Barren Grounds
A solitary Buzzard flew over my thatched roof
And I recalled the bygone days of her ripen harvest.
What I found in her readable eyes?
Only the odds and ends and what else?
Dedication to my poet friend Denis.Joe
Is there life after death?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Brother! It seems to be an off-season
The magical song birds flew away from the uncle's orchard without informing him.
The trees some were uprooted and old as same as uncle's gray beard.
I remember the bygone days when the fruits were laden and ripen on the tree tops how they danced merrily?
But now no more any singsong or a friendly chat and only you hear is the faint whisper of decaying leaves over his pet dog 'Marco's' silent tomb.
*Hey! My dear friend nothing could be hold firmly as everything disappears like in a sad dream.
This poem is a dedication to my friend George.Murdock in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Odds And Ends (1)
by Bob Dylan
I plan it all and I take my place
You break your promise all over the place
You promised to love me, but what do I see
Just you comin' and spillin' juice over me
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
Now, you take your file and you bend my head
I never can remember anything that you said
You promised to love me, but what do I know
You're always spillin' juice on me like you got someplace to go
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
Now, I've had enough, my box is clean
You know what I'm sayin' and you know what I mean
From now on you'd best get on someone else
While you're doin' it, keep that juice to yourself
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Odds & Ends
I plan it all and I take my place
You break your promise all over the place
You promised to love me, but what do I see
Just you comin and spillin juice over me
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
Now, you take your file and you bend my head
I never can remember anything that you said
You promised to love me, but what do I know
Youre always spillin juice on me like you got someplace to go
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
Now, Ive had enough, my box is clean
You know what Im sayin and you know what I mean
From now on youd best get on someone else
While youre doin it, keep that juice to yourself
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Anxieties Of A Widow
May stretched its legs into the grave.
Thunder heralds the rains.
Hut on the bank of Kanoli canal
Is not re-thatched this year.
Her infant’s illness made the doctor gay
With all the wages she had kept.
Summer takes the last breath,
But the coconut leaf thatched roof
Is not re-thatched this year.
As the widow stands on the threshold,
The rain clouds gather over her sky
And the wind scatters terror in her corridor.
Will the tattered roof be flown away?
Will the rain drops make pores
On the roof of her life?
Where will her child crawl and smile?
Question waves are thus getting high;
Her canoe is ready to be tossed.
(Summer ends in the month of May and rainy season begins in the month of June in Kerala)
poem by Fabiyas M V
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A Merry Christmas
Thick snow covered the mountain tops and the dangerous calendar is going to be finished very soon,
But a new shinning one comes with the same old nagging worries.
I hear the hymns from a faraway church
And I think of my old thatched village church and the skinny bearded father who wanders in my blood-soaked native land.
Oh! My Lord Jesus of Nazareth,
If we could have the Christmas at all to our miserable lives?
* Dedication to Sandra, Jerry, Alison, Denis, Dave, Max, George and the rest of my fellow poet friends in the site.
Merry Christmas and a prosperous new year to all.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Subterranean Car Sick Buzzard
Remember the field with the buried car
Front offside wing and section of roof
Protruding from stony mud
You said Perhaps there was a time slip
Been here for centuries
Romans, at a guess
Mr Buzzard dekkos down from forest hide
Peripheral scan over fossil car, no mind
And why doesn't he go for our eyes? I wonder
Well he'd like to, but he'd never think
To try and take them, you say
Not in him. Attack hugely improbable.
But I just saw a Humber buried in a sheepfield
Buzzard loops again
I put on my shades and it begins to rain
poem by Jay D. Allard
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A Friend LikeYou
A friend like you is like no other friend
A friend like you is a friend I don't regret meeting
A friend like you is like a friend I can't scream at or fight with
A friend like you is like having no worries in my life
A friend like you is a friend that I don't want to lose
A friend like you is like being in comfort all day
A friend like you is a friend I always wanted
A friend like you is awesomely awesome
A friend like you is random and funny
A friend like you is a friend that I love to death and I will never let go
A friend like you is a friend I can tell all my secrets to
A friend like you..
A friend like you is like the little sister I've always wanted
A friend that I can go to tell them what's wrong
A friend like you is like having no dark days because you brighten them up
A friend like you is a friend that opens up my eyes and helps me avoid bad things
A friend like you is a type of friend that laughs at dumb things I say or do
A friend like you is a friend I am proud to call my best friend...
poem by Shubham Kumar
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A Friend Like You
A friend like you is like no other friend
A friend like you is a friend i dont regret meeting
A friend like you is like a friend i cant scream at or fight with
A friend like you is like having no worries in my life
A friend like you is a friend that i dont want to lose
A friend like you is like being in comfort all day
A friend like you is a friend i always wanted
A friend like you is awesomly awesome
A friend like you is random and funny
A friend like you is a friend that i love to death and i will never let go
A friend like you is a friend i can tell all my secrets to
A friend like you..
A friend like you is like the little sister ive always wanted
A friend that i can go to to tell them whats wrong
A friend like you is like having no dark days because you brighten them up
A friend like you is a friend that opens up my eyes and helps me avoid bad things
A friend like you is a type of friend that laughs at dumb things i say or do
A friend like you is a friend i am proud to call my best friend...
poem by Jenni Cortes
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Meaning of Death
when a poet writes of death
don't take it literally
death has many meanings
which differ significantly
to a poet death might mean
death of a past
which is a new beginning
one that might last
death to a poet is life
time to start a new chapter
turn the page
turn sadness into laughter
to a poet death is a new start
ending of strife
closing, locking the doors
of their old life
death has so many meanings
not only for a poet
all parts of life leads to death
some just don't know it
death means change
chance for a new beginning
put the past behind
stop losing, start winning
so to a poet
death is not always bad
we must write our feelings
whether good or sad
p.s.not sure this makes much sense
but i was buzzed ;)
poem by Sandy Nobody
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A prompt response from the Devil
'Hello! Mr. Scribbler I received your letter
which was addressed to the Queen.
I was there at that time while they were celebrating the b'day party.
What can I do for you?
I am also helpless these days
you know why? these paradise people
make ' Nytroglycerine' toys for better prospects.
I can do one thing for you if you like?
I'll make a multiple visa for you to the hell.
There you can live peacefully
and I'll give you a surety.'
Always your friend,
Devil de morals.
Dedication to my poet friend Nick.Percowycz
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Missing Poem
When life was done, my soul left Earth,
Thus I was Heaven bound,
Perhaps to prove my works had worth
Based on the faith I found...
So I flew high above the sky,
Past sun, moon, stars and more
And only when I'd left them by,
Could I see Heaven's door...
As I approached, it opened wide,
I landed gently down...
On holy ground I stood inside,
An angel held my crown...
I put it on, he held my hand
And led me to and fro,
Across this precious wondrous land
God only could bestow...
Within the Palace of the King
The angel bid me walk,
Then he flew off, more saints to bring,
While Christ and I would talk...
The Saviour smiled, explaining all,
My good works known full well,
As were the times He saw me fall,
Sad times I went through Hell...
My book of poems then appeared,
He said, 'One's missing, friend...'
And while the Saviour stroked His beard,
I failed to comprehend...
An angel with a scroll came close,
The poem to recite
And I recalled the lines of prose
Which I refused to write...
'You were a prophet till that day!
But suddenly you spurned
The Gospel Truth that showed the way
So others could have learned! '
The Lord let out a weary sigh...
'A thousand souls were lost!
Without that poem each would die,
Unsaved to pay the cost! '
'Then send me back! I'll make amends!
I'll share it everywhere!
Translate it for God's foreign friends,
Close to the Sinner's Prayer!
I'll sell the house, the car, the yacht,
I'll preach for all I'm worth!
I'll give it everything I've got!
Please send me back to Earth! '
Christ shook my hand, bid me depart,
A second chance to save,
Then laid His hand upon my heart
And told me to be brave...
A second later, life began
And with it, clemency...
And since then I've revealed God's plan,
Christ's love and Calvary!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
Near Death Experiences are shared on
various shows such as Testimony Time.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Winter Sun
His weary eyes were everywhere,
To track each tiny sound,
The hungry wolf beyond his lair
Trod softly on the ground.
For somewhere near or somewhere far
His next meal had to be.
If not, no midnight, moon or star
His weary eyes would see...
His stomach churned each step he took,
Yet Death was patient still...
His jaws were like an open book,
As he surveyed the hill.
How many hills had he climbed now?
A dozen, maybe more,
With all past strength God could allow
He fought the final war...
His prey escaped a sudden death...
His loss and yet their gain...
Life is a journey, breath by breath,
His offspring to remain...
He couldn't find a single crumb
Of comfort for this phase.
He didn't know his time had come...
This was the end of days...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Sun'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
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Happy Belated Birthday Andy
For my friend Andrew Mark Wilkinson
To Andy, I call him a friend,
but some friend I seem to be,
when I let his birthday pass by,
without saying Happy Birthday.
Therefore, I must apologise
for my oversight my friend.
Although this is nine days late,
May I take this time to say
I hope you had a wonderful Birthday.
I have no excuses for overlooking
a friend from my Birthday poem list.
As I read Andy’s poems almost daily,
I feel guilty that I overlooked his Birthday.
Andy is our resident Romantic poet,
whose poems of love and passion
fills quite a few with joy,
and whose friendship I value.
He writes from the heart
of loves entanglement there,
sometimes mirroring at times his own life.
A great poet and a great friend to all.
Therefore, from this friend who sadly forgot
a Happy Belated Birthday my friend, nine days late.
poem by David Harris
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Harvest For The World
All babies together
Evry one a seed
Half of us are satisfied
The other half of us in need
Loves bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be a harvest.. for the world?
(harvest for the world)
A nations planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go, we wont wait in vain
Far too many, feelin the strain
(chorus)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest for the world)
Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least
And nation after nation, tuning into beasts
(chorus)
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Days
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
song performed by by David Bowie
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Who Will You Take To Heaven With You?
The Lord appeared, his very last day,
The day that he must die...
'Who will you take to Heaven with you? '
Christ asked, but no reply...
The man just stood there staring,
With eyes that could not blink,
As if he were uncaring
Or much too scared to think...
Then two salty tears began to flow...
For forty years of waste!
'Who will you take to Heaven with you? '
Christ asked the fool He faced...
The man knelt down still weeping,
With eyes that were red raw,
For while his faith was sleeping,
He never preached God's Law...
Then Lord Jesus wept beside His friend,
For whom He gave His life!
'Who will you take to Heaven with you? '
Christ asked, sharp as a knife...
The man repented there and then
And vowed He'd preach the Word!
'Too late! ' said Jesus, 'This is when
Your life ends on this world...'
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2010.
Based on the Good News letter from the GOD TV website
which explained Luke 14's Parable of the Master's Banquet.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Kleitos' Illness
Kleitos, a likeable young man,
about twenty-three years old
with a first-class education, a rare knowledge of Greek
is seriously ill. He caught the fever
that reaped a harvest this year in Alexandria.
The fever found him already worn out morally
by the pain of knowing that his friend, a young actor,
had stopped loving and wanting him.
He's seriously ill, and his parents are terribly worried.
An old servant who brought him up
is also full of fear for Kleitos' life;
and in her panic
she remembers an idol she used to worship
when she was young, before she came there as a maid,
to the house of distinguished Christians, and turned Christian
herself.
She secretly brings some votive bread, some wine and honey,
and places them before the idol. She chants whatever phrases
she remembers from old prayers: odds and ends. The ninny
doesn't realize that the black demon couldn't care less
whether a Christian gets well or not.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Bird Watching
Bird Watching
Two sparrows, on roof of my car, noisily chirped, five
more sparrows came, tweeted too and showed no debate
culture, then they flew off and left the couple to it.
One, the male, I think, flew off and left, I assume, her
alone; not for long, he came back peeped and left again;
did this three times, finally she flew off with him, but
she deeply sighed. A drama had passed, that I had seen
and judged with a human’s limited understanding of
the life of other spices. Bird dropping on the car roof,
I had witnessed a love story, good as any seen on TV,
and as afternoon soaps must, had ended blissfully.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Dedication
Well way back in the Bible time
A cat named noah built an ocean liner
Everybody laughed when they told him why
But when the rain came, noah was high and dry
cause he had
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
Well admiral byrd and some eskimos
They took a little trip to the old north pole
When they said it was a miracle they made it back
Well they said that wasnt any miracle, jack
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
Well now there was a movie star out in hollywood
He met a little girl, they got along real good
He tried to split but the chick said buddy, not so fast
Aint gonna wrap me on your arms, then wrap me in some cash
Now it was on tv every word they said
If you didnt see it man, you must have been late
She got on the witness pedestal without care
She turned to the judge and this is what she said
Dedication judge every way
Dedication judge in every way
I need some
Dedication judge that cant be spent
A little dedication judge to pay the rent
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Where The Waxwings Used To Dwell
Where the waxwings used to dwell,
Where the pine trees softly swayed,
A flock of airy momentwills
Flew around and flew away.
Where the pine trees softly whooshed
Where the warblewings sang out
A flock of airy momentwills
Flew around and flew about.
In wild and shadowy disarray
Among the ghosts of bygone days,
Wheeled and tintinnabulated.
A flock of airy momentwills
A flock of airy momentwills!
You're warblewingish and beguilish,
You besot my soul like strumming,
Like a wave invade my heart!
Go on, ringing warblewings,
Long live airy momentwills!
poem by Velimir Khlebnikov
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