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Omnibus and the Excursion

They are singing and dancing
in this luxurious vehicle
going on a picnic to a historical place
where the ruins are still remained.
They count the pillars of the decayed castle
while the heroes slept quietly.
King's old pond almost dry and no water
only they hear the frogs chatter.
Queen's shattered mirror reflects
the kaleidoscopic picture of life.
Horses skeletons and all the remnants are standstill.
All are quiet on their way back journey,
snoring, some awake but drowsy
the bending mountain road is very risky.
The chauffeur too sleepy
and the bus descending steeply?

To my dearest father who met an accident and left all of us when I was only eight years old.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mystery's Mirror Rhyme

Mirror's muse reflects
as mirror recollects
on mirror which reflects
upon mirror which reflects
upon mystery of light.

Mirror thus protects
mirror which projects
reflection which reflects
on mirror which expects
historical insight.

Mirror interjects
texts, textures and contexts
which chance elects, selects
then checks and double checks
for infinite delight.

Mirror's light directs
life's mysteries, neglects
naught it interconnects
as cause links to effects
exciting to invite.

Mirror then detects
mirror which deflects
mirror which rejects
history of night
when mirror role reflects

Mirror thus connects,
collects and self respects,
perpetually perfects
externals it bedecks
with inner meanings' might.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mirror mirror…

A mirror reflects all but lies.
Reflects the things
Everyone denies.
Reflects the way
You shaped yourself.
Reflects the things
Complex, simple, hidden and obvious.
Reflects the things
We have done in our lives.
Reflects the things
We don’t want to see.
But it has never reflected
Me.

In darkness and alone
I sit at the edge
Of icy cold black water.
Mirror mirror…
I sit their staring at no reflection
Thinking of the things I am,
Daughter, student, sister, lover.
But it does not define to me who I am.
I see all the things
I don’t want to see.
Perhaps than there is no “me”?
I do not exist in my reflections.
I can not find me in those titles.

Mirror mirror…
Perhaps then it is fact
Am I nothing more but that?
So should I satisfy with the things I see?
Is life’s lesson then that you should “just be”?
Is there nothing more then the endless time passing?
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps it is why it is never said
That a mirror holds an answer.

poem by Zarina Binda
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Drowsy

Sometimes the lion king roars loud
For everyone to hear!
But there are times he's not too proud
And hardly one to fear...
We all feel drowsy now and then
And can't avoid a yawn...
Sometimes we can't count up to ten
And look somewhat forlorn...

This lion king feels drowsy now,
His kingdom slips away...
His weary head begins to bow
As stronger forces play.
To stay awake is such a chore!
His weakness is confessed.
He breathes much deeper than before,
Admitting he must rest.

So sleepy-time approaches him
And so his eyelids droop...
His eyesight fast approaches dim
As he departs the group...
Let others guard the lion pride,
Let others look around,
This lion king that yawned and sighed
Is gently sleeping sound...

Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Drowsy'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

poem by Denis Martindale
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Can We Shake Ourselves Awake

Can we shake ourselves awake,
From an aborted ride into darkness
Derailed?
Can we take back the hope to love,
And detour this scene to find happiness waiting?
Will agitated aggressiveness become offended
To find clearing eyes on the road...
And not on drugged realities sold as we slept!

Can we shake ourselves awake...
And turnaround to mend shattered daydreams,
Left unnourished and discouraged to fulfill?
Dropping them as excessive weight,
We believed our journey could not take...
But now needs!

If we can shake ourselves awake,
And break free of the mistaken purpose to control.
Focusing on the road we have taken to make peace.
The peace we nearly overslept
To let someone we felt we knew take the wheel.
Awakening to find they had become misguided!
Hopefully this does not delay our arrival.

If we can shake ourselves awake...
We just might make it there on time,
To celebrate!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tortoise's feathers

Among the ruins I sat on a stone bench facing an isolated pond.
All of a sudden a tortoise came up from the muddy water.
And she's older than my Great Grandma it seems,
But she called me uncle.
Oh! How I am wearied along this useless journey?
'Hey! Uncle this isn't an ideal place to roam around,
I'll give you my feathers better you fly and try another place.'
I borrowed her feathers and said; 'Thank you.'
I flew the whole day but still I see the pond below
And I realized that I cannot fly anymore leaving the ruins.

* To the deceased Sri Lankan Veteran Dramatist Actor and Author Henry. Jayasena in gratitude.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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the old man in Greece...

somewhere in Greece
now i remember
because of your letter
there was an old man
who holds a piece of
a shattered mirror
that he carries everywhere
and those that he cannot
confront
or say
see directly he does
with his mirror
and he had since then
seen them all

whatever light he captures
he reflects it to those
who are sad like him
and he tells himself now
i understand
now i am no longer afraid
now i can proceed to
the ways of
being alone
what road is left
he must traverse
what thought is there
he must think for
himself
and before he died
(because he died in truth
alone in his bedroom)
he wrote his view of the
world
in that shattered piece
of mirror
still reflecting
whatever small light
he stored
from within....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mirror...

I Looked At The Mirror
Mirror, Looked Back At Me
I Asked The Mirror
What Do You See?
The Mirror Smiled
“Same As You See”
I Touched The Mirror
The Mirror, Touched Me
Pressing To Break Thru
Glass Vanity
For Tho’ Eye To Eye
Sometimes I See
Mirror’s Right
Is Left To Me
And My Right Side … Made Mirror Left
I Got Perplexed At Imagery
And I Turned Away From Mirror
And Mirror Turned From Me
Our Backs To Each Other
Exposed Rigidly
But, Both Turned Back To Face
And Touch Same Place, And Be
Contained and Content
In Each Other’s Space Respectfully
We Shattered The Barrier
Between Mirror and Me
Back To Reflecting Our World
And The Same Things, We See …
Oh … Mirror, Mirror …
Reflecting You … Seeing Me …

poem by MoonBee Canady
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My friend the chauffeur

My friend,
hes a chauffeur.

He drives his family around,
everyday.

He dosent like his new job,
hes not meant to be a chauffeur.

My friend,
hes a chauffeur.

Hes a driver for his family,
my friend the chauffeur

He hates his new job,
it makes him sleepy

my friend the chauffeur,
He dosent talk to me much anymore,

My friend the chauffeur,
I miss him.

My friend,
hes a chauffeur

My friend,
he is gone

poem by Jess Terry
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Love Spreads

Love spreads her arms
Waits there for the nails
I forgive you boy I will prevail
Too much to take some cross to bear
I'm hiding in the trees with a picnic
She's over there yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
She didn't scream
She didn't make a sound
I forgive you boy
But don't leave town
Cold black skin naked in the rain
Hammer flash in the lightning
They're hurting her again

Let me put you in the picture
Let me show you what I mean
The messiah is my sister
Ain't no king man she's my queen
Let me put you in the picture
Let me show you what I mean
The messiah is my sister
Ain't no king man she's my queen
I have a dream
I've seen the light
Don't put it out
Say she's alright yeah
She's my sister

She didn't scream
She didn't make a sound
I forgive you boy
But don't leave town
Cold black skin naked in the rain
Hammer flash in the lightning
They're hurting her again
Oh oh
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah

Let me put you in the picture
Let me show you what I mean
The messiah is my sister
Ain't no king man she's my queen

I have a dream
I've seen the light
Don't put it out
Say she's alright yeah
She's my sister

song performed by by The Stone Roses from Second Coming
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A Summer Picnic

an early summer's day
we drove along on a gravel road
far back into the country
to enjoy a picnic
while snapping a few pictures
wildflowers, buttercups and dandelions
then a lone horse by a fence
farther on a field of jersey cows
by a red barn, with an amazing blue sky
then we arrive at our favourite spot
we stop by the old pond
to enjoy our picnic with a show
so enchanting the peacocks dance
for the white queen with blue eyes

poem by Rachel Nichols
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Nightswimming

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday.
Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.
You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.
The photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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Do The Sheep

Go to bed.
You sleepy head.
No need to stay awake,
'Cause your not hearing one word I've said.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Oh no.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.

Go to sleep.
Count the sheep.
Maybe your snoring will keep others,
From pretending they are dead.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Thi s-I-know.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.

You might as well pack up your ears with cotton.
The things I've said to you they are forgotton.
You've got me feeling like I'm rotten.
And...

Go to bed.
You sleepy head.
No need to stay awake,
'Cause your not hearing one word I've said.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
No- you-don't.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
You might as well pack up your ears with cotton.
The things I've said to you they are forgotton.
You've got me feeling like I'm rotten.
And...

Go to sleep.
Count-those-sheep.
Maybe your snoring will keep others,
From pretending they are dead.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Thi s-I-know.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Kee p-the-snorin'-low.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-ba h.
Nice and slow.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
And count the sheep.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Go-to- sleep.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
And do the sheep!
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Bah-bah-bah!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Will Judge

I came upon a fork in the road
And I didn't know which path to take
Should I take the path most traveled upon
As that decision I just have to make.
So I ponder the decision for a while
Till an outcome came to my mind
I would take the one that was less traveled
And truthfully I still know not why.
I started my journey down that path
As down that road I began to walk
I then began to think the thoughts to myself
And also to myself I began to talk.
I came upon two men and a woman arguing
Screaming back and forth about hate and love
I bowed my head and then I walked away
And I said to them, one day GOD he will judge.
I walked down the road a little bit further
Then I noticed water upon the path
It formed a pond which became my mirror
Then I saw myself looking in, so I had to laugh.
I looked so sad and I look so confused
As at first I didn't think that it was me
But they say with age comes wisdom and sadness
So maybe that really was myself looking back at me.
I continued my journey down the path
Just seeing were it was going to take me next
Or will the road just end like how it began
So later in the day I might sit back and reflect.
I then came across some people stealing and fighting
While an innocent man was screaming that's enough
Then like cowards I saw them all just run away
Then I said to the innocent, one day GOD he will judge.
So I continued my journey down that path
Out of curiosity to see where It would take me then
But it took me back to that same fork in the road
My ending was also where my journey did begin.
Then suddenly I had awaken from that dream
My journey was really a dream that I just had
And was it a dream about my very own circle of life
Especially my pain and suffering and what made me sad.
So I sat up in my bed and started reflecting back
Into my soul which is full of sadness of love
I think the dream was telling me do not ever forget
And that also in time to all, GOD He will judge.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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After the loss of Columbia a couple of years ago, I think we were reminded of the risk. All of us, though, have always known that the Space Shuttle is a very risky vehicle, much more risky than even flying airplanes in combat.

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Catch The Shadow

I crawl through the back door
Catch the shadows
Wake up from my depression to hear the gamelan sounds
Flute, drum, ending,
Saw the puppets shadows
Which able to open the spirit traveling
Behind the suffering of meal
From the historical stage of man

When I went home, my father were angry
And my father ask why I saw the puppet shadows
Through the back door
Like a thief
I shut my mouth, no answer
When I answer this question, am not polite and get angrier
I recognize, it is dangerous to left the door
Left the door unlocked
But the God could came like the thief
Through the back door which unlocked
Or the locked in front of the door

At that time, I really did not know
Why my father always looking me
When I saw the puppets shadows
Although I crawled into the mass
My father always found me
In addition, ask me to go home
In the middle of the show
And then to live over my worry
Leave some question, what kind of the end of the story
To echo in my ear and to pound on
In my hearth wall
Then flow and crawled in my blood
To the whole my body
Became my life story
And leave the big question who always
Remainder me

Every step in my life
Always remained me to the sound
Of gamelan music where
Fluid, drum and xylophone like
Sturdy
Become dreams
In my slept

Until my life regarding
To pursue the shadows

Prasetya Utama
Bogor, Friday, January 13,2006

poem by Prasetya Utama
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Perhaps I'll Never Again See Old Clara Mountain

I'm getting on in years and looking older even than my age of two years with three score
And perhaps I'll never again see old Clara Mountain and climb the high fields up through Claramore
In Claraghtalea I started my life's journey but I'm not to know where and when that journey will end
In sixty two years I've known a lot of people but not everyone I've known I'd call a friend
I often think about the Town of Millstreet where mine once was a fairly well known face
Though there today I well might be a stranger a stranger even in my old Homeplace
I am one of many migrants from Duhallow for to try my luck in the big World out there
Duhallow people are known to be travellers and one from there one could meet anywhere
I often think of those I went to school with many of them the grandparents of today
Perhaps the years have left them looking older even some of them with the departed lay
It has been many years since I've last seen them the years eventually do tell on all
On looking back our young years went so quickly and for everyone of us a final Fall
Perhaps I'll never again see old Clara Mountain or walk in the fields where the rank rushes grow
In Claraghatlea I began my life's journey but where and when that journey will end I'm not to know.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Shattered Mirror

Shattered Mirror
Broken face
So lost now
I have no place
Scared of life
Nowhere to turn
So far to go
A life to learn

Shattered Mirror
Tattered dreams
All alone
Too hard it seems
Feel so empty
Lost inside
Too much to bear
I wish I'd died

Shattered Mirror
Murdered love
Dark thought come
And rise above
Tears of love
Heart of pain
Mess of thoughts
Maybe insane

Shattered Mirror
Loss of life
Hopes of death
Constant strife
Now let go
Lonely tear
Empty now
Wish you were here....

poem by Kim Hooten
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