Nomadic Tribes
The nomads of the east are upon us,
Life here is bleak, since armed combat is certainness.
The nomads of the east prefer clothing of beauty,
Happiest beauty prevails with battle, for it is duty.
The warriors of the west are us,
Working with brilliance and briskness.
Life shall remain like a powerful hair,
This hair hangs like an age to compare.
Entire bodies, robes of desire are contemplating
Why we are here, why are we here in conflict?
Too many wars are too many lives decapitating,
In fury, in debilitating state, always to object.
poem by Naveed Akram
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One of the dreams of Zionism was to be a bridge. Instead, we are creating exclusion between the East and the West instead of creating bridges; we are contributing to the conflict between East and West by our stupid desire to have more.
quote by A.B. Yehoshua
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When The East Awakes
When the east awakes,
The west goes to bed.
The east then keeps vigil...
Until the day does fade,
While the east wants rest.
Just then jumping on his
Feet rises the west.
God has divided duty
In such a divine way!
We must not break His law,
To usher in the good day!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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A Fine Culture
They were indeed simple people
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE they did have
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE
the east should have given the rest
when the west brought out the 'machine'
the east brought out the 'human'
Today's world is not lacking in machine
Today's world is lacking in human
Today's east is sending 'productive men' all over
the east should have sent 'human men' all over
How did the east stray?
when did it loose it's way?
The east then found everything in simplicity
simplicity was it's strength and beauty
simplicity gave the east it's integrity
simplicity never ever gave the east an inferiority
Today the east mocks the west
the 'material' wealth of the west..has
put to rest...the
true spirit of the east
We blame it on simplicity
we say we were plundered due to our simplicity
a handed down book on simplicity
only became a liability..we say
What the west had gained
everybody did gain...the 'machine'
what the east had lost
everbody did loose...the 'human'
Today what are we in
an 'un human' man is managing a dangerous dumb 'machine'...and
THAT'S THE DANGER WE ARE IN...without
a fine culture
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Nomads
Nomads have no care for the place
They stay in as they’re on the move.
We are nomads, shifting places
For jobs, with no care for fellow beings.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Minds eye for M lady Allie
The beauty of the desert lands
Lies in the multi coloured sands
which vary with the light of day.
Only the nomad understands.
By night the dunes look black and grey
but alter when the moonbeams play
across the valleys and the peak.
Creating pictures which cannot stay.
The beauty that the nomads seek
is to the desert lands unique.
Invisible to western eyes
which view the barren sands as bleak.
The beauty of desert lies
in what the viewers mind supplies.
11-Apr-08
Rubaiyat Sonnet
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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West End Girls
(....forever)
Sometimes youre better off dead
Theres gun in your hand and its pointing at your head
You think youre mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a west end town
Call the police, theres a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a west end town
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
Oooh west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
Youve got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait till I get you home
Weve got no future, weve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From lake geneva to the finland station
(how far have you been? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
A west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how far have you been? )
Girls
East end boys
And west end girls
And west end girls
And west end girls
East end boys
The west end girls
The west end boys
And west end girls
The west end girls
The west end boys
The west end girls
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Sunrise, Sunset
O Sun, When you rise,
It’s morning dawn.
When you set,
It’s evening dusk.
O Sun, Seeing your beauty lighting
Shining on landscape from dawn
Shining on seascape from dusk
It comes from dawn to dusk.
O Sun, rise from East
O Sun, set to West
From East to West,
Celestial light comes and go,
Seasons come and go.
Here come four seasons
North to South, East to West
From Spring comes Autumn,
From Summer comes Winter.
O Sun, From rising East
To setting West
O Moon, Come rising East
To setting West
Cycle never end,
It’s endless cycle,
Seeing sunset every dusk,
Seeing sunrise every dawn.
Making us pondering..
Make us wondering
Where, When will be next..
Sunrise, sunset..
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Wild East
(ian hunter)
Well its tuesday night
How Id like to be inside at this time
Watchin t.v. is killin me
Its such a drag tonight
I feel like jason
Just found a rusty fleece
And the cyclops all laughin at me
You cant tame wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Now some cynic from the methadone clinic
He keeps on bothering me
He writes all my lyrics backwards on diapers
And hangs em from the local trees
Watch out, white boy
Dont argue with a sawn off piece
Im a crazy son, mama
I love the grease of wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Now jezebel dont feel too well, she talks to jane
bout a one way conversation on a subway train
Hey! they took away her wallet and her valise
Love hate, love hate, love hate, love hate, wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east come on crazy wild east
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The sun
Let thousands of light combine
It can't, in fact, compare to shine
Sun has remained source of energy
Certainly a divine gift from almighty
Few rays of morning light
Can grant you unique delight
Days pass of with full of energy
Happiness all over without any worry
Can we dream about world without sun?
There will be complete Dark Age and everybody may run
Not a single soul can exist and life is impossible
Sun is at the centre and fully capable
Only object known as the embodiment of source
Rare natural object with ever last lasting force
Life and death is completely dependant
Its rise from east and setting in east is very much important
Millions world over worship and rejoice
Reality can hardly be denied without choice
Let us pray for its continuous existence
Blessings to mankind and entire universe for their presence in
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Sun Burns East to West
The Sun Burns East to West
(Earth’s Creation to the end of an Ice Age)
© 2008 (Jim Sularz)
Sun’s first rise over life-less skies,
the Earth cools, and the waters pool -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the planet’s broken plates quake and move.
Lightning strikes, the waters stir,
and the bonds of life begin to churn -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the waters swirl in a living urn.
Strange aquatic things, they all evolve,
some spiny finned, start to crawl -
the Sun burns East to West.
And they slowly stretch erect and tall.
Eons past where the cunning reign, a savage place,
with small sized brains -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the dead surrender their twisted remains.
An asteroid streaks from the sky, blocks out the Sun,
cause most to die -
the Sun burns East to West.
And all in a blink of Time’s eye.
Footprints in stone, some on mountainsides,
make it clear that rocks don’t lie -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the Fossils always tell the Time.
Eons past and Eons more, the fittest evolves,
and Man is born -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the early brain, once fast asleep,
begins to dream and mourn.
The first million years, Man lives in fear, learns to hunt,
invents the spear -
the Sun burns East to West.
And migrates to claim the vast frontiers.
Tools from stone and controlled fire, creates language,
that shake Man’s empire -
the Sun burns East to West.
And splash Cave paintings with Human inspire.
Life-times of hunter-gathering,
and story-telling in the dark -
the Sun burns East to West.
And a World spins with a Million hearts.
The Earth starts to warm, the oceans rise,
and the waters shape the lands -
the Sun burns East to West.
And when an Ice Age ends, then comes, the Age of Man.
poem by Jim Sularz
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The Beauty Of A Poem
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Woman And God
You are in the up
You are in the down
You are from south
You are from north
You are from west
You are from east
You are from every where.
I love your all sides
Beauty of your front
Beauty of your back
Beauty of your hips
Beauty of your lips
The heaven God created
Between your thighs
You are the miracle of God
You are the mystic of God
I love you
Because I love God
28/11/09
poem by Devil Poet
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I Am' tree series # 2
i am tall
i am straight
i am ' TREE
as i see my leaves falling to the ground
surrounding my trunk like a skirt.
my branches stretch to all four corners
north, south, east, west
and as they fall, i know then
that i am dying.
i stretch my head to the father sun
and scream for his strength.
and down to mother earth
to quench my thirst.
for hundreds of years, i have lived
and flourished with a beauty that
all mankind admires.
i then realized that it was' autumn.'
i am replenishing my life,
to enter a new one.
as my branches, which touch each point
north, south, east, west
so are the four seasons.
'i am ' tree
i live, i die, i revive.
my beauty like love is eternal
in the eyes of the beholder.
'I AM' TREE.
poem by Louis Rams
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Show Me
Hold me very tight,
Of the stars of my light;
Show me the way to success,
Of the stars of my life;
With tears and sorrows to all mankind.
The sun rises from the east to the west,
So let the beauty of the earth do give us hope;
I need the place where true love is like,
The place where there are no guns and wars.
Oh human race, do show me the way;
Show me faithfully to the wolrd so sweet,
For i need a place where true love is.
The beauty of the earth is like,
The beauty of my love;
Of a pure heart is the hill of my light,
Like where there are no hate and worries.
Show me the way, of the stars of my life;
Hold me and lead me on, of the tsars of my light;
For i need a place where love is,
Like a place where there are no bombs and racism.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beautiful ugliness
The beauty of life lies not in its purity or perfection
The beauty of life stands tall and with great attention
The beauty of life moves in all directions, always forward,
Some times in contradiction
The beauty of life drives man to survive with all of the power horses can contrive
The beauty of life jumps to all levels of delight
Great and ornate to a very placated state
The beauty of life flies with weightless wings
Dreams that keep us aflight because of their
Reality and possibility to become means.
The beauty of life rises after every fall, always
Toward the end of the furthest star in the
Most distant constellation, infinitely far.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Sandstorm
Caught in a sandstorm we strive onwards,
The sand is awesome, the sand is massive;
We throw our weapons down swiftly to seal
Our pact with the desert people, the nomads.
They catch us because we are living forever,
Inside us is a soul to matter, more than grains of sand.
The whole storm shall make us proficient in acts
Of innocence, the nomads know us;
We are able to unite and be nomadic
Without the weapons of our choice.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hair Today - Gone Tomorrow
I shudder to think
What life would be like
If women, like men, started thinning;
No peace would be found,
Men would go underground;
There'd be wailing and grief,
There'd be grinding of teeth,
And that would be just the beginning!
Hair-driers and dyes
Would be laid to one side,
As experts were given the time
To find a solution,
To make restitution
By each and all means,
To repairing the genes
Accused of this dastardly crime.
Yes, I shudder to think,
As all women, as one,
Bring all of their powers to bear;
To crush to submission
Illegal permission;
To mess with their beauty,
To ignore their duty
The genes have for growing their hair.
And if the malefactors
Are thinking they'll win
This battle in which they are caught,
They know not their fate,
They've no case to state,
No lesson was learnt,
Even try it, they daren't...
By the way - it was only a thought!
(Written 11th Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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In search of beauty
Why is it so?
That beauty is an unfathomable mistress?
…like the uncertain truth…
Of a certain paradox…
The beauty of joy,
Is in its irony.
The beauty of smile,
In its tear.
The beauty of desire
Is in its incompletion.
The beauty of a poem,
In its vain-ness.
That of emotion,
In its numbness…
That of sorrow,
In its convalescence.
The beauty of past,
is in its eternity,
and that of future,
in its anonymity.
The beauty of beauty
Is in its ugliness…
That of life,
…in its death…
The beauty of
The search of it,
Is in its endlessness….
poem by Sarvesh Kulkarni
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She is a Beauty
She is a beauty
No one else can provide
A spring of jewels
Of such attractiveness.
She is a beauty
My love one and my life
The light of the dark
Of such dim and darkness.
She is a beauty
That everyone can see
Art of majesty
Complete of happiness.
She is a beauty
No one will disagree
Respected by all
For she is a goddess.
She is a beauty
No one else can compare
I want you to know
She is my lovely mom.
poem by Wylrhyss Terrado
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We Are Drawn Towards The West
we are drawn towards the west
we are from the east
we have many reasons to stay in the west
we have more of the many reasons to go back to our
point of origin
the east, yet for the time being, we cannot.
the east will always be an enticing art form
inside our hungry stomachs
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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