cup,
A similar story, a made film, a beauteous action from divinity.
When does the weather of the soul beat on us?
Heaven’s rain is my relaxation, forever,
And ever. The real soul relaxes, reality brings my promise.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Cogito Ergo Sum
holiness is the source of our energy it is a manifestation of God's sacredness of our soul, as it is an innate aura, engulf the immortality of the soul, for the path of eternity is illuminated its sanctity of holiness
as great Jesuits theologians manifest that the way to perfection of the soul is through faith, a humble hearts is a spirit that believe the mercy of the Father, the omniscience and the omnipotent in all creation, for God is.
......... the provider and the source of life
..........that God's creation is for the fulfillment of existence.
..........the alpha and the omega of everything that exist.
..........that dominion is through out the whole universe
a wonderful fulfillment that God has given us the free will to decide, where our soul take it rest, it is a freedom of choice, of every step, we make, of where it take and end
as the great Dominicans theologian belief and stand that all we have seen and live is only part of a beautiful creation of God, perfected by His mighty architect hands, the wisdom that encompasses beyond extraterrestrial universe, as it lay down the master plan of His creation, for we have witness the loving Father of life..
.........the only loving Father, and the giver of life
.........that His kingdom awaits for our salvation..
.........the eternity is for us to live.
.........that all soul are part of His grand master plan
our faith brings us to the realm of God's wisdom, an eyes that close, leads us to see the truth of creation and the salvation we ride, our
faith is the key, to reach its destination, be aware that holiness is the door for we had already the key to perfection of our souls, the acceptance of free destination, brings us to His kingdom
great theologians have witness and lighted our salvation to the right path, the will of the father and as God destined us to go is not where our soul want to go, but rather the purity of our hearts will bring us to our faith that save our soul...... a final destination is the eternity we
have to reach... the Father who awaits us in His paradise
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Want My Poetry
(8/22/12)
I want my poetry to touch the hearts and minds of all who read
And on their emotions my words would feed.
To express to all people no matter who they may be
Or what schooling they may or may not have
That their voices will be heard and told
And their emotions will all unfold.
Every emotion known to man will be written
With a gentle hand.
We as poets can climb into your being
And see what you are seeing, and to feel
Your every emotional pain
For no two are ever the same.
To feel your hunger, your thirst, your needs
And feel the cut vein when you bleed.
To feel your sorrows, your bitterness, your hate
And also feel your religious faith.
We are you - you are us
And in our minds you put your trust.
Let us tell the future generations
That these words were our salvation.
I want to make you feel the splendor
And to my words you will surrender.
To make you feel happy inside
And with a smile you can not hide.
To make you see that ALL LIFE is worthwhile
As you look upon that newborn child.
To let you know that your life was given to you
Because the love your parents knew.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Learn Ramdas 3
The confusions haunt minds of people,
Whether experience endorses truth,
Or Truth endorses purity of one's mind,
Bringing one to that plane,
Where one more face of truth shines?
More and more face of truth get uncovered,
As one's soul gets tuned to soul of the universe,
Contentment comes as fragrance,
Special veil of maya when falls off,
When heart sheds narrow emotions!
Learned one values what one has
than what one must earn,
Digests knowledge earned rather than,
Earn knowledge he can't digest,
Like to preserve what one has than,
What strive for what others have!
Seeing pain behind all possessions,
wise one renounce desires from heart!
Knowing for sure 'one bird in hand is far better than two in the bush '
'what is present with one in his present,
May be snatched by future and slips into past'
One who soars to higher plane,
Wonders at infinite beauty of universe,
High flight is possible,
Free of unnecessary weight of emotions,
when load is less!
One when feels like caged bird,
Songs craving for freedom flows,
And freedom is independence,
One independent of even thoughts and emotions feels ever free,
lives in present and learns souls independence,
Feel free where he is,
Happy with what he has,
Jumping the fence of narrow trifles,
Escaping himself from all bindings,
Feels free to think and work for all,
Who are seen as himself in different forms,
Undiffereneciated by time and space,
Look at the worlds as steps of evolution,
Same truth showing its different faces!
Learn Ramdas,
Lesser the weight one carry,
Higher he can fly,
With less strain and conserving energy, storing into his reserve!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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