Wet Park Bench
*In my schooldays once in the Victoria park in Colombo I met him, an elderly person like a beggar with a heavy book, 'Baghavat Geeta' he holds and his name is Patrick Gabriel....may he rest in peace now! ]
After the storm
Life back to normal?
An old man who sits on a bench
Half asleep and a heavy book,
and a mackintosh aside,
still slightly wind
turning the pages of the book?
And a soft bookmark
flies in the wind
leaving all the burdens
probably his keepsake
who knows?
to Dr.Suzie Gharib still breaths in a corner of this ridiculous World?
[Thank you nimal for this tribute. I am overwhelmed. My absence from this web was due to personal reasons because nobody silences poets in Syria. I have published six books here. I lived in Scotland and Australia but it is only in Syria that I experienced the sense of freedom and unbridled expression. Do not believe what the advocates of democracy say on the news. Look at my new poem The Assyrian which I posted today(PH) . Thanks again and best wishes.]
[Let the words I speak today be soft and tender, for tomorrow I may have to eat them! ]-Unknown
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Nostalgic wind takes me homebound
Facing strong wind and heavy rain today.
All the vessels in the harbor secured safely.
And the Tugs are in their weather-watch
in case of emergency.
Like a tigress the horrible wind comes
how soft when she is normal
chime like wind bells.
I heard a ship was calling from afar
she is heading to another port
humbly request a shelter in anchorage
until the bad weather get settled.
Though I am alert in the port
I feel like a ship in her pitching & rolling
in the deep sea.
And the the strong wind take me home.
Oh! my loved ones at shore
and I can see them waving happily.
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Paddy sounds Great!
I have your precious two books;
'The ancient poet and Poems that bloom in my garden.'
The Keepsake and my travelling companion!
I reread your boisterous handwriting,
' To nimal, my brother, my friend
Thank you for being you are.'
And the mischievous signature below
Like your innocent smile!
*P.S.
It's a great forward for the book by Patti Masterman of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, U.S.A
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There it goes the express yellow School bus
Like a bird it flies with soft souls
And the matured feels like a wrong detainee holds the book; Fannie Flagg's 'Fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe'
Stands at a lonely bus stop.
His torn season ticket seems to be not valid to get a comfortable seat
And he left behind like a desperate hornet
Who seeks fragrant flowers in an off-season.
*Let heavy rains fall into the Australian bush fire to survive of this catastrophe!
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Wind swept the past
Brother,
Please do not ask
From where he comes
And let open the doors.
Do not ask where he goes
And let clear the roads.
He comes and he goes
Nobody knows
Unless the strange Master
Who holds
The book of itinerary.
He let loose the leaves
And wind swept the past.
The unseen mighty wind collects
Each and every whisper of the human souls.
* [Salutation! For the return of soldier's ashes who was killed in Iraq.Bryce Gautier will be buried today at the Riverside National Cemetery.]
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He tries to drag his boyhood scribble~
When I touched my heart
I think of you!
Because you're the only one
Who knows about the sobs,
The pains, sad laughs and the whispers
Hid behind the rib cage when you're gone!
And when I spoke to my soul
It's not clear as earlier.
The mist still frozen in my eyes
And I am not sure whether you're alone
Or somebody else accompanying you?
In that small wooden box you gave me
Half eaten toffee's still there
Let ants finish the rest half
And I close the book of bitter past!
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The Balloonman
A stranger sits on my usual park bench today
And the Sun gets ready to off for the day.
I approached him slowly and said 'Hello'.
He too smiled like a balloon.
He sends one by one to the sky from its stick where the balloons were tightened.
I said again; 'Brother it seems the sale is very less today so why don't you keep them for tomorrow? '
'Let them fly freely as they stuck with me the whole day and my beloved is happy to see the empty stick from afar when I reach home.' he said very calmly.
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Ibrahim II
You are better off today than yesterday,
But tomorrow comes and it will be worst off!
Oh Ibrahim my lover! ! This is how the world is,
And we have to face the realities around us at all times.
Of the water which was turned into blood!
Of the River Nile which was turned into frogs!
But, there is One Law for us all;
Yes, One Law for the native born and for the stranger.
The book of war!
The book peace,
The book of joy,
The book of love,
The book of romance,
The book of rivers;
And like the first moon of the year! !
However, all the rivers that flow ends up to the sea.
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A Ruby-Throated Hummingbird on Your Parapet Wall
Sorry, Did you wake up to my morning call?
And before you go to school
You see that strange flowers in your empty jar.
While sitting in your religion class
When you open your book of prayers
Please do not get excited
By seeing the new poem remains there,
If you prefer leave it as a bookmark!
(For Sandra Fowler in gratitude!)
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Our Seasonal crops!
If all these wicked rusty Guns
turn out into tiny tractors
a soft soul could operate?
This *Earth would be a peaceful Farm Yard
instead of bloodshed?
You could provide our seasonal crops proudly
to the Heaven, Hell or Mars?
to my fellow poet friend robyn selters!
*The Buddha describes Earth as follows; Hard, Rough, Heavy, Soft, Melt and Smooth!
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Uncertainty
The people who devoted half of their life time.
The masterpieces, classics, poems, prose
book making, love letters, scriptures
and written all valuable documents et cetera.
For a peevish book worm
it's nothing.
A day is quite enough to bring to an end.
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Tomorrow
Is there a tomorrow?
When it comes named as today,
Let it be.........tomorrow is another day
And the beggar has to beg for the lost crown for how many tomorrows?
* He lives yesterday, today and tomorrow...................for nothing.
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Unseen Companions of the journey!
Hi everyone
I received this from Fay Slimm today concerning the death of our good friend Mary Martin. Please do go to the site and light a candle for dear Chrissy.
Thank you,
Patrick
I was shocked!
Mary Martin, your sad demise!
O it's really unbearable?
Paddy sent me two books before he leaves
And then you sent me his two photographs
Before you leave, how do I get things of Paddy now?
I realized life's a journey and not a race!
Tomorrow I am passing the 60th mile post
On my way to your new domicile!
We're in one family of this ridiculous segregated World!
May you rest in peace beside my friend Paddy and your best friend too,
Along this unending journey!
* I asked my beloved to light an additional candle tomorrow on my sad birthday cake and that's for you Mary!
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Home & the Butterfly
I built my life with muddy bricks and a tin sheet for the roof,
My history teacher suggests the name; poverty
But it's weather-beaten knows everybody.
Am I heavy to carry on your soft wings?
If you prefer I could have join your pilgrimage
Leaving all my burdens aside
I was carrying since my childhood.
I see the outer world through my little window, nothing; but gloomy.
Only I hear the secret murmur of the souls.
Red ants on the window sill very busy and I heard a butterfly's crying.
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Like a child growing into an adult?
This old tattered soul eagerly seeks
the boisterous childhood,
Playmates and unpopular grounds?
(And our powerful strokes not included
in the World record book and we're not recognized.)
Remember that soft ball when somebody throws
I hit with my cheaper bat not willow wood.
The ball goes into the forest like a jet
and it's really interested searching the ball
whole day there with mosquito bites
and we bring home the nettles?
If someone knows the real value of childhood
Who never dreams of adulthood
That full of cruelty and hardships?
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An old henchman of a leading politician who sings in an underground Bar!
You can request any song
from ancient cowboy singer
to modern soprano.
When he's drunk
You can hear the strong speeches
from Hitler to Polpot & Idi Amin
And rest of all?
After sometimes he weeps
Then he mimics of all over the World
Bygone innocent Presidents
Until the Manager drags him out
from his neck?
to my school days brotherly friend Rufus Rajanathan(Sammy Davis)
who resides in New Zealand now as a Chartered Accountant if I am not mistaken, he has published a book regarding the cruel ethnic violence in our country(with a historical background) .........we never had any misunderstandings though he's Tamil because we believed the real humanity!
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It Is Now Night In Syria
It is now night in Syria!
And i pray that the freedom of the people;
Oh, freedom fighters! !
Fight on for your freedom,
For this world needs peace than the bullets of war!
As i see fallen faces gone too soon.
Shot and killed by the bullets of war,
Because my people asked for freedom;
Yes, this world is really not at rest! !
But, let us hope for peace everywhere;
For, it is now night in syria.
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Heavy Weather
(michael sembello)
In the news today
Heavy weather
Oh, I can remember
The skies were so blue
That lucky old moon I promised to you
Now its gone lately
Somethings happening
I dont understand
Oh, how come decembers
Are hotter that june?
And how come the flowers
Dont know when to bloom?
Somethings wrong, people
Somethings happening
Happening where we live
The rising smoke against an endless sea of cars
As mother nature gets another senseless scar
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
In the world today
Were heading for some heavy weather
The rain is falling harder each day
The faces keep changing
But the problem remains
Somethings wrong, people
Right before our eyes
Weve been hypnotized
The sound of silence
Broken by the sound of war
How can we heal
If we keep opening up the sore?
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
In the world today
Were heading for some heavy weather
Will we ever hear the message?
Read the signs?
Stop all this talking now
Its time to save our lives
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
In the world today
Were heading for some heavy...
The road ahead keeps leading back again
The train were on is coming to an end
Lets open up our eyes
In the world today
Were heading for some heavy weather
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
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Syria Stop Crying Blood
Syria your name I adore,
Syria my heart for you is crying out blood,
Syria how they could hurt you and destroy,
Syria with prayers your name we always honor,
Syria the peace again will surround you all around,
Syria stop crying blood,
Syria the most peaceful country at the world,
You always were how they could hurt you my earth,
Syria like a careful father you always have been for all of us,
Syria with love you always hugged us,
With opened arms always you hugged the painful and the lost and became their house,
When your neighbors were in pain and foist,
You always gave them your best support,
Syria you are the sign of the honesty and the trust,
Syria with you we always were proud,
My precious ground you are our pride,
Syria how can I praise your name and pride,
Syria for us you will always stay the same,
In our hearts you are at the best place,
Your blue sky will again shine proud,
The darkness will soon fade away and the clouds,
Syria your sun Will shine once again my pride,
Again pure and bright like always was,
The darkness never lasts forever I do believe and trust,
Soon the light will surround you my pride,
May crown angels with prayers save your grounds.
Syria with prayers we will always honor your name and pride.
My heavenly Father you may protect and save our country from all these hurts!
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The Memory Place
Shelves tower over me; crowed with bound pages
of events, people, places, ideas.
Of memories.
Of captured feelings pressed like flowers between the pages;
for people to be inspired by someone else's words.
My eyes caress the titles printed on bright spines
as I run my fingers across
what holds the memories together.
I pick up a book, turning yellowed pages,
the scent of gentle time traveling to my nose.
I close my eyes and smile:
it brings back memories of my own,
but these pages are not for me.
I put back the soft bundle of pages
and continued to search in the Memory Place
until I find my own belonging among the words.
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Why.............?
The American book of 'why',
The Asian book of 'why',
The European book of 'why',
The African book of 'why',
The Australian book of 'why',
The most asked question in the valley of world events;
Especially when one explodes a bomb!
The Christian book of 'why',
The Muslim book of 'why',
The Jewish book of 'why',
The Hindu book of 'why',
The Krishna book of 'why',
lLife is like the yeast which makes the bread rise;
But, the writer always has his or her own mind.
The Pagan book of 'why',
The Buddhist book of 'why',
The Protestant book of 'why',
The Confucian book of 'why',
To all life's aspects with the remaining books of 'why';
Poetry is the literature that muses with the mind.
Shall the trumpet be blown in the city and,
The people will not be afraid?
Seven bulls and seven rams,
I am the planted tree by the rivers of waters.
I am very young in years but,
The word 'why' is the question that goes around easily.
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