A broken winged butterfly flies?
The darned life crawls through the smooth & silky roads
But rival thorns; And he feels the fragrance of a distant Gypsy flower
But his patchy lungs won't keep enough breath for the tiresome journey.
*To my first kind critic of the site
poetess Amanda. Lukas
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I watch the Snowy Mountains in Corona
Somehow you're lucky
Hugging the Snowflakes!
And I am drowning in the life's-soup boiler.
Darling Corona, We have to move again to Anaheim
That's an order from the invisible Hands
And the poor Gypsy and his beloved pack the things into cardboard boxes
Where this tiresome journey stops?
* Humbly to the poetess Fay Slimm!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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those two live as One.
A single flower bloomed,
from the misty rainbow,
So beautiful and smooth,
as the silky satin skin,
Can have it in the hearts
for many more life times,
Still unable to get the spectrum
for each distinct tone,
The fist sized machines in the chest,
know it very well,
The ray of love goes through,
those four almond eyes,
To the heart, then to the mind,
and to the soul,
What majestic feeling,
that one has,
To share with another,
who thinks the same,
Feels the same and
Those two start to live as one.
to live with fun.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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And the flower smiled
A nameless virgin flower just bloom in the thick jungle.
The hermit sniffs the fragrance and breaks his inner peace.
The flower invites him to her kingdom
And the hermit forgets his chants.
He mutters;
'I practice my way of life since a long time with great principles.
But I feel now that I cannot move any further and I became a weaker.'
'Master! I'll teach you just a simple chant,
Love the flowers before they wither
And do meditation after they perished.' The flower smiled.
* I dedicate this poem to the poetess Sue Ann Simar in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Gypsy Road
I used to be now Im not what you see, lord I try
And now it seems all those dreams have come true, but theyre passing me by
Some fast talkin mama for a dollar put a smile on my face
Im drivin all night
I end up in the same old place
My gypsy road cant take me home
I drive all night just to see the light
My gypsy road cant take me home
I keep on pushin cause it feels alright
And whos to care if I grow my hair to the sky
Ill take a wish and a prayer cross my fingers cause I always get by
Some fast talkin jerk for a dollar wiped the smile off my face
Im drivin all night
Just to keep the rat in the race
My gypsy road cant take me home
I drive all night just to see the light
My gypsy road cant take me home
I keep on pushin cause it feels alright
Sometimes I feel so old
Got my lights burnin bright
But Im lookin pretty sold
Sometimes I feel so cold
So cold
Lets go
Got to get on home
My gypsy road cant take me home
My gypsy road cant take me home, t-t-take me
My gypsy road cant take me home
I drive all night just to see the light
My gypsy road cant take me home
I keep on pushin cause it feels alright
My gypsy road cant take me home
I drive all night just to see the light
My gypsy road cant take me home
I keep on p-p-pushin
My gypsy road
My gypsy road
My gypsy road
My gypsy road
My gypsy road
song performed by by Cinderella
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A Woman in Patchwork
The patchy life goes together
with her monotonous career.
He roams around in the vicinity of her district.
A destitute man of letters who is searching his old publisher friend.
Both souls are mending their decaying lives
and accidentally the fate granted them to know each other.
He wants to darn his trouser
and replace few missing buttons.
She stitched for him and it's free of charge.
He gave her a surety to be her partner forever.
The destiny is almost ahead unpredictable.
By the way this will be the stranger's roost.
How beautiful if it goes on a pleasure journey
with a happy ending like ' once upon a time' story?
To the poetess Patricia.Gale
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Journey
At man's beginning and throughout his journey
he doesn't know where he's going until he gets there.
It can take him along many winding paths and cul-de-sacs.
Often he feels that he has reached his journey's end,
and for a while he achieves contentment,
but then questions the purpose of life's task.
In reality man's journey is ended by his last breath,
but during the time between his first and last,
he has been controlled by a solitary dictator.
Not the Omnipotent Almighty, or even mother nature,
but pure and simple circumstance,
this is man's master and navigator.
Some believe that the final breath signifies the end,
but others believe that it's only the beginning.
Just another step along the corridor of time,
an eternal journey from the physical
where knowledge accompanies you
on your journey to the sublime.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Love and Fragrance
The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction
When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin
Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you
And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention
But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance
~Rick Berry
poem by Rick Berry
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Gypsy, Joe And Me
We might have slept in a rail yard or camped by the river bank
We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land
and quenched our thirst with rain
We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet
Life just had no pattern for Gypsy Joe and me
All we had was each other.and the rags upon our back
The closest thing to a home we new was some abandoned shack
But we had all we needed and the rest we didn't need
Life was free and simple for Gypsy Joe and me
Now Gypsy was my little dog ,I found by the road in a ditch
And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit
Oh and Joe he was my man,the flower of my soul
Thou he never said he loved me,I just always seemed to know
While standing by the highway,thumbin' for a ride
The speeding wheels of a passing car,took Gypsy's life
I lost him where I found him and his loss was misery
Now there's no more Gypsy,there's just Joe and me
Well the winter came and the snow did fall
And the night was cold and still
And the rags we wore were not enough
and Joe he caught the chill
And he told me how he loved me
and in my arms he went to sleep
Now there's no more Gypsy,no more Joe,there's just me
While standin' here on the edge of this bridge
Lookin' down I see
The face of Joe and Gypsy,lookin' back at me
And somewhere in the distance I can hear them callin' me
Tonight we'll be together again
Gypsy,Joe and me
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song performed by by Dolly Parton
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They are sad
They are sad
Butterflies were dancing,
Bees were kissing him.
Bumble bee was sucking him
& children were seeing him with charm.
It was a marigold on the top of the plant.
On the other hand some thorns were seeing the glory of the flower
and
their eyes were full of thrust & tears
Because none was seeing them.
In the last they asked its reason from the flower.
The flower tells them the truth that
They are without beautiful colors,
Juice & fragrance
And he is full of colors, juice & fragrance
So every one likes him.
Another fact is this that the flower
is a symbol of peace & love.
On the other hand the thorn is a symbol of cruelty & pain.
I think that unaccountable people in this world
behave like a thorn so they are sad.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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My payroll, pulse and the puncture
Oh! it's a sad tune as usual
When I touch these colored notes
The burning sensation what a pity?
My poor lungs try to fill happy air,
But always a puncture along this tiresome journey from a cruel thorn?
I am not a stripling to bear this stretch
And this tattered piece would break if you pull fast.
* The annoyed alarm clock wakes me up to fight with the life.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Gliding In The Air
A bird is wrestling the wind with its feathers,
Even then the flight is smooth, as smooth as the air.
Best of the eagles are against the flight of others,
Eventually they look like a mouth, as smooth as the air.
A strange spectacle has been captured in the rain,
After a bird, not reptile, does fly south, as smooth as the air.
When strangers bespeak a multifarious journey through the air,
I gather it is more than just levitation or youth, as smooth as the air.
I love the young journey to the east,
A happy rhythm up north, as smooth as the air.
Why do we hesitate to look powerful?
When we glide in the sky, as smooth as the air.
poem by Naveed Akram
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She is Like A Flower.......
She is like a flower,
a flower that gives me a smile
a smile that enlightens my inner soul.
she is the one with whom i can share my sorrows and joys
Her company is like sweet fragrance of a flower,
a fragrance that freshens me.
she is the one whose love is undesirable for me.
Her each care about me is like a each petal of a flower
a care that i love the most.
she is the one who motivate me in every sphere of life.
her presence is like a color of flower,
a presence that brightens me.
she is the one who is everything for me
She is like a flower...........
poem by Suniya Garg
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Not For Attar
How hard is your heart
To squeeze the Rose
That smiles amidst thorns all around
And call its essence a scent
Wear the flower on your hair
Present the rose to your beloved as Valentine gift
Have mercy on this gentle and sweet flower
Don't smear its blood as scent
And Ladies and Gentlemen, for your kind information
Rose is not made for Attar
Rose is not just a flower
Rose is QUEEN of all flowers
Appreciate her fragrance and elegance
Do not squeeze for essence
And always adore Her Excellence with reverence
poem by Kavin Charalan
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Time has shown how the boisterous life runs from bad to worse
What a tragic accident the human history faced?
Forefathers abandon their fruitful cultivation and the new generation too not so eager to hold the bare lands.
A tree grows silently and gives the shade
But they cut the branches and make swords & shields.
Human create the war, injustice, oppression and suffering.
But the time has shown them the hideous life runs from bad to worse.
* St.Patrick's day, I got a deep breath into my patchy lungs while thinking of the fraud which plays in the mischievous life.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Gypsy Joe & Me
We might have slept in a rail yard or camped by the river bank
We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land
And quenched our thirst with rain
We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet
Life just had no pattern for gypsy joe and me
All we had was each other and the rags upon our back
The closest thing to a home we new was some abandoned shack
But we had all we needed and the rest we didnt need
Life was free and simple for gypsy joe and me
Now gypsy was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch
And so I named him gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit
Oh and joe he was my man, the flower of my soul
Thou he never said he loved me, I just always seemed to know
While standing by the highway, thumbin for a ride
The speeding wheels of a passing car, took gypsys life
I lost him where I found him and his loss was misery
Now theres no more gypsy, theres just joe and me
Well the winter came and the snow did fall
And the night was cold and still
And the rags we wore were not enough
And joe he caught the chill
And he told me how he loved me
And in my arms he went to sleep
Now theres no more gypsy, no more joe, theres just me
While standin here on the edge of this bridge
Lookin down I see
The face of joe and gypsy, lookin back at me
And somewhere in the distance I can hear them callin me
Tonight well be together again
Gypsy, joe and me
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Little Poem Story
A little poem telling a story about the poetess who were falling in love
A little poem smiled
She knew that the poetess was writting love words shyly
One..Two..Three.....Seven.....a lot of love words she wrote
They were beatiful, they were mysterious
A little poem felt the poetess’s emotion
The poetess was loving an awesome man deeply
A man who had filled in her absolute majority life
Like a candle in the dark., he lighted the poetess’s days
A little poem knew the poetess’s feeling
And the awesome man had to knew too
A little poem waited for that special day
One..Two..Three.....Seven...a lot of days passed
But a little poem never leafted from her place
The poetess never allowed a little poem to talked to the awesome man
The poetess leafted a little poem in her drawer
The poetess leafted her love words and nobody knew
A little poem had the blues
Love is about braveness
Love will become love when it expressed
“May be the poetess didn’t know about it”, she thought.
poem by Deasy Anggraeni
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All My Roads
Looking back from where I stand tonight
I wouldnt change a thing about my life
Wrong turns I had to take back in those crazy years
Could not have been mistakes if they brought me here
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
I dont regret a single broken heart
That taught me what love is and what its not
Someone must have planned our two paths would cross
I couldnt see it then but I was never lost
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
Detours, dead ends, endless explorations
You were my only destination
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
song performed by by Collin Raye
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Transparent Energies
burnt into your memory
the cascading paths of two seperate lifes
One so rich colourful and ambient
the other feels such emotion
whenever the distant memory ingrained
is unleashed to rome like a pagan
in this life it feels so powerful
a robust energy, it opens her soul
the transparent energies
build her up like a roming gypsy
two perceptions become like a whole
a new understanding is rewritten
poem by Rachelerika Henderson
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Our Roads On Earth
Each trip commences with a step
We all have trips to make
We traverse different roads in life
As one goes up
Another goes down
Some go through long roads
Others have shorter paths to tread
Our daily trips are divine
As we journeyed towards life trips
Some roads are bumpy
Some are smooth
Some have stamina for marathon
Some move faster in a dash
Either long or short
Trials, challenges, obstacles
Are features to wrestle with on our roads
We need to be resilent
We need to damn odds
Whatever lane of the roads we are
Steadfastness is needed
Our trips on these roads
Shall end successfully
If we hold on to God..
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Red Riding Hood [trailer 2]
Amanda Seyfried, Gary Oldman, Lukas Haas, Billy Burke, Virginia Madsen
by David Johnson from Red Riding Hood (2011)
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